0 comments/ 10105 views/ 0 favorites Yearbook 2005--gm By: JimBob44 *Author's Note: Any persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Ch 1 In the 2005 yearbook of St. Thomas Aquinas, in Bender Louisiana, are the usual groups of photographs. The first few pages are dedicated to the graduating seniors, Individual photographs of each senior in cap and gown, then the entire group of the seniors and Sister Andrea, the Homeroom teacher of the Seniors of St. Thomas Aquinas. The last two pages are dedicated to the seniors that won awards, i.e. valedictorian, solitarian, Scholarship winners, etc. The last page is of the seniors awarded titles by their peers. Elise Simone won 'Best Christian Example,' which makes her stepfather snicker, which makes Elise screech "Shut up!" Rayne Sneed was voted 'Friendliest,' a title well deserved; she was everyone's friend. Then there are the photographs of the junior class, the sophomore class, the freshmen, and Eight Grade, then faculty and staff, the sports and clubs, and then random photographs displaying daily life at St. Thomas Aquinas. Appearing in only the individual senior photograph group, and the group photograph of the graduating seniors, Lawrence Dumensnil passed through St. Thomas Aquinas without casting any shadows. In 2002, he did cast a small shadow, being the son of one of the persons killed in the horrible fire at the mattress factory, but that shadow was brief and in time, most forgot that he had suffered a loss. Moments after graduation, most forgot that he even existed. Some of the girls at St. Thomas Aquinas knew him as 'Mr. Avon;' his mother, an agoraphobic, made Lawrence deliver to her clients. He distributed her catalogs to his classmates and brought them their orders. If they placed their order with him directly, his mother gladly gave him the full commission from that sale, But if they called it in, or e-nailed it in, she kept the commission for herself. Neither one said it out loud, but neither Lawrence nor Nancy Dumensnil missed Paul Dumensnil. When he was alive, he was a loud, brash drunkard that belittles both wife and son with loud drunken harangues. Every now and then, his verbal outbursts would be punctuated by physical blows. But he had filled out the insurance policy and his death made Nancy a quarter of a million dollars richer. Lawrence was the one that brought the paperwork down to the bank and, with Emily Broussard's help, put it into various savings accounts, checking accounts, and IRA accounts. xxxx "And this one goes to..." Nancy said as she stapled the order invoice to the bag. "Mom, it's right there, on the invoice," Lawrence said. "Okay, smarty pants," Nancy said. "Don't be gone too long; it's a school night." "Yes ma'am," he said and took the cardboard box to the front door. "Thank you, Lawrence," Nancy said and he smiled at her. xxxx "Ooh, tell your momma I like that color," Carmen said as she examined the bottle of nail polish. "Hey Lawrence," Elise called out from behind her mother. "Hey, um, Elise," Lawrence said and blushed a hundred shades of red. "Okay, here you go, sweetie," Carmen said and gave Lawrence the cash. "Thank you, Ms. Simone," Lawrence said. "It's Mrs. Davis," Carmen reminded him and smiled as he slapped his forehead. "Man, I'm sorry, Mrs. Davis, I keep forgetting!" he said, embarrassed. xxxx "Um, Avon," Lawrence said, standing on Bob Bishop's doorstep. "Oh, hey, all right!" Bob said, swinging the door wide open. "Come on in, y'all take personal checks, right?" "Uh yes sir," Lawrence said, stepping inside the foyer of the small house. "Man, this skin so soft is the best stuff, repels mosquitoes like nothing else out there!" Bob praised as he stepped into the small kitchen. "Wear it when I go hunting; tit up in the deer stand all day, never get a single bite." Lawrence stood, rooted to the spot. On the large television, Bob had been watching a pornographic movie. But this wasn't your typical pornographic movie. He could see three men, one man on his knees, sucking another man's cock, while a third man prepared to shove his cock into the ass of the second man. "So, you ever hunt? I got this deer stand up in the Atchafalaya," Bob said as he came out of the small kitchen and headed toward the living room. "oops!" Bob laughed nervously and turned the television off. He glanced over his shoulder at Lawrence and smiled sheepishly. "I um, I kind of um, kind of like porn, you know?" Bob admitted. "Um, yes, yes sir," Lawrence stammered. It had only been a moment, but he knew he'd be pulling his manhood to memories of what he'd seen on the screen. "Ever watch that stuff?" Bob asked, holding out the check to Lawrence. "Um, no, no, don't really have any chance to, it's um, just me and my mom and she's always right there, you know?" Lawrence stammered. "Oh, eye, um, you ever want to watch it, I um, I got a bunch of the stuff," Bob offered hopefully. "Um, yeah?" Lawrence squeaked. "You are old enough, huh?" Bob asked. "Eighteen, just turned eighteen um, last week," Lawrence admitted to the burly man. "Well, want to?" Bob asked, licking his lips nervously. "I'll start it at the beginning; it's one of my favorites, stars Scottie Harrison? Boy grew up right here in Louisiana, Mumphrey?" "Um, no, no, I still got about ten more stops to make," Lawrence stammered, wishing his erection would go down. "Um, oh, maybe some other time, huh?" Bob said. "Uh, yeah, yeah," Lawrence said and took the check from the man. Bob watched the slender youth leave, licking his lips again. He was a good looking boy, with his dark hair and light blue eyes. Those lips looked like they were made for kissing and Bob just loved the way the boy kept blushing. "Man oh man," Bob said, locked the door, and returned to the leather couch. He hit the button and started the movie again. He decided to go back to the beginning and watch the hour long movie from start to finish. ++++ A well muscled young man, in his mid to late twenties, dressed in leopard print thong, lay on a chaise lounge, another chaise lounge right next to his. Another well muscled man, dressed in black thong swim wear, also in his mid to late twenties, sauntered onscreen. "Uh huh," Zeke said to Dwight. "Checking out the yard boy again, huh?" "Oh, I would just love to suck that boy's cock," Dwight admitted to Zeke. "I bet it's all hot and sweaty, just like I like them! But don't you be acting all innocent! I know you'd just love to bust that boy's ass cherry!" "Oh you fucking right I would," Zeke laughed as he lay down on the chaise lounge next to Dwight's chaise lounge. "You know it's nice and tight. The set was obviously an indoor location; the grass was Astroturf, the sound of the lawnmower never varied in volume or intensity and the lighting was almost garish. "Hi, Mr. Zeke," Scottie called out as he pushed the lawnmower past the two sunbathers Scottie was a well muscled youth, with longish blonde hair, dressed in cut off shorts and a very tight tee shirt. "Here, get my back," Dwight asked, handing Zeke the bottle of suntan lotion. "Uh huh," Zeke said and took the offered bottle. "Tell me the truth; what would you like to do to that Scottie?" Dwight asked as Zeke slathered the lotion onto his back. "Oh, I'd grab his shorts, slide them down," Zeke said, sliding Dwight's swim trunks down. "Then I'd get those buns of his all good and slippery." "Ooh yeah," Dwight moaned as Zeke roughly rubbed his rear end. "Hey Scottie!" Zeke called out. "Yes sir, Mr. Zeke?" Scottie asked, 'turning the lawnmower off' and pushing his sunglasses up to sit on top of his head. "Hey, we're all men here, right?" Zeke asked, swiveling off of Dwight's back. "Um yeah, I guess so," Scottie agreed, 'wiping the sweat from his face' with the back of his hand. "It wouldn't freak you all out if Mr. Dwight and I sunbathed out here, nude, now would it?" Zeke asked. "Um, I guess not," Scottie said, looking slightly uncomfortable. "You wouldn't run home and tell your mommy, would you?" Dwight asked, peering over his shoulder, his swim trunks still pulled down to his upper thighs. "No, I guess not," Scottie said. "Oh goody," Dwight said and pulled his swim trunks off. "That's a good boy," Zeke smiled and made a show of pulling his swim trunks down and off, bouncing his cock a few times. "Um, okay, I um, I better finish this grass; getting kind of hot out here," Scottie said, looking from Zeke's cock to Dwight's rear end. Scottie pulled the cord and the sound of the lawnmower started up again. He kept looking at the two nude men, actually running into a 'tree' with the lawnmower. "What else would you do?" Dwight asked Zeke as Zeke lazily stroked his erect cock. "After I got his tight little hole good and greasy?" Zeke asked, looking at Dwight. "I'd fuck him until he came." "Um, okay, um, Mr. Zeke, Mr. Dwight, I'm all finished," Scottie said. A split second after Scottie appeared back onscreen without the lawnmower the sound of the lawnmower died. "Good, good," Zeke smiled, pushing his own sunglasses up. "Look kind of hot there, Scottie; like a beer?" "Yeah, it's kind of hot out here," Scottie said. "But I'm only eighteen; I'm not old enough to have a beer. Got any milk?" "Oh come on, Scottie!" Dwight said, getting to his feet. "Why, when I was your age, I drank beer all the time!" "Yeah, but I'm not supposed to," Scottie said. "We won't tell," Zeke smiled. "Have a set while Mr. Dwight gets us all a beer, okay?" "Well, if you insist," Scottie said and sat down on the chaise lounge formerly occupied by Dwight. "So, tell me, Scottie, got a girlfriend?" Zeke asked, still slowly stroking his cock. "Um, no, no not really," Scottie admitted. "I did, but she wanted me to do things, you know?" "Things?" Zeke asked. "Like what, Scottie?" "You know," Scottie said, embarrassed. "Here we are, three cold beers for three hot men," Dwight said, returning with three beer bottles. "Like what?" Scottie?" Zeke asked, taking a hefty gulp of the beer. "You know, she wanted me to put my weenie in her pussy and stuff," Scottie said, taking a big sip of beer. "Ew!" Dwight said, face twisted in disgust. "in her pussy?" "I know!" Scottie said. "And I said, that's wrong! That should only be for a man and a woman that are married!" "That's true, Scottie," Zeke praised. "But what do you do? I mean, I know young men like you have urges, don't you?" "Um, yeah," Scottie admitted, drinking from the beer again. "So what do you do?" Zeke asked. "Do you play with yourself?" "Um, yeah, every now and then," Scottie admitted. "Man, this beer's strong! I think I'm getting drunk!" ""And I know you have some friends, right?" Zeke asked. "You guys ever, you know, help each other out?" "What do you mean?" Scottie asked. "You know, help each other out with hose urges?" Zeke asked. "Like this," Dwight said and took Zeke's cock into his hand and stroked it a few times. "You and your friends ever do that?" "No!" Scottie said. "Wouldn't that um, be kind of um, weird?" "No, it would just be two friends, two friends, helping each other out," Zeke said. "Really?" Scottie said. "Man, I think I had too much to drink!" "Really, here, look," Zeke said and unsnapped the button of Scottie's cut off shorts. "Let me help you here." "Ooh, that's a beautiful cock," Dwight said as Zeke fished Scottie's cock out of the shorts. "See?" Zeke said. "Just giving it a few strokes here, doesn't that feel good?" "Yeah, that feels real good," Scottie moaned. "And why don't you help me out too? I have those kinds of urges too," Zeke suggested. "Um, okay," Scottie said and reached down to take hold of Zeke'serect cock. "There, how's that feel?" Zeke smiled. "It feels pretty good," Scottie said. "Know what else feels pretty good?" Zeke asked and nodded his head toward Dwight. Dwight took Zeke's cock into his mouth and began bobbing his head up and down on Zeke's cock. "Um, that's, he's sucking your weenie," Scottie said. "Cock," Zeke corrected. "He's sucking my cock; he's a great cock sucker and he's sucking my cock." "He's sucking your cock," Scottie repeated. "And he'll suck your cock, if you'd like," Zeke offered. "Mm hmm," Dwight said and took Scottie's cock into his mouth and began to suck Scottie's cock. "Here, why don't you take that tee shirt off?" Zeke offered and pulled Scottie's shirt off over his head. "Oh!" Scottie moaned as Dwight swallowed Scottie's entire cock down his throat. "Ever had your nipples sucked, Scottie" eke asked. "Uh, no I..." Scottie said and Zeke licked and sucked Scottie's nipples. "How's that feel, Scottie," Zeke asked. "Oh!" was Scottie's response. "He's also very good at sucking nut," Zeke offered and to prove it, Dwight removed his mouth from Scottie's cock and began sucking on Scottie's testicles. "Isn't that nice, Scottie, you like that, Scottie?" Zeke asked, kissing Scottie's gaping mouth. "Yeah," Scottie moaned. "Hey, we're leaving poor Dwight out; he's sucking your cock, but his poor cock's all lonely," Zeke said. "Now that's not right; Dwight, why don't you let Scottie here gives you a hand?" Dwight twisted around so that Scottie could reach his erect cock. "Go ahead, give him a hand," Zeke suggested and Scottie began to masturbate Dwight's cock. "Know what else feels real nice, Scottie?" Zeke asked. "No, what?" Scottie asked. "Letting a friend stick his cock up your hot tight little ass. That feels really good," Zeke said and kissed Scottie's mouth again. "It does"" Scottie asked innocently. "Um, that's a pretty small hole, though; wouldn't it hurt?" "It might," Zeke admitted. "I mean, I've got a pretty big cock, don't I?" "Yes sir, it' is a pretty big cock," Scottie said, looking at Zeke's cock. "But a friend would finger fuck your hole, get it nice and stretchy before he put his cock in there," Zeke went on. But you might be too tight for it. Why don't you let me see?" "Um, okay," Scottie said and rolled over onto his knees. Dwight sat up to watch. "First, let's lose these, Zeke said and pulled Scottie's shorts all the way off. "Oh, Scottie, you've got such a pretty little hole; isn't that a pretty little hole, Dwight?" "It is a pretty little hole," Dwight agreed. "It is?" Scottie asked, looking over his shoulder. "Oh yes, that is a pretty little hole, almost as pretty as Dwight's hole. Now, let's see," Zeke said. He grabbed the bottle of suntan lotion and got his middle finger wet with the slippery lotion. "When we're getting a nice virgin hole ready," he said and brought the slippery finger to Scottie's tightly clenched anus. "We start off nice and slow." Scottie moaned as Zeke forced the finger into his rectum. "And work it all around, Zeke continued, twisting the finger in and out, corkscrewing it as he went. "Oh," Scottie moaned again. Zeke squirted more lotion on his index and ring finger and slowly added one, then the third fingers to Scottie's rectum while Scottie moaned and grunted. "You are nice and tight," Zeke whispered in Scottie's ear. "But I bet we could fit my cock in there. Want to try?" ++++ Bob spurted heavily onto his smooth belly and kept stroking his throbbing cock, milking all the semen he could out of it. Ch 2 "Hello?" Nancy sang out as she answered her Avon telephone. "Hi, Mrs. Dumensnil," Bob cheerfully said. "This is Bob. Bob Bishop?" "Oh, yes sir, Mr. Bishop, you got your order, right?" Nancy asked. "My son just pulled up; I can send him out there if it's not." "Oh, no, no ma'am, the order was fine, just fine, no problem there," Bob hastened to assure the woman. "No, I um, I was calling to talk with your son; see if he'd like to go hunting this Saturday; I have a deer stand and duck blind out in the Basin. It'd just be two guys, going out, doing that cave man stuff, you know?" "Well, hold on, I'll see if he's up to it," Nancy said cheerfully and waved Lawrence over to the phone. "Here, it's Mr. Bishop asking for you," Nancy said, handing the phone to her son. "Hello?" Lawrence asked, voice croaking. "Hey sport, sorry, other than 'Avon' don't believe you ever told me what your name was," Bob said cheerfully. "Um, it's Lawrence, Lawrence Dumensnil," Lawrence said. "Well, hey Lawrence, I'm planning on doing a little hunting this Saturday, leave here at about four in the morning, get out to the deer stand, wait for the sun to come up, then see what we can get, wondered if you'd like to come along?" Bob asked. "Um, uh yeah, sure, I um, I guess so; that'd be great," Lawrence agreed. He gave Bob the address and they hung up. "He um, he wants me to go hunting with him," Lawrence told his mother. "Oh, that's nice; get you out of here," Nancy agreed. "Taking your father's twelve gauge? "Um, yeah, where is it?" Lawrence asked. "Garage," Nancy said. Lawrence went and got his father's shotgun, and found his father's camouflage clothing. He put the musty smelling clothes into the washing machine and started the washer. xxxx Bob started the disc again and slowly began to stroke his erection. ++++ "Oh no, no, shh, shh," Zeke crooned to the now whimpering Scottie as he poised his cocked at the entrance to Scottie's anus. Here," Dwight said. "You guys stand up; I'll suck his cock, that'll get his mind off your big cock going in his little hole." "That's a good idea," Zeke agreed and the two men got off the chaise lounge. "Mm, I just love young cock," Dwight moaned as she slipped his mouth over the head of Scottie's cock. ++++ "Me too," Bob agreed and stopped pulling on his cock. "Damn, almost going to come again!" He stroked and squeezed his testicles then pulled on the smooth scrotum, twisting them slightly. "Love a tight virgin hole too," he mused aloud as the camera zoomed in to show Zeke's cock entering Scottie's ass. ++++ "Ah!" Scottie moaned out loud, a sharp exhalation of breath. "Mm, hmm," Zeke groaned and twisted Scottie's face around so he could kiss the gasping young man's mouth. "I think he likes it," Dwight moaned, Scottie's cock spurting a copious amount of semen onto Dwight's face. "Yeah?" Zeke asked, stroking more semen from Scottie's spurting cock. "You like it? Huh sweet little Scottie? Like getting my great big cock up that pretty little hole of yours?" "Uh!" was all Scottie could say, his face a grimace of pain. "Yeah, I think he likes it, having that great big cock fucking his tight little hole," Dwight said and began sucking Scottie's cock again. The camera again showed Zeke's large cock thrusting vigorously in and out of Scottie's ass. ++++ "Aw, shit," Bob cried out as he spurted onto his smooth belly again. "Damn, guys, y'all are some hot ass mother fuckers, that's for sure," Bob said as he scooped up his semen and then licked the semen from his hand. xxxx The jacket and pants were a little large, but a belt, pulled as tight as he could cinch it, and the hunting gear was good enough. "And you wear those ratty old sneakers; you like hunting we'll get you some hunting boots, okay?" his mother said and Lawrence nodded in agreement. And even though Saturday was still two days away, Nancy proceeded to lecture Lawrence on how to behave for Mr. Bishop, reminding him that he was lucky that a man showed such a fatherly interest in him. Finally, she ran out of things to say, kissed his cheek, and then left his room. "Good night," she called out from her room. "Good night," Lawrence agreed. xxxx Bob smiled; he didn't even have to get out of the truck; the boy was waiting for him outside. Yearbook 2005--gm "Good morning," he said cheerfully as Lawrence climbed into the cab of the pick up truck. "Ready for a little hunting?" "Yes sir," Lawrence agreed, cradling the shotgun, secure in the waterproof camouflage case. "Oh, come on, boy!" Bob laughed. "We're men! Men! It's 'Bob,' okay?" "Yes sir," Lawrence agreed nervously. "That a twelve gauge?" Bob asked, indicating the gun. "Yeah, it was my dad's," Lawrence said. "Oh?" Bob asked. "He ever takes you hunting?" "Um, no, well, once, when I was like six or seven," Lawrence said. "I really don't remember it; he said I cried a lot." "Well, you're not six no more, Huh?" Bob smiled as he turned onto the dirt path that would lead them to his deer stand. "You uh, you got on any of that skin so soft?" Bob asked as he killed the truck motor. "No, shoot!" Lawrence said. "I forgot all about that!" "Here," Bob said, hoping his voice wasn't shaking too much. "Unbutton your jacket; we'll get you fixed up." He wanted to groan; Lawrence's skin looked flawless in the dim light of the truck. The boy's nipples were nice and fat, dark bumps on his pale skin. The belly button was a sweet little dimple; he wanted to tongue it. Lawrence sat still as Bob liberally sloshed the sickly sweet smelling liquid on him, and then sat up straighter as Bob used his hands to smear the liquid into Lawrence's flesh. "There, that ought to do you," Bob husked. He wanted to lean over, press his lips to the boy's sweet mouth, wanted to suck the boy's tongue into his own mouth. He could smell the toothpaste on the boy's breath. "Okay, let's go," Bob said, forcing him away from the sweet morsel. They marched, Lawrence dutifully following Bob. "Here we are," Bob whispered and pointed up. Lawrence looked up and grabbed the rung of the rope ladder. Bob watched the boy's sweet ass as it wiggled and jiggled in the loose pants. He shifted his throbbing cock in his own pants and then followed the boy up the ladder. "Oops," he said as he brushed against Lawrence in the pitch black interior of the deer stand. "Uh huh," Lawrence said, also fumbling around in the small enclosure. Okay, here we go," Bob said and set the bend up by the small window of the deer stand. In the predawn, opening the window did not let any light come into the enclosure. The bench was small, really designed for only one, so the two men squeezed close together. "Oh, hey, you like coffee?" Bob asked and reached for his large thermos of coffee. "Um, yeah, sure," Lawrence said. Bob had laced the coffee with whiskey; not a copious amount, although he had toyed with the idea of getting his little prize drunk. He refrained from than, though; wanting the boy to be fully cognitive of the pleasures he was receiving. "Um, hey, this is kind of, what's it got in it?" Lawrence asked as he took a sip of it. "Put a little whiskey in it," Bob whispered and Lawrence giggled. Bob's cock throbbed painfully; the boy actually giggled. By twelve thirty, both were groggy; they'd sat still in position for hours, both training their shotguns toward the clearing, but no deer had ever made an appearance. "Ready to pack it up?" Bob asked and Lawrence stiffly nodded yes. The drive home was a quiet one, until Bob turned onto his street. "Hey, um, come over to my place; we'll make a couple of sandwiches and maybe watch a movie or something?" Bob asked. "Um, okay, sure," Lawrence agreed. Bob kept up a rambling monologue as he fixed a couple of tuna fish sandwiches and some lemonade. "Here we go," Bob said as he put the plates on the coffee table. "Now, let's see what's good to watch." He put in a typical 1980s teen sex comedy, full of gratuitous female nudity. After he'd finished eating, he stretched out on the couch to lie down. They'd both taken off their shoes before entering the house and he playfully kicked Lawrence with his foot. Lawrence giggled, again making Bob's cock twitch incessantly in his trousers. "Room if you want to lie down too," Bob offered. Lawrence hesitated for a moment, and then lay down on the couch, his back pressed against Bob's torso. "Movie's kind of boring," Lawrence admitted, after making himself comfortable. "Oh?" Bob asked breath warm in Lawrence's ear. "Want to watch something else instead?" "Um, uh, um, that um, that movie you were watching, the other day?" Lawrence stammered, his erection tenting the front of his loose slacks. "I think I know which one you're talking about," Bob said and reached over Lawrence to pick up the remote control from the coffee table. ++++ Zeke's cock slid out of Scottie's gaping, raw looking anus and squirted gobs of semen on the gaping hole and the taut buttocks of the youth. Zeke's and Scottie's moans could be heard as the cock throbbed and jerked and liberally coated the young man's buttocks. "So how'd you like it, Scottie?" Zeke whispered stroking Scottie's cock. "Uh, that was kind of weird, I guess," Scottie said. "My turn?" Dwight asked, bending over in front of Scottie and presenting his ass to the youth. "Um, what I do?" Scottie asked. "Just do what I did to you, Scottie," Zeke urged, still stroking Scottie's cock. The camera showed Scottie's cock slipping into Dwight's rectum. "Like this?" Scottie asked. "No, harder," Dwight urged. "Give my hole a good pounding." ++++ Bob rested his right hand on Lawrence's hip. Lawrence snuggled closer, enjoying the closeness of their contact. His father had been a cold, hard drunk that displayed no affection whatsoever to either son or wife. Bob noticed Lawrence's squirming and chanced a little squeeze of Lawrence's hip. That was met with a little rump wiggle so he held his breath and kissed Lawrence's ear. "Mmm," Lawrence sighed. ++++ "Oh yeah, that's it," Dwight encouraged as Scottie pumped his cock in and out of his rectum. "Here you go," Zeke encouraged Dwight and pushed Dwight's open mouth onto his cock. "That's it, suck it; oh you're a good little cock sucker." "Think Scottie would make a good cock sucker?" Dwight asked, stroking Zeke's erect cock. "Only one way to find out," Zeke agreed. ++++ "I um, where am the bathroom?" Lawrence asked. "Down the hall, first door on the left; you're not going to spank your monkey, huh?" Bob asked playfully. "No!" Lawrence denied. "'Cause, I'd hate it if you wasted all that delicious come," Bob whispered into Lawrence's ear, and then lightly kissed the boy's neck. "I'm not!" Lawrence whined. "Got to pee; we've been drinking coffee and lemonade all day, you know?" "Uh huh, want me to pause the movie?" Bob asked and hit the 'pause' button on the remote. In the bathroom, Lawrence sat, moved his bowels and emptied his bladder. He had to struggle to refrain himself from stroking his cock; he wanted to come very badly. "Hope you don't mind; I got comfortable," Bob said when Lawrence came pout of the bathroom. Lawrence stared at the nude man that lay on the leather couch. He was tall, handsome, with a few gray streaks in his dark hair; his face was strong, aristocratic, with a slightly large nose. His chest was big, somewhat muscular, and slightly flabby. His belly was also slightly flabby, a bit of a beer gut. His hips were wide and his legs slightly plump. His cock was fat and hard, his nut sack also hung down, looking nice and fat. And he had no hair on his body at all. "Here, why don't you?" and Bob reached out to unbutton Lawrence's camouflage jacket. "You're a very pretty boy, you know that?" Bob asked and licked Lawrence's nipples. "Thank you," Lawrence whispered. "Let's see what's..." Bob said and undid Lawrence's belt. Lawrence's hands found Bob's head and combed his fingers through the man's thick hair. "Oh, pretty boy, I just love that, oh look at that pretty cock!" Bob moaned as he eased Lawrence's briefs down and exposed Lawrence's five inch erection, nestled in a small patch of dark brown hair. "Ever have someone suck your cock, Lawrence?" Bob asked. "N n no," Lawrence croaked. "Mm, verging cock," Bob sighed, then took the boy's cock into his mouth. "Uh!" Lawrence cried out and spurted hotly. "Mm hmm, oh that was so good!" Bob praised when Lawrence's cock finally stopped spurting its hot load into Bob's mouth. "Whew!" Lawrence breathed out, weak in his knees. "But now, my poor little cock's jealous," Bob crooned. Ch 3 Lawrence knelt down on the floor in front of the couch and gingerly took the older man's fat cock into his hand. "Use both hands," Bob whispered. "Take my balls in your other hand; they liked to be gently pulled and squeezed with my cocks getting sucked." Lawrence hesitated a moment, then bent his head and took the man's cock into his mouth. His tongue went underneath the foreskin of the uncircumcised cock and Bob moaned appreciatively. "You sure you never done this before?" he whispered, rubbing his left hand up and down Lawrence's smooth back. "No, but I always wanted to," Lawrence whispered. His lips formed a tight seal around the shaft as his tongue lapped insistently at Bob's cocked. His right hand stroked what part of Bob's shaft was not in his mouth; his left hand kneaded Bob's testicles. Bob wetted a finger in his mouth, and then traced the finger around Lawrence's tightly clenched anus. In response, Lawrence began to jack Bob's cock a little faster, a little more urgently. "Oh, pretty boy, you keep doing that, I'm going to..." Bob warned and Lawrence licked, sucked, and stroked more insistently. "Here it comes," Bob warned and began to pump his cock frantically into Lawrence's mouth. Lawrence swallowed and swallowed as Bob spurted rope after rope of hot semen into his mouth. Finally, Bob gently pushed Lawrence's mouth off of his now wilted cock. He pulled the boy up onto the couch and laid him across his own big body. They hugged and cuddled for a long time. "I think, I think my dad knew I was gay; that's why he was always such an ass hole to me," Lawrence admitted. "Oh, poor baby boy," Bob crooned and stuffed his tongue into Lawrence's mouth. "I don't think my mom knows, though," Lawrence said quietly. "Moms are usually pretty smart," Bob said thoughtfully. Lawrence saw that it was two o'clock and, after a few more kisses and strokes of each other, he dressed and went home. xxxx "And here's the great hunter!" Nancy cheerfully said when Lawrence stumbled in. "So how was it?" "It was fun; didn't get anything, but it was fun," Lawrence admitted. "Mr. Bob says he wants to go back again; that okay?" "Yeah, that'd be great," Nancy said. "But, uh, hey, Mr. Hunter, think you could like go take a shower? You stink!" "Uh huh," Lawrence giggled. In the shower, he replayed over and over in his mind how Bob's cock felt, how it smelled, how it tasted. He masturbated frantically as he remembered the hot spunk shooting into his mouth, filling his mouth. He reached between his buttocks and fingered his rectum while he jerked at his cock. Xxxx "Today, today, we're going to get one, right?" Bob said cheerfully as Lawrence got into the cab of the truck. "Absolutely," Lawrence agreed. They parked the truck, walked to the deer stand, and Lawrence climbed the rope ladder. "But first," Bob said as he entered the deer stand and shut the door behind himself. "Uh huh," Lawrence almost groaned in anticipation. "Oh, you pretty, pretty boy," Bob laughed when he realized that Lawrence was already naked and waiting. They settled into a sixty nine position, sucking, licking and stroking the other's cocks. "Aw, dam it!" Bob called out as he began to pump his hot semen into Lawrence's mouth. A moment later, Lawrence grunted and spewed is own semen into Bob's insistent mouth. They dressed; it was cold in the deer stand, despite the battery powered heater that Bob ran in the small cubicle, and sat on the bend. Every now and then, they would kiss each other, but mainly that sat and waited. "Keep an eye," Bob whispered, then unzipped Lawrence's trousers and fished out the eighteen year old boy's cock out. "Uh, oh," Lawrence groaned as Bob sucked and stroked in to a quick climax. "One good turn deserves another," Bob suggested, freeing his own cock. Lawrence sucked and stroked the older man to a quick climax. "Hold it in your mouth, don't swallow it," Bob wheezed. Lawrence held the man's semen in his mouth and then giggled as Bob snaked his tongue into Lawrence's mouth, swiping some of the semen. "Hey!" Lawrence argued playfully. "Mine!" "Uh huh," Bob laughed and again stuck his tongue into Lawrence's mouth. Lawrence saw it first, a beautiful eight point buck, standing at the edge of the clearing, just inside the ring of bushes. "Take it, it's yours," Bob agreed. The roar of the gun in the cramped quarters deafened both men momentarily and Lawrence watched the buck leap then crash back down. "Ah ha, got him! Pretty boy, you got him!" Bob whooped and cheered the boy. "He sure was beautiful," Lawrence said quietly. "Uh huh, he was," Bob agreed. "Come on; let's go get him down to the truck." "Damn, boy," Bob laughed as he started up the truck. "Look at that! It's only nine o'clock! What are we going to do for the rest of the day?" "I don't know," Lawrence said, blushing hotly. "You, um, you got any more of them movies?" Xxxx "Okay, we got that out of the way," Bob said, washing his hands thoroughly n the garage sink. "You take that roast home tonight; we'll get the rest dressed real nice; ever had deer sausage?" "Yeah, my dad used to make that all the time," Lawrence said. "Yeah, good stuff," Bob agreed. They went into the living room and Bob selected a disc and put it in. "This is like a spoof of 'Young Guns,'" Bob said as 'Young Cums' flashed on the screen. Both men stripped out of their clothes, then stretched out on the leather couch, Bob hugging Lawrence from behind. The movie was little more than an excuse for gay actors to run around in cowboy hats, boots, and belts with plastic guns around their waists. "I ought to fill you with lead," one 'cowboy' snarled at another. "I'd rather be filled with come," the other cowboy offered. "Yeah? Where you want it?" the first 'gunslinger 'asked. "My ass, cowboy," the second one said. "That that um, that hurt?" Lawrence asked as they watched the hot anal sex on the screen. "No, not really, well, a little, I guess," Bob admitted. "Why? Want to try it?" "Uh huh," Lawrence admitted. "Yeah?" Bob asked as he kissed Lawrence's cheek. "You want me to fill your sweet little ass with my cock? Or you want to fuck me?" "I want you to fuck me," Lawrence groaned, his cock jumping and twitching at the thought. "Fuck my ass." "Be right back," Bob said, kissed Lawrence's neck again, then scooted out from behind the young man. "You're not going to spank your monkey, huh?" Lawrence asked, teasing. "No, I'm going to get, hey, why don't you come with me?" Bob laughed. He turned off the television and took Lawrence's hand as they walked to the bedroom. They kissed passionately as Bob lowered the handsome youth to the bed. "Oh, damn, I hope you don't mind, but I just got to have this," Bob moaned and sucked Lawrence's cock into his mouth again. "Uh!" Lawrence grunted, shuddered, and spurted a long stream of semen into Bob's sucking mouth. "Mm," Bob said as he swallowed the spunk. He reached into his nightstand drawer, retrieved the tube of lubricant and smeared a generous dollop onto his fingers. "Let me warm it up a little," he said to Lawrence, rubbing it back and forth between his fingers. "What I do?" Lawrence asked. "Can you kind of kick your legs up?" Bob asked. "Like this?" Lawrence asked, raising his legs up, bending them slightly. "Oh, yeah," Bob moaned as the boy's puckered anus came into view. He placed a greasy finger against the orifice and Lawrence shuddered in excitement. "Now, got to make sure it's good and lubed," Bob crooned and stuck his tongue into Lawrence's mouth. "Uh," Lawrence groaned, body shivering with excitement. Bob fucked the finger in and out, twisting it from side to side, and then jammed another fat finger into Lawrence's willing rectum. "Good and greased up," Bob crooned, twisting the two digits in the hot canal. Lawrence was on the verge of coming again as Bob ads a third finger to the activities. "Now, got to get my cock nice and ready," Bob said and used his other hand to squeeze a little lubricant onto the tip of his cock. He continued to fuck Lawrence's ass with his other hand. "Want to get on your hands and knees?" Bob asked and Lawrence rolled over into the position. "Now, this might kind of hurt at first," Bob warned and put the head of his greasy cock against Lawrence's anus. "Uh!" Lawrence groaned as the tip of Bob's cock gained entry. "Too much?" Bob asked, freezing. Lawrence shook his head no and Bob lightly rocked his hips from side to side, and then gained another fraction of an inch. His hands stroked and lightly pinched Lawrence's nipples, his hips, his buttocks. "Uh!" Lawrence groaned again. "Want me to stop?" Bob asked. "No," Lawrence groaned. Bob waited patiently until Lawrence's breathing became more normal and pulled his cock almost out, and then rocked forward again. "Uh!" Lawrence grunted and shot a stream of come onto the bedspread. "Oh, baby boy!" Bob laughed as nearly half of his cock slid into Lawrence's tight passage. "Fuck!" Lawrence groaned, shuddering from the force of his ejaculation. "Like it?" Bob asked and pulled a little of his cock out, then pushed forward again. "Love it," Lawrence admitted. "It hurt?" Bob leaned forward to whisper in Lawrence's ear. "Yeah," Lawrence admitted. "But I kind of like it that it hurts." "Feel that?" Bob asked a moment later. "Feel that? That's my big old belly; I'm all the way in, my cock is all the way in that tight ass of yours." "Oh God!" Lawrence groaned happily. "Uh huh," Bob laughed and pulled his cock halfway out. "Uh huh, you like it? You like getting fucked? Huh? You like getting fucked up the ass? "I love it!" Lawrence screamed. "Prove it," Bob challenged, holding himself still. "You do the work." Lawrence gingerly drove his hips backward, impaling himself on the man's fat cock. Bob groaned happily as Lawrence pulled forward, and then drove himself backward again. "Hold still," Bob ordered and Lawrence froze. ""Make me come, you keep that up," Bob warned. "Do it," Lawrence begged and drove him backward again. "Yeah?" Bob asked. "Want me to come? Huh? Want me to come up that ass of yours?" "Yeah, come in my ass, mother fucker!" Lawrence yelled. "Shoot that come up my ass, damn it!" Bob drove himself into the hot tight hole to the hilt, pulled out and pounded in again. "Oh, God!" Lawrence groaned as he felt Bob's cock swell. "Oh!" Bob groaned and loosed a torrent into Lawrence's bowels. Xxxx "That was great," Bob whispered as they lay in each other's arms, kissing and stroking each other. "Uh huh," Lawrence agreed. "Want to fuck me now?" Bob asked hopefully. Lawrence did really want to but could tell that Bob wanted it. "What I do? Like you done to me?" Lawrence asked, getting to his knees. "No need for all that preparation," Bob said. "Just make sure you get that cock good and lubed, that's all." Lawrence and Bob lay on the bed, belly to belly. Lawrence thrust in and out of Bob's hot anal canal, marveling at the tight, hot sensation that enveloped his cock. xxxx "You are kidding me!" Nancy laughed when Lawrence proudly displayed the venison that Bob had sent him home with. "Really? You got a deer?" Yearbook 2005--gm "Uh huh," Lawrence said. "Bob said he's going to have the rest cut up for us; he wants half of it, all right?" "That's fine," Nancy laughed. "Baby, it's just you and me; what we need with a whole deer?" She marinated the roast in brine of salt water, onion and bell pepper, along with other herbs and spices. "Make that for tomorrow night; that okay?" she asked Lawrence. "Uh huh," Lawrence said. "You okay? You sure do seem awful fidgety," Nancy asked as they ate their dinner. Lawrence blushed; he could feel Bob's semen trickling out of his stretched, raw anus, but he certainly couldn't tell his mother that. Ch 4 Even though he did not have a delivery for Bob, he stopped by after dropping off al the other Avon deliveries for his mother. "Hey, don't have a whole lot of time," he whispered, fondling Bob's growing erection through Bob's jeans. "Yeah?" Bob smiled. "Want to play?" "Want to fuck," Lawrence said, then giggled at his own aggressiveness. They wasted very little time; Bob yanked Lawrence's school uniform trousers down, along with Lawrence's briefs, then finger fucked him with a greasy finger until Lawrence was writhing in anticipation. "Uh!" Lawrence groaned as Bob slid his cock in, completely in with one swift motion. "Too much?" Bob grunted, and pulled halfway out. "No," Lawrence groaned. Bob looked at the school uniform and groaned; it was a dream, a fantasy he'd always had, of fucking a school boy. "Aw, shit, oh, pretty boy, you're just too good," he groaned and spurted hotly into Lawrence's clutching, wiggling backside. With his pants still around his ankles, Bob's semen trickling down his thighs, Lawrence stood and pumped his cock in and out of Bob's sucking mouth. "Oh, yeah!" he groaned and sprayed his load down Bob's throat. In the bathroom, he mopped up his thighs and rectum, flushed the commode, and left the bathroom. "See you later, huh?" Bob asked, kissing the young man before Lawrence left his house. "Uh huh, Avon calling," Lawrence smiled. Xxxx "Well now, don't you look nice," Nancy commented as Lawrence came out, dressed in khaki trousers and a button down shirt. "Yeah, Mr. Bob's taking me to get some crawfish," Lawrence said. "Now you be sure and mind your manners," Nancy chided him. "Don't eat like you do around here." "And what's wrong with the way I eat around here?" Lawrence teased. His mother was always on him about his table manners; saying he ate like an animal. "Nothing, if you live in a cave," Nancy smiled, then kissed him as they heard Bob's truck pull up. "Now don't you look nice?" Bob complimented him as he climbed into the truck. "Thanks," Lawrence said. They ate at one of Lafayette's many fine seafood restaurants, keeping the conversation light and casual. No one observing the pair would have been able to tell that the two were lovers. "You have to go straight home, or...?" Bob asked as they drove back. "Um, it is kind of late," Lawrence said. "Oh, okay," Bob said, disappointment evident. "But um, I ain't doing nothing tomorrow," Lawrence offered. "Yeah?" Bob asked. "What'd you have in mind?" "I don't know," Lawrence played coy. "Well, I'm sure we can think of something to do," Bob smiled. xxxx "Wonder who that could be," Bob said aloud as the doorbell rang. Lawrence ducked behind the partition that separated the foyer and living room as Bob went to the door. "Hey!" Bob called out happily as he opened the door. "What are you doing here?" Lawrence sucked in a gasp as a beautiful man entered the home and slid his sunglasses up, pushing his long blonde hair back out of his eyes. "Oh, you know how it is," the blond vision answered, smiling cheekily. "Just dropped off a load at the mattress factory; thought I'd come over here and drop off a load on my favorite bitch." "E.J., you are so bad!" Bob laughed and Lawrence felt a wave of jealousy as Bob and the other man kissed hotly. "But, hey, you need to meet Lawrence; he is just fucking gorgeous!" Bob said, pulling E.J. into the living room. "Hi, how's it going?" E.J. asked Lawrence. "Good, good," a nervous Lawrence answered. "Lawrence, this is E.J.; one of the best cocks I ever met," Bob said. "See? Isn't he gorgeous?" "Yeah he is," E.J. agreed, his blue eyes holding Lawrence's gaze steadily. "But, hey, if I'm interrupting something, just let me me know and I'll..." "No, no, not at all," Bob hastened to assure the man. "Fuck, why don't you just join us, huh?" "You okay with that?" E.J. asked Lawrence. Lawrence just nodded his head yes and E.J. melted Lawrence's insides with a dazzling smile. "So, you want to get to know each other, or you want to play?" Bob asked. "E.J., want a beer?" "Beer would be good," E.J. answered and stepped a little closer to Lawrence. "So, want to get to know each other or..." E.J. asked Lawrence. "Um, sure," Lawrence answered shyly. He sipped his beer and smiled again at Lawrence. "Yeah, my mom named me Elvis and my old man named me Jimmy, you know? After Jimmy Page, the guitar player from Led Zeppelin? Believe that? Elvis Jimmy Jeffries? It's almost like they WANTED me to be gay, huh?" E.J. laughed and affectionately slapped Lawrence on the thigh. Bob was getting impatient; he'd been warming Lawrence up for more anal play when E.J. interrupted. He wasn't sorry to see E.J.; his cock was twice the size of Lawrence's cock and E.J. knew how to use it, but he was itching to get some cock. "I think the old queen is about to pop if he doesn't get him some soon," E.J. whispered in Lawrence's ear and Lawrence sighed as he felt the slightly older man's lips brush his ear lobe. "How you feeling?" E.J. asked Lawrence. "You good?" "Yeah," Lawrence sighed. "Hey, why don't we retire to my bedroom?" Bob asked as Lawrence and E.J. kissed each other. "Uh huh," E.J. agreed and hefted himself out of the soft cushions of the couch. "Coming, Bob?" "Not yet," Bob joked and E.J. rolled his eyes at Bob's intentional pun. "Oh, that is a sweet looking ass, huh?" E.J. said as Lawrence slid his jeans down and off. Lawrence's mouth opened in awe as E.J. slipped his jeans down, revealing a semi-erect cock that was already longer and thicker than his own cock. Just like Bob, E.J. was devoid of any body hair as he stood, nude, and smiling, looking at Lawrence. "You like?" He asked, hefting his steadily growing cock and shaking it in Lawrence's direction. "Uh huh," Lawrence agreed. "Yeah?" E.J. husked and kissed Lawrence softly. "Yeah," Lawrence agreed. "So why don't you...?" E.J. said and pushed on Lawrence's shoulder. Lawrence gave the now fully erect cock a long, loving lick then slipped his mouth over the bulbous head of the large member. "Oh, sweet boy," E.J. moaned as Lawrence applied furious suction to his tongue action. Lawrence's right hand jacked E.J.'s cock, his left hand kneaded E.J.'s hairless scrotum. He screamed around the head of E.J.'s cock as Bob jammed two fingers into Lawrence's rectum. Bob greased up Lawrence's anus then the head of his cock and knelt down behind the sucking youth. "Oh!" he groaned as Bob wormed his cock into his rectum. "Like it up the ass, sweetie?" E.J. asked, running his fingers through Lawrence's hair. "Mm hmm," Lawrence agreed as Bob's fat belly rested against his shaking buttocks. "Made for it," Bob agreed and began to roughly saw his cock in and out of Lawrence's hole. He was being rough, knew he was being rough, and knew he was probably hurting the boy; it was only the third time Lawrence had engaged in anal sex. But he was so jealous; E.J. was clearly more attracted to the younger lover, and the younger lover was clearly more attracted to E.J. as well. He was angry at not sharing their intimacy, their attraction for each other. "Damn, Bob, slow down," E.J. said as Bob began grunting with the effort. "Mm mmm," Lawrence moaned around E.J.'s cock as he felt his balls tighten. "Aw fuck!" E.J. bellowed and began to spurt his hot seed down Lawrence's sucking, gulping throat. Bob whined as well as he spewed his come in Lawrence's tight hole. Lawrence was so close to coming he was shaking. "Come on," E.J. urged and took Lawrence's cock into his mouth. "Shit!" Lawrence hissed and spewed hotly. "My turn," Bob petulantly demanded and knelt on the floor, waggling his ass for E.J.'s attention. "Fucking bitch," E.J. laughed and kissed Lawrence hotly before kneeling down behind the pudgy man. "Ah, damn it, go slow," Bob whined as E.J. slid his cock into the man's ass. "Like you, huh?" E.J. asked and did not slow his forward movements. "Go slow like you did fucking that boy just now, huh, bitch?" "What?" Bob asked, feigning ignorance. "You know WHAT,'" E.J. said and rammed his cock into Bob's opening to the hilt. "Ugh!" Bob protested. "Damn, Lawrence, fuck his face, shut him up, huh?" E.J. said, slapping Bob's buttock hard with his hand. "Come on, I'll drop you off, where you live?" E.J. offered as Bob muttered obscenities and stomped around, still jealous and upset at the obvious attraction between the two younger men. "Um, over on, but I drove here," Lawrence said as they dressed. "Oh, okay," E.J. said. "Um, how long you go to be here?" Lawrence asked as the two men stepped out into the cold night air. "Got to pick up my trailer tomorrow morning, so not long," E.J. said. "Oh," Lawrence said quietly. "Then I swing back around, be back Wednesday," E.J. said, opening the door of his Peterbilt tractor. "Bide me your phone number; I'll call you." Lawrence eagerly gave the handsome young man his phone number and giggled with happiness at the thought of E.J. calling him. Xxxx "Telephone," Nancy called out as she bustled down the hall. "Hey, been thinking about you, you been thinking about me?" E.J.'s voice whispered seductively in his ear. "Yeah," Lawrence almost groaned with the desire that was welling up in him. "Going to be swinging through Bender tomorrow, about five, want to get together, play a little?" E.J. asked. "Yeah, sure," Lawrence agreed happily. Ch 5 He climbed up into the tractor's cab and E.J. carefully checked all the mirrors before pulling away from the curb. "Yeah, got to drop this off at the mattress factory before they close the gates; ever since that fire couple of years ago, they don't like getting drop offs after six," E.J. said. "Good thing is, I can leave the trailer while they load and pick it up in the morning, you like Mexican food? I love eating at Manny's whenever I'm here, God I missed you, I been thinking about you and those sweet lips of yours and that tight little ass of yours and..." xxxx The rear of the tractor was surprisingly roomy and E.J. pulled a willing Lawrence into the bed. Lawrence lay on top of the muscular man, sucking kiss after kiss from him, wiggling his nude body against the nude body of E.J. and reveling in the sensations. "Oh, baby baby baby," E.J. moaned as he cradled the boy closely. "I missed you," Lawrence admitted as he pressed his backside against E.J.'s erection. "Missed you too, oh!" E.J. moaned out as he felt Lawrence's tight hole press against his erection, then felt the tightness slowly expand to allow him entry. "Fuck me," Lawrence whispered as he pushed himself backward to take more and more of the large erection into his willing hole. "Oh yeah," E.J. moaned as more and more of his throbbing cock slipped into the young man's buttocks. "Now, aren't you glad I wanted to do this BEFORE we went to eat?" Lawrence giggled. "Oh yeah," E.J. admitted. Xxxx "Yeah, I was in the Marines, honorable discharge two months to the day before them mother fuckers stole them planes and slammed them into the towers," E.J. said as they ate their enchiladas. "You were in the Marines?" Lawrence asked eyes wide with wonder. "Yeah, best thing I ever done; that's where I learned to drive rigs," E.J. agreed and scraped up the last of the beans. "I been thinking I might want to do that," Lawrence admitted. "Yeah?" E.J. said. "Ought to; make a man out of you." He slowed as several Hispanic youths milled, unconcerned with the large tractor as it approached. "Fucking punks," E.J. muttered as he pulled the truck's horn. A few of the surly youths gestured in their gang's symbol at him. "Look at this shit," E.J. sneered as the boys had to hold their sagging pants up with their left hands. "Use a fucking belt, dumb ass." "I'll never understand that shit; pants falling off and shit?" he said to Lawrence. "But I tell you what; they all into gang mentality, all into showing everybody how bad ass they are? They're the ones ought to be signing up for the military, right?" Xxxx Nancy was waiting for him when he came in. "An uh, a Mr. Bob called for you," Nancy said flatly, not meeting her son's eyes. "Oh?" Lawrence asked, voice cracking. "He um, he said some very nasty things about you and your friend E.J.," Nancy went on. "Look, um, Mom?" Lawrence stammered, blushing scarlet. "Son, I don't want you hanging around that man," Nancy declared. "E.J.?" Lawrence cried out, heart threatening to break. "No, no, that horrible man Bob," Nancy said. "Any man uses language like that, you have no business being around that man, that's for sure." Xxxx Bob called a few more times, see sawing back and forth between pleading, whining and threatening, angry calls. Finally, Nancy put a stop to it by telling the man she'd recorded all of the phone calls and was not afraid to bring the tapes to the District Attorney's office. "They might not be able to do anything about it, but do you really want your name in the papers for threatening an eighteen year old boy?" Nancy said firmly. "Um, Mom," Lawrence said, not letting his eyes meet hers when she'd told him about her phone call with Bob. "Son, really, if you're going to tell me you're gay, little late, huh?" Nancy said. Lawrence stared at her back while she fixed their supper. "You, um, you know?" Lawrence finally managed to ask. "Son, please!" Nancy laughed out loud. "It's a little obvious, now isn't it?" "Um, yeah, I guess so," Lawrence said. Xxxx E.J. cheered when Lawrence's name was called out and Brother Dominick presented the young man with a rolled up diploma. Afterward, E.J. took his lover to dinner in Lafayette, then to a gay nightclub. No one asked Lawrence for any identification; he never ordered any alcohol anyway. He and E.J. danced together, comfortable and happy in each other's embrace. "And you enlist in...?" E.J. asked as he pulled up to Lawrence's house. "Two weeks, three days," Lawrence said. "Okay, I'll drive you; I got to pick up a load in San Diego anyway," E.J. said. "Really?" Lawrence squealed. "I was just going to fly out there, but..." "Yeah, I'll pick you up next Saturday; it'll take us about forty hours, okay?" E.J. said. Nancy hugged him tightly and cried as he showed her his diploma. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I tried. Really I did, I tried so hard but I just couldn't..." "Mom, I know," he said. "God damn it!" Nancy screamed in frustration. "My baby graduates and I can't even make it to the front door!" "Mom, it's all right," Lawrence assured her. "No, no it's not!" Nancy sobbed bitterly. "Mom, got pictures, okay" Lawrence said and showed her the digital photographs E.J. had quickly printed out for her. "What a handsome young man you are," Nancy complimented him when she'd gotten her tears under control. Xxxx She tried again to make it to the front door when E.J. came to take him to San Diego. "Maybe when I get out of the Marines?" Lawrence suggested to her. "You got four years, okay?" "I love you, boy, you hear me?" she cried as she clung to him. E.J. promised to deliver her boy to San Diego safe and sound, earning himself a hug from Lawrence's mother and with a final wave, Lawrence left Bender, Louisiana. "Hey," E.J. said, once they were just outside of Lake Charles, Louisiana, and Lawrence's tears had stopped streaming. "Yeah?" Lawrence smiled over at him. "Cash, gas, or ass, no one rides for free," E.J. smiled, easing his throbbing erection out of his tight jeans. "Up to sucking a little cock?" *Author's Note: Any persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Ch 1 In the 2005 yearbook of St. Thomas Aquinas, in Bender Louisiana, are the usual groups of photographs. The first few pages are dedicated to the graduating seniors, Individual photographs of each senior in cap and gown, then the entire group of the seniors and Sister Andrea, the Homeroom teacher of the Seniors of St. Thomas Aquinas. The last two pages are dedicated to the seniors that won awards, i.e. valedictorian, solitarian, Scholarship winners, etc. The last page is of the seniors awarded titles by their peers. Elise Simone won 'Best Christian Example,' which makes her stepfather snicker, which makes Elise screech "Shut up!" Rayne Sneed was voted 'Friendliest,' a title well deserved; she was everyone's friend. Then there are the photographs of the junior class, the sophomore class, the freshmen, and Eight Grade, then faculty and staff, the sports and clubs, and then random photographs displaying daily life at St. Thomas Aquinas. Appearing in only the individual senior photograph group, and the group photograph of the graduating seniors, Lawrence Dumensnil passed through St. Thomas Aquinas without casting any shadows. In 2002, he did cast a small shadow, being the son of one of the persons killed in the horrible fire at the mattress factory, but that shadow was brief and in time, most forgot that he had suffered a loss. Moments after graduation, most forgot that he even existed. Some of the girls at St. Thomas Aquinas knew him as 'Mr. Avon;' his mother, an agoraphobic, made Lawrence deliver to her clients. He distributed her catalogs to his classmates and brought them their orders. If they placed their order with him directly, his mother gladly gave him the full commission from that sale, But if they called it in, or e-nailed it in, she kept the commission for herself. Neither one said it out loud, but neither Lawrence nor Nancy Dumensnil missed Paul Dumensnil. When he was alive, he was a loud, brash drunkard that belittles both wife and son with loud drunken harangues. Every now and then, his verbal outbursts would be punctuated by physical blows. But he had filled out the insurance policy and his death made Nancy a quarter of a million dollars richer. Lawrence was the one that brought the paperwork down to the bank and, with Emily Broussard's help, put it into various savings accounts, checking accounts, and IRA accounts. xxxx "And this one goes to..." Nancy said as she stapled the order invoice to the bag. "Mom, it's right there, on the invoice," Lawrence said. "Okay, smarty pants," Nancy said. "Don't be gone too long; it's a school night." "Yes ma'am," he said and took the cardboard box to the front door. "Thank you, Lawrence," Nancy said and he smiled at her. xxxx "Ooh, tell your momma I like that color," Carmen said as she examined the bottle of nail polish. "Hey Lawrence," Elise called out from behind her mother. "Hey, um, Elise," Lawrence said and blushed a hundred shades of red. "Okay, here you go, sweetie," Carmen said and gave Lawrence the cash. "Thank you, Ms. Simone," Lawrence said. "It's Mrs. Davis," Carmen reminded him and smiled as he slapped his forehead. "Man, I'm sorry, Mrs. Davis, I keep forgetting!" he said, embarrassed. xxxx "Um, Avon," Lawrence said, standing on Bob Bishop's doorstep. Yearbook 2005--gm "Oh, hey, all right!" Bob said, swinging the door wide open. "Come on in, y'all take personal checks, right?" "Uh yes sir," Lawrence said, stepping inside the foyer of the small house. "Man, this skin so soft is the best stuff, repels mosquitoes like nothing else out there!" Bob praised as he stepped into the small kitchen. "Wear it when I go hunting; tit up in the deer stand all day, never get a single bite." Lawrence stood, rooted to the spot. On the large television, Bob had been watching a pornographic movie. But this wasn't your typical pornographic movie. He could see three men, one man on his knees, sucking another man's cock, while a third man prepared to shove his cock into the ass of the second man. "So, you ever hunt? I got this deer stand up in the Atchafalaya," Bob said as he came out of the small kitchen and headed toward the living room. "oops!" Bob laughed nervously and turned the television off. He glanced over his shoulder at Lawrence and smiled sheepishly. "I um, I kind of um, kind of like porn, you know?" Bob admitted. "Um, yes, yes sir," Lawrence stammered. It had only been a moment, but he knew he'd be pulling his manhood to memories of what he'd seen on the screen. "Ever watch that stuff?" Bob asked, holding out the check to Lawrence. "Um, no, no, don't really have any chance to, it's um, just me and my mom and she's always right there, you know?" Lawrence stammered. "Oh, eye, um, you ever want to watch it, I um, I got a bunch of the stuff," Bob offered hopefully. "Um, yeah?" Lawrence squeaked. "You are old enough, huh?" Bob asked. "Eighteen, just turned eighteen um, last week," Lawrence admitted to the burly man. "Well, want to?" Bob asked, licking his lips nervously. "I'll start it at the beginning; it's one of my favorites, stars Scottie Harrison? Boy grew up right here in Louisiana, Mumphrey?" "Um, no, no, I still got about ten more stops to make," Lawrence stammered, wishing his erection would go down. "Um, oh, maybe some other time, huh?" Bob said. "Uh, yeah, yeah," Lawrence said and took the check from the man. Bob watched the slender youth leave, licking his lips again. He was a good looking boy, with his dark hair and light blue eyes. Those lips looked like they were made for kissing and Bob just loved the way the boy kept blushing. "Man oh man," Bob said, locked the door, and returned to the leather couch. He hit the button and started the movie again. He decided to go back to the beginning and watch the hour long movie from start to finish. ++++ A well muscled young man, in his mid to late twenties, dressed in leopard print thong, lay on a chaise lounge, another chaise lounge right next to his. Another well muscled man, dressed in black thong swim wear, also in his mid to late twenties, sauntered onscreen. "Uh huh," Zeke said to Dwight. "Checking out the yard boy again, huh?" "Oh, I would just love to suck that boy's cock," Dwight admitted to Zeke. "I bet it's all hot and sweaty, just like I like them! But don't you be acting all innocent! I know you'd just love to bust that boy's ass cherry!" "Oh you fucking right I would," Zeke laughed as he lay down on the chaise lounge next to Dwight's chaise lounge. "You know it's nice and tight. The set was obviously an indoor location; the grass was Astroturf, the sound of the lawnmower never varied in volume or intensity and the lighting was almost garish. "Hi, Mr. Zeke," Scottie called out as he pushed the lawnmower past the two sunbathers Scottie was a well muscled youth, with longish blonde hair, dressed in cut off shorts and a very tight tee shirt. "Here, get my back," Dwight asked, handing Zeke the bottle of suntan lotion. "Uh huh," Zeke said and took the offered bottle. "Tell me the truth; what would you like to do to that Scottie?" Dwight asked as Zeke slathered the lotion onto his back. "Oh, I'd grab his shorts, slide them down," Zeke said, sliding Dwight's swim trunks down. "Then I'd get those buns of his all good and slippery." "Ooh yeah," Dwight moaned as Zeke roughly rubbed his rear end. "Hey Scottie!" Zeke called out. "Yes sir, Mr. Zeke?" Scottie asked, 'turning the lawnmower off' and pushing his sunglasses up to sit on top of his head. "Hey, we're all men here, right?" Zeke asked, swiveling off of Dwight's back. "Um yeah, I guess so," Scottie agreed, 'wiping the sweat from his face' with the back of his hand. "It wouldn't freak you all out if Mr. Dwight and I sunbathed out here, nude, now would it?" Zeke asked. "Um, I guess not," Scottie said, looking slightly uncomfortable. "You wouldn't run home and tell your mommy, would you?" Dwight asked, peering over his shoulder, his swim trunks still pulled down to his upper thighs. "No, I guess not," Scottie said. "Oh goody," Dwight said and pulled his swim trunks off. "That's a good boy," Zeke smiled and made a show of pulling his swim trunks down and off, bouncing his cock a few times. "Um, okay, I um, I better finish this grass; getting kind of hot out here," Scottie said, looking from Zeke's cock to Dwight's rear end. Scottie pulled the cord and the sound of the lawnmower started up again. He kept looking at the two nude men, actually running into a 'tree' with the lawnmower. "What else would you do?" Dwight asked Zeke as Zeke lazily stroked his erect cock. "After I got his tight little hole good and greasy?" Zeke asked, looking at Dwight. "I'd fuck him until he came." "Um, okay, um, Mr. Zeke, Mr. Dwight, I'm all finished," Scottie said. A split second after Scottie appeared back onscreen without the lawnmower the sound of the lawnmower died. "Good, good," Zeke smiled, pushing his own sunglasses up. "Look kind of hot there, Scottie; like a beer?" "Yeah, it's kind of hot out here," Scottie said. "But I'm only eighteen; I'm not old enough to have a beer. Got any milk?" "Oh come on, Scottie!" Dwight said, getting to his feet. "Why, when I was your age, I drank beer all the time!" "Yeah, but I'm not supposed to," Scottie said. "We won't tell," Zeke smiled. "Have a set while Mr. Dwight gets us all a beer, okay?" "Well, if you insist," Scottie said and sat down on the chaise lounge formerly occupied by Dwight. "So, tell me, Scottie, got a girlfriend?" Zeke asked, still slowly stroking his cock. "Um, no, no not really," Scottie admitted. "I did, but she wanted me to do things, you know?" "Things?" Zeke asked. "Like what, Scottie?" "You know," Scottie said, embarrassed. "Here we are, three cold beers for three hot men," Dwight said, returning with three beer bottles. "Like what?" Scottie?" Zeke asked, taking a hefty gulp of the beer. "You know, she wanted me to put my weenie in her pussy and stuff," Scottie said, taking a big sip of beer. "Ew!" Dwight said, face twisted in disgust. "in her pussy?" "I know!" Scottie said. "And I said, that's wrong! That should only be for a man and a woman that are married!" "That's true, Scottie," Zeke praised. "But what do you do? I mean, I know young men like you have urges, don't you?" "Um, yeah," Scottie admitted, drinking from the beer again. "So what do you do?" Zeke asked. "Do you play with yourself?" "Um, yeah, every now and then," Scottie admitted. "Man, this beer's strong! I think I'm getting drunk!" ""And I know you have some friends, right?" Zeke asked. "You guys ever, you know, help each other out?" "What do you mean?" Scottie asked. "You know, help each other out with hose urges?" Zeke asked. "Like this," Dwight said and took Zeke's cock into his hand and stroked it a few times. "You and your friends ever do that?" "No!" Scottie said. "Wouldn't that um, be kind of um, weird?" "No, it would just be two friends, two friends, helping each other out," Zeke said. "Really?" Scottie said. "Man, I think I had too much to drink!" "Really, here, look," Zeke said and unsnapped the button of Scottie's cut off shorts. "Let me help you here." "Ooh, that's a beautiful cock," Dwight said as Zeke fished Scottie's cock out of the shorts. "See?" Zeke said. "Just giving it a few strokes here, doesn't that feel good?" "Yeah, that feels real good," Scottie moaned. "And why don't you help me out too? I have those kinds of urges too," Zeke suggested. "Um, okay," Scottie said and reached down to take hold of Zeke'serect cock. "There, how's that feel?" Zeke smiled. "It feels pretty good," Scottie said. "Know what else feels pretty good?" Zeke asked and nodded his head toward Dwight. Dwight took Zeke's cock into his mouth and began bobbing his head up and down on Zeke's cock. "Um, that's, he's sucking your weenie," Scottie said. "Cock," Zeke corrected. "He's sucking my cock; he's a great cock sucker and he's sucking my cock." "He's sucking your cock," Scottie repeated. "And he'll suck your cock, if you'd like," Zeke offered. "Mm hmm," Dwight said and took Scottie's cock into his mouth and began to suck Scottie's cock. "Here, why don't you take that tee shirt off?" Zeke offered and pulled Scottie's shirt off over his head. "Oh!" Scottie moaned as Dwight swallowed Scottie's entire cock down his throat. "Ever had your nipples sucked, Scottie" eke asked. "Uh, no I..." Scottie said and Zeke licked and sucked Scottie's nipples. "How's that feel, Scottie," Zeke asked. "Oh!" was Scottie's response. "He's also very good at sucking nut," Zeke offered and to prove it, Dwight removed his mouth from Scottie's cock and began sucking on Scottie's testicles. "Isn't that nice, Scottie, you like that, Scottie?" Zeke asked, kissing Scottie's gaping mouth. "Yeah," Scottie moaned. "Hey, we're leaving poor Dwight out; he's sucking your cock, but his poor cock's all lonely," Zeke said. "Now that's not right; Dwight, why don't you let Scottie here gives you a hand?" Dwight twisted around so that Scottie could reach his erect cock. "Go ahead, give him a hand," Zeke suggested and Scottie began to masturbate Dwight's cock. "Know what else feels real nice, Scottie?" Zeke asked. "No, what?" Scottie asked. "Letting a friend stick his cock up your hot tight little ass. That feels really good," Zeke said and kissed Scottie's mouth again. "It does"" Scottie asked innocently. "Um, that's a pretty small hole, though; wouldn't it hurt?" "It might," Zeke admitted. "I mean, I've got a pretty big cock, don't I?" "Yes sir, it' is a pretty big cock," Scottie said, looking at Zeke's cock. "But a friend would finger fuck your hole, get it nice and stretchy before he put his cock in there," Zeke went on. But you might be too tight for it. Why don't you let me see?" "Um, okay," Scottie said and rolled over onto his knees. Dwight sat up to watch. "First, let's lose these, Zeke said and pulled Scottie's shorts all the way off. "Oh, Scottie, you've got such a pretty little hole; isn't that a pretty little hole, Dwight?" "It is a pretty little hole," Dwight agreed. "It is?" Scottie asked, looking over his shoulder. "Oh yes, that is a pretty little hole, almost as pretty as Dwight's hole. Now, let's see," Zeke said. He grabbed the bottle of suntan lotion and got his middle finger wet with the slippery lotion. "When we're getting a nice virgin hole ready," he said and brought the slippery finger to Scottie's tightly clenched anus. "We start off nice and slow." Scottie moaned as Zeke forced the finger into his rectum. "And work it all around, Zeke continued, twisting the finger in and out, corkscrewing it as he went. "Oh," Scottie moaned again. Zeke squirted more lotion on his index and ring finger and slowly added one, then the third fingers to Scottie's rectum while Scottie moaned and grunted. "You are nice and tight," Zeke whispered in Scottie's ear. "But I bet we could fit my cock in there. Want to try?" ++++ Bob spurted heavily onto his smooth belly and kept stroking his throbbing cock, milking all the semen he could out of it. Ch 2 "Hello?" Nancy sang out as she answered her Avon telephone. "Hi, Mrs. Dumensnil," Bob cheerfully said. "This is Bob. Bob Bishop?" "Oh, yes sir, Mr. Bishop, you got your order, right?" Nancy asked. "My son just pulled up; I can send him out there if it's not." "Oh, no, no ma'am, the order was fine, just fine, no problem there," Bob hastened to assure the woman. "No, I um, I was calling to talk with your son; see if he'd like to go hunting this Saturday; I have a deer stand and duck blind out in the Basin. It'd just be two guys, going out, doing that cave man stuff, you know?" "Well, hold on, I'll see if he's up to it," Nancy said cheerfully and waved Lawrence over to the phone. "Here, it's Mr. Bishop asking for you," Nancy said, handing the phone to her son. "Hello?" Lawrence asked, voice croaking. "Hey sport, sorry, other than 'Avon' don't believe you ever told me what your name was," Bob said cheerfully. "Um, it's Lawrence, Lawrence Dumensnil," Lawrence said. "Well, hey Lawrence, I'm planning on doing a little hunting this Saturday, leave here at about four in the morning, get out to the deer stand, wait for the sun to come up, then see what we can get, wondered if you'd like to come along?" Bob asked. "Um, uh yeah, sure, I um, I guess so; that'd be great," Lawrence agreed. He gave Bob the address and they hung up. "He um, he wants me to go hunting with him," Lawrence told his mother. "Oh, that's nice; get you out of here," Nancy agreed. "Taking your father's twelve gauge? "Um, yeah, where is it?" Lawrence asked. "Garage," Nancy said. Lawrence went and got his father's shotgun, and found his father's camouflage clothing. He put the musty smelling clothes into the washing machine and started the washer. xxxx Bob started the disc again and slowly began to stroke his erection. ++++ "Oh no, no, shh, shh," Zeke crooned to the now whimpering Scottie as he poised his cocked at the entrance to Scottie's anus. Here," Dwight said. "You guys stand up; I'll suck his cock, that'll get his mind off your big cock going in his little hole." "That's a good idea," Zeke agreed and the two men got off the chaise lounge. "Mm, I just love young cock," Dwight moaned as she slipped his mouth over the head of Scottie's cock. ++++ "Me too," Bob agreed and stopped pulling on his cock. "Damn, almost going to come again!" He stroked and squeezed his testicles then pulled on the smooth scrotum, twisting them slightly. "Love a tight virgin hole too," he mused aloud as the camera zoomed in to show Zeke's cock entering Scottie's ass. ++++ "Ah!" Scottie moaned out loud, a sharp exhalation of breath. "Mm, hmm," Zeke groaned and twisted Scottie's face around so he could kiss the gasping young man's mouth. "I think he likes it," Dwight moaned, Scottie's cock spurting a copious amount of semen onto Dwight's face. "Yeah?" Zeke asked, stroking more semen from Scottie's spurting cock. "You like it? Huh sweet little Scottie? Like getting my great big cock up that pretty little hole of yours?" "Uh!" was all Scottie could say, his face a grimace of pain. "Yeah, I think he likes it, having that great big cock fucking his tight little hole," Dwight said and began sucking Scottie's cock again. The camera again showed Zeke's large cock thrusting vigorously in and out of Scottie's ass. ++++ "Aw, shit," Bob cried out as he spurted onto his smooth belly again. "Damn, guys, y'all are some hot ass mother fuckers, that's for sure," Bob said as he scooped up his semen and then licked the semen from his hand. xxxx The jacket and pants were a little large, but a belt, pulled as tight as he could cinch it, and the hunting gear was good enough. "And you wear those ratty old sneakers; you like hunting we'll get you some hunting boots, okay?" his mother said and Lawrence nodded in agreement. And even though Saturday was still two days away, Nancy proceeded to lecture Lawrence on how to behave for Mr. Bishop, reminding him that he was lucky that a man showed such a fatherly interest in him. Finally, she ran out of things to say, kissed his cheek, and then left his room. "Good night," she called out from her room. "Good night," Lawrence agreed. xxxx Bob smiled; he didn't even have to get out of the truck; the boy was waiting for him outside. "Good morning," he said cheerfully as Lawrence climbed into the cab of the pick up truck. "Ready for a little hunting?" "Yes sir," Lawrence agreed, cradling the shotgun, secure in the waterproof camouflage case. "Oh, come on, boy!" Bob laughed. "We're men! Men! It's 'Bob,' okay?" "Yes sir," Lawrence agreed nervously. "That a twelve gauge?" Bob asked, indicating the gun. "Yeah, it was my dad's," Lawrence said. "Oh?" Bob asked. "He ever takes you hunting?" "Um, no, well, once, when I was like six or seven," Lawrence said. "I really don't remember it; he said I cried a lot." "Well, you're not six no more, Huh?" Bob smiled as he turned onto the dirt path that would lead them to his deer stand. "You uh, you got on any of that skin so soft?" Bob asked as he killed the truck motor. "No, shoot!" Lawrence said. "I forgot all about that!" "Here," Bob said, hoping his voice wasn't shaking too much. "Unbutton your jacket; we'll get you fixed up." He wanted to groan; Lawrence's skin looked flawless in the dim light of the truck. The boy's nipples were nice and fat, dark bumps on his pale skin. The belly button was a sweet little dimple; he wanted to tongue it. Lawrence sat still as Bob liberally sloshed the sickly sweet smelling liquid on him, and then sat up straighter as Bob used his hands to smear the liquid into Lawrence's flesh. "There, that ought to do you," Bob husked. He wanted to lean over, press his lips to the boy's sweet mouth, wanted to suck the boy's tongue into his own mouth. He could smell the toothpaste on the boy's breath. "Okay, let's go," Bob said, forcing him away from the sweet morsel. They marched, Lawrence dutifully following Bob. "Here we are," Bob whispered and pointed up. Lawrence looked up and grabbed the rung of the rope ladder. Bob watched the boy's sweet ass as it wiggled and jiggled in the loose pants. He shifted his throbbing cock in his own pants and then followed the boy up the ladder. "Oops," he said as he brushed against Lawrence in the pitch black interior of the deer stand. "Uh huh," Lawrence said, also fumbling around in the small enclosure. Okay, here we go," Bob said and set the bend up by the small window of the deer stand. In the predawn, opening the window did not let any light come into the enclosure. The bench was small, really designed for only one, so the two men squeezed close together. "Oh, hey, you like coffee?" Bob asked and reached for his large thermos of coffee. "Um, yeah, sure," Lawrence said. Bob had laced the coffee with whiskey; not a copious amount, although he had toyed with the idea of getting his little prize drunk. He refrained from than, though; wanting the boy to be fully cognitive of the pleasures he was receiving. "Um, hey, this is kind of, what's it got in it?" Lawrence asked as he took a sip of it. "Put a little whiskey in it," Bob whispered and Lawrence giggled. Bob's cock throbbed painfully; the boy actually giggled. By twelve thirty, both were groggy; they'd sat still in position for hours, both training their shotguns toward the clearing, but no deer had ever made an appearance. "Ready to pack it up?" Bob asked and Lawrence stiffly nodded yes. The drive home was a quiet one, until Bob turned onto his street. "Hey, um, come over to my place; we'll make a couple of sandwiches and maybe watch a movie or something?" Bob asked. Yearbook 2005--gm "Um, okay, sure," Lawrence agreed. Bob kept up a rambling monologue as he fixed a couple of tuna fish sandwiches and some lemonade. "Here we go," Bob said as he put the plates on the coffee table. "Now, let's see what's good to watch." He put in a typical 1980s teen sex comedy, full of gratuitous female nudity. After he'd finished eating, he stretched out on the couch to lie down. They'd both taken off their shoes before entering the house and he playfully kicked Lawrence with his foot. Lawrence giggled, again making Bob's cock twitch incessantly in his trousers. "Room if you want to lie down too," Bob offered. Lawrence hesitated for a moment, and then lay down on the couch, his back pressed against Bob's torso. "Movie's kind of boring," Lawrence admitted, after making himself comfortable. "Oh?" Bob asked breath warm in Lawrence's ear. "Want to watch something else instead?" "Um, uh, um, that um, that movie you were watching, the other day?" Lawrence stammered, his erection tenting the front of his loose slacks. "I think I know which one you're talking about," Bob said and reached over Lawrence to pick up the remote control from the coffee table. ++++ Zeke's cock slid out of Scottie's gaping, raw looking anus and squirted gobs of semen on the gaping hole and the taut buttocks of the youth. Zeke's and Scottie's moans could be heard as the cock throbbed and jerked and liberally coated the young man's buttocks. "So how'd you like it, Scottie?" Zeke whispered stroking Scottie's cock. "Uh, that was kind of weird, I guess," Scottie said. "My turn?" Dwight asked, bending over in front of Scottie and presenting his ass to the youth. "Um, what I do?" Scottie asked. "Just do what I did to you, Scottie," Zeke urged, still stroking Scottie's cock. The camera showed Scottie's cock slipping into Dwight's rectum. "Like this?" Scottie asked. "No, harder," Dwight urged. "Give my hole a good pounding." ++++ Bob rested his right hand on Lawrence's hip. Lawrence snuggled closer, enjoying the closeness of their contact. His father had been a cold, hard drunk that displayed no affection whatsoever to either son or wife. Bob noticed Lawrence's squirming and chanced a little squeeze of Lawrence's hip. That was met with a little rump wiggle so he held his breath and kissed Lawrence's ear. "Mmm," Lawrence sighed. ++++ "Oh yeah, that's it," Dwight encouraged as Scottie pumped his cock in and out of his rectum. "Here you go," Zeke encouraged Dwight and pushed Dwight's open mouth onto his cock. "That's it, suck it; oh you're a good little cock sucker." "Think Scottie would make a good cock sucker?" Dwight asked, stroking Zeke's erect cock. "Only one way to find out," Zeke agreed. ++++ "I um, where am the bathroom?" Lawrence asked. "Down the hall, first door on the left; you're not going to spank your monkey, huh?" Bob asked playfully. "No!" Lawrence denied. "'Cause, I'd hate it if you wasted all that delicious come," Bob whispered into Lawrence's ear, and then lightly kissed the boy's neck. "I'm not!" Lawrence whined. "Got to pee; we've been drinking coffee and lemonade all day, you know?" "Uh huh, want me to pause the movie?" Bob asked and hit the 'pause' button on the remote. In the bathroom, Lawrence sat, moved his bowels and emptied his bladder. He had to struggle to refrain himself from stroking his cock; he wanted to come very badly. "Hope you don't mind; I got comfortable," Bob said when Lawrence came pout of the bathroom. Lawrence stared at the nude man that lay on the leather couch. He was tall, handsome, with a few gray streaks in his dark hair; his face was strong, aristocratic, with a slightly large nose. His chest was big, somewhat muscular, and slightly flabby. His belly was also slightly flabby, a bit of a beer gut. His hips were wide and his legs slightly plump. His cock was fat and hard, his nut sack also hung down, looking nice and fat. And he had no hair on his body at all. "Here, why don't you?" and Bob reached out to unbutton Lawrence's camouflage jacket. "You're a very pretty boy, you know that?" Bob asked and licked Lawrence's nipples. "Thank you," Lawrence whispered. "Let's see what's..." Bob said and undid Lawrence's belt. Lawrence's hands found Bob's head and combed his fingers through the man's thick hair. "Oh, pretty boy, I just love that, oh look at that pretty cock!" Bob moaned as he eased Lawrence's briefs down and exposed Lawrence's five inch erection, nestled in a small patch of dark brown hair. "Ever have someone suck your cock, Lawrence?" Bob asked. "N n no," Lawrence croaked. "Mm, verging cock," Bob sighed, then took the boy's cock into his mouth. "Uh!" Lawrence cried out and spurted hotly. "Mm hmm, oh that was so good!" Bob praised when Lawrence's cock finally stopped spurting its hot load into Bob's mouth. "Whew!" Lawrence breathed out, weak in his knees. "But now, my poor little cock's jealous," Bob crooned. Ch 3 Lawrence knelt down on the floor in front of the couch and gingerly took the older man's fat cock into his hand. "Use both hands," Bob whispered. "Take my balls in your other hand; they liked to be gently pulled and squeezed with my cocks getting sucked." Lawrence hesitated a moment, then bent his head and took the man's cock into his mouth. His tongue went underneath the foreskin of the uncircumcised cock and Bob moaned appreciatively. "You sure you never done this before?" he whispered, rubbing his left hand up and down Lawrence's smooth back. "No, but I always wanted to," Lawrence whispered. His lips formed a tight seal around the shaft as his tongue lapped insistently at Bob's cocked. His right hand stroked what part of Bob's shaft was not in his mouth; his left hand kneaded Bob's testicles. Bob wetted a finger in his mouth, and then traced the finger around Lawrence's tightly clenched anus. In response, Lawrence began to jack Bob's cock a little faster, a little more urgently. "Oh, pretty boy, you keep doing that, I'm going to..." Bob warned and Lawrence licked, sucked, and stroked more insistently. "Here it comes," Bob warned and began to pump his cock frantically into Lawrence's mouth. Lawrence swallowed and swallowed as Bob spurted rope after rope of hot semen into his mouth. Finally, Bob gently pushed Lawrence's mouth off of his now wilted cock. He pulled the boy up onto the couch and laid him across his own big body. They hugged and cuddled for a long time. "I think, I think my dad knew I was gay; that's why he was always such an ass hole to me," Lawrence admitted. "Oh, poor baby boy," Bob crooned and stuffed his tongue into Lawrence's mouth. "I don't think my mom knows, though," Lawrence said quietly. "Moms are usually pretty smart," Bob said thoughtfully. Lawrence saw that it was two o'clock and, after a few more kisses and strokes of each other, he dressed and went home. xxxx "And here's the great hunter!" Nancy cheerfully said when Lawrence stumbled in. "So how was it?" "It was fun; didn't get anything, but it was fun," Lawrence admitted. "Mr. Bob says he wants to go back again; that okay?" "Yeah, that'd be great," Nancy said. "But, uh, hey, Mr. Hunter, think you could like go take a shower? You stink!" "Uh huh," Lawrence giggled. In the shower, he replayed over and over in his mind how Bob's cock felt, how it smelled, how it tasted. He masturbated frantically as he remembered the hot spunk shooting into his mouth, filling his mouth. He reached between his buttocks and fingered his rectum while he jerked at his cock. Xxxx "Today, today, we're going to get one, right?" Bob said cheerfully as Lawrence got into the cab of the truck. "Absolutely," Lawrence agreed. They parked the truck, walked to the deer stand, and Lawrence climbed the rope ladder. "But first," Bob said as he entered the deer stand and shut the door behind himself. "Uh huh," Lawrence almost groaned in anticipation. "Oh, you pretty, pretty boy," Bob laughed when he realized that Lawrence was already naked and waiting. They settled into a sixty nine position, sucking, licking and stroking the other's cocks. "Aw, dam it!" Bob called out as he began to pump his hot semen into Lawrence's mouth. A moment later, Lawrence grunted and spewed is own semen into Bob's insistent mouth. They dressed; it was cold in the deer stand, despite the battery powered heater that Bob ran in the small cubicle, and sat on the bend. Every now and then, they would kiss each other, but mainly that sat and waited. "Keep an eye," Bob whispered, then unzipped Lawrence's trousers and fished out the eighteen year old boy's cock out. "Uh, oh," Lawrence groaned as Bob sucked and stroked in to a quick climax. "One good turn deserves another," Bob suggested, freeing his own cock. Lawrence sucked and stroked the older man to a quick climax. "Hold it in your mouth, don't swallow it," Bob wheezed. Lawrence held the man's semen in his mouth and then giggled as Bob snaked his tongue into Lawrence's mouth, swiping some of the semen. "Hey!" Lawrence argued playfully. "Mine!" "Uh huh," Bob laughed and again stuck his tongue into Lawrence's mouth. Lawrence saw it first, a beautiful eight point buck, standing at the edge of the clearing, just inside the ring of bushes. "Take it, it's yours," Bob agreed. The roar of the gun in the cramped quarters deafened both men momentarily and Lawrence watched the buck leap then crash back down. "Ah ha, got him! Pretty boy, you got him!" Bob whooped and cheered the boy. "He sure was beautiful," Lawrence said quietly. "Uh huh, he was," Bob agreed. "Come on; let's go get him down to the truck." "Damn, boy," Bob laughed as he started up the truck. "Look at that! It's only nine o'clock! What are we going to do for the rest of the day?" "I don't know," Lawrence said, blushing hotly. "You, um, you got any more of them movies?" Xxxx "Okay, we got that out of the way," Bob said, washing his hands thoroughly n the garage sink. "You take that roast home tonight; we'll get the rest dressed real nice; ever had deer sausage?" "Yeah, my dad used to make that all the time," Lawrence said. "Yeah, good stuff," Bob agreed. They went into the living room and Bob selected a disc and put it in. "This is like a spoof of 'Young Guns,'" Bob said as 'Young Cums' flashed on the screen. Both men stripped out of their clothes, then stretched out on the leather couch, Bob hugging Lawrence from behind. The movie was little more than an excuse for gay actors to run around in cowboy hats, boots, and belts with plastic guns around their waists. "I ought to fill you with lead," one 'cowboy' snarled at another. "I'd rather be filled with come," the other cowboy offered. "Yeah? Where you want it?" the first 'gunslinger 'asked. "My ass, cowboy," the second one said. "That that um, that hurt?" Lawrence asked as they watched the hot anal sex on the screen. "No, not really, well, a little, I guess," Bob admitted. "Why? Want to try it?" "Uh huh," Lawrence admitted. "Yeah?" Bob asked as he kissed Lawrence's cheek. "You want me to fill your sweet little ass with my cock? Or you want to fuck me?" "I want you to fuck me," Lawrence groaned, his cock jumping and twitching at the thought. "Fuck my ass." "Be right back," Bob said, kissed Lawrence's neck again, then scooted out from behind the young man. "You're not going to spank your monkey, huh?" Lawrence asked, teasing. "No, I'm going to get, hey, why don't you come with me?" Bob laughed. He turned off the television and took Lawrence's hand as they walked to the bedroom. They kissed passionately as Bob lowered the handsome youth to the bed. "Oh, damn, I hope you don't mind, but I just got to have this," Bob moaned and sucked Lawrence's cock into his mouth again. "Uh!" Lawrence grunted, shuddered, and spurted a long stream of semen into Bob's sucking mouth. "Mm," Bob said as he swallowed the spunk. He reached into his nightstand drawer, retrieved the tube of lubricant and smeared a generous dollop onto his fingers. "Let me warm it up a little," he said to Lawrence, rubbing it back and forth between his fingers. "What I do?" Lawrence asked. "Can you kind of kick your legs up?" Bob asked. "Like this?" Lawrence asked, raising his legs up, bending them slightly. "Oh, yeah," Bob moaned as the boy's puckered anus came into view. He placed a greasy finger against the orifice and Lawrence shuddered in excitement. "Now, got to make sure it's good and lubed," Bob crooned and stuck his tongue into Lawrence's mouth. "Uh," Lawrence groaned, body shivering with excitement. Bob fucked the finger in and out, twisting it from side to side, and then jammed another fat finger into Lawrence's willing rectum. "Good and greased up," Bob crooned, twisting the two digits in the hot canal. Lawrence was on the verge of coming again as Bob ads a third finger to the activities. "Now, got to get my cock nice and ready," Bob said and used his other hand to squeeze a little lubricant onto the tip of his cock. He continued to fuck Lawrence's ass with his other hand. "Want to get on your hands and knees?" Bob asked and Lawrence rolled over into the position. "Now, this might kind of hurt at first," Bob warned and put the head of his greasy cock against Lawrence's anus. "Uh!" Lawrence groaned as the tip of Bob's cock gained entry. "Too much?" Bob asked, freezing. Lawrence shook his head no and Bob lightly rocked his hips from side to side, and then gained another fraction of an inch. His hands stroked and lightly pinched Lawrence's nipples, his hips, his buttocks. "Uh!" Lawrence groaned again. "Want me to stop?" Bob asked. "No," Lawrence groaned. Bob waited patiently until Lawrence's breathing became more normal and pulled his cock almost out, and then rocked forward again. "Uh!" Lawrence grunted and shot a stream of come onto the bedspread. "Oh, baby boy!" Bob laughed as nearly half of his cock slid into Lawrence's tight passage. "Fuck!" Lawrence groaned, shuddering from the force of his ejaculation. "Like it?" Bob asked and pulled a little of his cock out, then pushed forward again. "Love it," Lawrence admitted. "It hurt?" Bob leaned forward to whisper in Lawrence's ear. "Yeah," Lawrence admitted. "But I kind of like it that it hurts." "Feel that?" Bob asked a moment later. "Feel that? That's my big old belly; I'm all the way in, my cock is all the way in that tight ass of yours." "Oh God!" Lawrence groaned happily. "Uh huh," Bob laughed and pulled his cock halfway out. "Uh huh, you like it? You like getting fucked? Huh? You like getting fucked up the ass? "I love it!" Lawrence screamed. "Prove it," Bob challenged, holding himself still. "You do the work." Lawrence gingerly drove his hips backward, impaling himself on the man's fat cock. Bob groaned happily as Lawrence pulled forward, and then drove himself backward again. "Hold still," Bob ordered and Lawrence froze. ""Make me come, you keep that up," Bob warned. "Do it," Lawrence begged and drove him backward again. "Yeah?" Bob asked. "Want me to come? Huh? Want me to come up that ass of yours?" "Yeah, come in my ass, mother fucker!" Lawrence yelled. "Shoot that come up my ass, damn it!" Bob drove himself into the hot tight hole to the hilt, pulled out and pounded in again. "Oh, God!" Lawrence groaned as he felt Bob's cock swell. "Oh!" Bob groaned and loosed a torrent into Lawrence's bowels. Xxxx "That was great," Bob whispered as they lay in each other's arms, kissing and stroking each other. "Uh huh," Lawrence agreed. "Want to fuck me now?" Bob asked hopefully. Lawrence did really want to but could tell that Bob wanted it. "What I do? Like you done to me?" Lawrence asked, getting to his knees. "No need for all that preparation," Bob said. "Just make sure you get that cock good and lubed, that's all." Lawrence and Bob lay on the bed, belly to belly. Lawrence thrust in and out of Bob's hot anal canal, marveling at the tight, hot sensation that enveloped his cock. xxxx "You are kidding me!" Nancy laughed when Lawrence proudly displayed the venison that Bob had sent him home with. "Really? You got a deer?" "Uh huh," Lawrence said. "Bob said he's going to have the rest cut up for us; he wants half of it, all right?" "That's fine," Nancy laughed. "Baby, it's just you and me; what we need with a whole deer?" She marinated the roast in brine of salt water, onion and bell pepper, along with other herbs and spices. "Make that for tomorrow night; that okay?" she asked Lawrence. "Uh huh," Lawrence said. "You okay? You sure do seem awful fidgety," Nancy asked as they ate their dinner. Lawrence blushed; he could feel Bob's semen trickling out of his stretched, raw anus, but he certainly couldn't tell his mother that. Ch 4 Even though he did not have a delivery for Bob, he stopped by after dropping off al the other Avon deliveries for his mother. "Hey, don't have a whole lot of time," he whispered, fondling Bob's growing erection through Bob's jeans. "Yeah?" Bob smiled. "Want to play?" "Want to fuck," Lawrence said, then giggled at his own aggressiveness. They wasted very little time; Bob yanked Lawrence's school uniform trousers down, along with Lawrence's briefs, then finger fucked him with a greasy finger until Lawrence was writhing in anticipation. "Uh!" Lawrence groaned as Bob slid his cock in, completely in with one swift motion. "Too much?" Bob grunted, and pulled halfway out. "No," Lawrence groaned. Bob looked at the school uniform and groaned; it was a dream, a fantasy he'd always had, of fucking a school boy. "Aw, shit, oh, pretty boy, you're just too good," he groaned and spurted hotly into Lawrence's clutching, wiggling backside. With his pants still around his ankles, Bob's semen trickling down his thighs, Lawrence stood and pumped his cock in and out of Bob's sucking mouth. "Oh, yeah!" he groaned and sprayed his load down Bob's throat. In the bathroom, he mopped up his thighs and rectum, flushed the commode, and left the bathroom. "See you later, huh?" Bob asked, kissing the young man before Lawrence left his house. "Uh huh, Avon calling," Lawrence smiled. Xxxx "Well now, don't you look nice," Nancy commented as Lawrence came out, dressed in khaki trousers and a button down shirt. "Yeah, Mr. Bob's taking me to get some crawfish," Lawrence said. "Now you be sure and mind your manners," Nancy chided him. "Don't eat like you do around here." "And what's wrong with the way I eat around here?" Lawrence teased. His mother was always on him about his table manners; saying he ate like an animal. "Nothing, if you live in a cave," Nancy smiled, then kissed him as they heard Bob's truck pull up. "Now don't you look nice?" Bob complimented him as he climbed into the truck. "Thanks," Lawrence said. They ate at one of Lafayette's many fine seafood restaurants, keeping the conversation light and casual. No one observing the pair would have been able to tell that the two were lovers. "You have to go straight home, or...?" Bob asked as they drove back. "Um, it is kind of late," Lawrence said. "Oh, okay," Bob said, disappointment evident. "But um, I ain't doing nothing tomorrow," Lawrence offered. "Yeah?" Bob asked. "What'd you have in mind?" "I don't know," Lawrence played coy. "Well, I'm sure we can think of something to do," Bob smiled. xxxx "Wonder who that could be," Bob said aloud as the doorbell rang. Lawrence ducked behind the partition that separated the foyer and living room as Bob went to the door. Yearbook 2005--les *Author's Note: Any persons engaging in sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Ch 1 The 2005 yearbook of St. Thomas Aquinas has the usual groups of photographs; graduating seniors, the other classes, faculty, sports and intramural clubs. In the rear of the book are the various photographs of slices of life at St. Thomas Aquinas for the School year of 2004-2005. One page is titled 'Crutches, braces and casts.' Kaitlin Monroe, broken arm in cast and sling, is the first photograph. More than one male developed an erection looking at this photograph; the strap of the sling drapes itself between Kaitlin's massive breasts and also stretches the white cotton blouse even tighter across her chest. There is also a rare photograph of Elise Simone; she was more often behind the camera, instead of in front of it. She and Kelli Mouton and Rayne Sneed are standing, arms over each others' shoulders, all three smiling in exaggerated fashion, prominently displaying their bulky orthodontic braces. At the bottom of the page is a photograph of Becky Trahan. It must have been a long day for the twenty year old girl; she is sound asleep in her wheelchair, head lolled back, mouth open in a silent snore, as Gretchen Dunbar pushes her across the parking lot toward the busses. "Elise, get out of here!" Gretchen laughed as Elise Simone popped up, Yearbook staff camera in hand. "You know she'll kill you if take a picture of her like that!" "Uh huh," Elise said and snapped two quick shots of her friends, then ran off before Gretchen could give chase. Xxxx Alicia Thibodaux Dunbar tightened her lips as her step-daughter sullenly pushed the scrambled eggs around on the plate. "If you don't want to eat the damned things, don't," Alicia finally snapped. "Bye," Gretchen snapped back and grabbed her backpack off the counter. "Do my God damned best put a roof over your head, make sure you don't starve to death, no 'thank you,' no 'kiss my ass,' no nothing," she muttered. "Okay. Kiss my ass," Gretchen chirped out brightly before slamming the door of the trailer she and her stop-mother lived in. "God damned fucking smart ass bitch," Alicia screamed. She had met Richard Dunbar on –line; the two shared a passion for Zydeco music and dancing. The fact that he lived in Brooklyn, New York and Alicia in Bender, Louisiana meant that their contact with each other was limited to instant messaging, on-line chats. They e-mailed each other photographs and Alicia drooled over his; he was a fireman, looking splendid in his uniform. According to his profile, he was a thirty six year old single dad, raising a thirteen year old daughter. His ex-wife was nowhere to be found; she'd left for work one morning and never returned. "I'd never leave you," the thirty eight year old Alicia wrote. "It's not so much me, it's our daughter," Richard lamented in reply. "It's what it's done to her that bothers me. I can find another wife; finding a mom is a whole other ball game." "Is she as wonderful as you?" Alicia replied. The school picture that Richard e-mailed showed a piggish looking girl. She obviously took after her father, having his bulbous nose, thin lips, and small, flat brown eyes. She also had his blonde hair and cut her hair nearly as short as Richard did. Xxxx By the time Alicia arrived in New York, she was madly, hopelessly head over heels in love with Richard. Gretchen was surly, despondent, and angry that someone else was taking the affection of the man she admired and loved. Alicia quickly saw that she was fighting a losing battle, trying to win the girl over, so she quit trying and focused her attention on Richard. Richard and Alicia married in a civil ceremony on August 11, 2001 and enjoyed a brief honeymoon in Niagara Falls, New York, before settling down to domestic bliss. "You're not my mom," Gretchen shrilled at the woman. "And thank God for that," Alicia shrilled back. Richard Dunbar and six others of his firehouse died September 11 when the towers came down. Step-mother and step-daughter numbly packed up their belongings and moved back to Bender, Louisiana. "Why I got to live in this hick town?" Gretchen demanded. "Believe me, if I knew where your mother was..." Alicia said through tightly clenched teeth. Xxxx "I am so truly sorry for your loss," Brother Dominick said to the sullen girl as step-mother and step-daughter sat in his office, trying to get her into class, even though the school year had already been in session for six weeks. "Thanks," Gretchen said, sensing the man's sincerity. "So, um, if you a brother, that makes you kind of like a father, right?" "Brothers or monks are a separate order from priests," Brother Dominick smiled at Alicia's obvious embarrassment. "I think I'll like it here," Gretchen said to Alicia, a rare moment of agreement passing between the two. "Good, good," Alicia said, happy. "I loved it here when I went here and Brother Dominick's a whole lot nicer than Brother Francis ever was." The good feeling, the closeness continued for the rest of the day when step-mother and step-daughter went and bought the school uniform. Until Alicia pointed out that they would need to get Gretchen the appropriate undergarments. "I hate bras," Gretchen complained. "I ain't got no boobs anyway, why I got to wear them?" "Boobs or not, your nipples are quite visible in that blouse," Alicia said through pursed lips. "I'll wear a tank, or one of those camisoles," Gretchen offered. "Fine, fine, what ever," Alicia agreed, tired of fighting, wanting the camaraderie they had been enjoying earlier. Xxxx The eighteen year old now had boobs, but still balked at wearing a bra. She now preferred the attention her bra-less breasts received, giggling and gasping as her schoolmates grabbed and mauled her breasts and her often panty-less rear and crotch as well. She really didn't like the sex, didn't enjoy the sex, but saw it as the only way she could get any attention out of the males at St. Thomas Aquinas. xxxx Becky Trahan was her cover; Becky's step-dad and step-brother both worked the midnight to eight shifts at the Bender mattress factory, leaving the girl at home alone. Becky's Ataxia had advanced to the point that the girl was largely confined to her wheelchair or bed. Seeking treatment for her ataxia had kept her out of school for two years, which is why the girl was two years older than her peers. Gretchen would claim she was staying at Becky's house to care for her. She would have her dates pick her up at Becky's house, drive her out to the Basin where they'd fuck, then she'd have them drop her off at Becky's house. She and Becky would stay up late, giggling and laughing at Gretchen's description of her sexual escapades. Then they'd fall asleep in Becky's large bed. Gretchen wouldn't admit it, but she felt safe, secure in Becky's bed, with the rails along the sides, keeping both girls safe and sound, safe from falling out. It was a shame, Gretchen surmised, that none of the guys would ever look at Becky twice. She was so pretty, and so funny, and so smart. But she had a neuromuscular disease that had robbed her of the ability to walk and was slowly robbing her of her other abilities as well. Her speech was horribly slurred and shaky and she often had trouble feeding herself. Ch 2 The night Richard Boudreaux had taken her out; she had felt a small spark of something inside. He didn't just drive her straight to the Basin; he took her to A Touch of Sicily for pizza first. He was cute enough, with his sandy blonde hair and strong face. He didn't even flinch at holding her hand and she definitely felt that spark with him. But it quickly disappeared when he demanded anal sex. Gretchen had never had anal sex but knew that it probably hurt. A lot. A guy's cock was big enough when it battered into her dry pussy; it certainly would hurt battering into her rectum. Then he said it out loud, what every one in school felt but none had been grown up enough to admit it. He told her she was ugly, that he didn't want to look at her face while they fucked, that she was nothing but a hole for him to throw his load into. She was so upset that she didn't even bother to have him drop her off at Becky's house, had him bring her straight home to the trailer she and Alicia lived in. She couldn't face Becky, couldn't look at those deep green eyes that pretty smile. She felt miserable, and wanted to wallow in her misery for a while. "My, you're home early," Alicia said bitingly. If Gretchen thought Alicia did not know that Becky was just a cover for her whoring around, Gretchen was mistaken. Bender was a small town and the St. Thomas Aquinas community was smaller still. Alicia had put her step-daughter on birth control pills the moment they'd moved back to Bender and Alicia was more fanatical about Gretchen taking the little pill than she was about taking the pill herself. "God, for whatever reason, you decided to put that girl in my life, but I'll be damned if I'm going to take her AND a screaming brat too," Alicia would mutter to herself as she doled out the pill, "Uh huh," Gretchen sullenly sniffed and slammed the door to her bedroom. A moment later, Gretchen's music, came blaring through the thin veneer walls of the trailer. "Turn that shit off!" Alicia demanded, which only made Gretchen turn it up louder. Xxxx "Where are you?" Becky murmured into the phone. "Home," Gretchen sniffed. "Why?" Becky asked. "I sat up and waited and waited, you're never later than eleven o'clock and when you didn't come, I got..." "I just didn't feel like it, all right?" Gretchen snapped and hung up. Becky lay in her bed and sobbed; her best friend didn't want to be with her and wouldn't tell her why. "Hey, hey, why you crying?" Marvin asked from her doorway. "No, Dad, please," Becky begged. "What you doing home anyway?" "Called in sick," he smiled as he entered her bedroom. Xxxx Gretchen spread it all over the school that Richard Boudreaux was a sick freak, wanting to fuck her up her ass. She was only slightly comforted by the icy reception Richard was now receiving from the other females at St. Thomas, though. His words still hurt. And poor Becky. She assured and reassured her friend that the terse response she'd been given was not her fault; that she and Gretchen were still the best of friends. xxxx "My step-dad's talking about taking my Mom's insurance money and getting me one of those vans, you know, with the lift on it?" Becky excitedly told the group as they ate their lunch. "Like the bus?" Kelli asked. "Yeah," Becky said and swatted at Rayne's hand as Rayne wiped the corner of Becky's mouth. "Well I'm sorry," Rayne protested. "Had a big old chunk of Cole slaw just hanging there." "Yeah, looked like dick juice," Gretchen chimed in, earning a slap from both Becky and Elise. "Gross!" Elise screeched. "Oh shut up!" Gretchen laughed. "Ew, did he really want to...?" Rayne asked as Richard Boudreaux walked by their table. "Yeah, believe that?" Gretchen said. "How you, I mean, it ain't supposed to go up, oh God, I don't even want to know!" Kelli said and shuddered at the thought. The four others laughed as Kelli's bright red blush matched her bright red hair. "You come over tonight?" Becky begged, clutching onto Gretchen's arm tightly. "All right," Gretchen agreed. Tommy McElroy walked by, trailing behind Kaitlin Monroe, eliciting sighs from the five friends. "He wanted to," Kelli said. "Um, you know THAT? I'd let him." "After he got through with me," Gretchen agreed. Xxxx Alicia did not believe that Gretchen was really spending the night at Becky's house, but also did not care. She had a date with a nice older man, one of the floor supervisors at the mattress factory. If her step-daughter was out of the way, she didn't have to worry about maintaining a modest appearance in front of the girl. Besides that, they couldn't very well go back to his place; he was married. "But it's not like we've been happy for a long time," he confided to Alicia. "But it's not like I give a shit," Alicia said to herself. "I just want some hot cock. Then you can go on home and leave your dirty socks on her floor." Xxxx "I know, I know, I'm sorry," Gretchen whispered to Becky as they lay in her bed. "But I felt so bad after he said all them things, I just didn't feel like..." "But I would have let you cry it all out," Becky protested. "I know," Gretchen said. "I can't believe he said that to you," Becky said, her shaky voice becoming shakier with her emotions. "You're not ugly." "Thanks, Becky, but look at me!" Gretchen laughed. I'm no hottie." "I think you are," Becky admitted. "You're so sweet," Gretchen said and snuggled up to her friend. "Hey, um, Gretchen, right?" Marvin Stanford said from the doorway. "Dad, what you doing here?" Becky asked, voice quavering slightly. "Hi Mr. Stanford," Gretchen said. "Don't go in until midnight; got..." the man said, looking at his watch "Almost three hours." "Oh," was all Becky said. "Y'all have fun," the man said and left the bedroom. "Hey butt breath, Michael, her step-brother teased as he walked past the open door of Becky's bedroom. "Shut up!" Becky shrilled. They heard a baseball game playing in the living room and soon the sounds lulled both girls to sleep. Xxxx Alicia smiled; Gretchen had given in to Alicia's demands that she spend at least one night at home, and brought Becky into the trailer. "And when I bought this trailer, they already had the rails in the bathroom and everything," Alicia told the girl. "Oh cool," Becky said and dug into the spaghetti with determination. Alicia watched the girl struggle with the slippery noodles and cursed herself. The poor girl was having so much difficulty and was getting most of it on her face and throat, that is, what wasn't falling onto her blouse and into her lap. "Please, let me," Gretchen whispered and finally, shamefaced, Becky nodded her head in agreement. She watched her selfish, self-centered step-daughter lovingly feed the other girl. "Thank you," Becky whispered. "Next time, hey, what's your favorite dinner?" Alicia asked. "Next time, I'll make sure that's what we have, okay?" "Fried chicken," Gretchen answered for Becky. "Yeah," Becky agreed enthusiastically. "Oh yeah?" Alicia smiled. "And why's that?" "'Cause, you can just grab it with both hands and start eating!" Becky said happily. "And if it gets all over the place, who cares?" Gretchen finished for her friend. In a rare moment of ease between step-mother and step-daughter, Alicia quietly told Gretchen, "I like your friend; she's sweet." "Thanks, Alicia," Gretchen said sincerely. "Now, what about breakfast?" Alicia asked Becky. "Why don't you just overcook some eggs?" Gretchen said, letting Alicia know the warm and friendly moment was past. "I like oatmeal," Becky said. "'Course, it's cold by the time I'm finished, but, ooh, you got that brown sugar kind? That's my favorite." "Yeah, we got that instant oatmeal," Gretchen said. "I'll see if we got the brown sugar ones." "I um, I like the apple and cinnamon one too," Becky said. "How about the raisin?" Alicia asked. "Raisins are gross," Gretchen answered for her friend. "Yeah, I hate raisins," Becky agreed. "Now, how you know Becky doesn't like raisins?" Alicia asked her step-daughter. "Whenever we have carrot salad at school, I get all of hers," Gretchen answered. "There's two of the brown sugar ones left; that enough?" "Uh huh," Becky agreed. Alicia watched the two girls and wondered why Gretchen wasn't sweet and considerate like this all the time. Xxxx "Sorry, my bed doesn't have the rails like yours does," Gretchen apologized. "But, we'll put you up against the wall and I'm right here; you should be snug as a bug in a rug, okay?" Alicia listened to the two girls as they settled down and again wondered why her step-daughter wasn't like this all the time. "Where's that come from?" Becky asked. "What?" Gretchen asked. "'Snug as a bug in a rug,'" Becky asked. "I mean, where's that come from?" "I don't know, they just say that," Gretchen shrugged. "And who's 'They?'" Becky asked. "I mean, you always here people saying that, 'well, that's what they say,' but..." "Becky, shut up," Gretchen laughed. Alicia heard the two girls giggling and smiled as she turned off the lights in the trailer. Xxxx In the morning, she watched as Gretchen lovingly helped her friend get dressed and ready for school. Then she put the oatmeal bowls down on the table. "Here, sweetheart, let's put this on you so you don't get your blouse dirty," she said and put a dishtowel around Becky's neck. The spoon missed Becky's mouth and got her on the cheek instead. "Please, let me?" Gretchen asked after the third attempt failed. "But you got to eat too," Becky sputtered. "You, then me, then you, then me, okay?" Gretchen said and guided the spoon into Becky's mouth. She then stuck a spoon of her raisin oatmeal into her own mouth. "How come you're not like that all the time?" Alicia finally asked as Gretchen gathered up their school books. Gretchen looked at her for a long moment, mulling over several sarcastic answers, and then shrugged her shoulders. "I guess it's because she needs me; you don't. You don't even want me," Gretchen said. "That's not true," Alicia hastened to assure the girl, but knew Gretchen was right; she had not wanted her step-daughter. Ch 3 "Where's your friend?" Marvin asked as Becky pulled herself out of the wheelchair into her bed. "Date," Becky said. "Yeah?" Marvin asked and licked his thin lips, a nervous habit he had. "Yeah, but she'll be here right after," Becky hastened to warn her step-father. "Means she'll be here..." he looked at his watch. "No, Dad, please don't, it hurts," Becky began to sob. Xxxx Gretchen felt her tears running down as another boy climbed on top of her and thrust into her. Jack had taken her out, picked her up at Becky's house and drove her straight to the Basin. Then he climbed on top of her, thrust twice and bellowed as he emptied his balls into the condom. "Hey, wait a minute!" she protested when Mike Chamblee climbed into the rear of the car. "Look, you ugly fucking cunt," Jack had hissed in her face, slapping her face several times to get her attention. Mike was also quick to finish and she was sure her ordeal was over. "How much for up the ass?" she heard a voice ask. "Fifty," she heard Jack answer. Her protests were unheeded and her screams did not stop the man. "Go ahead," Jack laughed when Gretchen threatened to go to the police and press charges against him. "Like they'd fucking believe you? You're just the school cum dumpster, stupid fucking bitch. And you got no proof anyhow; we all wore fuck bags." She wanted him to bring her home; she did not want to look into Becky's face, didn't want to tell Becky about this horrible, humiliating night. But she knew Becky would be upset if she did not come over, did not spend the night. Plus that, she knew Alicia had her boyfriend over tonight. Alicia did not want to see her and didn't want Gretchen seeing who her latest boyfriend was. Gretchen had already deduced that her step-mother's boyfriend was married. Xxxx "So, what'd y'all do?" Becky asked as Gretchen slid under the covers next to her. "Fucked, what else?" Gretchen said tightly. "Was it good?" Becky wanted to know. "I mean, Jack's like a real butt hole, but I guess he's..." "No, he's so small," Gretchen said maliciously. Yearbook 2005--les She might not be able to go to the police, but she'd make sure that Jack was the laughingstock of St. Thomas Aquinas. "Really?" Becky asked, breathless. "The way he's always grabbing himself, you'd think he was huge or something!" "Must be a sock jammed in there," Gretchen said. "Boys are so disgusting sometimes," Becky said. "Can we, Becky, I really don't want to talk about it, all right?" Gretchen said the burst into tears. "What's wrong?" Becky demanded, clumsily putting her arm over Gretchen, trying to pull Gretchen close. "Please, Becky, I really don't want to talk about it," Gretchen sobbed. She sobbed and felt Becky's lips touch her face. She felt Becky softly kiss her face several times, trying to kiss away the tears. "What are you doing?" she finally asked, a slight giggle catching in her throat. "Trying to make you feel better; it working?" Becky asked. "Gretchen realized her friend was crying too. "Becky, it..." Gretchen said. "Is it working?" Becky asked again. "Yes, yes Becky, it's working," Gretchen admitted. "Good," Becky said and continued kissing her friend's face. "Here," Gretchen said and kissed Becky face also, tasting the salty tears on the girl's face. Xxxx Jack was confused, then outraged when the laughter slowly, steadily crept around the school. By the end of the day, his peers were snickering behind his back. Some, the bigger of his peers were smirking outright. "What the fuck's everybody laughing at?" he demanded of his sister, Julie Vogel. He pulled the car out of the parking lot and headed toward the home they shared with their widowed mother. "Nothing, 'Tiny,'" she said and burst into merry peals of laughter. "Wait, what?" Jack asked, shocked. "It's all over school, how you're stuffing your undies with a sock make it look like you got you a package," Julie laughed, covering her mouth with her hand. "What? Who the fuck's saying that shit?" Jack sputtered outraged. "Everybody," Julie said, nearly breathless with laughter. Xxxx "How's that?" Alicia asked as she watched the two girls eating the fried chicken. "And I got corn on the cob, figured if you like food you can eat with your hands..." "It's great, Ms. Dunbar," Becky beamed. "Yeah, thanks, Alicia," Gretchen said. "You're welcome," Alicia answered. "You make this yourself?" Gretchen asked. "Yeah, why?" Alicia asked defensively. "It's good," Gretchen admitted. "I do know how to cook, you know," Alicia said, still defensive. "I know," Gretchen said a little whine in her voice. "Oh, and for breakfast, I got some more of that oatmeal stuff," Alicia said. "The brown sugar kind?" Becky asked. "Well yeah, that's your favorite, right?" Alicia smiled at the girl. "Yes ma'am," Becky agreed. Again, she was mystified as she watched Gretchen take her clothes and Becky's clothes and put them into the small washing machine. Normally, the girl did nothing to help around the house. "Might want to try adding just a little bleach," Alicia suggested. "I noticed both of you had a few stains on them blouses." "How much?" Gretchen asked. "Not much, about a half a cup, I guess," Alicia said. When the wash ended, Alicia took the whites out of the wash and threw them into the dryer. She then washed the skirts and other dark clothing for the girls. She'd stuck her head into the bedroom and had seen the two, sitting at the desk, doing their homework. With a jolt, she realized that Becky was wearing the tee shirt that Gretchen always slept in, one of her daddy's tee shirts. "Must really love that kid," Alicia murmured. "Won't even let me LOOK at that damned shirt." Xxxx "Can Becky come back tonight?" Gretchen asked at the breakfast table. "Um, yeah, sure," Alicia answered, surprised. "I mean, if you got something else..." Becky said. "No, no, I just figured Gretchen might want to go out or something," Alicia said. "Not really," Gretchen said, smiling at her friend. "Now, Gretchen said firmly as they waited for the bus. "What's the REAL reason you don't want to go home?" "I can't, I can't tell you," Becky whispered, hanging her head. "Becky, it's me," Gretchen said, squatting onto her haunches so she looks into Becky's eyes. "Please don't..." Becky said, and then broke into sobs. Xxxx "So where you been?" Michael asked, stroking Becky's hair. "Please Michael," Becky whimpered. "You know I came looking for you," Michael whispered. "Michael, I don't want to..." Becky whined. "Looking all over for you, you no Becky," Michael said, still stroking her long brown hair. "Why you got to do this to me?" Becky began to cry. "Aw, God damn it, don't start that fucking crying shit, hate that shit," Michael yelled, pulling her head back by a handful of hair. Xxxx Gretchen lay underneath her date as he thrust in and out of her. Becky was supposed to come over tonight, but the guy asked her out at the last minute and she accepted, even though she knew it would hurt Becky's feelings. To make up for it, she promised to come over right after, to spend the night with Becky. Alicia was pissed off about it, telling her how she'd already planned on dinner and all. He was finished, was pulling out of her pussy, not even making eye contact with her. "Aw, come on, what the fuck's with the fucking crying, huh?" he asked, exasperated. Ch 4 They didn't laugh. Gretchen shared the intimate details with Becky, but they didn't laugh about it. "I don't fucking know what's wrong with me," Gretchen sniffled, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "Huh? Why I keep doing this shit?" "You keep hoping someone will love you," Becky said simply. "Yeah, like that's ever going to fucking happen," Gretchen said bitterly. "I love you," Becky said quietly. "I love you too, but that's different," Gretchen said. "No, it's not," Becky said, so quietly that Gretchen almost didn't hear her. "What? Wait, what?" Gretchen said. "Never mind, nothing, don't worry about it," Becky said and rolled away from Gretchen. "Becky, did you say what...?" Gretchen tried to pull her friend back around to face her. "No, leave me alone," Becky insisted. She had her fingers tightly linked with the rails of her bed. "Come here," Gretchen insisted. "Leave me alone," Becky ordered a sob in her voice. "No, damn it, talk to me," Gretchen ordered and pulled Becky's hand off the rail. "Leave me alone, you stupid whore!" Becky sobbed out loud. "What did you call me?" Gretchen gasped, stunned. "Stupid fucking whore," Becky sobbed. "You don't mean it," Gretchen begged. "Do you?" "Yes," Becky yelled and feebly slapped at Gretchen. "Please Becky," Gretchen said, her own tears beginning to flow. "Go on, go find somebody to fuck," Becky ordered. "No, please Becky, don't say that," Gretchen begged. "I hate you, don't even want to see you, get out, and get out of my bed!" Becky said and shoved at Gretchen. Gretchen easily pinned the girl's arms to her sides. "God damn you!" Becky screamed and bit down on Gretchen's nose. "Ow!" Gretchen yelled then couldn't help herself; she burst into giggles. "What's so funny, stupid slut?" Becky demanded angrily. "Why are we fighting?" Gretchen asked and kissed Becky's lips, then get down on Becky's nose, but not hard. "Ow! Let me go!" Becky yelled. "Now, what did you say?" Gretchen asked her again. "I said I love you," Becky admitted. "Like..." Gretchen asked. "Yeah, like that," Becky admitted. "Becky, I uh..." Gretchen stammered, surprised. "It kills me, watching you go out; those guys don't love you, they don't even care about you; they're just using you and you don't even care," Becky said and put her arm around her friend. "How long you..." Gretchen asked and giggled as Becky cut her question short with a kiss. That night, the two did nothing more than kiss one another and hug each other tightly and whisper words of love to each other. Xxxx "Um, really?" Tim asked, slightly surprised. "You um, you don't want to go out?" "No, thanks," Gretchen said. "Got other plans." "Um, then um, how about later?" Tim asked. "No, that's all right," Gretchen said and walked off. Becky smiled as Gretchen walked up and started pushing the wheelchair down the hall of the school. "You um, you didn't want to go out with him?" Becky finally asked. "No, got other plans," Gretchen said. "Really?" Becky asked, tilting her head back to look at Gretchen. "Yeah, um, hey listen, Alicia's cooking turnip green soup tonight; you ever had that?" Gretchen asked. "Ew, turnip greens?" Becky said, face twisted in horror. "No, no, it doesn't even taste like turnip greens," Gretchen laughed. "No, thank you!" Becky said firmly. "Fine, fine, you don't know what you missing, but I like it; I'll be over after dinner," Gretchen said. "Brush your teeth first; don't even think about kissing me with turnip green breath," Becky laughed. xxxx At the end of the school day, Becky was worn out. Confessing her true feelings to her friend, staying up far too late, hugging and kissing, then the elation of Gretchen not accepting a date, because she wanted to be with her, she was sound asleep in her wheelchair. She was vaguely aware of movement; Gretchen was pushing her. She heard the murmur of voices. She felt the warm Spring sunlight on her face. "Elise, get out of here!" Gretchen called out. Xxxx "This is sooo good," Gretchen praised. Alicia looked up from her own bowl of soup to see if the girl was making fun of her. She watched as Gretchen dunked a wedge of cornbread into the broth and shoved it into her mouth, smacking her lips. "Thank you; it's nice to hear a compliment every now and then," Alicia admitted. "I um, Alicia?" Gretchen said, making eye contact with the woman. "Yes, dear?" Alicia asked. "I'm I, um, I know I been like a total bitch to you," Gretchen said then looked at her cornbread, finding her cornbread very interesting. "Losing your Daddy couldn't have been easy," Alicia offered. "And you been nothing but nice to me," Gretchen went on. "Yeah well," Alicia shrugged. "Thanks," Gretchen said then dunked her cornbread into the bowl again. "You're welcome," Alicia said. Xxxx "Aw, fuck yeah," Michael laughed and got off of a sobbing Becky. "See? You don't fight it, it's all good." "I hate you!" she screamed at him and he laughed again, giving her the finger as he left her room. "Aw, what the hell's going on in here?" Marvin asked. "No! Damn it! No!" Becky screeched as she tried to pull the covers up, tried to obscure the sight of her hairy pussy from her step-father's lecherous gaze. She was too weak to fight him, though and he laughed as he drove himself into her. Xxxx Michael cursed to himself as he bought the case of beer. Dad seemed to be pretty damned quick to push that 'last one to drink them first one to buy them' rule whenever it was Michael drank the last beer. But he was real forgetful when it was him drank the last beer. Michael had reached in the fridge, knowing there were at least three beers left, only to find there were no beers left. "Fine, ass hole," Michael muttered to himself as he bought the cheapest beer he could find. "Bitch about that, huh?" He knew his dad hated the 'Coy' brand, said it tasted like soap. Xxxx Gretchen knocked, waited, then knocked again, and tried the knob. Xxxx Michael drove up to the house, scowling. He could see that butt ugly skank Becky hung out with, sitting on the front step, wearing a red blouse and red shorts. A police officer was talking with her. "Probably arresting her for being so God Damned ugly," Michael laughed to himself as he parked the truck. "You can't go in there, sir," Dick Davis said. "My fucking house," Michael said, puffing himself up. "And I said, 'you can't go in there,'" Dick replied sharply. Then he saw the two paramedics as they began to pull the gurney out of the front door. "Aw, that stupid bitch falls again?" Michael spat, contempt thick. "No," Gretchen spat at him. "Piece of shit mother fucker was raping her!" "Wait, what?" Michael said, noticing that the clothes were not red, but were splotched in blood. "Wait a fucking...what the fuck happened here?" "Sheriff?" Alicia asked as she ran up to the trio. "Alicia!" Gretchen cried out and began to sob. "What happened, Baby?" Alicia asked, bending over to comfort the girl. "How'd it go?" Dick asked as police officer Becky Zena stepped out onto the porch. "Pretty shaken up but agreed to a rape test," Becky shrugged. "Kept begging me not to arrest her friend." "What the fuck'd you do, ugly God damned bitch?" Michael yelled, charging at the sobbing Gretchen. "And that's enough out of you," Dick said, easily pulling the young man into a half-nelson grip. "Ow, Mother fucker! Let me go, fucking cock sucker!" Michael demanded. Xxxx "Hey, when the fuck I'm getting out of here, huh?" Michael loudly demanded. "I'm already twenty minutes late!" "Think you're going to be a lot later than that," Deputy Jackson spat at the brash young man. "What you mean? Aw, y'all can't believe anything that stupid little bitch says; she ain't right in the head, you know?" Michael said. "Fucking cripple bitch!" "Keep talking, dumb ass," Jackson said. "Anything you say can and will be used against you." "And what about that ugly fucking bitch she hangs out with, huh?" Michael yelled. "Huh? Fucking almost kills my old man; y'all ain't doing shit about that, huh?" "She's being held too, sir," Deputy Jackson said evenly. Marie Robichaux held onto Gretchen's hand tightly as the girl poured out the details of what happened. "What's going to happen now?" Alicia finally asked, looking pale, drawn. "We'll have to go to the arraignment on Monday morning," Marie said. "Sheriff Davis has agreed that Gretchen can go home tonight; he doesn't seamy reason she should have to stay here until then." "I'm not going to have to go to jail, am I?" Gretchen asked, fresh tears beginning to spill out. Alicia looked at the girl. She always acted so tough, so independent, and so arrogant. "A little bit of reality can go a long way, huh?" she asked herself. "No, I don't believe so," Marie smiled comfortingly to the girl. "I don't even think they'll bring up any charges, to be honest with you." Xxxx "Where's Gretchen?" Becky demanded as the nurse bustled around the room. "Who?" Molly asked. "My girlfriend," Becky said. "Oh, I don't know; she comes in with you?" Molly asked, puzzled. She was close to the end of her shift and had already taken two Percodan tablets. She would have loved something stronger, but didn't want to risk it, not while still on duty. As soon as she got home, though, she'd smoke two or three good joints; Brian had gotten her some killer weed last paycheck. "No, they took her away and I don't know where they were taking her," Becky said and began to cry. "Oh!" Molly said, realization setting in. "Oh, okay! You're the rape victim! Yeah, they took her to jail." "She's in jail?" Becky wailed. "I think so," Molly said, brain becoming more befuddled as the drugs fully kicked in. "Ms. Dunham, you're shift is over; you may go now," the head nurse intoned, lips tightly pursed. Molly smiled vacantly and left the room. The head nurse scribbled an order to have Molly Dunham tapped for a 'random' drug screen on Tuesday, Molly's next scheduled work day. She smiled tiredly at the whimpering Becky. "Your friend was just brought in to the police department for questioning, that's all," she assured the girl. "When she's getting out?" Becky whined. "I don't know; I'll try to find out for you," the nurse assured the patient, checked Becky's blood pressure and temperature again and left the room. Ch 5 "And we got all your clothes out of that house and..." Alicia babbled as Gretchen pushed Becky down the hall toward Alicia's car. "You'll be staying with us," Gretchen said and lovingly stroked Becky's hair while Alicia ran around to unlock the car door for them. "With you?" Becky asked. "Yeah, with me," Gretchen said and gave Becky's ear a little tug. "Your mom knows about...?" Becky asked in a whisper. "Who? Oh, no, no Alicia doesn't know about..." Gretchen said and smiled up at Alicia. "Okay, I'm really not sure how we do this," Alicia said nervously. She can pull herself into the front seat; her arms are pretty strong, and then I put the wheelchair in the trunk," Gretchen answered for Becky. "Oh, and we're having fried chicken and corn on the cob and...." Alicia trailed off as she watched Becky pull herself into the car, then let out her breath as the girl managed to fall into the car safely. "It is kind of hard to watch, huh?" Gretchen admitted as she broke the chair down and folded it up. Xxxx "Fucking bitch's lying, been begging me and my boy for years come fuck her, then just 'cause her ugly bitch friend catches us wants to say it's rape?" Marvin told his lawyer, Parker Johnson, assigned to the case pro bono by the court system. "Uh huh," Parker intoned. He resented having to do the case; pro bono was beneath him, in his eyes. He was Jesse Johnson's son and shouldn't have to stoop to this level. And the defendant disgusted him; raping a crippled woman and then wanting to claim it was consensual. "And I want press charges against that ugly little cunt, Greta the hag," Marvin continued, using the nickname he and his son had given the unattractive girl. "Charges for what?" Parker asked, not really interested, knowing there was nothing they could charge the girl with. "Shit, tried to fucking kill me, what you mean, charges for what?" Marvin sputtered. Xxxx "House isn't yours; can't put it up for bail," Sandy Leblanc told Michael Stanford. "Well, then get my old man to sign for it," Michael whined. "Not his either," Sandy said. "Belongs to Rebecca Trahan, lock stock and barrel." "How 'bout my truck?" Michael offered. Bail is twenty five thousand, Mr. Stanford," Sandy said. "Truck isn't worth that; it isn't worth two thousand according to my appraiser. I'll try to the bail reduced but wouldn't hold my breath on it; judge Monroe set the bail pretty high for a reason." Michael was returned to his cell by Dick Davis. "Man, fucking bitch's always just laying there," he started to say. "Uh huh," Dick said, insides churning with revulsion for the young man. Once in his cell, Michael talked with Barney Washington, an inmate across from his own cell. Barney was awaiting trial for slicing prostitute's face up after she tried to steal his wallet. "Yeah?" Barney laughed, rubbing his erection through his jeans. "Lays there all crying and shit?" "Nice fucking hairy bush, and tight! Man, fucking tight!" Michael bragged. "Can't suck dick worth a fuck, but still fun to dump a load in her mouth, you know? She tries to spit it out and it's just running down her chin and shit, you know?" "Ever shit fuck her, man?" Barney asked, rubbing his cock all the harder. "What? Shit fuck? Aw no, man, that's some sick shit, man! You n*ggers go for that, getting shit all over your schlongs?" Michael asked. "What the fuck you call me, cracker?" Barney asked, eyes narrowed into mean little slits. "Aw, man, I didn't mean nothing by that, you know?" Michael said. "Man, it's just you know, just what we always called y'all, you know?" "Uh huh, mother fucker better watch your back, know what I'm saying, cracker?" Barney said and turned his back on Michael. Xxxx "I've never done this, well, you know, never done it with a girl, you know?" Gretchen admitted as they lay in her bed. Yearbook 2005--les "Well me neither!" Becky said and both girls giggled. "Girls you ARE going to school tomorrow, remember?" Alicia good-naturedly called out from the doorway. "Yes ma'am," Gretchen called back. "Yes ma'am? Who said that?" Alicia demanded. "Me," Gretchen called back. "Good night," Alicia said then closed her own bedroom door. "Think she's..." Becky whispered then sucked in her breath as Gretchen cupped her pussy through her panties. "Shh," Gretchen warned then pressed her lips to Becky's for a loving kiss. "Ohhh!" Becky Moaned as Gretchen's palm mashed against her pubic mound. "I said 'shh,'" Gretchen hissed then giggled. "I can't help it; it feels too good," Becky whimpered as Gretchen stroked her fingertips along Becky's splayed pussy lips. "Damn you're wet," Gretchen said, almost in surprise. "What you expect?" Becky said and shuddered, an orgasm welling up in her guts. Gretchen muffled Becky's orgasm with her mouth and laughed when Becky roughly jammed her tongue into Gretchen's mouth. "Damn, let's get you..." Gretchen said and got out of the bed and grabbed a clean pair of Becky's panties. "As long as you're down there..." Becky teased as she clumsily pushed Gretchen's head toward her dripping wet pussy. "Hey!" Gretchen protested. "Trying to get you dry panties and you go and do that?" "Kiss it?" Becky begged when Gretchen pulled the sodden panties off of her legs. "Put a pillow over your mouth; you're too loud," Gretchen insisted. "Oh, Mother of God," Becky screamed into the pillow as Gretchen's hot mouth pulled and tugged at her swollen pussy lips. Xxxx "How we doing today, Mr. Stanford?" Molly cheerfully asked. "Hey sweet thing," Marvin flirted with the cute girl. "Where's that old bitch been in and out of here all night?" "Who? Oh. Her? Shift ended at midnight," Molly said and read the man's chart, looked at the monitor and wrote down his vital signs. The whole time she was in Marvin's Stanford's room, she never commented on the handcuffs that kept him confined to the bed. "Pretty nasty looking bump you got there," she asked. "How'd you get it?" She didn't hear his explanation; her full attention was on the notation of medication the patient was supposed to be receiving. It was a powerful pain reliever; Marvin didn't know it but he'd never see that pain reliever. He'd be getting prescription strength Ibuprofen and Molly would be getting his medication. "That is some fucking good shit," Molly thought as she left the room. "A lot better than some rapist bag of shit like you ought to be getting, that's for sure." Xxxx "Aw, mother fucker!" Dick Davis yelled out loud as he saw Michael's blood running along the concrete floor, down the drain of the shower. His body lay in the corner furthest from the door, out of the line of sight until you walked into the shower room. "Jackson, get in here!" he called out. "Yeah boss man, oh fuck!" Jackson said as he came bustling into the shower room. "Where's Washington?" Dick asked. "Back at his cell last I seen him," Jackson said. "All right, no one else comes in or out of here until Coroner clears it, just fucking great!" Dick spat. "I just don't believe this shit!" Xxxx "And how we doing today?" Dr. LaPointe asked, trying to force some cheerfulness into his voice. The man turned Charlie's stomach. He knew who Becky Trahan was; she was a friend of his sister, Elise. He knew her as a sweet, beautiful young woman that was confined to a wheelchair. He had begged Dr. Moorehouse to assign the patient to anyone else, but Dr. Moorehouse had smiled and pointed out that Charlie was their best in the field of head trauma. "Yeah, head's fucking killing me here; think y'all could give me some more of that stuff?" Marvin whined. "Any more of that stuff would just slow down your recovery," Charlie said, taking a small flashlight from his pocket. "So?" Marvin said. "So the answer is 'No,' you can't have any more pain reliever," Charlie said and shone the light into Marvin's eyes. "I get out of here, I'm sue your ass for every penny y'all got, hear?" Marvin whined. "I'm in fucking pain here and y'all ain't doing shit about it!" "You're welcome to try, Mr. Stanford, but we are a charity hospital," Charlie said flatly. "Short of gross negligence on our part, you won't get anywhere suing us. "Send that skinny little bitch back in here; I bet she'll give me more," Marvin demanded. "Uh huh," Charlie smiled tightly. Molly Dunham was on the third floor, busy trying to whine, wheedle, and cry her way out of having to give a urine sample. "You don't have to give me one," Lynn Hebert said flatly. "Good," Molly said. "Empty out your locker and get out," Lynn continued. "Wait, what?" Molly said. "It's in the handbook; 'failure to provide a urine or blood sample upon request is grounds for termination," Lynn said. "So. To pee or not to pee, that is the question." "Fine, give me the Fucking cup," Molly spat. "Catch it in the middle," Lynn said. "You, um, you going to give me a little privacy here?" Molly asked. "Nope," Lynn said blank faced. "Fucking dyke," Molly sneered. "Uh huh, same thing my husband used to say," Lynn said. Xxxx "The defendant is hereby released into the custody of her primary guardian," Judge Monroe intoned and banged his gavel. "Thank you," Gretchen sobbed into Alicia's chest. "Uh huh, come on, let's go home; you got school," Alicia said when Gretchen finally composed herself. Xxxx Elise, Rayne, and Kelli were pestering Becky for details; the three were both horrified and titillated by the sordid details. "But why you didn't ever say nothing?" Rayne finally whispered to Becky. "What'm I supposed to say?" Becky whined. "Hey guys, my dad and big brother always sticking their thingies in me, even when I beg them stop?" "Yes!" Elise said loudly, and then looked around the cafeteria to see if anyone was listening in on their conversation. Most of the cafeteria was interested in the four girls, but since they spent so much time ostracizing them, none of the other students knew of any ploy to approach the table, to find out if the gossip was true. Did Gretchen really kill Becky's dad and brother? Was it done out of a jealous lesbian rage? Was Gretchen still in jail? "Yes," Elise repeated voice much lower. "My dad's the sheriff, remember? He could have stopped it, right then and there." "Nuh uh; it would have been my word against theirs," Becky said, repeating what Marvin and Michael had told her several times. "They was just going to say I been begging them to fuck me." "But it's over now, right?" Rayne said, gripping onto Becky's hand tightly. "Yeah,it's..." Becky tried to say, then burst into wailing sobs. "It's over, all over," Rayne crooned as she held the sobbing Becky tightly. CH 6 "Now, how we going to...?" Gretchen asked as they filled the tub. "Get in with me?" Becky asked, blushing hotly. "Yeah, that'll work," Gretchen laughed; surprised she had not thought of it herself. "Now y'all don't take all night, hear?" Alicia called out. "Got the hot dogs just about ready. "But it kind of does take a bit," Gretchen said, opening the door to talk with Alicia. "Gretchen, put a robe on; I don't want to look at your naked butt," Alicia laughed, embarrassed. "Oh, please!" Gretchen sighed, rolling her eyes. Gretchen closed the door, and then made sure the brakes were locked on Becky's wheelchair before she squatted down to unlace Becky's shoes. "The tub's getting kind of full," Becky warned. "Oh, shit," Gretchen laughed and turned to shut off the taps. Becky surprised Gretchen by playfully palming Gretchen's fleshy buttock. "Mm, nice," Becky teased. "Yeah?" Gretchen laughed and wiggled her butt against Becky's hand. "Nice," Becky repeated. Gretchen finished undressing Becky then helped the girl slip into the tub. Then she got into the tub behind her lover and began to slowly, lovingly soap the girl's shoulders and neck. "How often you shave your underarms?" Gretchen asked as she lathered up the girl's underarms. "Once a week, I think," Becky said. "That tickles," she shrieked as Gretchen ran a fingertip along Becky's underarm to see if it needed to be shaved. She reached around to devote her attention to Becky's full breasts. She smiled and kissed Becky's cheek as she felt the nipples harden to two points. "Mm," Becky sighed as Gretchen rasped the rough washcloth over Becky's nipples. "Girls, be another ten minutes, okay?" Alicia called out through the bathroom door. "Okay," Gretchen called back. "Aw," Becky complained lightly as Gretchen abandoned the heavy breasts. "Sorry, but I am kind of hungry," Gretchen said. "Girls," Alicia warned after the ten minutes had elapsed. "Damn," Becky shuddered as Gretchen stopped rubbing her pussy with the washcloth. "Be out in a minute," Gretchen called out. xxxx Marvin was wheeled down another floor when he suffered a mild heart attack. Sheriff Dick Davis had come in to tell him the news of his son's murder while in custody. When he came out of the anesthesia, he spotted a somber looking Dick Davis again. "Fucking sues you, you hear?" he screamed. "You hear? Fucking sue you for every God damn penny you got, mother fucker! You hear me?" "Uh huh," Dick wearily said and got to his feet. Xxxx DeGarde agreed to take Marvin Stanford when University Medical Center finally released him. In exchange, Dick Davis took three gang members of the Angels 270. Within a week, he was calling Charles Villeaux, the sheriff of DeGarde for an exchange. "Nuh uh," Charles laughed. "Why the fuck you think I was so willing to get rid of them?" "Man, they ever shut up?" Dick asked wearily. "All that screaming and yelling and laughing!" "I swear, I think they take turns doing that shit; they do it 'because they know it drives us crazy." Charles agreed. "Even in the fucking shower," Dick agreed, hearing the sounds reverberating as the inmates were being herded down the hall to the communal showers. "Aw, son of a bitch, no, Charles, I'll talk with you later," Dick said, getting to his feet and grabbing the shotgun he kept at his desk. "What' the..." Jackson asked as he saw his boss coming around the corner, shotgun at the ready. "Turn around!" Dick screamed to be heard over the screaming and yelling in the shower. "All you mother fuckers! Turn around, put your hands on the wall above your heads, nuts against the fucking wall!" He screamed the order again in Spanish and the screaming and yelling died down. Their intended victim lay on the ground, coughing up bile. "That's what all the screaming and shit's about," Dick told Jackson. "They do that shit 'til you just tune it out, then they go around fucking one of their little bitches up the ass, but we're not listening to the screaming any more." "That true?" Jackson taunted Julio Garcia. "You were going to fuck another guy? ANOTHER GUY?" "Careful, Jackson," Dick warned. "Doesn't that make you a faggot?" Jackson went on. "Jackson, that's enough," Dick said tersely. "Better listen to him, home boy," Julio said tightly. "You," Dick said, nudging Andy Sayles with his toe. "Think you can get up?" "Uh huh," Andy agreed and gingerly got to his feet, clutching his belly. "All right now listen up," Dick yelled. "This is how it's going to be from now on! I hear any more screaming, I'm going to have to assume you're doing something you shouldn't be doing and I'm coming back here. You don't want me coming back here, hear me?" "Now, finish up in here," he ordered and stepped back out of the shower room. "Jackson, put Andy Sayles in Isolation tonight; we'll get him over to DeGarde tomorrow," Dick said and left the back hallway. "So how'd you know what was going on?" Jackson asked after the showers were finished and everyone was back in their cells. My old man was in Vietnam; said they used to do that shit to the Viet Cong; they'd fly helicopters overhead, blaring Jimi Hendrix at them and the whole time the ground crew would be coming in from the sides. They'd blare and blare and blare that shit until the Viet Cong just tuned them out, and then, wham! All Hell would break loose," Dick said. "Man, I done had about enough of this gang shit," Jackson said, sitting down heavily. "Uh huh, and you ain't helping none, getting up in their face like that," Dick said. Xxxx Brother Dominick called out Elise's name and Elise accepted her diploma, wiping at the tears that trickled down her cheeks. When he called out Becky's name, Gretchen resisted the urge to go to push her lover across the stage. She smiled as she heard Alicia call out to the girl. Brother Dominick called out Jonathon Vogel and the last graduating senior accepted his diploma; then the 2005 graduation ceremony was finished. Xxxx "And that's the last of the..."Alicia cheerfully said as she taped up the cardboard box. "Um, hey, um Alicia?" Gretchen mumbled as she stood in her step-mother's bedroom. "Yeah, Sweetie?" Alicia asked. "Um, you um, you do know that Becky and I are, you know..." Gretchen hemmed, blushing hotly. "Lovers?" Alicia asked. "Yeah, Gretchen, I know. It is kind of obvious, now isn't it? "And you, um, you're okay with that?" Gretchen asked. "If I wasn't, would I be moving in with you two?" Alicia laughed. "I um, hey Alicia, I love you," Gretchen admitted, still blushing hotly. Alicia looked at the girl, and then smiled widely. "I like hearing that," she admitted. "You know I love you too, right?" "Yeah," Gretchen admitted. "Good, now come on, that girl's probably starving to death by now," Alicia smiled. "I ain't fooled; only reason y'all want me come live with y'all is doing the cooking." "And cleaning, and ironing, and..." Gretchen ticked off on her fingers. Xxxx "Guilty; sentencing is set for two weeks from today, on the eighteenth of June," Judge Monroe said, banging his gavel down. "Fucking cock sucker!" Marvin screamed at the judge as the bailiff approached to take Marvin back to the squad car that would take him to the Bender Sheriff's office. "Guilty? How the fuck you figure I'm guilty?" "Bailiff, please remove..." Judge Monroe ordered loudly. "And you," Marvin continued, directing his anger toward Parker. "You're fired! Worst fucking lawyer I ever seen, mother fucker!" "Better fucking run, ugly ass cunt!" Marvin screamed as Gretchen pushed Becky out of the courtroom. "Fucking kill you! Hear me? Fucking..." "Come on, Baby, let's go home," Gretchen murmured to Becky. Yearbook 2005--n/c *Author's Note: Any persons engaging in sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Ch 1 In the St. Thomas Aquinas yearbook of the 2004-2005 school years, the thin volume held the usual groupings. The graduating class of 2005, followed by the various seniors that won various awards, such as 'Best Christian Example,' (Elise Simone) and 'Friendliest,' (Rayne Sneed) and so forth. Then there are the other classes, the faculty, the intramural sports and extra curricular clubs. The rear of the book is filled with various groupings highlighting various activities, highlights of day to day life at St. Thomas Aquinas. Bernie Melancon's shy smile and David Melancon's sullen scowl were one of the four photographs on the page titled 'New Friends.' Richard Boudreaux had been standing next to Bernie, part of the reason for her shy smile, when the photograph had been taken, but he was cropped out, only his forearm visible. He was not a 'new Friend' at St. Thomas Aquinas. Bernadette 'Bernie' has short red hair, very thick and very tightly coiled. Even though the photograph is black and white, there is no mistaking the fact that her hair is a carrot orange in color. Her hazel eyes are large and expressive, and her nose a snub little Bulb above thin lips and a receding chin. She stood at four foot eleven (she swore she was five feet tall) and sported a thirty four C chest, which looked substantially larger on such a small frame, a twenty five inch waist, and thirty inch hips. A few of the boys asked the new girl out, but the eighteen year old had eyes for only one boy in the Senior Class, the eighteen year old Richard Boudreaux. Besides, she noticed, that when the boys asked her out, their eyes never went above her chest. xxxx "Ah come on, boy, Aunt Maggie'll pay you for it," his dad had said, growing irritated with his sullen son. "And what you got better to do anyway? Hanging out with Mike and what's that little loser's name, Jack?" "And Bernie will be right there; she'll probably do most of the work anyway," Beth had said, knowing little smirk on her lips. "Yay, whoopee," Richard had sullenly muttered. He remembered Bernadette Melancon from the wedding when dad and Beth got married; she had been a scrawny ugly little fourteen year old red head that followed him everywhere at the reception, wanting to dance, wanting to eat, wanting to have his attention. Beth and Aunt Maggie and Uncle Joe had thought it was so cute, 'Puppy Love,' they kept calling it. Then his mother had moved to Houston, Texas and he very rarely got to see his dad or Beth or his new Aunt and Uncle and their seven children. Two years later, his mother, fighting a losing battle with clinical depression and chemical addiction finally succumbed to the disease and slashed her wrists. Her latest boyfriend found her lifeless body in the bathtub, sparing Richard that horrific ordeal. Richard moved back to Bender, Louisiana, moved in with Dad and Beth. They tried to help him, but he withdrew from them and from anyone else that tried to reach out to him. At St. Thomas Aquinas, a welcome change from the hostile public school of Houston, he gravitated toward Jack Vogel, whose own father had committed suicide, and Mike Chamblee, another boy that felt like no one understood, or cared about him. At least Bernie wasn't there, stuck up his butt the whole time. Uncle Joe had moved Maggie, Bernadette, and the other six Melancon brats nearly one thousand miles away to Atlanta, Georgia. "Good riddance," Richard thought, smirking to himself. Bernadette and her six brothers and sisters were brats, noisy and irritating brats as far as Richard was concerned. The whole world was full of brats and people that deserved to hurt as much as he was hurting. Whenever Joe and Maggie and the Melancon clan trekked the one thousand mile drive for holidays or summer breaks, Richard made sure he was anywhere else but home. "Hey, don't you need like, gas money, or insurance money for that car I bought you?" Beth snapped, also tiring of Richard's sullen behavior. "Yeah, fine," Richard snapped and slammed his way out of the house. Maggie and the kids had moved back to Bender two weeks ago, when Uncle Joe had come home and announced to the submissive, docile Maggie that 'he'd found the love of his life' and was leaving them for his twenty two year old secretary. Georgia is a 'No Fault' state so the meek Maggie would not be awarded alimony of any sort. They'd not been able to afford a home big enough for all of their children and themselves, so they were still renting. The remainder of the marital assets was split up easily enough; Maggie got the large van and Joe ran out and bought a brand new Lexus for himself. Child support, however, was a non-negotiable expense and Joe was stunned to find out just how much he would be paying for several more years. His girlfriend, once she deduced how little of his meager income would be left after child support, saw that she would be expected to help out with the household expenses and 'fell out of love' with Joe Melancon. In a rare moment of strength and fortitude, Maggie Melancon told Joe she wished him well, but he would not be living with her and her children. She packed the children into the van, hooked up a trailer to the vehicle, and carted them back to Bender, leaving Joe to fend for himself. That sort of determination was rare indeed for Maggie Melancon and even Richard had to nod his head in admiration of her for standing up for her and her children. {"How many Maggies does it take to change a light bulb?" his dad would joke. "How many?" Richard would ask; Beth wouldn't ask, she'd just glare daggers at the two of them. "Oh no, don't bother, really, I don't mind, it's all right, we can just sit her in the dark, really, it's no trouble, I wouldn't want you to put yourself out," his dad would answer and they would laugh. "Y'all aren't funny, you know that?" Beth would hiss at the two of them.} All of Joe's e-mails were deleted, his phone messages erased, and, on the rare occasions that Maggie would answer the constantly ringing telephone, she'd tell him she wished him all the happiness in the world, but she wasn't coming back and he wasn't welcome there. "Plus that," Beth said. "Bernie's quite the cutie-pie." Richard groaned; Beth's idea of 'cute' left a lot to be desired. And of course she would think her own niece was cute. "And she's still carrying a torch for you," Dad said, smirking. He cranked up Rage against the Machine's Bulls on Parade, knowing that Beth really hated the way his subwoofer shook and rattled the windows, then drove away. She would tell him it sounded like that gang down the street, the Angels 270. Dad and Beth thought it was so cute, an ugly little bitch having the hots for him. "Wonder how fucking cute they'd think it was if they came in and caught me jamming the stupid cunt ups her ass?" Richard muttered to himself as he drove to the address Beth had given him. He had a bit of an anal fetish; searched for pictures and mpeg clips on the internet all the time. He'd even taken Gretchen Dunbar out on a date; she was easy enough, fucking anyone who asked, but she balked at anal sex. "No, that shit fucking hurts," she said. "Why we can't just fuck, huh?" "'Cause I got to look at your fucking ugly face when we just fuck," Richard had spat at her. "Least if I fuck your fat ass, I ain't got to see your face looking at me." "What the fuck ever, ass hole, just takes me home, huh?" she demanded. She told everyone at school about his 'weird' desire and very few girls would accept dates with him; most of them wouldn't even talk to him. He rolled his eyes; he could hear the cacophony as he walked up the steps to the front door. He had to knock twice, the second time almost pounding his fist on the door before it was yanked open. He looked at a somewhat homely girl, about his age, sporting a really nice set of boobs in a snug tee shirt. He'd do her. He just wouldn't admit it to anyone, but he'd do her. "Mom!" the girl screamed out. "Richard's here!" "Okay, I won't be long, we're just going out to that new casino, y'all behave yourselves, y'all pay attention to Richard, I better not hear that y'all was bad or you'll really get it when I get home, my goodness, Richard, you've really grown! You're eighteen, right? My God, you're just as handsome as your father, oh you're going to be quite the heartbreaker, come give me a kiss, Philip I'm talking to you, come give Momma a kiss, y'all behave, you hear me, we'll probably be back about eleven, no later than eleven thirty, okay, your dad said you can sleep on the couch if you're tired before I get back, love you, it's so good to see you again, bye," and the short red headed woman left a cloud of her overly done perfume and was gone. True to Beth's prediction, Bernadette did do most of the work; Richard just provided the muscle to back up her demands. "Aw, why I got to take a bath?" five year old Philip whined. "Yeah, huh?" his twin sister, Phyllis joined in. "'Cause neither one of you knows how to wipe your butts and you stink," Richard said, which sparked loud raucous laughter out of all of them. "Yeah, come on, stinky butts, bath time," Bernadette ordered and marched the children up the stairs. "I'm going to be taller than you," David, the sixteen year old, challenged. "Uh huh, and I care why?" Richard shrugged. "Okay, David, Bee, Tammy, Patty," Bernadette barked, clapping her hands to get their attention. "Don't call me that!" Patrick screamed. "Whatever, Patricia," David sneered. "See? See?" Patrick screamed. "Sorry, Patrick," Bernadette said. "Come on, dinner." Dinner was hot dogs, chili, and macaroni and cheese and Bernadette was an expert at separating the portions so that each child got the right amount and no one child seemed to get more than any other child. "You want some?" Bernadette asked, already fixing Richard a plate. "Um, yeah, sure," Richard agreed. "Okay, what you want to drink?" she asked, swinging open the refrigerator door. Richard looked at her round little bottom in her cut off jeans. "We got strawberry, orange, this stupid grape stuff..." Bernadette itemized. "Hey, I like that grape stuff!" Patrick screeched. "You want some?" Bernadette asked him. "Yes ma'am," he said, prompting David to comment about what a sissy Patty was. "Shut up," Richard ordered. "I want some grape stuff too," Bee demanded. "Orange for me," David demanded. "Orange for me, what?" Bernadette prompted. "Please," David said, and then paused for a long moment. "Fart face." "Uh huh, now you get nothing," Bernadette said, serving the others their drinks. "I'm bigger than you," David threatened. "And I'm bigger than you," Richard threatened back. "Not for long," David shot back. "Then I guess I better kill you now so you don't get bigger than me, huh?" Richard said. "Richard, that's not nice," Bernadette chided him lightly, touching his arm to let him know she wasn't really angry with him. Richard scowled into her large hazel eyes. Her eyes held him for a long moment and he finally looked away. "Now, what you want to drink?" she asked him. "Orange, grape, strawberry?" Then she mouthed the word 'beer' and he smiled and nodded his head yes. "Oh damn it!" she shrieked. "Forgot about Philip and Phyllis!" She dashed out of the kitchen-dining area and Richard heard her feet as she ran up the stairs. "Hey," Bee whispered to Richard. "What?" he snapped. "Bernie likes you," Bee said, prompting giggles from herself, Tammy and Patrick. "Yeah?" Richard said. "And?" "What is going on in here?" he heard Bernadette demand. "The soap isn't even wet!" "Do you like her?" Tammy prodded. "Um, I don't remember that being any of your business," Richard said, prompting more squeals and shrieks from the three younger children. "I swear to Jesus, y'all better get busy or you'll be seeing Him real soon," he heard Bernadette yell. "She says that all the time," Patrick confided to Richard. "Yeah, but she don't mean it," Tammy assured him. "And?" Richard said again. "Richard!" Bernadette yelled out and he got to his feet. "Yeah?" he called back. "Need an extra hand," she called out. "Just fucking great," he muttered, earning gasps from Bee, Tammy, and Patrick. Richard roughly dried an uncooperative Philip while Bernadette dried a docile Phyllis. Then they helped the twins into their pajamas. "Now, who's hungry?" Bernadette asked the two and herded them out of the disaster area. "I'll get that," Bernadette hastened as Richard began to mop up the massive amount of water the twins had splashed onto the floor. "Fine," Richard sullenly said. "I mean, I do appreciate it, but I can do it," Bernadette hastened to placate his feelings. "Whatever," he said and stomped back down the stairs. Typical. Even when he tried to help, tried to be a part of the team, he was pushed away. Ch 2 "What?" Patrick screamed. "Why I got to go to bed? Mom ain't home yet!" "Because it's ten o'clock," Bernadette screamed back. "So? You ain't my mom, you don't tell me what to do!" Patrick argued back. "No, but I do," Richard said, getting to his feet. "Then Tammy and Bee got to go to bed too," Patrick whined as Bernadette marched him up the stairs. "What, you the bed time police now?" Bernadette asked. "Yeah!" Patrick yelled, giggling. "You're under arrest!" "What time you got to go to bed?" Richard asked David. "When Mom gets here," David snapped, matching Richard's sullen attitude. "Nuh uh!" Bee said. "Ten thirty!" "Tattle tale," David yelled. Richard grabbed another beer out of the refrigerator and drank from it quickly, even though he didn't particularly like the taste of it. "Give me some," Bernie begged, pressing herself tightly against him. He gave her the can and she took a hefty gulp, and then smiled up at him. Despite his bad mood, he couldn't help but return her smile. "Thanks," she whispered after taking a second hefty gulp. He finished off the beer and jammed it into the recycling bin Aunt Maggie had set up in the kitchen. A quick survey of the pantry revealed a half gallon of whiskey, a half gallon of vodka and a couple of smaller bottles of rum, gin, and tequila. "That's for when Mom and Dad was having parties when we was in Atlanta," Bernie said from behind him, startling him. "Oops, sorry!" she giggled then lost her smile as he scowled darkly at her. Xxxx "What you want to watch?" Bernie asked when David finally fussed and whined and stomped his way upstairs to his bedroom. Anything but you, bitch," he thought. He'd drank enough of the whiskey, that bottle held the most liquid and would most likely not be noticed to give himself a bit of a buzz and a bit of a headache. "We got, um, I'm still trying to learn these channels, in Atlanta we had this satellite stuff and their numbers were all different than this cable junk, man, they ain't got anything here, huh?" Bernie rattled, very nervous, finally alone with Richard. He was so handsome; dirty blonde hair cut short, light blue eyes, strong square face and a nice smile, when he did smile. He was taller than her, easily six feet tall, and muscular. Not overly muscular like a body builder, but you could see his muscles in his nice polo shirt and cargo shorts. She found MTB and they watched a rerun of a reality show and both sat, watched, and groaned at the stupid antics of the show's stars. "So, um, we're going to be going to St. Thomas you know?" Bernie suddenly said. "Yeah? School year's already started," Richard said, not really paying her any attention. "Um, yeah, but all our records transferred. I'm a senior," Bernie pressed on. "Yeah, me too," Richard said, only slightly interested. "Yeah, It a big school?" Bernie asked. "We were at Holy Cross? In Atlanta? And that school was HUGE! I mean, got lost just going from one class to the next!" "Nah, St. Thomas's like this real little bitty shit whole dump," Richard groused. "There any, um they got lots of cute boys?" Bernie asked. "Yeah, like I pay any fucking attention to how many cute GUYS they got there," Richard spat. "Well, I'd tell you if they had any hotties there," Bernie shrilled in response. "Don't need you to tell me; they got a bunch of them," Richard grumbled. "Yeah?" Bernie asked. "Um, they cuter than me?" "They all are," Richard said, not thinking. It took a moment for his alcohol addled brain to register why, all of a sudden, Bernie was running up the stairs, sobbing. "Really smooth, sport," his dad would have said. "Yeah, well fuck her," he answered his father's voice, answered out loud. "Double bag her," Jack Vogel would laugh. Put one over her face, one for you in case herb's falls off!" "Put a fucking bucket over her head; swing from the handle," Mike Chamblee would say. He poured himself some more of Aunt Maggie's whiskey, adding quite a bit of diet cola. Diet cola was the only soft drink he could find, other than the strawberry, orange, and grape juices. Even as inexperienced as he was at drinking, he didn't think any of those would mix very well with whiskey. He shuddered as he drank the foul tasting drink, but drank all of it, and then put the glass in the sink. A thought came and he put the glass into the dishwasher, toward the rear. Wouldn't do for Aunt Maggie to know he'd been in her liquor. Xxxx Maggie's face burned in shame. She wasn't even divorced yet, and yet she'd just had sex with a man she just met tonight. Carl had looked so handsome in his baby blue sport shirt and khakis and had bought her a couple of drinks, then suggested they have a little bite to eat in the casino's restaurant. Her cheeks burned even hotter when she reminded herself that sex was the very reason she'd gone there tonight, the very reason she'd put her diaphragm in before leaving the house. She wiggled her bottom slightly; she could feel Carl's semen pooling in the crotch of her panties. "Damn you, Joe Melancon," she thought as she turned the van into the driveway of her house. "But Carl was a whole lot better than you've been in years," she smiled to herself as she opened the door to the house. Richard lay on the couch, afghan covering him. Impulsively, she bent down and kissed his cheek before staggering up the stairs. Richard felt his mother's lips touch his cheek, felt his mother's loving hand on his shoulder and softly began crying. Maggie went into her bathroom and gingerly tried to retrieve her diaphragm. She felt around and could not locate it. She looked on the vanity and felt sick; it was still in the case. Tammy had distracted her, whining about being left behind, and she'd comforted the child, intending to put the birth control device after she hustled Tammy out of the bedroom. "Oh well, she half giggled, half sobbed. "What's one more?" xxxx Breakfast was a loud, disorganized chaotic ordeal and Richard was grateful to finally be free of the Melancon Household. He and Bernie had been the only quiet ones; she avoided speaking to him, avoided even looking at him. "Um, listen, I might need you again tonight that are all right?" Aunt Maggie had asked as she fished a ten and twenty out of her purse. "Um, yeah, yeah, I guess so," Richard mumbled. He felt guilty about how much Aunt Maggie had given him; Bernie did all the work. All he did was sit there. The hardest part was putting up with that snotty David. He didn't even turn his stereo on as he drove the half mile to his own house. "Loser, I mean Jack called for you," was his father's greeting. Yearbook 2005--n/c "Uh huh," Richard mumbled. xxxx He sat in his room, brooding. He knew Beth didn't like him, hadn't really wanted him to move in with her and Dad, but had no choice when Mom killed herself. All Beth did was complaining about how much his clothes cost, his car cost, his tuition cost. Once, she had complained about how much he ate; Dad had finally stood up to Beth at that. "What?" Dad said. "Want me to take food out of his mouth, huh?" "Well, no, but..." Beth had stammered, a little surprised, and a little embarrassed. "Then shut up, he eats too much, he's just a teenager, God damn, and they eat a lot, all right?" Dad snapped. Richard had felt a little slice of happiness at that moment; his dad was sticking up for him. He spoiled it, though, by smirking at Beth, giving her more ammunition for her dislike of him. "Turn that shit down!" Beth screamed through his closed door, crashing into his subconscious. "Hey, your mom and dad like YOUR music?" Kenneth asked her. "No, but I didn't blast it either," Beth snapped. "Look, I know he's difficult, but try to be a little more understanding," he snapped back. "I have tried!" she screamed. "All he fucking does is mope around, blaring that shit he calls music, never goes anywhere, except to be around those jerk off friends of his!" "I can hear you," Richard yelled through his closed door. xxxx Then a couple of hours later, Dad came to him to tell him that Aunt Maggie was asking if he could help out again. "Yeah, whatever," Richard had said. He'd called Jack and it really seemed like all Jack wanted him to do was be the wheels for Jack. "Aw, Dude, love to, and know what I'm saying, but man, my step mom's sister? My Aunt Maggie? She's probably going to want me to help out again, know what I'm saying?" Richard had said. "Yeah, you're Aunt Maggie, huh?" Jack had leered. "She anything like your step mom? Dude, your step mom's fucking hot, know what I'm saying?" "Wouldn't think she was all that fucking hot had to put up with her," Richard said. "Yeah, I'd just do her, then split before she started bitching," Jack laughed. "Fuck, man, she never stops bitching," Richard had said, then ended the call. Even his own friends didn't really want him around, just wanted to use him. He drove to Aunt Maggie's house, and just like the last time, had to bang on the door to be heard over the din inside. "Aw, man, you again?" David griped with he opened the door. "Yeah, butt face," Richard said, roughly shoving David aside as he entered. "Hi Richard, thank you so much, I know you probably had a date or something, good looking young man like you, I really appreciate it, now, I don't know what time I'll be home, depends on how I'm doing at the slots, I like those quarter slots, they pay the best, but the nickel ones are pretty good too, y'all, y'all! I'm talking to you! Listen! While Momma's out, Richard and Bernie, they're in charge, Y'all, I'm serious!" Maggie rambled as she kissed the children, including a slightly surprised Richard. Bernie avoided him and glared hatefully at him when he did try to make conversation with her. David tried his best to be annoying to him and it was Bernie that put a stop to it it. "David, enough; one butt hole in the house is plenty enough," she said, looking right at Richard so there would be no doubt who she meant. The word 'butt hole' brought on laughter from the five other children. David muttered threats under his breath and retreated to his room. Ch 3 "Please, stop it," Richard finally said. She turned, stared at him for a long moment, and then stomped up the stairs. "I said 'I'm sorry,' all right?" he yelled. "Don't yell," she said coolly. "There's people sleeping you know?" "Fine, fine, fucking bitch," Richard muttered, clicking the television on. Aunt Maggie's vodka went down a little better, a little easier than her whiskey. He found an R-rated soft core pornographic movie on one of the movie channels and watched, avidly, as one large breasted actress fondled the large breasts of another actress. Bernie felt horrible. Yes, Richard's comment had hurt but that didn't make her treatment of him right. Richard watched as an actress licked up and down the front of an actor's jeans. The fact that she was setting him up so that her friend could heist the man's wallet mattered little to him; the scene was incredible. "Want to see my tits?" she asked, undoing the buttons of her too tight blouse. "Aw yeah," both Richard and the male actor groaned. Richard eased his aching, drooling cock out of his shorts and grabbed a handful of tissues from the box Aunt Maggie had on the end table. "Richard? I'm sor..." Bernie started, and then shrieked. "Oh my God! What are you doing?" "God damned fucking bitch!" Richard screamed. He had been so close, could feel the semen bubbling up the length of his cock, and then Bernie had startled him. She stood, Frozen, open-mouthed, staring at him in shock. Richard's anger erupted and he blacked out, acting on auto-pilot. She screamed as he grabbed her by her skinny wrists and hurled her onto the couch. "No, Richard," She quietly begged as he pinned her to the couch. "God damned stupid fucking ugly cunt!" he bellowed in her face, large hands painfully gripping her wrists. "Please don't, Richard!" she begged, tears streaming down her face. "I am so fucking sick and tired of..." Richard screamed in her face, but didn't finish the thought. Tears of shame poured from his own eyes; he was so humiliated that this ugly little bitch had caught him playing with his meat puppet. "No, Richard, don't! I'm a..." she cried out as she felt his hot member pressing against her crotch, a thin piece of cotton separating her from him. "What?" he laughed a sharp, bitter laugh? "Throwing it in my face all the fucking time, then act like you don't want it? Aw no, bitch, you going to..." "Please, Richard, I DO want it, but not like this," she cried. He let go of one of her wrists to pull at her panties. She reached out, trying to touch his sweating face, trying to soothe him, to calm him. She looked up at him in shock when he mistook her movement and slapped her pale face, hard. Her panties ripped easily in his enraged strength and she struggled all the harder against him. "Please, please, Richard, please don't," she begged. "Please, I'll do anything you want, but not like this, please?" "Anything?" he laughed harshly. "Uh huh," she promised. "Richard, baby, all you got to do is ask, but please, not like this, okay?" "Yeah? Anything?" he prompted. "Anything at all?" "Yes," she promised, trying to cover her dense profusion of red pubic hair from his advances. "Even if I want to fuck you up the ass?" he said harshly. "EW, up the...where the poop comes out?" she asked, repulsed by such a vulgar, disgusting thought. "No, where the snot comes out," he said nastily. "Yes, you stupid whore, where the shit comes out." "You can't do that," she said, cheeks burning with shame at being called 'whore.' "God you are so fucking stupid, people do it all the fucking time," he spat. ""Up the...?" she asked, horrified. "Wait here," he commanded and to emphasize his command, pushed her hard into the couch cushions. He walked to the downstairs bathroom, grabbed the petroleum jelly and came back to the living room. The docile Bernie had not moved, except to place both hands over her pubic mound. "Watch," he said angrily, grabbed her slender legs and twisted her onto her stomach. He jammed his middle finger into the jar of jelly, and then pulled her buttocks apart. "No, oh my God!" Bernie screamed into the cushion as she felt his large finger roughly jam itself into her anus. She clenched her sphincter muscle as tightly as she could against the horrible intrusion, but he was already in completely. Inadvertently, his thumb jammed against her fat little clitoris and she began to moisten. The pain in her rectum was so great; however, that she did not notice this. "See?" he hissed in her ear. "Easy as pie; get the shit hole good and greasy, then just stick your dick in there." "Please, Richard, please stop," she begged He gripped her buttock with his free hand, reveling in the soft, smooth, warm skin. He began to pull his finger out of her tightly clenched hole, then drove it back in and she sobbed in pain. "Ah, Mother of God!" she cried out when he jammed a second, unduplicated finger into her already painfully stretched rectum. "Oops," he giggled and pulled both finger s out. "Forgot to get it greased up." Her relief was short-lived; he'd only pulled his fingers out to smear more lubrication on them. "Get up, like this," he demanded and pulled her onto her knees. "Why, what?" she gasped then screamed in agony as he suddenly battered against her anus with the head of his greasy dick. "God damn, quit your fucking screaming, huh?" he yelled at her, forcing her face into the cushion. He didn't get his cock beyond her sphincter muscle before he spurted heartily into her bowels. "Argh, oh, Ah, God damn, fucking yeah, aw shit, oh yeah," he grunted and fell backward, popping his cock from her tight rectum. She drummed both her fists and her feet on the couch, still reeling from the intense pain of her brutalization. He looked at her, pale buttocks high in the air, raw, reddened anus still pulsing from the intrusion, and watched, fascinated as a thin stream of his semen began oozing out, dripping toward her upside down, wet pussy. "You, um, you on the pill, right? He asked, seeing the thin stream heading for her pussy. "No," she sobbed. "Shit," he said, then grabbed a handful of tissues and staunched the flow of semen. "Ow," she sobbed. "Stop it; that hurts." "I'm just trying to keep my come from getting near your cunt," he spat, angered with her. Even when he was trying to do the right thing, it didn't seem to matter. Everyone just pushed him away. She gasped, and sat back slightly. "You mean...?" she gasped. "You didn't use a condom? Oh God!" "No, I didn't use a condom; you got one?" he barked at her. "No! Why would I have one?" she asked, reaching between her legs to grab the tissues. He would have laughed, watching her run with a wad of tissues between her legs, hand clutching it to her anus, if he had not been so hurt. She slammed the bathroom door shut and he sat, brooding. He tucked his now limp cock into his shorts and debated on whether or not he should fix another drink. He liked the vodka, it went down a lot easier than the whiskey, but it was kind of late and he didn't want Aunt Maggie catching him drinking her booze. He heard the sound of the toilet flushing and watched the bathroom door. She looked at him for a long moment but didn't say anything. She sobbed and tenderly, painfully walked up the stairs. He looked at her; dressed in her threadbare cotton nightgown, faded, slightly battered bunny slippers on her small fee. His heart hurt, watching her. That feeling startled him, and frightened him. He decided to risk it and fixed himself another, very strong drink. xxxx Maggie's cheeks burned in shame, scarcely daring to believe what she was doing. Dan's cock pounded in and out of her pussy while his friend Frank's cock slipped in and out of her mouth. She'd looked all around for Carl but didn't see him anywhere. She did, however, see Dan and Frank as they were buying themselves a couple of drinks. Her motive must have been grossly apparent; they both approached her and flanked hear her at the bar. "Fuck yeah," Dan laughed as he mauled Maggie's breasts that dangled in his face. "Fuck yeah, oh you're good. Aw yeah, you're good". "You swallow?" Frank asked, his breath coming in gasps. "Maggie kneaded his wrinkled scrotum and he groaned and began to pump a thin dribble of semen into her mouth. She grunted in orgasm again, and then felt more shame and revulsion and excitement as the two men exchanged places. Dan touched her cheek with the palm of his hand as she began sucking his cock and she looked up, meeting his eyes. Ch 4 He felt her lips touch his cheek and pulled away. He was so ashamed of himself; raping her like that. Even if she was an ugly bath, even if she did throw herself at him all the time, she still didn't deserve what he'd done to her. Maggie looked down at the handsome young man and smiled sadly. She could see why Bernie was so in love with him. She had felt the same whey when she'd first seen Joe Melancon. She didn't feel that way about Carl, or Dan, or Frank; he, it was just sex. Just sex. She was using them, just like they had used her. She wobbled up the stairs, into her bedroom, into her bathroom. This time, she had managed to get her diaphragm in before she'd left the house. Now, she retrieved it, and washed it well before putting it into its plastic case. She'd taken a quick shower at the motel, but thought another shower, one with her own soap, instead of the harsh soap the motel provided might be a good idea. xxxx "Want some more pancakes, Richard?" Aunt Maggie cheerfully asked, putting them onto his plate. "Thank you," he mumbled. "You go to church with us, right?" Bea asked him. "Uh I uh," he stammered. Dad and Beth didn't go to church; said they didn't need some sanctimonious guy in a dress telling them how to live their lives. He attended Mass during school, but rarely went outside of that. "Please do," Aunt Maggie urged. "Um, okay," Richard agreed. "But you can't go like that," Aunt Maggie said. "When you finish those pancakes, you go home and get dress for church, okay? "Yes ma'am," Richard said. "Bernie, you're already dress; you go with him, all right?" Aunt Maggie said. She did not notice the petrified look on her daughter's face, or her nephew's face. "Aw!" Tammy whined. "I'd known I could ride with Richard I'd gotten dressed too!" "Well next time you'll know," Aunt Maggie said. xxxx "I um, I'm..." Richard tried to apologize but couldn't bring himself to say it, couldn't say out loud the ugly truth Bernie said nothing, just sat as close to the passenger door as she possibly could squeeze herself to it. They pulled up in front of the house. "My um, my Dad and Beth are probably still sleeping; they don't get up until real late on Sundays," Richard said. "Unless the Saints are playing at noon; then they get up. And start drinking them Bloody Marys first thing. Don't know why they even bother turning on the stupid game; they're passed out by half time anyway." "Ew, football?" Bernie said, wrinkling up her face. "What a stupid game!" "Yeah, never saw the point of it, just a bunch of guys fighting over this stupid ball," Richard agreed. "But Beth and Dad get into it, jumping up and down and screaming, like it's real important." They got out of the car and entered the house. Even though it was not a football Sunday, Beth was up, making coffee. "Hey Aunt Beth," Bernie happily greeted her aunt. "Hey you, what you doing here?" Beth asked. Richard ducked into the shower, but not before hearing Beth yell out, "Don't be taking any two hour showers there, using up all the hot water, you hear?" The water felt good, but he did not dawdle, scrubbed himself from head to toe, and then got out. "Wow," Beth said sarcastically from the living room. "You CAN take a shower without it taking all day." He stopped when he heard Bernadette's voice. "Aunt Beth, you like it when people make fun of you?" Bernie asked. "Huh?" Beth asked, not comprehending. "You like it when people talk about you all nasty and stuff?" Bernie went on. "Well, no, but..." Beth stammered. "I bet if your boss was always saying you were stupid and lazy, you'd be mad, huh? You'd probably want to quit or something." Bernie went on. "Ooh, I like that shirt on you, Richard." "Thanks," Richard said, actually blushing a little. "Aunt Maggie, um, your mom gave it to me last Christmas." "I know that," Bernie giggled. "I'm the one picked it out." "Yeah?" Richard smiled. "Got good taste." "What you expect?" Beth chimed in. "She is my niece, after all." "Bye Aunt Beth," Bernie said and grabbed Richard's hand. "Hey, where y'all going?" Beth asked, a little surprised. "Church," Richard said. xxxx "Hey, um, I um, I heard what you were telling Beth, and um, Thanks," Richard mumbled as he started his car. "She really made me mad!" Bernie said forcefully. "Talking about you like you is a big problem or something!" "She..." Richard started to say, then burst into tears. He could feel her small arms around him, could feel her lips touching his face and it made him cry all the harder. "I love you," she whispered into his ear and he almost howled in anguish. xxxx "Go wash your face," she said and he got out of the car. "Hey, no changing the radio station," he said lightly and she actually smiled as she reached over to the stereo. "I thought you were going..." Beth said when Richard re-entered the house. "Got to wash my face," he said and ducked into the bathroom before she could see his tear streaked face. xxxx They were already into the first reading when Bernie and Richard joined the Melancon brood at the rear of the church. "You coming over for lunch?" was Aunt Maggie's only comment to Richard. He stood outside as Aunt Maggie greeted old friends and acquaintances, Bernie standing proudly next to him, the other children whining that they were bored, they were hungry, and they wanted to go. He looked over and saw Jack Vogel sneering at him, sneering at Bernadette Melancon. "Fuck him," Richard thought darkly and reached down to grip Bernie's hand. If Jack had come into the house that morning, he would have sat with Beth in the living room, trying to catch a peek at Beth's boobs in the ridiculously sheer robe she always wore, trying to see if she had panties on underneath, and agreeing with everything Beth said about Richard. Jack would have reveled in Beth's snide, ugly comments, and would have added a few of his own. When he took her hand in his, Bernie looked up at him, and then clutched his arm tightly in hers. He was embarrassed, sure that everyone in the church parking lot was staring at them, him, with an unattractive girl, but he resisted the urge to yank his arm free. "Okay, okay," Aunt Maggie finally said and unlocked the door to the van. "Your dad and Beth are coming over for lunch," she said to Richard. "So no disappearing for an hour like you two did this morning; come straight home, you hear?" "Yes ma'am," Richard said, blushing hotly. "Can I ride with Richard and Bernie?" Patrick begged. "Me too," Tammy demanded. "Fine, fine, whatever," Richard grumbled. Beth's smirk did little to ease his discomfort as Bernie clung to him. Dad just shrugged and continued to talk football with David. "Man, Aaron Brooks is a TERRIBLE quarterback," Kenneth protested. "Tampa Bay, throws an interception, I mean, there wasn't a single Saint in the area, threw it right to the son of a bitch!" "Because Michael didn't run the route like he was supposed to," David argued back. After lunch, his dad came out and put his arm over his son's shoulder. "Be careful," he said in a low voice. "Uncle Joe and Aunt Maggie didn't have all them kids just because Joe was horny; Aunt Maggie contributed too." "I will," Richard said, blushing hotly and shrugging his dad's arm off of his shoulders. Ch 5 She was so relieved; her period was right on time. Her Friday and Saturday night had not resulted in any unplanned pregnancy. "Well, it ain't like any of them were planned," Maggie had to laugh to herself. Yearbook 2005--n/c "But, God, I wouldn't trade none of them for anything," she quickly added. "Let me see," Beatrice was saying into the telephone. "Mom!" Bea screamed, not bothering to cover the mouthpiece of the telephone. "What?" Maggie said. "I'm right here!" "Oh," Bea giggled. "It's Richard; he wants to know if you're going to need him to come over tonight." "Give me the phone," Maggie demanded. "Richard felt disappointed, almost empty when Maggie said 'No.' Jack had called him Sunday evening. "Man, who was that fucking dog I seen you with?" Jack laughed. "What?" Richard said, blushing hotly. "I don't know any dog, dude." "Yeah, that fucking ugly bitch, man, at church, the one you was all over," Jack hooted into the telephone. "Don't know what you talking about, dude," Richard had said. "I wasn't with a fucking ugly bitch; hell, I didn't even know you were there." "Yeah you do," Jack sneered. "You KNOW what I'm talking about; that fucking shrimp with the red afro hair; her pussy like that too?" "Hey Jack, least I got a girlfriend, not my fucking hand," Richard said into the telephone. "So, um, why don't you go fuck yourself, bitch." But he'd been too embarrassed to call Bernie, too embarrassed to ask her out for a proper date. Despite his bravado with Jack, Richard was still too self-conscious to be able to handle peer pressure. Almost a week had gone by, a week that he'd not talked at all with Jack. He screwed up his courage now, though. "Um, Aunt Maggie, um, Bernie there?" Richard steeled up his nerve and asked. "Well, sure, Aunt Maggie bubbled into the telephone and Richard found himself smiling a little. "Hello?" Bernie voice asked voice uncertain. "Um, hey, um, it's me, um Richard," Richard stammered. Dressed up, with a light application of make-up, Bernadette Ann Melancon was still a fairly unattractive young lady. "Know what, dude?" Richard told himself. "It ain't what's on the outside; it's what's on the inside that fucking counts, all right? Fuck what Jack and them think." "Don't mess with that," Richard demanded as she reached out to eject Alice In Chain's 'Dirt.' "Uh uh, this is better," Bernie beamed up at him and put in Kylie Minogue's 'Fever.' "Ah!" Richard screamed out, mock horrified. "What is that? Make it stop! Please, make it stop!" "Shut up!" she giggled and hugged him tightly. "I like it." "No, dude, she ain't a hottie," Richard said to himself. "But she thinks you are." Bobbi knew Richard from school, but they never talked; he hung out with Jack Vogel and she didn't like Jack Vogel. She seated them at a table, gave them the menus, and then went to fetch a bowl of chips and salsa. "Um, hey, um, Bobbi, this is Bernie, I mean, Bernadette, she's um, she goes to our school; she's a senior too." "Yeah," Bobbi said and smiled at the girl. "I know; finally I'm not the shortest girl in our class." "Shut up!" Bernie demanded. "I'm not that short!" "Not that tall either," Richard muttered loud enough for her to hear and she gasped then slapped him on his arm. "This place has the best Mexican food anywhere," Richard said as Bobbi went to get another table's dinner order. "Oh my God!" Bernie gasped, fanning her mouth as she ate the salsa. "Yeah, kind of hot, huh?" Richard laughed as he helped himself to a generous portion of the salsa. "We um, what we doing here?" Bernie asked nervously as Richard pulled up at the Basin. "Um, this, um, this is like um, where we go to um, you know," Richard stammered as he turned off the car's motor. "You um, what we done um, what we did last time?" Bernie said, not making eye contact with Richard "Yeah, um, I um, I'm real sorry about um, I guess it was um, I didn't mean, I'm sorry I," Richard said. "We ain't doing that no more without no condoms, okay?" Bernie said. "You um, you um okay with um?" Richard asked, shocked. "I, look, I ain't real crazy about it in the butt, but you like it, right?" Bernie asked, finally looking at him. He'd loved it, finally living out a fantasy of his. He'd masturbated several times, replaying it in his mind's eye, the sight of his cock, jamming it's way into Bernie's tight, freckled ass. In his fantasies, though, he'd lasted a little longer than a split second, thrusting in and out of her ass, watching the firm young flesh jiggle and wobble as he slammed in and out, heard her grunt and groan in ecstasy. "Um, yeah, yeah, I liked it, a lot," he finally admitted. "I just want you to be happy," Bernie whispered, and then pressed her thin lips to his lips. "And I want you to be happy too," Richard said, realizing, with a shock, that he did mean it. "I'm with you," Bernie said simply. With a blush that matched his own, his dad had put a box of condoms on the dresser. Kenneth looked at his son, nodded his head once, and left the room. But Richard had not taken the box with him when he left the house that evening. "I um, I didn't bring any condoms," Richard admitted. "Oh," Bernie said, disappointed. "There is something else we can do, you know, other than up the butt," Richard suggested. "Uh uh!" Bernie protested. "You ain't sticking it in my pussy without no condom!" "No, not THAT," Richard laughed, hugging her tightly. "Then what?" she asked, reveling in the sweat closeness. "With our mouths," Richard suggested. "With our..." Bernie said, puzzling that over. "You know, sucking?" Richard said. "Oooohhhh!" Bernie said slowly, comprehending. "I mean, if you don't want to," Richard said. "It'll make you happy?" Bernie asked, kissing him again. "Uh huh," Richard agreed. "Okay, what I do?" Bernie asked. "Well, I ain't never done this before, so you got to tell me if I'm doing it right," Richard said. She gasped when he pulled her seat lever and shoved her seat as far back as it would go. Then he hit the side button and reclined the back of the seat. "Richard, you ain't going to..." she gasped as he reached over and unsnapped the button of her jeans. "Well, yeah, that's what we're supposed to, I mean," Richard said, easing her jeans over her slim hips. He knelt on the floorboard, very uncomfortable in this position, and put his mouth close to her pussy. The smell of her excitement was overwhelming; he'd rubbed up and down the slit until she stiffened, shuddered and whimpered through an orgasm, then wormed his way onto the floor between her thin thighs. The hair on her pubic mound matched the hair on her head; very tightly coiled, very dense and frizzy. Her thin labia peeked out of the thicket. "You don't have to..." Bernie wheezed but opened her thighs even more for easier access. He knew he was supposed to find her clitoris with his mouth, just like he'd found it with his fingers, but exactly where it was, and what it would look like in the semi-darkness was a mystery to him. Uh, oh!" Bernie whimpered as he gave her labia a tentative lick. He'd heard all the jokes about pussy smelling like fish; Bernie's had a strong, musky smell and an odd taste, but it wasn't fishy smelling or tasting. He wasn't sure if he liked it or not, but decided to experiment a little more. "Uh oh," Bernie whimpered and thrashed on the seat, doing her best to keep her lower half as still as possible. Her small hands were balled into fists and she kept them firmly against her sides. "Oh, Richard," she whispered hoarsely. "Please stop!" She writhed in orgasm as he sucked mercilessly on her clitoris. "Please, please stop," she begged as he bit down on it lightly. "Please, Richard, she wheezed. "I'm about to pee myself!" At that point, Richard figured he'd better stop. He did not want a mouth full of urine. "Damn!" he laughed as he crawled over her spent leg and sat in the driver's seat. "Look at how fogged up we got the windows!" "I'm sorry," she gasped, looking around at the windows. "For what?" he laughed. "I helped, remember?" "Uh huh," she said weakly. She wiggled into her jeans and pulled her seat back up. "Can I, um, there anything you um, you want me to do?" she finally asked. "Um, yeah, you um, you ever suck a dick before?" Richard asked. "No, never even seen one before," Bernie said. "I mean, other than Patty's and Philip's, but those don't really count, do they?" Richard eased his throbbing erection out and Bernie looked at if for a moment, then bent her head down and took it into her mouth. She fit about two inches, and then started sucking on it, hard. Richard looked at the back of her head as it lay motionless in his lap, wondering what she was doing. Then it hit him and he guffawed out loud. "No, no, Bernie, you don't suck on it like a straw," he laughed. "You don't?" she asked, looking at him. "No, no, Bernie, like this," he said and grabbed one of her hands. He demonstrated by sucking on a finger of hers, bobbing back and forth on the small digit. "Oooohhhh!" Bernie said, and then bent back to the task. He lasted less than a minute, her small tongue lapped at the head of his fat cock, while the hot mouth enveloped as much of the shaft as she could fit. Her small hands remained bunched in her lap; pressing themselves hard against her overheated crotch. She gagged and coughed when his hands forced her head down hard; then a strange, gluey tasting fluid began spurting into her mouth and she coughed and gagged more. His hands were relentless as they forced her mouth down and the fluid kept spurting and filling her mouth. She wanted to swallow the strange fluid before she suffocated, but it was hard to swallow while her gag reflex was trying to make her vomit. Finally his hands relaxed their pressure and she pulled her head up and swallowed the mouthful she had, then resumed sucking on his cock. "Stop, stop," he said and she pulled her head up and looked at his flushed face. "I do it right?" she asked. "I came, didn't I?" he asked and smiled. "Man it's going to take forever to defrost the windows!" xxxx "Man, I wish you had got some condoms," she whined as they kissed good night. "Next time," he promised. "Love you," she said yet again. "Love you too," Richard said, then finally hit the door lock and popped the lock on the door. "See you soon?" she begged and he nodded agreement. xxxx Her cheeks burned with shame as the security guard quietly spoke with her. "Ma'am, you are too fine and classy a lady to be sitting here doing those things," the black man said, almost sadly. "Here, why don't you come over here, play a couple of these poker machines, instead of looking for you a man to use you up?" She took the card he offered her and slid it into the slot. At first she couldn't make sense out of the graphics; her eyes were clouded with the embarrassment. Was she that obvious? Was it that blatant; that she was on the prowl for some cock? "Uh huh, looks like you getting it now?" the man smiled a genuine smile and she returned the smile. He looked to be in his mid fifties, probably a retired policeman, making a few bucks by acting as security for the Kimble casino. xxxx Bernie shuddered as Richard's fingers toyed with her nipples. His mouth sucked another hot kiss from her then his hand found her soaked panties. "Sorry," she hissed in embarrassment. "About what?" he asked and kissed her again. "I'm so wet," she whispered. "Means I'm doing my job right," he laughed. She whimpered when his fingertip grazed her clitoris and bit down a shriek as his finger pushed its way into her pussy. "You bring them condoms?" she begged and shuddered as she felt his head nod yes. xxxx "Oh my goodness!" Maggie gasped as she saw that she'd already won one hundred and forty two dollars. "See, you a lucky lady, huh?" Royal chuckled as he made his rounds. xxxx It burned and throbbed and hurt tremendously as his cock battered its way into her rectum. She groaned deep within her gut as it continued to force its way into her. Sweat beaded up on her forehead and she felt like begging him to stop, but she'd told him he could, told him she wanted him to be happy, and putting his cock into her butt seemed to make him happy. "You all right?" he asked, his voice thick. "Uh huh," she nodded, afraid to say anything more. She ground her teeth, biting back the scream when he reached between her legs and tickled her clitoris. "Ah, mother of God!" she cried out, unable to stifle it as an orgasm welled up. "Aw, shit!" he groaned as her sphincter muscles clamped tight on his cock and he spewed hotly into the condom. "Ah, oh, ah, oh please, please stop it!" she cried out, jerking wildly. Finally, she stopped jerking, and then struggled frantically. "Richard, I think I got to poop!" she whispered hoarsely. Slowly, so slowly, he pulled his soiled condom covered cock out and she quickly crawled off the couch and waddled to the bathroom. xxxx "Ah!" Maggie gasped. The new total showed that she had won nine hundred and seventeen dollars on that one machine. "Ma'am, I'm getting ready to end my shift here; you want any help?" Royal asked her. "Yeah, I think that would be the smart thing to do," she said, pointing to the digital display that showed how much money she'd won. "Uh yes ma'am, that would be the smart thing to do," he agreed and she followed the instructions then went to the window to cash in. "Oh my kids are going to be so excited!" she practically giggled as they walked to her van. "I got seven of them, all at home, you got any kids?" "Got two, both girls, both living in Minnesota," Royal smiled and kept a wary eye on their surroundings. "Miss them?" she asked. "Miss them something terrible, but they both in their thirties, don't need old dad no more," he said sadly. "And here's my van," Maggie said. "All them kids, need a tank like this drive them all around in. Um, where's yours?" "Behind the casino," Royal said. "Employees park in the rear of the building. "Well, get in, I'll drive you to your car," Maggie said. "Oh, no ma'am, it's not that far," Royal protested. "Nonsense, I can't even see the building from here!" Maggie said. "Come on, get in." "Uh, yes ma'am, ain't no use arguing with a woman, is there?" Royal smiled. Maggie couldn't help but giggle; this assertive side of her was brand new and she liked it. xxxx "Use your hands too," Richard groaned as Bernie slobbered all over his cock. She moaned; his left hand was squeezing her breasts, but his right hand was slowly torturing her pussy and clitoris. "Aw, yeah," Richard groaned, the semen bubbling up in his cock. "Aw yeah, suck it, that's it, suck it." xxxx "Problem is," Maggie was saying as Royal directed her toward the dilapidated automobile on the third tier of the parking deck. "Is I still didn't get what I came here for." "Uh yes ma'am, and what's that?" Royal asked, preparing to get out of the car. "Intimacy, some companionship," Maggie said, brazenly putting her hand on his upper thigh. Inside she was screaming at her blatant, wanton display. "Don't get me wrong," she whispered, leaning closer to him. "You've been so wonderful, checking on me all night long and everything, but it's just not the same as feeling your arms around me, your lips touching mine, your hands touching me." She'd never been with a black man before, had never even entertained the idea, but Royal's gentle, compassionate nature was a real turn on to her. xxxx "Please, Richard, not again," Bernie whimpered as Richard poised to shove his third erection of the night into her bowels again. She was begging him not to, but still held herself in the position and readied herself for his cock. "It hurts," she whimpered but squeezed her eyes shut as he began to push himself into her. xxxx "Aw, yeah, you a natural red head, huh?" Royal all but crowed as he eased Maggie's panties down her short legs. "Uh huh," Maggie giggled. She hadn't done it in the back seat of a car since she and Joe were in high school. With very little preamble, Royal introduced the head of his cock to her pussy lips, rubbed it up and down a few times, then began to burrow it into her. "Oh my God!" Maggie cried out as an orgasm welled up in her. "That's what I like to hear," Royal said as she whimpered in pleasure. "Oh God, that's good!" Maggie cried out as he bottomed out in her. "Let me see them tits," Royal asked and Maggie struggled with the buttons of her blouse. xxxx "I love you," Bernie whispered one more time, then hurried upstairs as they heard the engine of the van turn off. "Love you too," Richard admitted, and then feigned sleep as Aunt Maggie let herself in. Maggie paused, kissed Richard's cheek, and then walked upstairs. Ch 6 "No, I don't know how to drive," Bernie admitted. "I mean, Daddy was going to show me, but then he decided to get all stupid and fall in love with that slut." Richard was shocked; Bernie did not use words like 'slut.' "Well?" she demanded. "It's the truth; he was a married man, she knew he was a married man, and still she slept with him; that makes her a slut." "Okay," Richard agreed. "Well, get in, we'll start off real slow, okay?" She buckled up, and then slapped his arm when he laughed at her. "Shut up!" she squealed as she had to ease the seat more and more forward. "Need a couple of phone books to sit on?" Richard asked. "That's it," Bernie said, unbuckling her seat. "All right, all right, I'll stop," Richard said and she buckled up again. "Now, look all around you, no, no, outside of the car," Richard instructed. Maggie and Beth and Kenneth laughed as they could hear Bernie's excited, terrified scream as the car lurched forward. "He's a sweet boy," Maggie said. "Yeah, he's turning into one," Beth agreed. "Oh, he's always been sweet," Maggie corrected. "Just took a sweet girl bring it out of him." She fixed them drinks and mused aloud that she was going to have to get some more vodka. "Don't remember it being almost empty," she said aloud, and then sat down at the table. "Um, I um, I wanted to talk with you about, I um, y'all know I been seeing this man now for a couple of months now?" Maggie stammered, wasting time. "Yeah, when do we get to meet this mystery man?" Beth asked, excited. "Well, the thing of it is, oh Hell, might as well just come right out and say it," Maggie said, then drew a deep breath. "What?" Beth demanded, impatient. "He's twenty one and you're afraid you're robbing the cradle," Kenneth joked. "No, no, nothing like that," Maggie giggled. "No, no, he's um, he's black." "He's WHAT?" Beth nearly screamed. "You are kidding me,' Kenneth said, then burst out laughing. "Margaret Ann Langlinais Melancon! You telling me you been getting freaky with a Homey?" "I um, I really didn't mean to, I wasn't looking for, but he was just so nice and damn it! I needed to get fucked, all right?" Maggie stammered. "What?" Kenneth laughed out loud at Maggie's vulgarity. "But we did, and then we met for coffee and he showed me his daughters and they're real nice girls and..." Maggie stammered. "You are kidding me," Beth finally said evenly. "And the more time we spent getting to know each other, the more I realized I was falling in love with him, and then he told me, he said it first and I , oh, I want y'all to meet him, he's such a sweet man and..." Maggie was talking so rapidly she was turning red from lack of breathing. "You have been fucking a black man?" Beth asked, still in her listless tone. "Well, I tell you what," Kenneth said. "Bring him over, how about tomorrow night? I'll fire up the grill, do a couple of steaks, y'all come on over and we'll sit around and chew the fat, what you say?" Yearbook 2005--n/c "Really?" Maggie asked, relieved at Kenneth's reaction. "I do not believe this!" Beth said. "Hey, I don't care what color he is," Kenneth said magnanimously. "As long as he makes you happy, that's all I care about." xxxx "Okay, put the left blinker on, check for oncoming traffic, check the rearview mirror, some ass hole might be trying to pass you and we're here!" Richard said as Bernie pulled up to Manny's restaurant. "Now, that wasn't so hard, was it?" Richard asked as he took the keys out of the ignition. "Whew!" Bernie let out her breath, and then smiled at Richard. "How'd I do?" "Did good, did real good," Richard said. "Come on, I'm hungry." "And then we're going to..." Bernie asked. "Yeah," Richard agreed and she smiled nervously. "You got them condoms, right?" Bernie asked. "Uh huh," Richard said. They saw Jack sitting at a table with a young lady they did not recognize; obviously she did not go to St. Thomas Aquinas, but ignored them. Bobbi greeted Bernie cheerfully and greeted Richard with a nod. xxxx "I cannot believe it," Beth finally screamed out loud. "She's fucking a black man! My sister, the straight laced one, the good sister, my sister is fucking a black man!" "Hey, like she said, she didn't mean to, they just fell in love," Kenneth said. "That was supposed to be ME!" Beth screamed, not listening to Kenneth. "Wait, do what?" Kenneth said, surprised. "Me! I'm supposed to be the wild one; I ain't never got to fuck no black dick, but little Miss Goody two shoes? She's fucking one! It's just not fair!" Beth screamed, and then stomped down the hall to their bedroom. Kenneth sat rooted in his chair. He did not move, even after hearing the bedroom door slam shut. xxxx "Please, Richard, don't," Bernie groaned when Richard put the head of his latex covered cock against her anus. "You know that hurts." "No?" Richard teased, rubbing the head up and down her splayed pussy lips, brushing against her clitoris in the process. "Baby, please, put it in me," she begged. "But suppose I WANT to do it in your butt?" Richard whispered, poised at the entrance of her pussy. She tried to hunch upward, tried to grip his cock with her pussy. He laughed at pulled away from her. "Please, baby, please?" she begged. He laughed and sank his cock into her pussy to the hilt. He loved the way she begged, love the way she looked at him with her large hazel eyes, almost worshipping him. "Ah, God!" she cried out in orgasm. "Now, can I stick it in your...?" he asked after her fourth orgasm. As if he already anticipated the answer, he was forcing her knees toward her freckled breast. "Go ahead," she groaned and he abruptly jammed his slimy cock into her rectum. She opened her mouth in a silent scream and he pounded her mercilessly. "Well, sure," Richard happily agreed when Aunt Maggie asked him to help Bernie baby-sit the following evening. xxxx Kenneth tried to put on a good showing for Royal and Maggie, but it was difficult. He and Beth were still fighting. The fighting was silent in front of company, but they were still fighting. "Hey, um, look now, I do appreciate y'all inviting me on over and all, but it sure does to be like it's some kind of a big deal," Royal said to Kenneth as Kenneth adjusted the flame on the grill. "My man, it ain't you, it's that bitch I'm married to," Kenneth assured the man. "You? You cool. Her? She's a massive pain in the ass." "Some women can be that way," Royal agreed. "Not that Maggie," Kenneth said. "Rare, medium, well, burn it, how you like it?" "Medium, you know, where you can tell that it's cooked, but not ruin." "That's the way it's supposed to be; Beth says it's still raw, but she don't know good meat from hamburger," Kenneth said. "Not when blood's still running out of it," Beth snapped. "That's not cooked." David sat on the couch and sneered at his brothers and sisters and Richard as they danced to the songs on the radio. Secretly, he wanted to join in; Philip and Phyllis, Tammy, Bea, and Patty were all having fun and laughing, Richard and Bernie were dancing and smiling happily at each other. "Practicing," Richard had explained. "Homecoming's coming up." "Yeah, David, you should go," Bernie encouraged. "Get a date and come with us." "I tried," David sullenly said. "I asked that stuck up bitch Kaitlin; she said 'no.'" "Kaitlin Monroe?" Richard asked. "Dude, she's what, a Senior? You're like, what, a Sophomore?" "You should ask that girl, what's her name, the one in your French class?" Bernie encouraged. "Shut up," David said, blushing hotly at the mention of the overweight girl in his French class that liked him. That night, in their bath, Phyllis told Bernie, "I like that new Richard you got; not that mean old Richard used to come here." "Silly," Bernie laughed and kissed her on the tip of her nose. "It's the same Richard!" "Nuh uh!" Phyllis argued. "The other Richard was mean and he was mad all the time!" "You're right," Bernie agreed. "that other Richard wasn't this Richard. I forgot." xxxx "Kenneth, I um, I been thinking," Beth said as she brushed out her long brown hair. "Oh oh, we're in trouble now," Kenneth said sarcastically. "I uh, how would you feel, would it be all right if I um, you know, if I got a black lover?" Beth asked. "Hey, Beth, you know what?" Kenneth asked. "Huh?" Beth asked, turning to look at him. "Fuck you, you want a black lover, you can fuck have one, you can have a hundred for all I fucking care, but you know what, bitch? You don't live here no fucking more," Kenneth said, marching into their walk-in closet. "I was just fucking asking!" Beth yelled. "You were not," Kenneth said through clenched teeth. "You were testing the waters, seeing if I'm pussy enough to let you just run off and fuck around. Well bitch, you want it? You got it; here let me help you." "Kenneth, cut it out; you're being an ass hole," Beth snapped angrily. "No, Beth, no, I'm finally doing what I should have done two fucking years ago," Kenneth said, flinging her dresses into a suitcase. "And what's that?" she challenged. "My son, my only child, his mother kills herself, he needs a place to stay, and you start with the fucking whining and bitching; should have thrown your ass out right then and there," Kenneth said. One suitcase filled; he tossed it out of the closet and began on another one. "I am just fucking sick and tired of this shit!" he screamed. "I have busted my ass, over and over, trying to fucking make you happy, but there ain't a God damned thing anyone can ever do make you fucking happy!" "Fuck you, ass hole," Beth screamed back. "Fine! You want me out of here, I'm gone! And you can kiss my ass you think I'm ever coming back!" Xxxx "Where's Beth?" Richard finally asked. "Beats the shit out of me," Kenneth shrugged. He swiveled in his seat and looked at his son. "Son, I owe you an apology; Beth's been making my life a living hell and I guess I just didn't realize she was doing the same fucking thing to you," Kenneth admitted. "You know? Bust your ass, you try and try and try to make her fucking happy and it never does; she's just a miserable bitch, never be happy. "So, um, where'd she go?" Richard asked. "I don't know," Kenneth admitted. He sipped his beer. "Best thing? I don't care either," Kenneth said and raised his bottle in a salute. Ch 7 "I uh, hey Bernie, I been thinking a lot and uh, I signed up for the Marines," Richard said. "You what?" Bernie asked, horrified. "Bernie, damn it, I just, we just graduated from high school; ain't got no money for college, don't even think I want to go to college, just know I ain't going to get nowhere sitting around here and..." Richard said in a rush of words. "But baby, they'll send you, won't you wind up in Iraq?" Bernie sobbed out. "Probably," Richard agreed. "But after you do your tour of duty, they train you, you know? I'd like, learn something, get a job and..." "Baby, please, please don't go," Bernie begged, sobbing in earnest. "Baby? I'd die if anything happened to you." Xxxx Lawrence Dumensnil, a fellow graduate of St. Thomas Aquinas, was in boot camp with him. They'd never been friends in school; Lawrence was a loner that didn't talk to anyone, and Richard wasn't very sociable either. But in boot camp, they became close friends. "Here's the two faggots from Louisiana," a corporal sneered. Lawrence blanched but Richard paid the insult no attention. "You hear me?" the corporal bellowed in Richard's face. "Heard, acknowledged, discarded as useless information," Richard bellowed back, silencing the would be bully. Xxxx A couple of shrill screams went up when he was named and the Colonel smiled in amusement as Richard blushed. "Good to be loved, ain't it, Marine?" "He asked. "Sir yes sir!" Richard acknowledged, giving a smart salute. "That is one fucking ugly bitch," the corporal sneered as Richard proudly gave Bernie the tour of the base. Kenneth and Aunt Maggie following closely behind the two teenagers. Xxxx The military plane was not built with comfort in mind, but Richard, Lawrence, and the sixty two other Marines would have not noticed. Conversations were low, stilted, and short as the plane neared their destination. "All right, men, listen up!" the C.O. screamed to be heard over the drone of the engines. "We will be arriving at ten hundred hours, we will be landing in a secured location, then we will be convoying to the Green Zone. We will be arriving at the Green Zone at fourteen hundred hours, we will be assigned our quarters, then we will be eating at seventeen hundred hours are there any questions? No? Good to go." "Good to go," the sixty four men chimed in unison. Xxxx The letters arrive, like clockwork, one a week. Bernie read and reread each letter, dabbing at her tears, then sighing and hugging the letter as if she was hugging Richard. They were brief letters, mainly telling her of the endless hours of boredom, telling her of how much he missed her, and counting down the days until he would be rotated out to either Stateside duty, or to an overseas base. Her letters to him arrived like clockwork as well. She told him of the day to day grind of her classes at the University of Louisiana at Lafayette; she was studying to be a nurse. She told him of the antics of Philip and Phyllis, Tammy, Patrick, Bea, and David. The next paragraph, she poured her heart out to him, told him how much she loved him, how she prayed every morning and every night for his safe return. David thought it would be funny to grab one of Richard's letters and read it aloud at the dinner table. Maggie displayed a rare bit of discipline and took the car keys away from him for a month. "And if you keep arguing, it will be two months," she said tightly. Royal knew he wasn't the boy's father, knew he couldn't replace the boy's father, but tried to have a man to man talk with David. "See, my man," Royal said quietly. "To you and me, that stuff's funny, it's silly, and it don't mean nothing. But to them girls, that's the sun and the moon, that's their whole world. To Bernie, holding on to them letters, they the whole world, you know? She's in love with that boy and those letters all she's got, you know?" xxxx "Uh huh, what we got here?" Corporal Adams sneered as he jerked a photograph out of Lawrence Dumensnil's hand. "Hey, give that back!" Lawrence cried out, but the sneering man held the photograph just out of Lawrence's reach. Suddenly Corporal Adams crumpled to the ground, his arrogant sneer frozen on his face. Richard stepped over his form and picked up the photograph and handed it back to Lawrence. "Mother fucker," Richard said, blinking at the photograph. Lawrence blushed hotly. "Man, that thing real?" Richard asked. "Yes," Lawrence whispered. "What it look like when it's happy?" Richard asked, wide eyed. "Beautiful," Lawrence admitted. The photograph was of Lawrence's boyfriend, E.J. Jefferies, standing, smiling, posing nude. His flaccid cock dangled nearly five inches, made all the more prominent as he thrust his hips forward for the photographer. Corporal Adams came to, groaning. "We got enough mother fuckers out there want to kill us," Richard bellowed in the no longer arrogant man's face. "We need them in here too?" "Fall in!" the C.O. screamed and they did just that, standing rigidly. They grabbed their gear and ran to the light armored vehicle that would ferry them as they stood guard for a convoy delivering medical supplies to the hospitals. The medical convoys were supposed to be 'off limits' to attacks, but the insurgents did not adhere to any rules of civilized warfare. Xxxx Then one day, his letter didn't come. The next day, Bernie accused David of taking the letter. By the fourth day, David saw that it really was the whole world to his big sister. "I didn't take it," he quietly told her. "But I'm praying it comes real quick." "Maybe it just got lost," Maggie offered. "You know how the mail is." The next week showed no letter and Bernie numbly went through her days. Royal used a few of his contacts as a former Army man, but was met with a stonewall; no information would be forthcoming about Richard Allan Boudreaux. "Hell, I ain't heard nothing either," Kenneth said grimly. "I even called the fucking Pentagon; nothing." xxxx "Looking good," Lawrence said as they could see the hospital looming ahead. "Uh huh," Richard said, nerves on full alert. The streets were completely empty. Normally, at this time of day, they would be teeming with life, civilians and allied police walking, merchants hawking their wares, stern faced clerics glaring hatefully at them. But there was no sign of life at all. A flash cut his thoughts and the vehicle reared up for a long moment, then the sound of the explosion hit him. The wreckage of the vehicle collapsed back onto the street. Richard grabbed Lawrence's shirt with his right hand, pulling his friend from the twisted remains. A deadly barrage of gunfire greeted him and he returned it with his M-16 rifle. He spotted the movement from the second floor of the building right in front of him and let Lawrence fall to the street. He grabbed a hand grenade from his belt and hurled it into the open window. The assailant reappeared; live grenade in his hand and Richard raked the man's chest with his rifle. The muffled roar of Richard's grenade was followed by screams. Another figure appeared in the window and was greeted with another deadly barrage from Richard. "Lawrence, can you hear me?" Richard screamed at the moaning boy. "Lawrence, can you walk?" Richard begged. More gunfire and Richard returned his attention to the house. "Fuck this," he spat and grabbed a rocket launcher from the rear of his damaged light armored vehicle. He stood in front of Lawrence's still groaning form and fired at the house. The hospital was to his left, still visible. He grabbed Lawrence and pulled the boy alongside him as he ran toward the hospital. Another house burst into deadly activity and he again had to engage in a vicious battle, a lone soldier against several. Lawrence was a dead weight as Richard again tried to reach the hospital. Finally, another light armored vehicle drove up and covered Richard's efforts, engaging the house in an exchange of deadly gunfire. Richard, bleeding from several gunshot wounds, reached the cinderblock entrance to the hospital, entered the front door, just as a rocket struck the wall above his head. The entire wall collapsed on him and Lawrence. Xxxx Lawrence Dumensnil stood in front of the Melancon house. He couldn't help but smile; the ruckus was clearly audible, even as he stood outside. Richard had told him 'that's how you could tell you had the right house; all them kids screaming and yelling and shit.' He knocked smartly on the front door; he'd tried ringing the bell but obviously it could not be heard over all the bedlam inside. "Yes?" Maggie smiled at the handsome young man, still in his fatigues. "I'm um, I'm Lawrence Dumensnil, ma'am," Lawrence said. "Ma'am, is Bernie Melancon here?" "Yes, just got back from class, come on in," Maggie said, ushering the nervous youth in. He sat down on the couch but stood up again when the short red head walked into the living room. "Yes?" Bernie asked, hand clutching the crucifix she wore around her neck. Richard had given her that crucifix, given it to her when he left for Basics. It was her anchor; she held it tightly whenever she was afraid, or anxious. "Hey, I um, I don't know if you remember me?" Lawrence said. "We um, we went to St. Thomas..." Lawrence?" Bernie asked, fear welling up even more. Richard had mentioned that he and Lawrence had gone to Boot Camp together, had done Basics together, and had been stationed together. "Ma'am, um, Richard? He saved my life," Lawrence said, and began to sob openly. "We were attacked on patrol, and he pulled me out of the vehicle, then carried me to the hospital and then..." "And what happened to Richard?" Bernie whispered, throat tight with fear. "I don't know," Lawrence admitted. "I came to; I was already in Germany, I asked them and they wouldn't tell me anything." "Ma'am!" Lawrence called out for Maggie. "Ma'am, please help me!" Bernie had fainted and lay on the floor of the living room. Xxxx They told him again were he was but it didn't make a bit of sense to him. They told him again who he was, but they might as well have told him he was Batman. "And how are we today?" the nurse said in her usual chipper way. "Um, fine, I guess," Richard said. The nurse had specialized in severe head trauma for several years. She was used to the disorientation, the confusion, the erratic behavior. Above all, she maintained a professional demeanor, never getting too close to her patients, but never being too aloof or distant either. "And can you tell me your name today?" she asked, but even in his befuddled state, Richard could tell she didn't expect him to know the answer. "Where's Bernie?" Richard asked. " "Who?" the nurse asked. "Bernie. I know that; There's a girl, I know there's a girl; her name is Bernie," Richard continued. "That's an unusual name for a girl," the nurse commented. So far, this was the longest conversation they'd had since he'd regained consciousness. "It's short for something, I think," Richard admitted, face twisted in confusion. "Um, Bernadette?" the nurse asked. Richard's eyes opened wide. "That's it!" he said happily. "Bernadette!" "She your sister? Your girlfriend?" The nurse asked. "She's my," Richard thought hard. "I think she's my girlfriend; she loves me. I know that. I know that for sure. She loves me." ""Is she pretty?" the nurse asked, wishing the doctor would hurry up and come in; the patient seemed to be coming out of his mental fog. "No," Richard said, shaking his head. "Well, looks aren't everything," the nurse said. "No, she's not pretty," Richard said again. "She's fucking beautiful." xxxx He stood in front of the house, smiling. The bedlam could be heard from the driveway. "Oh, my God!" Maggie screamed and hugged the uniformed man. "Shh, Bernie here?" Richard asked. "She's in the kitchen," Maggie laughed and cried, hugging her nephew tightly. Bernie listened as Phyllis recited the poem she was supposed to be learning for school. The pot of soup simmered and the eggs for the tuna salad were cooling down in their pot. "Hey, smells good; think there's enough for me?" she heard his voice ask from behind her. Yearbook 2005--n/c How many times had she heard his voice, how many times had she turned, only to realize it was her mind playing tricks on her? She'd turn, and there would be no one there. It had been four months since Lawrence had come by to tell her that Richard had been killed. She was proud of him; he was a hero, but she couldn't hug a dead hero. "Go on, Phyllis, keep reading," she said impatiently. "Um, Bernie?" Phyllis said eyes wide at the sight of the soldier in the kitchen. "What?" Bernie asked, turning to look at her baby sister. "Hey Baby," Richard said, smiling. "I missed you." "Oh God, R-R-R-Richard?" Bernie asked aloud, clutching her crucifix tightly. "No, sweetie, you're not dreaming, the still crying Maggie assured her. Xxxx She knelt beside her bed and prayed. Her anus throbbed; Richard had been nearly savage in taking her. She screamed out loud as he forced the head of his cock into her bowels, screamed "I love you!" She begged him to stop; it hurt, begged him to put his cock in her pussy, but he kept hammering at her raw bowels. "Please, Richard, please put it in my pussy, baby," she begged, beads of sweat popping out on her forehead. He did not cease, though; just kept thrusting in and out of her bleeding rectum. "Please," she whispered. "Put it in my...I want a baby, I want your baby." The pain was intense, so was her joy. She had missed him so terribly. And when they thought he was dead, had completely shut down, unable to feel anything at all. Now she felt pain, she felt love, she felt happiness, and she felt alive. Then he said it to her. Said what she had dreamed of hearing for as long as she'd known Richard. "I love you, baby," he said. "You are the most beautiful girl in the world." No one ever called her 'beautiful,' except her mom and her dad. But she could hear it in his voice; Richard meant every word of it. "I love you so much," she whispered in his ear. She touched the crucifix, the one he'd given her and put her forehead to her mattress. "Thank you, Jesus," she prayed aloud. "Thank you for giving me back my sweet Richard." Yearbook 2005--ow/ym *Author's Note: Any persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. CH 1 Other than in the group photograph of the St. Thomas Aquinas graduating seniors, his individual photograph, and the St. Thomas Aquinas Basketball team, there were no photographs of Jack Vogel in the St. Thomas Aquinas yearbook of the school year for 2004-2005. There were a few of his beautiful younger sister, Julie Vogel (she always seemed to be around whenever the two male students on the Yearbook staff had the Yearbook camera.) "Y'all are such dorks," Elise good-naturedly teased them. "Ooh, here's a good one of you," Tommy McElroy said and enlarged the digital photograph of Elise Simone, pulling her gym shorts out of the crack of her buttocks. "Tommy! Don't you dare!" Elise screeched and attempted to strangle the laughing eighteen year old. "Miss Simone!" Sister Beatrice hissed as Tommy easily pulled the girl onto his lap. "But, but," Elise sputtered. "HE did it!" "Uh huh, both of you behave," Sister Beatrice said and resumed her task of cropping the digital photographs that had already been selected for inclusion. "Butt hole," Elise hissed to the smirking Tommy. "Whole butt," he hissed back and tried to cut and paste yet another photograph of his girlfriend, Kaitlin Monroe into the file that Sister Beatrice was working on. "Uh uh, drop it," Elise warned. Xxxx Jack did notice the lack of photographs of himself in the yearbook and was hurt by his exclusion. He had been the star basketball player; surely they could have found at least one photograph of him as he scored a basket? He had dated many of the girls in the senior class and many of the girls in the junior class as well; didn't three of the senior girls work on the Yearbook committee? He joined Mike Chamblee outside of the school office as Mike glumly looked at the glossy pages of his own copy of the yearbook. Both boys sneered at Gretchen Dunbar as the unattractive girl waddled out of the office, carrying two yearbooks; hers and Becky's. "Fucking ugly ass cum dumpster. Any of you in it?" Jack asked. "Ain't seen none yet," Mike admitted. "Man, what the fuck, huh?" Jack asked. "I mean, you and me was the best fucking basketball players on the team, and nothing?" "Sucks, but you know what? Fuck them," Mike said, slapping the book shut. "Want to go shoot a few?" Jack asked. "Your house; my mom's got another one of her migraines," Mike said. The summer sun bore down on them and the humidity made the air almost too thick to breathe as they dribbled the ball and shot baskets on the goal Jack's father had hung for his son. "Son, you're probably one of the best basketball players, at least for a white kid," the scout from LSU had said. Jack smirked; this guy wasn't telling him anything new. "But your attitude sucks," the scout said, closing his notebook. "Uh huh?" Jack said, not seeing any point to the man's comment. "You're not a team player, you're a hot dog," the scout went on. "Your grades are bottom of the barrel, barely enough to get by, and you're a discipline problem; how many times you been in detention this year?" "Um, I don't know," Jack admitted. "Make it easier on you, how many times you got a detention this month?" the scout went on, walking toward the door of the guidance counselor's office. "Three," Jack admitted. "Uh huh," the man said and nodded with his head toward the door, indicating that the interview was over. "Aw, kiss my ass, ass hole," Jack sneered. "Go play for the Ragin' Cajuns; beat LSU any day of the week." "What'd you call me?" the man yelled, getting right in Jack's face. "You heard me," a frightened Jack bluffed, not backing down. "Uh huh, and that's why you're not coming to LSU in the fall, punk," the man sneered. But the University of Louisiana at Lafayette didn't want him either. True, he could have gone to any of the colleges that would accept him; the University of New Orleans had agreed to put him on academic probation for the first semester, as had the University of Louisiana at Monroe and the University of Louisiana at Shreveport. The problem was, Marnie Vogel didn't have the money to send her son to college and she made too much as an insurance agent for Jack to qualify for a grant; he was in that limbo of too rich to get assistance and too poor to go without assistance. >>>> Anna Gimmeli loved the Kawasaki 900cc crotch rocket. Her niece and niece's husband, Alicia and Cris Dumas rode Harleys, and Cris also rode a vintage Indian Chief from time to time. The two of them scoffed at her Japanese bike, but Anna didn't care; she loved her bike. She zipped up the leather shorts and pulled on her white tee shirt and headed to the door. "Where you going?" Paul Gimmeli asked. "For a ride," she said, glad the visor of her helmet hid her face from view; she was rolling her eyes at his stupid question. Where did he think she was going, dressed in her tight tee shirt and leather shorts and leather boots? The helmet alone should have been a dead giveaway. "I can see that," he snapped. "I mean, 'where are you going?'" "Out. For. A. Ride. Out for a ride," she said, exasperated at his behavior. Paul Gimmeli was one of the most insecure men she'd ever met. She'd been engaged to him when she was nineteen and him a twenty year old man-boy. His immaturity, coupled with his boorish arrogance, along with her drunkenness had thrown her into the bed of Tony Clark. She gave Tony her virginity and then discovered that she was pregnant. Sudden Infant Death Syndrome took Lucille from her and a string of affairs took Tony from her. Her second husband committed suicide, leaving her with a stack of bills and very little possibility of paying them off. Paul hadn't spent his time pining after Anna Scandurro; he'd gotten married as well. Paul had met Nellie Skovinski when she applied for a credit card at DeGarde National Bank and asked the stunning blonde for a date. "I'll be honest with you," Nellie said over dinner at Radcliffe's, the trendy restaurant of DeGarde, Louisiana. "Don't expect me to fall madly, hopelessly head over heels in love with you." "Oh, okay," Paul said, dejectedly. "As long as you can keep me happy," Nellie went on, smiling and showing her perfect teeth. "As long as you're bringing home the bacon, I'll make sure you're happy." "Oh, okay," Paul said, brightening a little. "Do we have a deal, Mr. Gimmeli?" Nellie smiled lecherously. "I think we can make some arrangements," Paul agreed. She was true to her word; as long as Paul kept the money flowing, Nellie kept the pussy flowing. Paul found out that nothing was off limits with Nellie, as long as he could buy a ring, or a bracelet, or a Mercedes-Benz for his wife. "Ooh, a diamond necklace?" she'd croon. "Does Paulie want to stick his great big thingie up my little bitty butt?" Tony Clark came back into the lives of the Scandurros and the Gimmelis and in a very short amount of time, Paul found himself bankrupt. "I was completely up front with you," Nellie said coldly when Paul announced the state of their finances. "As long as you bring home the bacon, I'd make you happy. You can't bring home the bacon? I'll find myself someone who can." >>>> Last he'd heard, Nellie was now Nellie Gamble, married to a Texas oilman. But marriage and divorce had done little to help Paul Gimmeli grow up. Anna had found that quality somewhat endearing, cute when she ran into him at the Yellow Rose nightclub in Lafayette. She was there with a group of women from her A.A. home group in DeGarde; Amber was getting married on Saturday, so the girls were 'cutting loose.' As they were all recovering alcoholics, none were drinking anything stronger than coca cola, but they were the loudest in the nightclub, shrieking, squealing and laughing. "Hey!" Paul said as Anna turned back around and ran right into his chest. "Hey!" she laughed and surprised him by giving him a light little kiss on his lips. "How you doing?" "I'm good, I guess," he agreed. "Buy you a drink?" "Don't drink, but thanks," she smiled. "Wait, what?" Paul laughed out loud. "You're kidding, right?" "Nope, got three years," Anna said and proudly showed him her three year medallion. "Um, wow, okay," Paul said and then glanced over her head to his date. "Well, um, I got to go, but hey, great seeing you again; you living here in Lafayette now?" "Nope, still in DeGarde, still with Mom and Dada," she said, losing her smile. "But great seeing you again too. See you around, okay?" "Who was that?" Amber asked. "He's kind of cute." "Yeah, old boyfriend," Anna said, her happy mood gone. "Soon as he found out I don't drink no more, he wanted to get the fuck away from me as quick as he could, though." "Really?" Amber said, smiling. "Then why's he keeping looking over here?" "What?" Anna said and quickly glanced over her shoulder at Paul, who quickly looked away. They spent the rest of the night making eye contact and quickly breaking eye contact with each other. "Oh my God!" Amber screeched. "Want me to go over and see if he likes you? Or you want to pass him a note or what?" "Shut up," Anna demanded, and then giggled. Nearly three years later, the insecurity was driving her crazy. That and his small penis. "Why I can't fuck around?" Anna asked Jamie, her A.A. sponsor. "I mean, Come on; he's a shitty fuck." "Because, Anna," Jamie Baggett explained patiently. "We're trying to live our lives on a spiritual basis now; that means 'rigorous honesty,' remember? And you ain't going to tell me that fifteen minutes of fun is worth throwing your sobriety and your marriage away, huh?" "Yeah?" Anna asked, "How the fuck you make it last fifteen minutes?" "Do it twice," Jamie said and the two women laughed. xxxx The high pitched whine of the motor, the vibration of the road, the heat beating down on her and Anna forgot all about Paul Gimmeli, his constant whining and his small cock. On Highway 19, she really opened the bike up and felt her heart beating inside her head as the scenery around her became a blur. She hit the railroad tracks at one hundred and nine miles an hour and screamed in exhilaration as the bike became airborne. She laughed as the bike again made contact with the road and she continued until she came to Highway fifty four and had to slow down. The town of Ellgee was no place to speed; speeding tickets were the town's main source of income and Anna was in no hurry to make another contribution to the town's coffers. She made a careful turn, making sure to use all appropriate signals, and then made her way back onto Highway 19. The red flag on the fence post indicated that she was now safely out of Ellgee and she did not hesitate to twist the throttle of the powerful Japanese bike and raced back toward DeGarde. xxxx "Dude, you suck!" Jack screamed in triumph as he watched Mike miss yet another basket. "Aw, fuck you, ass hole," Mike spat. "It's just too fucking hot, man!" Anna decided to see what was on Highway fifty two and whipped the bike around the turn, laying the bike nearly horizontal with the road as she did so. She righted herself and then saw the slow moving flatbed truck ahead of her and, coming toward them, a fast moving mini van. She lay the bike down again and turned left onto King street, nearly laughing at the horrified expression of the young mother behind the wheel of the mini van. "Let's see Cris or Alicia do THAT on their Harleys," Anna thought as she righted herself. "Dude, did you see that?" Jack said as the bike screamed past the house. "Oh my God!" Elaine LaPointe gasped as the bike turned directly in front of her, before she could even react. A split second later, her foot reacted and she lurched to a stop, and then slammed her hand down on the horn of the mini van, but the bike was already too far away to even hear the horn. "God damned idiot!" she screamed at the rider's back. "God Dammed idiot," Charles LaPointe the third echoed from his car seat. "Trey, that's enough," she warned. King street was a dead end and Anna had to slow down, pull into a driveway and turn the powerful bike around. "Dude, she's coming back," Jack said. "How you know it's a, never mind," Mike said as the rider's impressive chest was now visible, straining against the white tee shirt. Anna glanced over as the two young men, both shirtless stood in front of the house. She slowed down and then stopped, millimeters away from Jack. She flipped the visor up on her full face helmet, revealing her pretty face and warm brown eyes. "Hey, where's Highway 52 go to?" she asked, pointing toward Lafayette. "Basin," Jack smirked, thrusting his crotch forward. "Stops there?" Anna asked. "Well, no, I mean, once you get past the Basin, there's Flowers, and then past that's Lafayette," Jack said, losing some of his bravado. "And what's the Basin?" Anna asked, more amused than curious. "Oh, you know, where you go when you want to come," Jack said, smirking again. "And do you want to come?" Anna asked, enjoying herself. The kid had no idea how old she was; the helmet, even with the visor up, hid most of her face. And he wasn't looking at her face anyway; his eyes had not gotten above her thirty four D breasts. The shirt was so tight she had not seen the need for a bra and Jack drank in the sight of her breasts and hard nipples. "You?" he challenged. Anna liked the lump she could see in the kid's shorts. Her pussy throbbed and she made a snap decision. "Where was God in all this?" Jamie would have asked, but Jamie wasn't there. "Uh, yeah, yeah, I guess," Jack said, looking at his friend for validation. Mike had walked off, disgusted. It was like he wasn't even there, but it was always that way with Jack. Jack got what Jack wanted, and then if there was any left, then he would share. "Where's your buddy going?" Anna asked. "Fuck, how'm I supposed to know?" Jack spat, a little irritated at Mike. "So, back to this Basin thing," Anna said, starting up the bike. "Where's it at?" "Up Highway 52, right there on the left," Jack said. "Put your shirt on," Anna ordered. He did, and then looked at her. Impatiently, she nodded with her head to the rear of the bike. Jack got on, found the foot pegs, and then held on for dear life as Anna whipped the bike down King Street and onto Highway 52. She was sure that they could have simply gone into his house, but there was little thrill in that, especially since his friend left. She slowed as she felt his left hand leave her hip and saw him pointing to a grassy strip of land. She eased the bike through a small thicket of trees and stopped the bike short of the water's edge. "Here?" she asked, looking around at the natural seclusion afforded by the trees and the water. "Yeah," Jack said, voice shaking slightly. The woman drove the bike like a woman possessed. He had no helmet on and could have envisioned his brains splattered on the hot, sticky asphalt of Highway 52. "Nice," Anna said and jammed the kickstand down. She got off the bike and pulled her helmet off. She smiled widely at Jack and he nervously returned her smile. "Fucking she's a bit old for me," Jack thought as her face came into view. "But she ain't half bad for an old bitch." She unlocked the small storage compartment behind the seat. She pulled out the blue tarp that she normally used to cover her bike and flicked it open and spread it on the ground. "Now, let's see what we got here," she said and pulled the tight tee shirt off. "Fucking nice," Jack said, looking at her large breasts with the large dark aureoles. "Yeah?" she smiled, revealing the fine lines at the corners of her mouth and around her eyes. "Yeah," Jack said as she unzipped her leather shorts, revealing the lack of panties as well. She gripped his cock through his shorts and used it to pull him to her. He closed his eyes and imagined it was Elise Simone pulling on his cock, Elise's lips he was kissing, and Elise's hot tongue he was sucking on. He felt the woman pull his shorts and briefs over his erection, and then felt the woman's hands cup his balls and squeezed them firmly. Anna laughed as his semen splattered across her chest. "Aw, man! Shit! I'm so fucking sorry about that shit," Jack gasped, horrified. "No biggie," Anna laughed, wiping the semen off and flicking the strands off of her hand onto the ground. I, I um," Jack mumbled, pulling his shorts up over his wilted cock. "Aw, come on now, you ain't done, huh?" Anna asked, dropping her leather shorts to the ground. "Well, yeah for a while, I mean, when I blow a load like that," Jack stammered. "How are you at eating pussy?" Anna asked, preparing to lay down on the tarp. "Uh uh!" Jack smirked. "I ain't putting my mouth on no pussy; fucking shit smells, know what I'm saying?" "Mother fucker, I ain't got myself all hot and bothered here for nothing!" Anna snapped and grabbed Jack's scrotum n a fierce grip. "Fucking bitch!" Jack screamed and raised his hands to push her away. "Uh uh," Anna said, hooking a leg behind Jack's knee and bringing him down onto the tarp. "Better learn, boy, when a lady tells you 'eat,' you eat." "Fucking bitch, get your fat ass off me!" Jack screamed, indignant as she covered his mouth and nose with her slimy pussy. Fortunately for his testicles, Anna did not hear 'fat ass,' it all sounded garbled. "Kid, you ain't getting up 'til I get off; better start eating, hear me?" Anna demanded, pushing her pussy hard against his face, and continuing her death grip on his balls. Her pudgy thighs pressed tightly against is ears, but he'd heard enough to know he better begin licking her crotch or else. "Aw yeah, that's it," Anna laughed maliciously as the boy's inexperienced tongue began to lap at her slit. "See?" she cooed as she stroked his resurgent erection, and eased her weight up slightly so he could breath again. "It ain't so bad, now is it?" He wanted to tell her she smelled like dead fish, but her hand on his testicles told him he'd better keep his smart ass comments to himself. "Aw, yeah," she laughed and stroked his cock through his shorts. "I think somebody LIKES eating hair pie!" She wiggled her hips, rubbing her pubic hair against his face. "Give me a good one; I'll make it all right, okay?" she giggled. He found her clitoris and she groaned happily. "That's it, kiss it, baby," she groaned. When she finished coming, she eased his erection out of his shorts and briefs again. She twisted around and smiled at his panting face. She licked her own essence from his face as she lowered her hot pussy on his cock. "God damn, going to break the fucking things, grab them like that," she complained as he gripped her large breasts. "Fuck! I know they big and all, but they like to be treated like this, okay?" she said, grabbing his hands and showing him how to caress her breasts and nipples. She used her vaginal muscles to clamp down on his cock and shuddered in orgasm. She reached behind her and gently, but firmly twisted his cock at the base, stopping his impending ejaculation. She kissed him hotly and laughed as he groaned into her mouth. She milked him to two more orgasms before finally letting him come inside of her. "Hey, how old are you, any way?" Jack asked as they dressed. "Thirty one, going to be thirty two in a few months," she laughed. "Oh, well, um, happy birthday," he said. "Thanks," she smiled. "Why? How old you think I am?" "I don't know, thirty, thirty one, I guess," Jack shrugged. Yearbook 2005--ow/ym "You?" she asked. "Eighteen," he said, puffing his chest out slightly. "Oh, fucking great," she laughed. I'm like twice your age, Honey!" She almost laughed when she dropped him off at his home and he looked like he wanted to kiss her in parting. She nodded with her head toward a stunning blonde that looked on from the open front door. Jack turned and scowled at his younger sister and Anna squealed away. "Where you been?" Julie asked, watching as Anna took the turn onto Highway 52 at an unbelievable rate of speed. "Basin," Jack bragged and Julie looked at him, and then smirked. "Yeah, right," she said and went back inside where it was cool, air-conditioned. Xxxx Paul looked up from the newspaper when Anna strode in. She walked over to him and kissed him hotly. "Hey Baby, want to fuck?" she asked in a husky voice. "My motorbike got my motor running but I bet you can really kick it into gear; what you say, huh?" "I say, get that fine ass in the bedroom," Paul growled and Anna squealed and ran down the hall toward their bedroom. He was surprised at how wet she was, how easily he slid into her, how quickly she came. "No, no, pump it in me, baby, let me feel your come inside of me," she begged when he struggled to pull out before coming. "Oh," he sighed heavily as he spent inside of her. "Now, let's see if we can do that again," she giggled as she rolled him onto his back. "I love you," Paul wheezed as they thrust into each other. Anna looked into his glazed eyes and realized he did mean it. "Love you too, baby," she lied and rocked her pubic bone against his crotch and groaned in orgasm. Xxxx "I don't like you riding on motorcycles; they're dangerous," Marnie Vogel complained. "What ever," Jack sneered and shoved more stew in his mouth. "I mean it; I don't want you riding on that thing ever again, do you hear me?" Marnie demanded. "Yeah, yeah, whatever," Jack said again, mouth full of food. "Gross, close your mouth," Julie screeched, and then screeched louder when Jack opened his mouth wide to show her all of the food in his mouth. Ch 2 "Hey, where you going now?" Paul asked as Anna sauntered to the door, dressed in short skirt, blouse, and heels. "AA meeting; it's Wednesday night," Anna said. "You ain't going to your Alanon meeting?" "Oh, shit, that's right, it's Wednesday," Paul slapped his forehead. "Give me a minute; I'll be ready." "Okay," Anna agreed as Paul bustled to get ready. They were quiet for the five minute car ride. When they got to the church, Paul went down the hallway to the left, Anna went to the right. "Jamie, I need to talk with you," Anna said when she burst into the room. "Good to see you too, how was your day, did you remember to pray?" Jamie said and John joined Jamie in the mild laughter. "I'm serious," Anna declared and Jamie patted John's hand then walked toward the lounge. Xxxx "Dude, you are so full of shit!" Mike roared into the phone. "Now why I got to make up shit, huh?" Jack spat, defensively. "You ain't never fucked her," Mike sneered into the phone. "Man, I'm telling you, and she's got these fucking humongous tits, man!" Jack crowed. "Yeah?" Mike asked. "Big as Julie's?" "Man, that's my sister, doesn't be looking at my sister," Jack warned. "Sister or not, she's still got some nice ones," Mike said. Xxxx "Oh, Anna, you didn't!" Jamie said. "Yeah I did," Anna admitted. "Well, what's done is done," Jamie sighed. "Hope you got it out your system." "You kidding?" Anna said then lowered her voice. "Jamie, I ain't come in like forever from Paul's itty bitty thing. I'm about to lose my fucking mind, known what I'm saying?" "Yeah, I'm afraid I do," Jamie sighed. "Anna, I can't tell you what to do, but I can tell you, sooner or later, we all got to pay the Piper. You willing to do that?" "Look, he's fucking happy, I'm fucking happy, it ain't like I'm planning on leaving his stupid ass," Anna said angrily. "Yet," Jamie cautioned. "Oh, fuck you, Jamie," Anna spat and got to her feet. "Anna, I've seen people drink over shit like this," Jamie warned. "Is it really worth it?" Xxxx "So, what's her name?" Mike asked. "What's her...?" Jack thought. "Dude, beats the shit out of me!" "Ah ha!" Mike yelled. "Fucking knew it; lying sack of shit!" "Dude, I ain't fucking lying, all right?" Jack yelled back. "She's thirty four; I know that, all right?" "What?" Mike laughed. "Dude, she's like old enough to be your mom!" "Uh huh, fuck you, ass hole," Jack said and hung up. "Lying ass mother fucker," Mike said and hung up. Xxxx "Look, It ain't like I'm going to drink over this, all right?" Anna defended as the meeting was underway. "Uh huh, you sure?" Gabe asked. "Oh fuck you, going to pick up another white chip tonight?" Anna spat. Gabe had a great deal of difficulty staying sober for any length of time; four months was the longest he'd managed in the nine years he'd been trying to sober up. "No, not tonight but I'll make sure they got plenty for you," he shot back. "Children, children," Chloe chided them and called on Terri. "You know, any time I got to defend something, it probably ain't God's will, you know?" Terri said. "I mean, you know, whenever I got to make excuses for it, you know, it probably ain't a real good idea, you know? I mean, you know, I got a sponsor for a reason, you know? And if I run something past her and I got to argue about it, you know, and then maybe I might want to take a look at it, you know?" Paul was pumped from his meeting; a new male to the group had asked him to be a temporary sponsor. Anna sat quietly, not listening as Paul went on and on about their meeting. "Yeah, the topic was Honesty; I just love Leah, she gets up there and she says 'I could write a book on what I DON'T know about Honesty,'" Paul went on. "Cute," Anna responded, more out of instinct. "How about you; good meeting?" Paul asked. "No, you know, Terri you know went on and on, you know, and I swear to God, you know, she don't know it, but it drives me fucking crazy, you know, how many fucking times she says you know, you know?" Anna said cattily. "I mean, you know, she could, you know, like try to string together one sentence, you know, without eying you know like fifty fucking times, you know?" "Yeah, I got a co-worker like that, you know, and I swear, every other word that comes out of his mouth is you know, and you know, it drives me crazy you know, having to listen to that, you know?" Paul agreed. "But, thank God, that's not as annoying as Gil! That son of a bitch drives me up the wall! Laughs at everything, even when it just ain't funny!" "Oh, damn it!" Anna said, feeling around on the seat. "What?" Paul asked, stepping on the brakes. "What's wrong?" "Oh, I forgot to put my drawers on," Anna said and flipped the hem of her skirt up. "Well, guess we better get on home so you can put some drawers on, huh?" Paul said, increasing his speed. "You really want me to put some drawers on?" Anna asked, flipping the hem of her skirt up again. "No, not really," Paul agreed. Xxxx Her pubic hair had been light brown. Jack stroked his cock remembering the sight of her magnificent breasts, large nipples and light brown pubic hair. He wondered what color his mother's pubic hair was; her own hair was blonde like that woman's hair. His cock throbbed and he spurted heavily into the wadded up tissues. Xxxx "Come on, Sugar Tush, I got work tomorrow," Paul said as Anna tried to coax him into one more round. "Fine, go to sleep," Anna said. "Just make sure you sleep on your back, okay?" "You, um, you thinking maybe you might be ready, I mean, you ever think maybe me might want a baby or something?" Paul asked. He'd brought the subject up one other time and Anna had spent the night crying bitterly. "I been thinking it might not be a bad idea," she admitted and laughed when his cock responded to the idea. "I'd really love to have a baby with you," he admitted when she straddled his hips and took his three inches easily into her sloppy pussy. "Shut up, Paul," she warned as she bounced on him. Ch 3 "Do you think you could possibly go look for work today?" Marnie asked, trying very hard not to let her annoyance show. "Possibly," Jack agreed flippantly. "God damn it!" Marnie exploded. "Do you have any idea? Any God damned idea how hard it is? I have got to bust my ass every God damned day, put food on this table, a roof over your head and don't get one tiny bit of help out of you?" Jack stared at the woman; she'd never raised her voice to him before. She was always so meek and mild and seemed to defer to his every wish and desire. "I am sick of it!" Marnie screamed. "I am absolutely sick of watching you lying around here, never doing a God dammed thing. You don't even cut the grass! Who does? Huh? You got any idea who does? ME! That's who! After working all day, come home, cook all night, then clean the house and then on the weekends I got to go and cut the grass? No more! You hear me? No more!" She shoved herself away from the breakfast table, glaring at her lazy son. "When I get home, that grass better be cut, you hear me? Huh?" "Uh huh," Jack said, trying to act nonchalant. "I said, do you hear me?'" Marnie screamed, hooding onto a hank of his hair. "I hear you," he screamed back. She left the breakfast room and stomped up the stairs, still muttering to herself. She came back down the stairs, dressed in her work clothes. "Two weeks, you hear?" she snapped at him. "You got two weeks to find yourself a job or you can go live with your aunt in Baton Rouge, you hear? I have had it up to here with you just laying around doing nothing. Two weeks." "God damn, what the fuck crawled up her ass?" Jack asked Julie when the front door slammed. "You," Julie snapped. "I mean, come on, Jack, just 'cause you didn't get into college, you think you can just lie around the whole time, doing nothing?" "What about you, huh?" Jack yelled at her. "What?" Julie laughed, incredulous. "Are you serious? Hello. Jack? Touch of Sicily?" "What about Touch of Sicily?" Jack asked. "I been working there all summer!" Julie said, picking up her cereal bowl. Jack left his bowl on the table for Julie to clean up and stomped up the stairs. Xxxx Paul sat at his desk, pushing paperwork from one side of his desk to the other. Being the Clerk of Court was boring work but he was grateful his uncle had gotten him the job. Judge Monroe's assistant dropped another stack of papers on the desk for Paul to file and smiled as Paul swore under his breath. "Let me guess, more Probation decisions," Paul sighed. "Yep, 'Fraid so," the tall red head agreed, turned and walked away. Ethel Yacks looked over her shoulder a few times to see if Paul was checking her out and sighed in disappointment; he was not. If anyone had told Paul that the woman pined over him, if anyone had told Paul that ANY woman pined over him, he would have laughed. He knew he wasn't anyone's idea of a 'hunk' or 'hot' and was still surprised that he'd managed to hook up with Anna. Nellie, he understood. That was a business arrangement. Had anyone told Nellie their marriage was just a legal form of prostitution, Nellie would have shrugged it off. Paul would have been embarrassed, but he'd have to agree; it was prostitution. Ethel looked one last time, and then turned the corner. Xxxx Anna smiled in empathy as the young woman tried to fill out the paperwork. Anna could smell the woman's body odor; she'd not had a shower in quite a few days, had been unable to say when the last time she'd eaten. "What this mean?" Sara asked pointing to a line on the paper. "You're deductible," Anna explained, hiding her disgust at the sight of the woman's teeth. "It means, well, Sara, do you even have insurance?" "Um, I don't think so," Sara said. "Then just put 'NA' and go on to the next one," Anna said, still smiling. "In a, in a what?" Sara asked. "N.A.; not applicable," Anna said and sipped her coffee. That was why Dr. Istrey had Anna in this cramped office, helping with the Intake of new patients. Despite her faults, despite her petty fault-findings with others, her flighty and pretentious nature, her selfishness and self-centeredness, Anna was patient and empathetic with people still feeling the ravages of drugs and alcohol. She was able to calm and soothe even the most belligerent, intoxicated persons, and comfort the most grief stricken, self-pitying people. "So where it says 'insurance,' I just put NA, right?" Sara asked. "Yes ma'am, unless you can think of some insurance you might have," Anna agreed. "Husband? Maybe he's got some?" Sara started to cry at the mention of husband and Anna soothed and comforted the woman as the woman let Anna know she probably didn't have a husband any longer, after screwing the dealer and a number of strange men for the meth her body craved. "I ain't even seen him in I don't know when," Sara sobbed. "After we get you to your room, I'm going to see if I can get in touch with him," Anna promised. "Tell him I know I messed up," Sara sobbed. "I will, I will," Anna assured the woman. Xxxx Jack cursed, ranted, raved, and screamed as he shoved and jerked the lawnmower through the dense growth. Julie didn't help by smirking at him from the shade of the back porch. His rage cooled some when Mike joined Julie on the back porch and joined her in smirking at him. "Good, you're here," he spat at his friend. "You mind giving me a hand here?" "What?" Mike laughed. "You're kidding, right?" "No, dude, I ain't kidding," Jack said, wiping his face with the front of his tee shirt. "And where the fuck was you an hour ago when I was over at my house, cutting the grass?" Mike asked. "Then what the fuck you doing here?" Jack demanded. "Julie asked me to give her a ride to Sicily," Mike smirked. "Bye," Julie said lightly and Jack had to grab onto something as his former best friend made a show of licking his lips as he watched Julie's tight rear end in the shorts that were a part of her waitress uniform. Xxxx Paul pulled his can of diet soda in closer to give Ethel room as they sat down in the cafeteria. "So, anything new?" he asked as he nibbled the tuna salad. "No, least of all that tuna salad, from the looks of it," Ethel said, wrinkling her nose. "I'm eating it, okay?" Paul said lightly. "Uh huh, brave man," Ethel said and stuffed a forkful of her macaroni and cheese into her mouth. Xxxx "No, Mr. Langlinais, unless you can show me a decree of divorce, dated on or before June nineteenth, she is still your spouse and you are still liable for her medical expenses," Anna said into the phone. She listened as the man unleashed more obscenities at her, and then shook her head as if he could see her. "Sir, your opinion of my sexual orientation and marital status are just that; your opinion and they have no bearing on this matter. Well, sir, have your lawyer contact our accounting department before the end of the business day today. ," Anna went on. She smirked as Charles Langlinais unleashed more of his opinions and finally cut him off. "Sir, as I told you at the beginning of this conversation, we are recording this conversation, for your benefit as well as the benefit of the DeGarde Chemical Dependency Unit; would you like to repeat that?" Anna asked sweetly. "Fuck you, God damned fucking dyke," Charles screeched into the phone and slammed it down. "Well I never!" Anna adopted a haughty, shocked tone. "I bet you have, and plenty," Dr. Istrey smirked from the doorway. "Uh huh, good news is, though, is Sara Langlinais does have insurance; her husband works at Home Depot in Lafayette," Anna said and entered the information into the computer. "Bad news?" Amber Istrey asked. "Bad news; I don't think her husband will be showing up for family week," Anna said and smiled widely when the computer gave a soft 'ping.' "And we're approved." "You're good," Amber praised and sauntered down the hall. "Well yeah," Anna called out, adopting a superior tone. "That's why I get paid the big bucks around here. Next year, I'm going to want minimum wage, you hear?" "What?" Amber said, sticking her head in the doorway again. "You want a raise?" "Minimum wage!" Anna said firmly. Both women laughed and Amber again walked off. Anna finished Sara's paperwork and turned her attention to the next case on her desk; an indigent woman that had been brought in by a Good Samaritan. She went through the list of government agencies and local and state charities, looking for someone that would pay for the woman to get the help she needed. Anna's skills were why she was paid seventeen dollars an hour, far more than the six twenty five she was making when she'd started working there. Xxxx Julie giggled as she heard Mr. Bonani yelling at Kelli Mouton. The man found fault with everything the unattractive girl did, but found no fault whatsoever with anything that Julie did, even when Julie managed some large mistakes. The difference was, Julie flirted with Mr. Bonani, pretending to find him fascinating, sexy, and desirable. Poor Kelli worked and worked, often picking up Julie's slack, but got no recognition for it. She did smile somewhat sympathetically as the red head girl wiped the tears from her face. "What?" Mr. Bonani roared. "What's with this crying, huh? No time for you crying, feeling all sorry for yourself, huh?" "Twelve inch combination, no mushrooms," Julie called out and Mr. Bonani dismissed Kelli with a wave of his hand. Xxxx Jack thought briefly of not sweeping up the clippings, just leaving them on the sidewalk and driveway, but knew his mom wouldn't put up with it, so bent to the task of gathering the clippings into a pile. Julie's IPod blared Jessica Simpson; he didn't know what Julie saw in the singer, but some noise, any noise was better than listening to the deafening silence in his head. He knew she'd be highly irritated that he'd borrowed her IPod without permission; he would have slapped it off of her if it had been his and she'd borrowed it without permission. "Mother fucker!" he screamed, startled when he turned around and nearly ran into Anna. "Good to see you too," she giggled. "Up for a little..." "Hey, uh, hey, how you doing?" he said. "Horny; you?" she said, looking over his shoulder at the house. "Anyone home?" "No, no, my old lady's working; so's my sister." He stammered. She made him kind of nervous; he was used to taking charge, telling women what he wanted, what they were supposed to do. "You look like you could use a break," she commented and started walking toward his front door. She reached the steps and looked back at him. "Coming?" she asked. "Yeah, yeah," he said. "I like sucking cock, like getting your cock sucked?" Anna asked as they entered the cool, dark interior of the house. "Uh, you uh, you want me, maybe I ought to grab a shower or something," Jack stammered. "Fuck that; I'm on my lunch break, I ain't got time for you to take no shower," Anna said and sank to her knees in front of him. She rubbed her crotch with her left hand while she jacked his cock with her right hand. Moments later, she was swallowing his come and shuddering through her own orgasm. "Hmm," she said, looking at her watch. "Got time for a little..." She pulled him over to the couch and flopped on her back and pulled the crotch of her panties aside. "Come on, Sweetie; Mama's waiting." Jack slipped his cock into her and she Grunted. Even though he had just come, he was still quick to come again and Anna smiled up at him as she came down from her own orgasm. Yearbook 2005--ow/ym "Thanks, Honey; see you around, okay?" she called out, readjusted her panties and sashayed to the door. "Hey, um, what's your name, huh?" Jack asked as he caught his breath. "What, why, writing a book?" Anna asked and opened the door. "No, but I would kind of like to know, you know?" he called out but she'd already shut the door. Xxxx "Hey, what you doing here?" Julie asked as Mike Chamblee sat down. "Um, restaurant?" he said, looking around in am exaggerated manner. "Um, I thought I might actually try eating here. That is what you do at a restaurant, right?" "Shut up," Julie said. "I'll get you the menu, okay?" "Uh, yeah, that's what you're supposed to do," Mike agreed. "You are a waitress, right?" "Butt hole," Julie said as she turned away. "Your boyfriend?" Mr. Bonani asked, keeping his voice light and playful. He didn't like it when their boyfriends would come in, distract the girls, expect preferential treatment, expect discounts, or freebies. But Julie had not disappointed him yet. He had to admit, she was good, and so far there had been no trouble from the boys. Sure, a lot of them hung around, asked her for her phone number, asked her for dates, but she seemed to have a level head on her shoulders, seemed to turn them down without inviting rancor. That stupid little Kelli, however, didn't seem to have a brain in her head. Of course, there was no trouble from the boys; she was too ugly, but still, he didn't hold much hope for her ever becoming a good waitress. "No, brother's friend," Julie said. "Hey, I gave you a ride, huh?" Mike said petulantly when Julie brought him the menu. "And?" Julie said blankly. "I did say thank you, and I did offer to pay for the gas, right" "Well, yeah, but, you know, I kind of figured that'd make me a little more than just 'Jack's buddy,' right?" Mike said. Julie looked at him, fighting the urge to sneer. He wasn't ugly; was tall, and had brown hear which he was letting grow out now that they were no longer in school (St. Thomas made all males cut their hair to above the ear and collar) and nice hazel eyes. No, it wasn't his looks that drove Julie away. He had a nice smile, nice body, didn't seem to ever have a job, but had no shortage of money either. But he had the same personality as her brother. The same arrogant sense of superiority, the same smug self confidence, the same mannerisms, the same immaturity. "Mike, look, no offense," she finally said. "Really, you're just not my type, okay?" "So, uh, what is your type?" Mike asked and she smiled and shrugged. Xxxx Paul smiled when Anna insisted on cooking their meal dressed in nothing but an apron. "Oops, I dropped a pot holder on the floor, I hope my husband doesn't come up behind me when I'm bending over to pick it up," she called out and made an exaggerated display of bending over. "Come on, lover boy, what you waiting on?" she asked then sighed as he slid into her from behind. Xxxx "So, did you look for a job today?" Marnie snapped. "Jesus!" Jack yelled. "I cut the God damned grass, Mom! When the hell I had time, huh?" Got plenty of time tomorrow," Marnie said tightly. "And don't raise your voice to me, hear?" Xxxx Julie put a smile on her face and waved as Kelli drove away. "Really?" Kelli had asked when Julie asked her for a ride home. "Yeah, Mike gave me a ride to work, but he probably ain't coming back to get me," Julie sighed. "What? Why not?" Kelli asked as she grabbed her purse. "Turned him down, told him he wasn't my type," Julie admitted and made sure to give Mr. Bonani a little smile before leaving the restaurant. "Really?" Kelli squeaked. Julie walked in the house, into the screaming argument between mother and son. "No sir; I pay the insurance on that thing; least you could do is put the gas in it," Marnie screamed. "And I'm going to do that with what?" Jack yelled back. "Your good looks, since you couldn't be bothered to find a job, huh?" Marnie screamed. Xxxx Jamie pursed her lips tightly as Anna described the afternoon's tryst. Finally she nodded her head grimly. "So, you've decided, since you can't drink, you're going to fuck, huh?" she asked. "What you mean?" Anna feigned ignorance. "You know good and well what I mean," Jamie said tightly. "Can't stand the way I'm feeling right now, can't medicate it away, can't drink it away, I'll try sexing, seeing if that works. What you going to try when that quits working?" Anna looked at her sponsor for a long moment, and then finally shook her head no. She didn't have an answer for Jamie. CH 4 Paul smiled at the intern that was filling in for Ethel Yacks. It was very clear the girl was overwhelmed and was most likely reconsidering her decision to become a lawyer. "Believe it or not, it does get better," he offered. He smiled to himself; that was the same thing he'd told the new Alanon he was sponsoring. "I hope so," the girl whispered and bustled out of the office. Xxxx "I am sorry, ma'am, I can neither confirm nor deny whether or not we have anyone here by that name, but if we do, I will pass on the message that you called for her, okay?" Anna intoned into the phone. "Tell her I miss her, tell her I love her, tell her I got the money," the woman pleaded with Anna. "Again, ma'am, I can neither affirm, nor deny if we do have such a person here, but if we do, I will pass that message along; thanks for calling," Anna said and terminated the call. "Miss Vodoin again?" Amber asked from the door. "Yeah, why them lesbians got to be so fucking clingy, huh?" Anna asked and shuddered. "Wouldn't know," Amber said lightly. "Why don't you ask Paula?" "Like I want to know," Anna said. "Oh, remember, graduation for her today," Amber said. "Yeah, Paula's already been in here twice, making sure I'll be there," Anna smiled. Xxxx Jack looked through the want ads listlessly. He'd even called a few of them but the majority of them were looking for people that already had the experience, or had a degree. "Hey, Mandy and I want to go to the mall; take us?" Julie asked. "Fuck you," Jack spat "God, you're such an ass hole," Julie spat back. "Like you got anything better to do, huh?" Jack was waiting for her to make the offer, cash, gas, a piece of Mandy, but Julie was in no mood for bargaining. "God, what an ass hole; you could be, you know, looking for work out at the mall, but no, rather b a jerk," Julie snapped as she walked off. Xxxx Ethel felt better. She'd been up all night, alternating between vomiting and diarrhea, but had managed to fall asleep at around four o'clock in the morning, and now managed to keep some toast and coffee down. "There, how's that?" her seventy nine year old mother asked her. "Better, Mom," Ethel agreed. "Now, you don't need to be going in to the office tomorrow, you hear? No sense in getting everyone there all sick; you go ahead and stay home tomorrow too, okay?" her mother went on. "We'll see," Ethel agreed. Xxxx Mandy managed to whine and wheedle her mother into letting her use the car and she and Julie drove out to the mall. Jack had hoped Julie would continue to beg for a ride; he had wanted to pound Mandy. As big a gossip as Julie's friend was, every girl in Bender would know that Jack Vogel had fucked her, and fucked her well. Even if the sex was one sided, Mandy would exaggerate it to the point that Jack was an unbelievable lover. But Mandy somehow managed to get some wheels, killing Jack's plans. He took the newspaper outside onto the back porch and continued to pore through the want ads. Clark International was looking for painters but he didn't want to do that; that was hard work. Blanchard Construction was also looking for painters, but again, he wasn't willing to work that hard. "Hey, Stud, how come y'all don't answer the fucking door?" Anna asked, startling him. "Jesus Fucking Christ!" he yelled. "Aw, scared you?" Anna smirked. xxxx Ethel looked at the digital camera her dad had sent to her for her thirty fourth birthdays. It was a nice one with many features. She aimed it toward the window of her bedroom and looked through the viewfinder. That rude boy was on his back porch. With a woman. Ethel almost dropped the camera when she saw the woman reach out and unzip Jack's shorts. She got her composure and zoomed in to watch the woman bend and take Jack's penis into her mouth. Ethel had heard of oral sex, had heard the other girls at the courthouse giggling about it. Had even heard more than one defendant offer Judge Monroe fellatio for a reduced sentence. But she never thought she'd be watching it being performed, out in the open like this woman was doing right now. She snapped several frames of it and almost shrieked when she managed to snap a few more of Jack's ejaculation seeping out of the woman's mouth. "mm hmm," Anna praised. "Now, how 'bout you return the favor?" Ethel almost shrieked again as she watched the woman lay down on the outdoor table and raise her skirt up. The meaning of her actions, even though silent in the camera's lens, spoke volumes. She snapped several more frames of Jack performing oral sex on the petite woman. The camera captured the woman's excitement, pulled the vibrant pink color of her splayed labia, and showed the pleasure on her face as the younger lover delved his tongue into her light brown thatch. Ethel moaned as she watched Jack's cock press against the opening of the woman's pussy and force its way into the woman. She snapped shot after shot of the two lovers. "Oh shit yeah!" Anna called out as Jack pounded her fast and hard. Ethel snapped several shots of the woman as she pulled the panties back on, capturing the white globs that dotted her light brown thatch. "See you," Anna called out cheerfully as she sauntered back to the gate and let herself out of the back yard. Ethel let out a deep breath and giggled when she realized she'd been holding her breath nearly the entire time the two lovers played out their silent tableau. Xxxx Julie and Mandy wandered from store to store in the Acadiana Mall. Neither of them really wanted anything; they were just killing time. "Look, there's, oh what's their name?" Mandy said as she saw Gretchen Dunbar pushing Becky Trahan down the corridor. "Um, oh yeah, that's oh, damn! Gretchen and Becky," Julie said. "I heard they're, um, you know," Mandy whispered. "They're what?" Julie asked and held up a very sheer top. "YOU know," Mandy whispered again. "No, what?" Julie asked and put the top back; her mother would never let her wear it. "Lesbians," Mandy whispered, and then giggled. "What?" Julie asked then looked down the corridor, even though she could no longer see the other two. "Really?" "What I heard," Mandy nodded her head emphatically. "That's why they tried to kill Becky's dad and brother; they found out about it and were going to tell everyone that Gretchen and Becky are..." "Uh huh," Julie said, not believing Mandy. Mandy was the worst gossip Julie knew; she'd spread it all over the school that Jack, her brother, had put Gretchen in the back seat of his car and pimped the girl out to about twenty guys, most of them from the mattress factory. She'd also heard it from Mandy that Lawrence Dumensnil and Richard Boudreaux were lovers; that's why they'd run off and joined the Marines. She wasn't surprised to hear that Lawrence was gay, but Richard was dating that ugly little red head, Bernie what's her name. To compound that rumor, Mandy also let it slip that she'd heard that Bernie was knocked up, forcing Richard to make a choice between fatherhood or coming out of the closet. She herself had been the subject of one of Mandy's rumors; Mandy had it on good authority that the reason she had not been hired at Manny's Restaurant, was because Bobbi Quarveros was afraid that Julie would steal Marlon Dublachon, Bobbi's boyfriend, away from Bobbi. "Mandy, like I'd really WANT an n*gger lover?" Julie had spat indignantly. "Really, that fat ass n*gger bitch can have him." "Mandy you're so full of shit," Julie finally laughed. "Nuh uh!" Mandy protested. "Fine, let's find them and we'll ask them," Julie said and they left the shop. "Like I'm so sure," Mandy said, balking. "What? We're just going to come up and say 'Hi, um, so tell me, are you two a bunch of big old dykes or what?'" "Don't have to say it like that!" Julie protested. They saw the two approaching the coffee shop in the center of the mall. "Hey," Julie smiled. "Hey, what you doing here?" Gretchen responded. "Bored out of our flipping minds," Julie laughed. "Getting mocha or a cappuccino?" "Love mocha," Becky agreed, voice quavering. "Me too," Julie agreed and the quartet approached the counter. She had to admit, there were a lot of tell-tale signs that Becky and Gretchen were very close. Becky had a large dollop of whipped cream on her nose and upper lip and Gretchen reached over and swiped the cream from Becky's face with her thumb then sucked her thumb clean. She looked up at Mandy and Julie and blushed slightly. The next time she cleaned the whipped cream from Becky's face, she did it with her napkin. "Well?" Mandy demanded when they were out of earshot of Becky and Gretchen. "Mandy, they might be; I don't know," Julie said, exasperated with her friend. She stopped and Mandy stopped and looked at her expectantly. "Okay, I was in a wheelchair, you push me around?" Julie demanded to know. "Well, yeah, I mean, you would if it was me, right?" Mandy agreed. "And if I was getting my food all over the place, you'd wipe it up, Huh?" Julie demanded. "Yeah, probably," Mandy agreed. "Or would you lick it off?" Julie asked, getting close to Mandy to ask the question. "Gross!" Mandy shrieked and the two girls laughed out loud as they headed for the exit. Xxxx Anna hummed happily as Paul licked and sucked at her pussy lips then groaned blissfully as Paul flattened his tongue and swiped at her clitoris. She thought briefly that Paul was lapping up what was left of that boy's semen. But then again, that boy had licked and sucked her husband's semen; Paul had been so easy to coax into a quickie before he left for work. "Stick it in me," she demanded. "Come on, fucker, give me that cock." Paul loved it when she talked dirty. During sex. Anna had a potty mouth, had always had a potty mouth. His parents had excused it; after all, the girl grew up on the construction sites of her daddy, hung out with the crude, uneducated men that labored for her father. "Oh, yeah," Anna groaned when Paul jammed his small cock into her. Xxxx "Did. You. Even. Look. Today?" Marnie screamed at Jack. "Yeah," Jack lied. "Where?" Marnie demanded. "Huh? Where? I want names, damn it!" Julie was grateful for the IPod; T.A.T.U. was warbling something in Russian, drowning out the bickering and screaming of her mom and brother. She thought back to see Gretchen and Becky at the mall; Jack had laughed when she mentioned it to him. "Yeah?" he smirked. "And how's 'Cum Dumpster' and "Crips' doing?" "Ew gross!" she shrieked at him. "God, Jack that's so disgusting!" Maybe Gretchen and Becky were gay, like Mandy said. "Who cares?" she asked aloud. Xxxx Ethel looked at the thumbnails on the computer screen again and toyed with the idea of deleting them. They were pornographic, to be sure. "What am I going to do with them anyway?" she asked hrself and reached out to hit 'Delete' on the screen, but couldn't bring herself to delete the eighty seven images. "Still got plenty of room for more," she told herself. "Not like they're hurting anything." CH 5 Jack listlessly threw his clothes into the cardboard box his mother had brought home for him. It really seemed surrealistic to him; his own mother was throwing him out of his home. "Your two weeks is up," she shrilled at him as she dropped the stack of boxes on the floor of his bedroom. "Start packing; Aunt Jackie's all ready; says she's got a ton of things you can do at her house." Anna had come over that morning; she'd finally told him what her name was. She looked at the boxes, and then listened as he told her of his mother's unreasonable expectations. She closed the door; Julie was lurking around, then stripped out of her clothing and urged him out of his. "Man, I just can't fuck believe it, you know?" he muttered as he pulled out of her. "Damn, that's a fucking bitch," she agreed as she lay in his bed, his semen drooling out of her pussy. "Going to miss you." "Well, I uh, hey, ever think maybe you and I could...?" he asked. She looked at him for a long moment, and then burst out laughing. She waggled her left hand at him. "Oh, Honey, really," she said. "I'm married, okay?" She got off the bed and slid her slacks on. "Like I'd leave my husband for you?" she asked, still laughing. He pushed her away when she came over to him. "Aw, doesn't be like that, Honey," she cooed and stuck her panties into one of his pockets. "You didn't really think it was about love, huh?" "Well, maybe," Jack admitted. "Oh, Baby, that's so sweet," she cooed as she walked to the door. "You take care of them panties, now, you hear? They're real silk." "Come on, ain't got all day," Marnie snapped from the doorway. "Aunt Jackie's expecting us for dinner tonight, you know?" "Ooh, think she's going to make that brisket?" Julie asked. "Yes, Julie," Marnie said. "It's your favorite." Jack did not increase his speed and finally Marnie marched into the room and began to pack for him. Xxxx Anna held her breath as she looked at the test strip. "Hey you," Paul called out through the bathroom door. "About ready? Meeting starts at..." "Hey," Anna said, opening the door, revealing her nude body. "What you say we stay at home and fuck? We're celebrating, 'Daddy.'" "Really?" he whispered, scarcely able to believe it. "You sure?" "Hey, both tests came up positive," Anna agreed and jumped into his arms. "Changed my mind," Anna teased when Paul put her down on their bed. "What?" Paul asked as she struggled to get out of his shirt. "Think I'd rather you eat me; them we'll see about fucking," Anna said, fingers digging in her pussy, making squishing sounds for him. "Yes ma'am," he said and bent to the task. She thrilled in the idea that Paul was licking her lover's semen and did not give a second thought to Jack Vogel. Paul was eager, too eager and was spurting his sticky globs onto her belly and pubic hair before he could even get his cock into her. Laughing, Anna sucked him up to task again and hummed happily as he pounded her fast and furious. Xxxx "See you," Julie said to Jack, kissed him once and then got into the car. "Bye, behave yourself," Marnie said and gave her son a kiss and then got into the car. "Love you too," Jack said darkly as the two women drove away. Morning rush hour traffic was heading into the city, driving east, so once they got on the other side of the Mississippi River; they were able to drive quite quickly toward Bender. "I um, I kind of feel kind of bad, you know?" Julie finally broached the subject. There was no response so Julie pushed her sunglasses up and looked at he mother. She saw the tears streaming down her mother's face. Marnie Vogel felt like a total failure. First, her husband had told her he was leaving her. Not just leaving her, but leaving her to go live with a man. "Just think, Honey," she had hissed bitterly to him. "The kids will be just THRILLED to go visit their faggot father and his sissy boyfriend for Thanksgiving dinner, won't they?" Yearbook 2005--ow/ym "How pathetic was she?" she asked herself. "Losing a husband, to another MAN?" But on the outside, she masked her pain with anger, scathing, and bitter anger. The end came when Mike Vogel discovered that his lover, a well-hung thirty year old blond, was sleeping with other men. "Oh, Mikey!" Jimmy had lisped. "You was going to leave Marnie? For me? Oh aren't you sweet? But Sweetie, I don't want you to do that!" Seeing no other option, Mike blew his brains out. Marnie kept the true reason for their father's suicide from her children; saw no reason to scar them further. But the scars were building up inside of her, inside of her heart. Now, she'd driven away the other man in her life, her son. She'd hoped that giving him an ultimatum would help him, force him to grow up. But it had failed. She was a failure as a wife and as a mother, she decided. Xxxx "Shit!" Paul laughed when he went to put his lunch bag into the desk drawer. "Forgot my lunch again." Forgetting his lunch was easy; Anna had performed oral sex on him that morning after fixing him a plate of eggs and grits. Then before he left, she unzipped his trousers, wormed his cock out, and gave him another blow job. "Mommy needs her protein," she laughed, then, much to his disgust jammed her tongue into his gasping mouth. "Hey, want another blow job?" she asked, laughing. "Learn to kiss me afterward, and learn to like it." "Hello Daddy," she sang out when he called her cell phone. "Hey Sweetie," he laughed, her happiness infectious. "Daddy forgot his lunch; thing you could swing by, bring it to me on your way to work?" "I don't know," she said playfully. "What's it worth to you?" "What you want?" he asked, dropping his voice a few octaves. "Mmm, maybe a quickie in the broom closet?" she suggested. "Oh boy, I love a pregnant woman," he laughed. She found his lunch bag, sitting right on the counter, and put it in her duffel bag. She made sure the coffee pot was turned off, turned off the lights, and went into the garage through the kitchen. She pulled on her helmet, hit the switch for the garage door, and started her motorcycle. Xxxx Jack sullenly sapped the paintbrush on the wall. Aunt Jackie had wasted no time putting her nephew to work; telling him exactly what was expected of him before her sister's car was even out of the driveway. The fact that he would still be living at home, had he applied for the job of painter with either Clark International or Blanchard Construction never occurred to Jack. The irony that he was doing exactly what he had not wanted to do was completely lost on him. "Damn, boy, pick up the pace huh?" Aunt Jackie snapped as she buttoned up her police uniform. "Oh, and Kitty's coming over to drop off some stuff I need; no staring at her, all right? Make her uncomfortable when you do that shit to her." Kitty was Aunt Jackie's lover. At thirty five, Kitty dressed in extremely provocative, revealing clothing, and then got upset when people looked at her for too long. "Uh huh," Jack said and continued to slap the brush to the wall. Be back at six, six thirty, okay?" Aunt Jackie said. "Uh huh," Jack said and dipped the paint brush in the can again. Xxxx Ethel stared, open mouthed, as the woman, the woman she'd taken pictures of strolled down the hall and entered Paul's office. She slowly approached Paul's office, saw the woman reach into a duffel bag and hand Paul a brown paper bag. Then she felt her heart constrict as the shameless woman kissed Paul, her Paul, with quite a bit of affection. She stepped to the side to let the smirking woman pass, even though the hallway was twelve feet wide. She waited until the woman was out of sight before entering Paul's small office. "Um, that, um, that woman, you know her?" Ethel asked. "Hmm? Who? Oh, my wife?" Paul asked. "Your wife?" Ethel gasped. "Yeah, that was my wife, Anna; I forgot my lunch at home and she brought it to me," Paul said, already engrossed in the documents that Ethel had brought to him. "Oh," Ethel said in a strangled voice. Xxxx "Hey. where's Jack?" Mike Chamblee asked when Julie answered the door. "Didn't tell you?" Julie asked, surprised. "No, tell me what?" Mike asked. He opened his eyes wide when Julie relayed the news; Jack no longer lived there. "You're fucking joking," he finally said. "Nope, now, I got to go; Kelli's working late shift today, so I got to walk to Sicily's," Julie said. "Oh, um, hey, you want, I could give you a ride," Mike offered. Julie smiled as she waited for Mike; he'd fallen for her suggestion without her having to say she wanted a ride. Had she had to ask, he would make an assumption that she owed him something for the ride. But he was the one to offer; that meant she wasn't liable for anything. He tapped the horn and she left the cool air-conditioning to step out into the Southwestern Louisiana humidity and sweltering heat. "Yeah, sorry, air conditioner's busted work on this thing," Mike apologized. "Bummer," Julie agreed. Mr. Bonani narrowed his eyes as he looked out the window; his sweet little Julie was getting out of a boy's car. Hopefully, that wasn't her boyfriend. "Hey, Julie," he called out and was rewarded with one of her dazzling smiles. "Listen, when you going to be eighteen, huh?" he asked her. "August," she answered. "August thirtieth. Why?" "Oh," he said, crestfallen. "Why?" she asked again. "Well, I got my liquor license; we can sell beer now, but if you seventeen, you can't serve it, got to be at least eighteen to serve it," he said dejectedly. "So, when are we going to be selling beer?" Julie asked, not comprehending the dilemma. "Saturday, got flyers going out and everything," Mr. Bonani said sadly. "Oh, good; Saturday's a good day," Julie agreed. "Maybe when you eighteen, you come work again?" Mr. Bonani pleaded. Julie began to comprehend; the new beer meant she didn't have a job. "Maybe," she snapped, scowling darkly. "I don't know, I mean, I might already have another job, you know?" Mr. Bonani did not like this Julie; this Julie wasn't sweet and playful like the other Julie he knew and loved. Xxxx Kitty came in, dressed in bikini top and shorts that barely covered her bottom. She glared at Jack, daring him to look at her. He didn't look and she was angered by that as well, but really couldn't complain to Jackie about that. "God damn, pussy's hanging out, but I'm not supposed to fucking look?" Jack muttered to himself when she finally left the small home. Xxxx "If it were you, you'd want to know, wouldn't you?" Ethel debated with herself. The debate was an attempt to ease her conscious; she knew she would be showing Paul the photographs. But she was hoping the nagging, gnawing apprehension would ease. At lunchtime, she got into her car, drove home and quickly printed out the photographs on the laser printer she'd 'borrowed' from Judge Monroe's office. Most of her office equipment and some of her home furnishings were 'borrowed' over the years. Her stomach was knotted up too tightly to eat lunch, so she drove past the McDonald's and Clark's Drive-In. She grimaced in frustration; someone had snagged her parking spot. She would have to park in the far parking lot. By the time she reached the door of the courthouse, she was winded from the humidity. Paul sat at his desk, still nibbling on the small bag of baby carrots he always had with his lunch. "Hey, I um, you know the other day, when I was out sick?" Ethel asked, hardly able to choke out the words. "Um, oh yeah, yeah, about two weeks ago?" Paul asked. Her heart did a little lurch; he had noticed. "Uh yeah, about two weeks ago," Ethel agree. "Anyway, um, I was home, sick and I happened to look out the window, my dad got me this digital camera for my birthday and I was trying to figure out how to use it and..." "Oh?" Paul asked. "What brand? I got this Olympus and..." "And I saw this woman and she and the kid next door were..." Ethel said and put the photographs on his desk. Paul looked over at the pornographic images and smiled as his cock began to twitch to life. The smile faded as he saw his wife, Anna, sucking some kid's cock. Ethel shrieked in surprise as Paul lunged for the wastebasket and emptied his stomach into the container. Xxxx Amber and Anna squealed when Anna shared the news with her; she was pregnant. "That is so great!" Amber enthused. "Our kids can play together!" "Oh my God, you're..." Anna asked and Amber nodded her head in agreement. Again, the two women squealed and hugged each other. Xxxx Kelli couldn't help but smile when Mr. Bonani told her that Friday would be Julie's last day, at least until August thirtieth. Kelli was almost nineteen and could legally serve the alcohol. "Yeah, hate to see us lose her; she was one of the best girls I ever had here," the man said sadly and Kelli fought the urge to laugh. "Yeah, well what you going to do, huh?" Kelli agreed. Julie wanted to trip Kelli as the other girl carried trays of drinks to her table, but Kelli seemed to sense this and kept well out of Julie's reach. She was extra cautious when handling the hot pans and made sure to pinpoint Julie's location before reaching into the hot oven to pull out the piping hot pizzas. Julie, deprived of her main target of ridicule, was somewhat surly toward her customers. Her bad mood worsened as her attitude was reflected in her meager tips. "Hey," Julie said, surprised when Mike tapped his horn. "Need a ride home?" he asked. "Yeah, as long as you're offering," she agreed. "Damn, it's fucking hot, huh?" he asked as he sipped out of a plastic cup. "Yeah; what you got there?" she asked. "A Slow Screw," he smiled. "Ha ha, really; what you got?" she asked. "Serious, a slow screw," he said, showing her the cup. "Vodka, sloe gin, and orange juice. I kind of put my own spin on it; I put it all in a blender with plenty of ice, you know, kind of like a daiquiri?" "Let me have some?" she asked. She took the offered cup and sniffed it. Then she took a small sip, savored the slightly tart, slightly sweet, slightly pungent taste, and then took a big sip. Mike waved his hand impatiently. After a second large sip, Julie gave the cup back to him. "Damn, bitch, why don't you just drink the whole fucking thing, huh?" he groused. "Okay," she giggled and reached for the cup again. The warmth that hit bottom and radiated all throughout her body was an odd, exhilarating feeling and created an instant craving. She'd had that feeling before, when she and Mandy and Kizzy had stolen some of Kizzy's father's bourbon. Both Mandy and Kizzy got sick, but Julie finished off the bottle. She too got sick, but instead of swearing off of the booze forever, couldn't wait until Kizzy had another sleep-over at her house. Of course, Mr. Clark had punished his daughter and would not allow another sleep-over to take place at their home. Mandy's mom did not drink, so there was no alcohol at the Hebert home. Marnie had thrown out all the liquor in their house after Mike Vogel's suicide, so Julie had no opportunity, until right now, to drink again. "Uh uh, get your own," Mike said and kept the cup out of Julie's reach. "Fucking ass hole," Julie snarled and a surprised Mike handed over the cup. "God damn, don't have to turn into mega-bitch, huh?" he said. "Uh huh," she said and drained the cup. "Thanks for the ride; I appreciate it," Julie said as she prepared to close the car door. "Uh, yeah, uh, hey, um, maybe you and I, we could go..." Mike stammered. "Uh huh," Julie sneered and slammed his car door shut. Xxxx Jack sat in stony silence as Aunt Jackie criticized his work. Kitty sat and smirked as her lover told the disgusting boy how worthless he was; all men were worthless. She pretended to scratch an itch, flashing more skin at the pathetic male, hoping for a reaction. If he did notice her flesh, then she could join in on the humiliation of Jack. To her chagrin, however, he did not react. xxxx Anna sauntered in, swiveling her hips. She smiled her sassy little smile as Paul looked at her. "Hey, 'Daddy,' what you doing?" she asked playfully. "Looking at these pictures. Pictures of you, fucking some kid," Paul answered and raised the nine millimeter pistol. His first shot hit her in the belly and she began to double over. The second shot hit her in the chest and she fell backward, sprawling out. His third shot blew the back of his head all over the wall behind his chair.