7 comments/ 12433 views/ 1 favorites Quantum Theorist By: JimBob44 *Author's Note: Any persons engaging in sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Chapter 1 Annette Mays had a new puppy, a mutt. But to the eighteen-year-old Down's syndrome child, Cuddles was perfect. He didn't need a pedigree to win her heart. Jimmy Mays stood out in the backyard, watching his beautiful granddaughter and that stupid mutt of hers. His other grandchildren had long ago outgrown any use for their grandfather; they were 'too cool' to hang out with the old guy. But Annette adored her grandfather and was always happy when Mom dropped her off at Grandpa's house. "Now, you behave, and you clean up any messes Cuddles makes, you hear?" Mom had said. "Okay," Annette agreed. Jimmy wasn't fooled. He knew the only reason Doris put up with him was because he was a free babysitter for Annette. After she and Scott divorced, Doris had turned cold, bitter toward the rest of the Mays clan. But Jimmy was always happy to see his little Annette, so Doris pasted a fake smile on her face. "Careful Honey," Jimmy called out when Annette threw the ball too close to the sinkhole that was starting to form in the corner of the back yard. He didn't want her or her mutt to fall in; a recent rain had made the sinkhole a sloppy, muddy mess. "Cuddles, no!" Annette cried out when the puppy fell into the sinkhole. "Annette, no!" Jimmy cried out as the girl ran to the hole after her mutt. He was horrified as she disappeared from sight and ran after her. **** Falling falling falling. He landed with a thump on the sidewalk. The hard landing actually knocked the wind out of him and left him a little dazed. Then he heard Annette crying and shook the stars from his eyes and looked around for her. She was only a couple of feet away, holding her arm to her chest. "No!" she cried out when he tried to take a look at her injury. "Honey, come on, let me take a look at it," he cajoled and finally she let him look at it. It was little more than a bruise, but Annette carried on like it was a broken bone. Then she remembered why they'd fallen in the first place. "Where's Cuddles?" she cried out, looking around for the mutt. "I don't know, Honey, but I think a better question is, where are we?" Jimmy said, looking around. The landscape was vaguely familiar; he had a feeling he should know where they were. The building on the corner looked eerily like Gordon's Pharmacy, but was now sporting a sign that identified it As Assimlie Medications. :Come on, Sweetie," Jimmy said to Annette. "Let's see if we can get you an ice pack or something." "Cuddles!" Annette cried out. "Where are you?" The door chimed its familiar chime and Jimmy looked around. The place still smelled the same; a curious antiseptic, plastic smell. "Help you?" a man regarded them suspiciously. "Yeah, yeah, you got any ice packs? " Jimmy asked, indicating Annette's wrist. "Ice what?" the man asked and looked at Annette's wrist as the girl clutched it. "No, no, but I got a shot that'll make her forget she even has a wrist." "No!" Annette screamed. "No shots! I hate shots!" "Shh shh, Honey, nobody's getting a shot," Jimmy hastened to reassure her. No, no, no, no!" Annette screamed. "Listen, we're kind of lost, mind telling us where we are?" Jimmy asked the man. "What? Where's your piad?" the man asked. "My what?" Jimmy asked, uncomprehending. "Your personal information and assistance device," the man answered, narrowing his eyes. "Listen, it's obvious your girlfriend here's a fucking retard; you one too?" "I'm not retarded," Annette yelled. "She's 'special,'" Jimmy said defensively. "What y'all doing out anyway?" the man asked. "Y'all know y'all ain't allowed out the facility." "Facility?" Jimmy asked. "Y'all wait right here," the man said gently. "I give them a call; they'll come get y'all." "Come on, Annette," Jimmy said, not liking the sound of any of this. "Uh uh, y'all wait, I ain't getting my ass in deep shit just 'cause y'all can't listen," the man called out. Jimmy heard the magnetic locks activate on the door; obviously the man had locked it remotely. He spotted the old fire extinguisher hanging near the front door and yanked it off of its mooring. "Hey!" the man yelled out as jimmy smashed the glass door with the heavy canister. "Grandpa, what are you doing?" Annette cried out, horrified at the violence. "Come on, Honey!" Jimmy said urgently and dragged Annette through the large opening. He dragged her down the street then around a corner, and continued to run until he spotted an opening in between two buildings. He could hear the sirens approaching at a rapid speed and made Annette wait toward the rear of the alleyway as he peered out onto the street. A white vehicle with red letters blurred past; he caught the name Assimile Patrol as the vehicle turned the corner. "Grandpa, I'm hungry," Annette whined. "Damn it," Jimmy said, remembering he'd left a tray of macaroni and cheese in the microwave for her lunch. "You said you was going to fix me tuna mac and cheese," Annette accused. "I know I did, Honey, but then we fell in that hole, remember?" Jimmy said patiently. "Oh, yeah!" Annette said and remembered they were looking for Cuddles. "Cuddles! Come here Cuddles" "Quiet!" Jimmy hissed as he heard the siren start up again. "Here!" He shoved her behind a foul smelling dumpster just as the patrol vehicle whizzed past. "Ew!" Annette screeched at the stench. Jimmy felt like vomiting; he recognized the smell. It was the smell of death. Human death. He'd smelled that smell before, in the rice paddies of Vietnam. He did not hear the sirens any more so he cautiously pulled Annette to the entrance and looked around. A throng of people stood on the corner, looking down the street. He pulled Annette toward the throng. "What's going on?" he casually asked. "The Assimile Patrol's looking for a couple of escapees," one of the men said, without turning to look at Jimmy or Annette. "The poor idiots wandered off, not realizing that the facility is the best place for them, the best place for them to get the help and love that they need." "Oh yeah?" Jimmy asked and looked as the Assimile officers, dressed in red jumpsuits slowly walked up and down the street, looking into alleyways. "They're sure the idiots are out here?" "Yeah, one of them, a real strong guy, broke a door down at the Medications place," the guy said. "Then they ran down the street, even though the druggist was just trying to help them." "They got the best shots," a woman said, in a dreamy monotone. "Yeah, they do," Jimmy, agreed, trying not to draw any attention to them. "And next week," the woman went on. "I'm going to get the Dispose." "Hey, good for you!" the man said. "Got somebody to cart your remains?" "Yeah, my son's boyfriend," the woman smiled. "They've been wanting my apartment anyway; it's too stressful for them to fuck in the dormitory, you know?" "Um, she said a bad word," Annette said loudly. "What?" The woman asked, surprised. "What bad word?" "Nothing," Jimmy said quickly. "Never mind." **** "Grandpa," I'm hungry and I got to pee," Annette whined. They'd been walking for hours. Jimmy was sure he recognized the suburban landscape, but couldn't tell where they were. There were no street signs, and none of the houses had numbers on them. A newspaper vending machine caught his eye and he walked over to it. The headline said "President Ahkmed In-Jari Is Wonderful." The date on the paper nearly caused him to faint; October 1, 2020. It was ten years in the future, if the paper could be believed. "Grandpa, I'm..." Annette started again. "Here," Jimmy said and plucked a couple of apples from a tree. Annette cautiously bit into one of the apples then smiled widely at her grandfather. "It's good," she cooed. Jimmy plucked a few more apples and stuck them into his coat pocket. Some over-ripe figs were on another tree in front of the house and he picked them as well. "Hey, what you doing?" a woman's harsh voice called out and Jimmy grabbed Annette's hand. "Run," he said urgently. "Hey! Come back here!" the woman protested. "Grandpa, I got to pee," Annette whined. "Fine, fine, how about here?" Jimmy said and pointed to an alleyway. "It stinks," Annette complained. "Then your pee will make it smell better," Jimmy joked and Annette giggled. It did stink; Jimmy spotted another one of the dumpsters with Assimile Remains printed on it. A second, smaller dumpster sat next to it. It just had the word Assimile printed on it. While Annette crouched down to relieve her aching bladder, Jimmy walked over to the large dumpster and cautiously lifted the lid. Inside, he saw four human corpses. The smaller dumpster looked like it held garbage, refuse. "Looking for someone?" a gentle voice asked. "Huh?" Jimmy said. "No, no, just curious, you know?" "Yeah, some people like looking at the dead," the woman said gently. "Me, I don't get nothing out of it, but then again, I don't get nothing out of homosexuality either." "I don't either," Jimmy said, offended. "Really?" the woman asked, interested. "I mean, you look like a cock sucker, you know? But if you say you ain't, that's cool." "Well, I'm not," Jimmy, said hotly. "Grandpa, this a friend?" Annette asked. "Um, yeah, yeah, this is a friend," Jimmy said. "Yeah, your Grandpa and I are going to be great fuck buddies," the woman smiled lecherously at Jimmy. "Uh!" Annette gasped. "You said a bad word!" "What?" the woman asked. The woman looked to be in her early fifties, graying hair cut close to her scalp. Her clothing was well worn, and showed a short, plump physique. "We've taught Annette that the 'F' word is not a very nice word," Jimmy explained. "What?" the woman looked at Jimmy, truly puzzled. "Fuck? Sure it is!" "No, it is not," Jimmy, argued. "It is not a very polite word. "Look,' the woman said, agitated. "There ain't nothing wrong with fucking. President In-Jari said it's our privilege as citizens to assimilate and fornicate." She leaned close to Jimmy. "Of course, he says the best fucking is homosexual fucking, but I ain't all that hot about eating hair pie, you know?" :Do you mind?" Jimmy hissed. "Mind?" the woman said. "Not at all! So you want to fuck out here, or inside?" Jimmy lightly pinched Annette to keep her from any outbursts; the woman clearly did not see what was wrong with the word 'fuck.' "Inside, if you don't mind," Jimmy said and the woman led the way to her doorway. Inside the building, the woman led the way up four flights of stairs then stopped in front of a door. She pulled a small card out of her pocket and inserted it into a slot. "Sometimes my piad is a little slow, the woman explained. "What's a pie ad?" Annette asked her grandfather. "Piad, it stands for personal informant and assistance device," Jimmy explained. "She a retard?" the woman asked. "Shouldn't she be at the facility? There she will get the love and the care she needs. President In-Jari takes care of all of our needs" "I'm not retarded," Annette denied hotly. "We've taught her she's special," Jimmy said gently. "But, Honey, there's nothing wrong with being retarded," the woman hastened to assure Annette. "It's a wonderful thing that means you can be cared for and it won't cost you anything!" The door clicked and they were ushered in. "I kind of prefer to fuck on the couch, that way, if there's any wet spot, I don't have to sleep on it. Laundries not until Thursday, you know?" the woman said and began to remove her clothing. "Um, hey, wouldn't you like to know my name first?" Jimmy asked, extremely uncomfortable. "What?" the woman asked, turning around and baring her breasts and round belly to Jimmy's eyes. "Why?" "Well, I mean, what we're about to do," Jimmy stammered, unable to take his eyes off of the delicious orbs and their hardening nipples. It had been twelve long years since his Sophia died. Twelve years without a woman. Unmindful of Annette's presence, Jimmy attacked the woman's breasts with hands and mouth. "Oh, yeah," the woman sighed. "I like a good heterosexual. That's why Momma gave me titties; for them men." **** "Y'all want to watch the chassis?" the woman asked ass eh gave Annette a protein and carbohydrate bar. "I saw a real funny one today, maybe they'll repeat it." She took out her piad and inserted it into a small box on the coffee table. A screen popped up on the wall and sound began to pour out of hidden speakers. "Oh, yes, yes, here it is!" the woman giggled as a man, dressed in black suit faced the camera. "President's In-Jari's most recent program of testing children's intelligence, he claims is just a tool to help the government decide how to facilitate the child's needs, but is in actuality a method of separating the higher achievers from the lower achievers so that the government can continue to practice its brand of genocide," the man reported. "Watch, watch," the woman giggled. Suddenly the speakers emitted screams and gunshots. The announcer looked over and his head exploded in blood, bone and brains. A few more gunshots were heard, then the screen showed a group of men in red jumpsuits brandishing powerful assault rifles, then the screen went black. "Oh, my God," Jimmy said, sickened. "Yeah, those stupid Constitutionalists," the woman sneered. A smiling woman's face appeared. "And as you can see, President In-Jari has silenced another rogue broadcaster that was spreading profane and unsubstantiated lies about our wonderful and benevolent government. Thank you, thank you, God bless you, President Ahkmed In-Jari," the woman enthused. "This is Myra Gordon, broadcasting live from the one true chassis, AIJ Broadcasting." "Want to fuck again?" the woman asked, obviously quite turned on by the brutal violence just reported. "No, no, hey you wouldn't happen to have a telephone, or a cell phone, huh?" Jimmy asked, fighting down his nausea. "A what?" the woman asked. "You know, you want to call someone, you punch in their number," Jimmy asked. "Where's your piad?" the woman asked. "Um, lost it," Jimmy said. "Oh, okay, here, use mine," the woman said and pulled it out of the box. She then handed the apparatus to Jimmy. Jimmy looked and realized it was a touch screen. He pushed in Doris' number. "Hello?" Doris' voice came out loudly, harshly. "Hey Doris," Jimmy said, relieved. "Jim...Jimmy, what the fuck?" Doris' voice sounded horrified. "God damn it, you know you're not supposed to call me! Jimmy, I swear to God, if they think I'm one of you, I will hunt you and those stupid mother fuckers you hang out with..." "Uh!" Annette gasped. Momma! You said a bad word!" "Jimmy!" Doris screamed. "You didn't! What are you doing with Annette? Oh, you son of a bitch, Jimmy Mays I swear to..." The call was terminated. Jimmy looked up as his hostess tried to burrow into her couch as far away from his as possible. "Oh my God!" the woman screamed. "You're Jimmy Mays?" Chapter 2 "Grandpa I got to poo," Annette announced. "Where's your bathroom?" Jimmy demanded of the frightened woman. "Here, here," the woman said and guided Annette to the small restroom. "Please don't hurt me, I'm all out of Pain Away shots," the woman begged. Uh huh," Jimmy said and pulled the woman into her bedroom. He knew time was extremely limited; Doris had no great love for him. If he was a fugitive of some sort, Doris would gladly turn him in. The woman's neck snapped easily enough and he lay her on her cot. "I'm sorry," he told the corpse. "Really, I am." He made quick work of looking through the drawers and the small closet. There was nothing of interest or apparent value. The kitchen provided him with a box of the protein bars and a cache of cookies. Even though he knew Annette didn't need to be eating cookies; she fought a losing battle with chubbiness. The kitchen also provided him with a small, but sharp knife. "Where's your friend, Grandpa?" Annette asked. "She went night-night," Jimmy said. "Ooh, I want to go night-night!" Annette complained. "I know, Honey, but we have to go," Jimmy said and guided her to the door. "But I'm tired," Annette whined loudly. "But we're looking for Cuddles, remember?" Jimmy said. The ploy worked to distract Annette and Jimmy hurried her down the stairs. They went out the rear, into the alley again, just as the front door of the building burst open. A dozen police, red jumpsuits and red helmets on, carrying assault rifles stormed in and began kicking in doors. Outside, it was dark. Jimmy pulled Annette to the street where a throng was gathering, watching the police at work. "What's going on?" he innocently asked. "Jimmy Mays was seen going in there," a woman said, clearly in awe. "Jimmy, no shit?" Jimmy said. "Wonder what he's doing here?" "Probably spreading his Constitution bull shit," a man said. "You know how those fucking radicals are. And if you don't listen to them, they just kill you." "Yeah, but nobody here's interested in that junk, huh?" Jimmy said and pulled Annette away from the crowd. Inside, screams and shots could be heard. "Ooh, sounds like they found him!" the woman laughed as a loud barrage of gunfire could be heard coming from an upper floor. **** Jimmy lay his jacket on the ground and Annette fussed and complained, but was soon fast asleep. At first, Jimmy was going to gently pull her thumb from her mouth; they were trying to discourage thumb sucking. "What the fuck does it matter?" he asked himself. The alley was dark, but thankfully, there were no dumpsters, no foul smells. No windows looked out into the alleyway; they were safe from prying eyes. Soon, he joined Annette in slumber; tomorrow, he'd try to figure out where they were and how to get out of this nightmare. **** "I got to pee," Annette whined. "Go ahead," Jimmy said and stood up. In the light of day, the alley actually looked relatively clean. Jimmy stiffly walked to the entrance and cautiously looked around. The street was deserted; obviously it was too early for the majority of early morning commuters to be out and about. "I'm hungry," Annette announced. "You're always hungry, Jelly Belly," Jimmy smiled and dug out one of the apples he'd plucked from the tree yesterday. "These are good apples; let's get some more," Annette asked. "Okay, you remember where we got them?" Jimmy asked her. After a long moment, Annette shook her head no. They walked down to the corner and Jimmy got his bearings; the sun was beginning to crest the horizon on his left; so right now they were facing south. Instinctively, he turned around and headed north. "Where we going, Grandpa?" Annette asked as she munched her apple. "I don't know, Annette," he answered, reminding himself not to snap. It wasn't her fault they were lost. It wasn't her fault she couldn't comprehend the eminent dangers all around them. It wasn't her fault she was always needing something. He smiled at her and cupped her sweet, innocent face in his hand. She smiled back and pushed her face into the palm of his hand. "I love you, Honey," he said quietly. "Love you more, Grandpa!" Annette loudly announced and giggled. He took her hand in his and began to walk again. **** The sun was beginning to warm the landscape; Jimmy carefully removed his jacket, but made sure the precious fruit did not fall out of the pockets. Annette was starting to moan under her breath; they would have to find somewhere to sit and rest. He selected a set of steps in front of a tall building and they sat down. Quantum Theorist "Here, eat this," Jimmy said and handed her one of the protein bars. "I don't like these," Annette whined. "Eat it, and some figs and I'll give you a surprise," Jimmy sang. "A surprise?" Annette asked, curious. "What?" "Well, if I tell you, it won't be a surprise, now will it?" Jimmy said. "You don't have a surprise," Annette sullenly said. "Maybe I do, maybe I don't, but you'll never know until you eat that bar and some figs, now will you?" Jimmy sang. She ate the protein bar, making faces to let Jimmy know she didn't like it. Jimmy ate one as well and had to agree with Annette; the wrapper may have declared the protein bar to be 'packed with delicious flavor,' but it tasted like children's paste to him. "Do I like figs?" Annette asked when Jimmy handed her four of the ripened fruit. "I'm pretty sure you do," Jimmy said. "You like fig newtons, right?" "Yeah, they're yummy," Annette agreed and ate the four fruit. "And now, for the big surprise," Jimmy said as Annette finished the last of the fruit. "Oh, cookies!" Annette gasped, delighted. "You're the best Grandpa in the whole world!" "And you're the best granddaughter in the whole world," Jimmy said and playfully tweaked her nose. He saw a woman crossing the street and watched her slowly waddle toward them. She was obviously in late pregnancy and he felt a stirring in his privates; he'd always thought pregnant women were the sexiest women in the world. When he and Sophia were first married, they'd planned on having several children. But Janet and Scott were the only ones; Sophia miscarried three children before declaring that she would not go through that heartbreak again. She had her tubes tied just after her thirtieth birthday. But Jimmy still found himself fantasizing from time to time about making love to a woman with a big round belly. The blonde woman looked to be in her early thirties; the closer she got, the more Jimmy could see that she was a quite attractive woman. The woman approached the steps were they sat and laboriously put one foot on the steps before looking up at them. Her eyes went wide and her face lost all color. "Jimmy?" she scarcely dared to breathe. "Jimmy, is that you?" Jimmy looked at the pretty woman's face but did not recognize her. "Oh my God!" the woman said and started sobbing. "They said you were, the chassis, they announced yesterday, Jimmy, I thought you were dead!" "No, no," Jimmy said, sensing that the woman posed no threat. "Grandpa, who's this?" Annette asked, frightened by the woman's behavior. "Grandpa?" the woman asked, noticing Annette for the first time. "Oh, Jimmy! IS this her? IS this Annette?" "Yes, this is my Jelly Belly," Jimmy said proudly. "Oh, my God, Jimmy, she's even prettier than you say," the woman smiled widely at Annette. Annette Buried her head in her grandfather's shoulder, embarrassed and delighted by the woman's words. "Hi sweetheart," the woman smiled at Annette. "I'm Myra, a friend of your Grandpa's." "Tell Miss Myra 'hi,'" Jimmy cajoled. "Hi," Annette mumbled. "Come on," Myra said and pulled her piad out of her coat pocket. "I'll bet you're starving." "Bone tired," Jimmy admitted. "And I'm sure I need a shower." "You smell like you always do," the woman whispered to him. "Like an animal ready to mount his bitch!" She led the way up three flights of stairs then opened a door. "Oh, Jimmy," she said and started crying again. "I really thought I'd never see you again, thought our baby would never know his wonderful father. When the broadcast came over the AIJ chassis and they showed the building and showed the AP dragging out all the bodies, I just knew they'd finally captured you." The baby in her belly was his? He didn't have time to think about it; Myra was hugging him tightly, making mewing sounds in her throat. "Grandpa's got a girlfriend," Annette sang and giggled. "Uh huh," Myra agreed and giggled. "Oh Jimmy, she really is adorable! I mean, I always love hearing you talk about her from the podium, but to finally get to see her..." "Bathroom," Jimmy said, embarrassed at his nearly painful erection. "You know where it is," Myra said. "Annette, you want some punch? Or how about a big glass of milk?" "Milk!" Annette agreed happily. "Good, milk's good for a growing girl; makes her strong and beautiful, huh?" Myra said. To Jimmy she said, "Go on, take your shower. And get out of those clothes; Whew!" "Uh huh, then what?" Jimmy asked. "Walk around naked?" "No, you put on some of your clothes, silly," Myra said as she poured a glass of milk. Jimmy found the bathroom easily enough; the apartment was small. There was just the living room/dining room combination small kitchenette, bedroom, and bathroom. Chapter 3 In the bathroom he found men's toiletries. He said a silent apology to the unknown man's whose razor he was using, and carefully scraped off the accumulated beard. "Okay, she's asleep on the couch," Myra said as she entered the bathroom and began stripping off her clothes. She paused and hugged him tightly. "Oh, Jimmy, you have no idea what I went through last night!" she began sobbing again. "I mean, they were showing all the dead bodies and celebrating and I was just crying and crying!" She pulled his face down and kissed him deeply. "Then I come home and there you are; Jimmy, I almost peed on myself!" she laughed. She squeezed him tightly again then resumed removing her clothing. ""Hurry up, slow poke," she teased and stepped into the shower stall. "Momma's ass needs a good pounding." "Momma's ass?" Jimmy asked, startled. "Well, yeah, you love fucking my ass," Myra laughed. "Right?" "Right," Jimmy said, feeling his erection throb all the more painfully. He'd tried to get Sophia to let him do that with her. After some wine and candles, she'd reluctantly agreed. But the moment his cock-head had touched her tightly clenched anus, she balked. So he'd never been able to indulge in that little desire of his. "Give me a second, though," she called out. "Need to shave my pussy real quick." "Oh," he sighed as his semen flooded his briefs. A shaved pussy was another thing he'd always fantasized about, but had never been able to get Sophia to agree to. She was adamant about it; a female co-worker had told her once that it itched terribly and Sophia would not entertain the idea at all. "All done," Myra sang out. "How 'bout you?" "Just about," Jimmy said, fighting hard to control his voice. "Come on, Baby, my ass is all greased up and ready, come fuck me good and hard," Myra coaxed. "Hold your horses, woman," Jimmy said as he quickly stripped off his clothes. "Need me to suck it first?" Myra asked as she looked up from her kneeling position. "Nah," Jimmy said and knelt behind her. The hot spray felt wonderful, invigorating. He gripped his erect cock in his hand and pressed it against Myra's tightly puckered rectum. She moaned appreciatively as he rubbed the head around her opening. "Damn it, Jimmy!" she moaned. "Quit playing with me and fuck me!" "Aah!" she cried out as he rammed his cock into her rectum to the hilt. She grunted, and then began bucking violently. Jimmy reached around and gripped one of her heavy breasts in his hand. "Son of a bitch!" she cried out. "Harder! Squeeze it harder! Milk me!" Jimmy gripped the other breast and squeezed them savagely. "Oh, Jimmy!" Myra groaned and lay her forehead on the floor of the shower. "Now, come up my ass! Shoot your load up my ass! Come on, give me that hot fucking sperm, mother fucker!" Jimmy felt his sperm boil up and stiffened as he came deep into Myra's intestines. "Good, so fucking good," Myra, crooned. Jimmy slowly released his fierce grip on Myra's large breasts and slumped back. His shit-soiled cock slithered out of Myra's rectum with a 'pop,' then a hiss was heard as Myra let loose with a fart. "Okay, I'll let you finish up your shower," Myra smiled at him, and cupped her pussy. "I'll be waiting in bed for your hot cock to give my poor little cunt a little attention too, hear?" Jimmy quickly soaped up his body, then rinsed off. **** "Slowly, ever so slowly, this administration started stripping away our freedoms," he heard an authoritative voice say. He looked around and saw an image on the far wall. "'Combustion engines are bad,' so they take that away. Then they say 'there's too many cars on the road, our police and our fire men and our ambulances are having too much trouble getting to those that need us,' so they take away the individual's rights to own our own vehicles. 'Don't worry,' they say. 'We'll get you where you need to go,' and pack us into their busses and their trams.' Then they tell us, 'It's too expensive to run ALL those busses and trams; you need to walk.' Well, damn it! I want my motorcycle back!" a man said and paused for the cheers to die down. Jimmy stared at himself delivering a powerful speech to an immense audience. "Damn it, I want my rights back!" Jimmy thundered. "I want the right to put something exciting between my legs!" He waited for the cheers to die down. "No, not you, Noel" He said and there was much laughter. "I want the right to burn fossil fuel, to use the highways my tax dollars paid for, MY tax dollars! I want the right to use the roads my tax dollars paid for, to use the Harley my discretionary income paid for, and have a beautiful woman holding tight on me, and she may or may not be screaming as we barrel down the highway." A few women screamed "I'll ride with you, Jimmy!" and the audience cheered. "That's a shame, Honey," jimmy said sadly. "That's a real fucking shame. 'Cause we can't go riding; they took that right away from us. We can't use our highway; they took that right away from us. And you know what the worst fucking thing is?" He looked out at the audience and waited a moment. "The worst thing is, we let them. We let them take these rights away from us. We GAVE them our rights, and we did it without a fight! We just gave them our rights, our freedoms and didn't even have the balls to say 'Stop! Enough! Those are my rights and I will not let you take them from me!' No! We didn't stop them!" Jimmy thundered, banging his fist on the podium. " Well, no more! The Constitution of the United States of America says that I have rights! I fought in the jungles of Vietnam to protect the Constitution, for our rights, and now I'm asking you to fight in the jungles of Alabama, of Mississippi, of Georgia! The jungles of Missouri, of Washington D.C., of New Jersey! I'm asking you to fight for our rights! For the rights of our children! Of my little Annette! Will you? Will you fight for our rights? Will you?" "That was the night you got me knocked up," Myra murmured s she lay in the bed, lazily rubbing her hairless slit. Jimmy watched as he continued to give an impassioned speech, calling these people to action. He had failed Speech Class in high school; part of the reason he found himself in the jungles of Vietnam. He had chronic stage fright. But he seemed to have overcome it; if the enthralled crowd was any judge. "My little Annette," Jimmy said to the audience. "My little angel; she's locked away in that government bureaucracy, locked away from ever seeing her Grandpa. My beautiful granddaughter cannot see me, because 'she's receiving the loving care she needs,' and a visit from me may undo all the good. That's what they tell me; I'll undo all the good." Jimmy quit listening; the outlook seemed so bleak. Instead, he got into the bed with Myra and slid his resurging erection into her wet pussy. "That's it, Baby, fuck Momma good," Myra urged him. Again, he gripped her breasts tightly and she grunted and groaned in orgasm. "No, no, don't waste it," she gasped. "Give Momma the protein she needs; come in my mouth." **** Jimmy came to, listening to himself delivering another speech. Obviously Myra had a collection of these. "President Ahkmed In-Jari says he is an Agnostic; he does not know if there is a God or not. He calls himself a Quantum Theorist, a person that formulates theories and hypothesis to determine whether or not there is a Supreme Being, a Creator, and a God. Well, Mr. In-Jari, there is a God. He is not a theory, he is not a hypothesis, He is real and He is here! He is here in these rooms! He is here in our hearts!" Jimmy said to many cheers. Jimmy found men's' clothing hanging in one of the closets and put on a pair of slacks and almost laughed out loud. They were a little snug, but they fit him. He slipped a shirt on and then pulled on a pair of loafers. He went into the living room and smiled; Annette lay on the couch, covered in a light blanket, thumb firmly planted in her mouth. "Hungry?" a nude Myra asked quietly and Jimmy looked at her for a moment. "Kind of, but I'd rather wait until Annette wakes up; she's going to be hungry too," Jimmy said. "And that's why I fell in love with you," Myra smiled. "Always thinking of others first, before yourself." Jimmy was a little surprised; he always thought of himself as a little selfish, a little self-absorbed, except when it came to his Annette. And even then, it was a little selfish of him; he loved her because she loved him. "Uh huh," he smiled. "So, I can either take a little nap, or I can fuck your hot ass. What you think?" "Or you can do both," an obviously horny Myra suggested. "Fuck my hot ass, then nap. Or, how about this? Fuck my ass, take a nap, then wake up and fuck my ass again?" "I think we got a winner," Jimmy smiled and tugged the woman back to the bedroom. She eagerly scrambled onto the bed and knelt and put her shoulders to the bed. She reached behind herself and gripped her ass cheeks and spread them wide. "Give it to me, give me that hot fucking cock," Myra whined. **** Jimmy woke up to see Annette looking down at him. Her face was wrinkled up in discomfort. "Grandpa, I pooed on myself," she said, embarrassed, then burst into tears of shame. "Shh, shh, accidents happen," Jimmy soothed. "Come on, let's clean ourselves up. It'll be all right." "Oh, poor baby," Myra crooned. "Come on, I'll clean this up. Grandpa, get us a pair of my old jeans; I bet they'll fit Miss Annette. And see if you can find maybe some clean undies?" "I didn't mean to," Annette sobbed as Myra dragged the embarrassed girl into the bathroom. "I know, I know," Myra soothed. "Accident's happen. You want to hear something? Sometimes, when I sneeze? I pee on my self! Can you believe? I go 'Achoo!' and then I go 'Oh shoot!'" Jimmy dug around in the closet and found a pair of jeans, and a drawer of panties. He dug around, but finally had to grit his teeth and select a pair of thong panties. He thought they were sexy, too sexy and inappropriate for his Annette. He stuck the jeans and the panties into the bathroom and lay them on the floor. Over the running shower, he could hear Myra murmuring and Annette laughing. "I know, I know, bubble baths are the best, huh?" Myra said. "Next time, we'll take a bubble bath, okay?" **** "I don't think I like omelets," Annette whispered, not very quietly to her Grandpa as Myra cooked their dinner. "Um, you like scrambled eggs?" Jimmy asked. "Uh huh," Annette agreed. "And you like cheese?" Jimmy asked. "Yeah," Annette said. "And you like bacon and tomatoes?" Jimmy asked. "Yeah, especially on hamburgers," Annette said. "Then guess what?" Jimmy said. "What?" Annette asked. "You like omelets then, 'cause an omelet's got scrambled eggs, and cheese and sometimes tomatoes, and sometimes onions, and sometimes bell peppers, and sometimes they even got boogers," Jimmy said. "Booger?" Annette screeched. "Miss Myra, my omelet ain't got no boogers in it huh?" "No, no boogers in yours, but there's plenty of them in your Grandpa's omelet," Myra smiled "Mm, good," Jimmy said. "Oh, make my boogers extra crispy, okay?" "Disgusting," Myra shook her head. "Yeah, disgusting," Annette, agreed. "Think you'll be ready for tomorrow night?" Myra asked Jimmy. "Tomorrow?" Jimmy asked. "The AIJ Building?" Myra reminded him. "AIJ Building?" he asked. "Jimmy, Tomorrow night. The AIJ Building; we have a rally in the basement?" Myra said, concerned. "Remember? Since In-Jari's goons keep shutting down our independents, we're going to broadcast from their main propaganda dissemination point?" Jimmy slowly shook his head; none of what Myra was saying made a bit of sense to him. "And even though we all thought you were dead, we were still planning to go ahead with the rally," Myra said, tears beginning to form in her eyes. "Jimmy? What's wrong? You hit your head or something when you ran out of that building?" "That must be it," Jimmy said, hoping for an easy answer that would satisfy Myra's curiosity. "Oh, Jimmy!" Myra wailed. "You hit your head?" Annette asked, concerned. "Eat your omelet, Jelly Belly," Jimmy told her. "Want me to call it off?" Myra asked. "I can use the piad from the broadcaster's booth..." "That's where I know you from!" Jimmy said. When they'd witnessed the brutal slaying of the independent broadcaster, a woman had appeared on the screen, proclaiming a victory for President In-Jari. He was sitting right across the table from the woman, Myra Gordon. "Well, yeah," Myra said, truly concerned. "When we became lovers, I told you I would quit, but you said no, the best way to defeat the enemy was from within." "And who better to let us know what In-Jari has planned?" Jimmy said thoughtfully. "Exactly!" Myra said, relieved. **** Annette reminded Myra that she was supposed to have a bubble bath, and Myra let the girl stay in the tub for as long as she wanted. They lay in the bed, slowly, tenderly making love, listening to Annette splash around in the tub. "I love you, I love you, I love you," Myra whispered to Jimmy. "You are my love, my life, James Robert Mays." "Love you too," Jimmy mumbled. Sleep was winning him over. A full belly and a hot woman and a soft bed were more than his tired frame could handle. "Good night, Grandpa," Annette said as Myra bustled the girl out of the bedroom to the couch. "Goodnight, Jelly Belly, say your prayers," Jimmy mumbled. **** "No, no, wear the black one," Myra ordered. "Commands attention. And since they said that you were dead, this will really command attention!" "Um, shouldn't I be wearing a disguise?" Jimmy nervously asked. "No, Baby," Myra smiled. "One, they think you're dead, and two, the last fucking place they'll expect to see you is right in the heart of their very own chassis!" Annette looked at all of Myra's clothing, her pre-maternity clothing, trying to decide what she should wear to this rally, this party that had Myra so excited. "Here, Sweetheart, why don't you wear this?" Myra suggested, showing Annette a pair of distressed jeans and a silk blouse. "Okay," Annette happily agreed. "Okay, I think we're ready," Myra smiled and the trio left the apartment. **** Jimmy looked out the window of the electric tram, looking at the scenery. A good deal of it looked familiar, even though the majority of the buildings were in horrible states of disrepair. "In-Jari's been putting the money toward his own buildings, his own projects," Myra hissed, her displeasure evident. "Any independently owned buildings, he just taxes the owners to the point that they have no choice but to give up their rights to the building. Then he comes in and either tears them down, or refurbishes them and he's the big hero." "So success is punished," Jimmy murmured. "Dependency is rewarded and independency is crushed." "Beautiful," Myra murmured. "Baby, you, you, you just know how to express what so many of us feel." Quantum Theorist "Uh huh," Jimmy said, still trying to figure out where they were, where home was." **** "Jimmy!" Jimmy heard a young man exclaim under his breath as the three of them got off the tram. "Jimmy!" he heard again as they took the stairs down to the street. "It's Jimmy!" a few more people breathed under their breath as they walked briskly up the stairs to the massive glass doors of the Ahkmed In-Jair Broadcasting Building. "Is it really you?" a middle aged man in a light tan suit breathed as Myra used her piad to instruct the elevator to take them down to the basement. "It is indeed," Jimmy said in a strong voice. "Oh, my God!" the man burst into tears and hugged Jimmy fiercely. "When I heard they'd killed you..." "Jimmy!" a woman shrieked as the quartet got off the elevator and stepped into a throng of people. The loud buzz of people talking came to an abrupt stop and people turned to stare at the man in the black suit. Jimmy smiled with a confidence he certainly did not feel and strode briskly, purposefully toward a lectern on a small platform. Reaching the platform, he bounded onto it and walked to the lectern. He did not know where his courage was coming from, where his inspiration was coming from, until he looked at his adoring granddaughter. She was in awe of him, of her Grandpa. "Imagine, if you will, a man falls right in the middle of this country, say from ten years ago," Jimmy said into the microphone. "What do you think he would see? Would he see an age of prosperity? Would he see an era where success is a reward? Where achievements are acknowledged, where individuality is encouraged?" The crowd murmured amongst themselves. "Or, would he see, through his fresh, innocent eyes, a world where dependency is rewarded, where independency is crushed?" The murmuring took on an angry tone. "Damn it, people!" Jimmy thundered. "Damn it! I'm looking at a country I do not want any part of, a country I'm ashamed of, a country I do not want my Annette, my little Jelly Belly to have to live in! And I say, 'enough is enough!' It is time we stood up, stood up as one and said 'enough is enough!' We want our rights back and we want them back now!" He looked out at the few hundred people crammed into the basement of the AIJ Building. "Well you stand with me? Will you stand with me and say 'Enough is enough?' Will you do it and are you ready to do it now? Not tomorrow; we've seen what happens when we wait until tomorrow. Not next year; we don't have a next year. Now! Right now! This very instant! Are you ready to stand with me?" Jimmy said and stormed off the podium toward the elevator. "That's my man!" Myra said and kissed his cheek. "Jesus betrayed with a kiss," Jimmy suddenly thought and shoved Myra in front of him and threw himself on top of Annette. Two hundred red jump-suited police burst into the room and sprayed the screaming people with a barrage of lethal firepower. As they surrounded the screaming Constitutionalists, they also struck several of their own in their frenzied ambush, but did not stop firing until their rifles were emptied of bullets. Of the thirty-two police officers killed that night, the commissioner would claim the Constitutionalists killed them. The slain officers would be hailed as heroes, laying down their lives for President Ahkmed In-Jari. There were also twenty-seven officers that were wounded in the fracas. Twenty-two of them would be unable to return to active duty. "He's here! I found him!" Jimmy heard someone yell, then felt hands pulling at him. He lashed out and felt a little satisfaction as he heard bone break. Then someone struck him in the back of the head and darkness fell. Chapter 4 He came to, seated on the edge of a hard bench. Jail. He was in a jail cell. The room itself was six feet by eight feet. There was the bench, a toilet with no seat, no lid, and a small metal sink. In front of him, from the left wall to the right wall were bars. He could see the small hinges, signifying where the door would be. He got to his feet and tried the door. It was secure. He smiled sardonically to himself. He was Jimmy Mays, dangerous renegade Constitutionalist. Of course they would lock the door. They would lock the door and throw away the key. Where was Annette? He remembered hands roughly yanking him off of her; he'd protected her from the hail of bullets. He remembered hearing her scream in fear. Then the blackness had fallen. "Ah, you're awake," a smirking man said. Jimmy could see from the name badge that dangled from the jump suit's collar that this was lieutenant Jenkins. "A lieutenant?" Jimmy sneered with a confidence he did not feel. "They have a lowly lieutenant guarding me?" The young man's face darkened in embarrassment. "Yeah, I'm just a lieutenant, but I pulled number thirteen, mother fucker. And you know what that means," Lieutenant Jenkins spat. "You'll be the thirteenth guy to suck my cock?" Jimmy asked nonchalantly. "Or the thirteenth to kiss my pasty white ass?" "No, I'll be the thirteenth guy to fuck your little Jelly Belly," the young man hissed. "And since I'm number thirteen, I get first crack at her tight little shit hole." Jimmy felt like fainting. He forced himself to show none of this to the glowering Lieutenant Jenkins. "Yeah? It ain't all that tight," Jimmy sneered. "I've stretched it all out with my big Jimmy. She'll probably be asking you 'is it in yet?'" It sickened him to say those horrible things about his precious little granddaughter. "Bull shit!" the man said and unzipped his jump suit. Jimmy looked as Lieutenant Jenkins pulled out an impressive eight inches. He made a show of squinting at it. "That it?" Jimmy said. "Mother fucker, maybe you need to get a little closer; you old farts can't see worth shit anyway," Lieutenant Jenkins sneered and stepped closer to the bars. Jimmy drove the heel of his hand into the lieutenant's nose, driving the nose bone into the young man's brain, killing him instantly. He struggled, but managed to hold the man's limp body up with his left hand while he felt in the man's pockets with his right hand. The piad. Maybe the piad would unlock the cell. He grunted as he struggled to insert the card into the slot of the door. It popped open and he smiled. "Us old farts don't get to be old farts by being dumb ass punks, 'lieutenant Jenkins,'" he hissed and dragged the man into the cell. **** The guard sat up straight as Lieutenant Jenkins made his way toward him. "She in there?" Jimmy asked. "Or they move her yet?" "No, no, she's in there; they're just starting," the guard snickered. "You know, telling her what they going to do to her. She's all crying and stuff, and telling them her Grandpa's going to beat them up! Believe that?" "Uh huh," Jimmy smiled. "That thing loaded?" "This?" the guard asked, indicating his assault rifle. "Full clip, want to see?" "Yes, I do," Jimmy, agreed. The guard handed jimmies the rifle. Jimmy looked it over carefully and disengaged the safety. The guard opened his mouth to protest and Jimmy jammed the barrel into the kid's mouth and pulled the trigger. Muffled by his mouth, the powerful gun barely made an audible pop, but the damage was substantial. The guard's brains liberally splattered on the cinderblock wall next to the door. Jimmy sat the boy back in his set, then pulled the boy's piad out of the right pocket and inserted it into the door's lock. "Stop it!" Annette demanded as one goon squeezed her breasts. Another guard pulled out his erect cock and approached the frightened girl. "You're going to suck this, hear? And if you bite me, I'll knock out every one of your teeth, fucking retard." "I'm not retarded," Annette denied hotly. "Hey, hey, number thirteen ready for action!" Jimmy jovially said as he strolled into the room. "Fuck, Jenkins!" said the guard that was preparing to stick his cock into Annette's mouth. "We ain't even started face fucking her yet and you already wanting her shit hole?" "Got a better idea," jimmy said. "Why don't I fuck your face?" The guard turned around and Jimmy shot him at point blank range. Five more shots took care of the other guards, too surprised to react quickly enough. "Grandpa!" Annette cried out. "Shh, shh, Honey," Jimmy cautioned. One of the guards was only slightly taller than Annette so Jimmy stripped his jump suit off and helped Annette cover her nudity. "Come on, Honey, I don't know how much time we got," Jimmy said urgently as he pulled the girl into the corridor. He happened to see daylight and looked over his shoulder. It was a glass door, showing the outside world just a dozen yards away. "I want to go home," Annette whined. "Me too, Jelly Belly, me too," Jimmy said and pulled the girl to the door. "Shift ain't over yet, Jenkins," a guard said. "Alarm going off on Martin Luther King Drive," Jimmy said. Captain said gets our fat asses out there ASAP." "Yes sir," the guard said and stepped aside. Jimmy instinctively knew to insert his piad into the door to unlock it. He and Annette stepped outside and breathed the air. **** He forced himself to walk slowly, calmly toward a police motorcycle. "Grandpa, I don't like motorcycles," Annette whispered, truly frightened. "You don't?" Jimmy pretended to be surprised. "Then why are you always asking me for a ride on one?" "I do?" Annette asked him. "Yeah, you do, and then you're always saying 'faster, go faster!'" Jimmy lied. He felt horrible about lying to the girl, but did not see any other options. There were no other vehicles around. You sure?" Annette asked, still doubtful. "Uh huh," Jimmy said and got onto the motorcycle. "Get on and hold on tight." She did and gripped him very tightly, obviously still quite frightened. He inserted his piad into the appropriate slot, and then pushed the start button. The powerful electric motor immediately began to whine loudly. Annette started crying in fear, bringing a few tears to Jimmy's eyes as well. He hated hearing Annette cry. He looked over her shoulder and happened to see the façade of the building they'd just left. It was the Georgia Dome. He'd watched the Atlanta Falcons play at that very facility. "Hot fucking damn!" he laughed out loud. "Annette, I know where we are! Come on, Jelly Belly, let's go home!" She started howling in fear as he put the motorcycle in gear and zipped away from the Georgia Dome. He could barely breathe, so tightly did she grip him; and he knew they had at least thirty-seven miles to go. **** There was very little traffic on what was left of Interstate 85. Other than the occasional police car, Jimmy saw a few trucks, all with Assimile on the sides of their trailers. He felt wetness on his rump and realized that Annette had wet herself. He couldn't help but smile about it; the poor girl was still bravely gripping him tightly though. Exit 99, Jimmy Carter Boulevard came up and he slowed only slightly to make the turn. He made another right at the first street, then a left at the third street and slowed down to turn left once more onto his street. **** His house. It had been desecrated. There were signs of someone setting fire to it. Someone had spray-painted 'Traitor' on the front door. The windows facing the street had been smashed. He sopped and killed the engine. Annette got off and kicked him hard on his shin. "I hate you!" she screamed at him. She swung her fist at him but he easily caught her hand and pulled her to him for a hug. "I hate you," she sobbed. "I don't like motorcycles; they scare me!" "I know, Sweetheart, I know," he soothed. "I don't like motorcycles," she sobbed as he held her. "I don't want to ride no more!" "No more," he agreed. A ragged looking mutt came running from the back yard, growling menacingly at them, teeth bared. Jimmy hefted the rifle. "Cuddles!" Annette cried out and hugged the dog. "Annette, no!" Jimmy cried out, terrified. The dog yapped for joy and licked his Mistress's face happily. Jimmy was baffled; how could Annette see the cute little puppy in this mangy looking beast? But obviously she could and obviously the dumb beast recognized Annette. He looked again at his home. How could they do this to his home? Sighing heavily, he walked around to the rear of the house. More damage could be seen; obviously he was a very hated man by many in his neighborhood. Sophia had always been the one to reach out to new neighbors. She had always been the one to walk over and introduce herself. And when she heard that someone was sick, she made them chicken noodle soup. If it was a child that was ill, they also got her chocolate chip cookies. When she died, he had not kept up the tradition. Last he remembered, there were four or five new neighbors, well, four or five new families that had moved in since her death. He couldn't recall any of their names; he'd never bothered to find out what they were. And obviously they'd felt the same about him; they'd not bothered to stop the destruction to his home. Or they may have even participated in it. "Grandpa, what happened to your house?" Annette asked, sobbing. "I don't know, Annette," he said and sat down on the flower box. The sinkhole. He looked over at where the sinkhole was. There was a holly bush, a wildly overgrown holly bush where the sinkhole had been. He smiled. He'd planted that holly bush there to keep Annette and that scrawny mutt from ever falling into the sloppy muddy mess again. "I think I know how to get home," he said and walked rapidly around to the front of the house again. His shovel leaned up against the wall, blade still sharp, with a light sheen of oil on it. He said a silent prayer of thanks to the United States Military for training him to take care of his equipment. "Take care of your equipment, boy, and it will take care of you!" Drill Sergeant Perry had bellowed in his face, spittle spraying. "Understand me, boy?" He stepped back outside and hurried toward the holly bush. "Oh, good," Annette said as Jimmy began to dig around the bush. "I hate that big old thing. It always sticks me." The root system was deep and wide; ten years had given the bush a tremendous foothold. How to get it out of the ground was a bit of a dilemma. "The motorcycle, dumb ass," he said. A good length of chain was looped around the base of the bush and Jimmy slowly increased the pressure on the throttle until he could hear the root system giving way. The motorcycle lurched sickeningly then accelerated rapidly as the bush lost its hold on the earth. "Jimmy Mays!" he heard the loudspeaker announce, then saw the electric helicopter lift over the neighbor's home. "Freeze! Stay where you are!" "Grandpa!" Annette cried out. "Come on!" Jimmy yelled and grabbed Annette's arm. "Freeze, or we will fire!" the loudspeaker announced. Jimmy pushed Annette into the hole that the holly bush had left behind then jumped in after her. He could hear the 'ack-ack' of gunfire. **** He shoved her upward and followed right behind and looked around. The house was restored to its former state. Windows all intact, no obscenities spray-painted on it. Sophia's flower box was still attached to the porch. The cute little puppy yapped and barked and ran around Annette's ankles. The sinkhole was just a muddy puddle. Home," Jimmy breathed a sigh in relief. "I'm hungry," Annette declared. "You're always hungry," Jimmy laughed. "You said you were going to make tuna mac and cheese," Annette reminded him. "Okay, let's see if it's close to ready," Jimmy said and ran up the porch steps to the back door of the house. The microwave beeped as he entered the kitchen. He took the steaming noodles out of the microwave and stirred in the powdered cheese concoction. He drained the can of tuna fish, catching the spring water in a bowl, and putting the bowl on the floor for Cuddles. The telephone rang just as he put Annette's plate in front of her. "Hello?" he asked. "Hello, Mr. Mays," a man's voice said. "This is Ahkmed In-Jari. Mr. Mays, the game has just begun." "And I will be ready," Jimmy said, setting his jaw firmly. "Oh, buddy, you better believe, I will be ready! You better start believing in God, mother fucker, 'cause you're going to be seeing Him." The End.