0 comments/ 53867 views/ 3 favorites Inferno By: mftalbot All day long she had felt restless, at least ever since she got to work...it had started as just a hint of horniness when she got to work, but built throughout the day, to the point that she couldn't wait for 5 o'clock to arrive, so she could get home and do something to relieve the aching in her most tender of places. In the car on the drive home, it got to be difficult to drive, as she imagined the pleasure she would soon be feeling; she ran a couple of stop signs without even realizing it--her focus was getting to that place where pleasure could take over... The 10-minute drive seemed to last hours, but she finally pulled into her driveway, and almost forgot to turn off the car, in her eagerness to get inside. At that moment, a pile of oily rags started to catch fire in the closet that was on the other side of a solid wall from her shower. Finally she was home! She peeled off her clothes as she walked to her room to get a towel, making a trail from the front door to her room, and then to the bathroom. One hand ripped off her panties, while the other turned on the water in her shower and grabbed the shower massager, and she stepped in. Her clit was so hard it almost hurt. She started the massager down low, just a slow pulse, and lowered it to her eager spot. MMMM, that felt good! Even at that slow speed, the pulsing against her clit was delicious... In the closet next to her bathroom, the fire was spreading. It had consumed the rags, and was now spreading throughout the closet, consuming everything on the shelves. It finally began to get into the wall separating the fiery closet from the shower where she, unaware of the danger, was savoring the pleasures of her flesh. And what pleasure it was...she could feel herself rising, and adjusted the massage faster to match the urgency she felt in her clit and lips. She could tell the orgasm she had thought about all day was going to be incredible, but tried to keep control and not lose it too soon, so she could enjoy the buildup. She tried, that is, but soon she could feel the telltale signs of an approaching climax. As she usually did when she was about to peak, she set the massager on a soap dish jutting out from the wall--at exactly the right height so she could let go of it, and lean onto it with most of her weight. She adjusted the flow rate to maximum massage, and felt the pounding pulse bring her close to the brink. One inch away from the soap dish and massager (and her aching clit), the inferno was eating relentlessly into the wall, consuming the plaster behind the tiles that lined her shower, and licking at the screws that held her soap dish in place. In the shower, she felt a growing urgency deep inside, an urgency that slowly made its way toward her loins...the pleasure was getting unbelievably intense, and she hadn't even come yet. As she got to the edge, she felt the hair on her neck stand on end, and her mouth formed a silent scream of greedy desire. She leaned on the massager with all her weight, and her upper body bent inward, as she willed the release that was just an instant away... Yet, she felt something was different...a whole new level of pleasure was approaching, a level she hadn't known was possible. (She had no way of knowing that she had a unique mutation in the pleasure-center of her brain, a mutation that made possible a level of sexual pleasure that was unknown to the rest of womankind...) She strained for it, but it approached much more slowly than her usual climaxes. She felt herself on the very brink of ecstasy, this new pleasure so close...almost there...almost there...almossst therrre...and still it wouldn't release her...her body trembled as she strained with all her strength, every muscle tightening...without even realizing it, she began to voice a high-pitched sound, a desperate, frantic wailing for the release to come...the orgasm got even more tantalizingly close; she could begin to feel the slightest hint of what it was going to feel like, and that "hint" was more intense than the best climax of her life up to that point...her anticipation became almost unbearable...she moved her hips slightly, to ensure that her clit was as open and vulnerable as possible to the incredible pounding of the vibrating jets from the massager... Behind the wall, the white-hot flame melted one of the screws holding the soap dish to the wall. A jet of fire shot through the hole, and began to heat a spot on the pulsing massager, a spot that was directly opposite her hard, straining clit... She got even closer to release, and her awareness narrowed so that all she was conscious of was her desperate, waiting mound, and the vibrations bringing the impending explosion of pleasure. Her wide eyes were fixed on the massager, every fiber of her being crying out desperately for it to bring the ecstasy she knew was coming. "Come ON!" she breathed desperately, pleading with her body...She moved her body frantically on the massager, but only slightly; she didn't dare lose the awesome stimulation by moving her clit out of the pulsing stream... At last, she felt the barrier giving way! As she felt herself pass the point of no return, she closed her eyes, threw her head back, and screamed with a mixture of frantic anticipation and relief...there was an instant of suspension, as the orgasm gathered strength, and then it came on like a freight train. Her first instant of pleasure came suddenly, with unbelievable intensity (again, this was no ordinary orgasm!); she gasped at the sheer volume of pleasure, and it was just starting--she hadn't even had her first, clenching contraction! Her already-hard clitoris expanded even more, and filled with unimaginable pleasure, that kept increasing...the first instant of pleasure was far beyond her anticipation; it was as far above her usual orgasm-pleasure as her regular orgasm was above ordinary, non-orgasmic arousal! It was an orgasm's orgasm, and kept getting better...after half a minute of filling, she had her first contraction: she tightened her vagina as hard as she could, to squeeze every morsel of pleasure... and her clit began feeding its pleasure through her lips to her tightly-clenched vagina...down her legs...up her abdomen...into her breasts and rock-hard nipples...even her scalp was tingling. She screamed again, wildly, like an animal, a sound of pure, lustful pleasure. That first contraction lasted for thirty seconds or more, and she stopped moving, so that there could be no distraction from this exquisite feeling her clit was feeding her entire body...and that clit was still feeling a relentlessly-increasing, unbearable pleasure continue to fill it. The second contraction came immediately after the first, and took her breath away...this was a new level! ... "FFFUUUCCKKKKKK", she cried, in one long, wavering howl...she looked down through half-lidded eyes at the massager; some corner of her mind needed to make sure it would not slip and end the stimulation of her priceless clit...she felt as if her whole body had become one big, hard clitoris...and this contraction lasted a full minute... During that minute, the jet of fire was shooting out of the wall, behind the massager, out of her sight and awareness, and melted a hole through the plastic case on the back of the humming massager. If it burned all the way through to the front, it was in line to burn and destroy the precious organ that was giving her such newfound bliss... She felt she could bear no more, but as the third long contraction began, she knew it would be even longer and better than the first two. Her breath came in ragged gasps, and she moaned helplessly, and strained to open her pleasure-organ even further to the pulsing stream of water on it. Ending this all-consuming pleasure was unthinkable to her; in fact, it had become truly impossible for her to do anything except FEEL, as her body milked her clit for every incredible sensation it was feeding her, sensation that kept intensifying... The flame-jet narrowly missed the massaging mechanism inside the massager, and made its way toward the front (and her throbbing organ), but was slowed down by all the water...it still slowly advanced, coming within a millimeter of her clit... As the fourth contraction began, some part of her mind sensed the water getting warmer, but that only increased her pleasure; her heart pounding, she began furiously grinding her lips and clitoris on the massager, panting wildly as she did so: she needed to savor every wrenching feeling it was feeding her clit...her face was a mask of intense concentration as she abandoned all other thoughts but Getting Pleasure...she felt the next contraction approach, but there was no pause between them any more; she just smoothly began to rise to the next incredible level. All thoughts of discontinuing were gone; she completely abandoned herself to the pleasure this amazing orgasm was giving her... Just before the flame would have broken through the front and forever deprived her of the organ that was now her only awareness, the door to the closet gave way, for it was thinner than the wall, and fire burned through it in the second or so before burning all the way through the massager. The fire was then released to pour its fury into the hallway, and the jet of flame on the massager subsided as the fire blew itself out. She was oblivious to the noise outside the bathroom door, or to anything else except her own feeling...her fifth contraction was under way, the longest yet, bringing with it new sensations all its own... Inferno *Author's Note: Any persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. . Chapter 1 Kenneth Kay came to in the rear of an ambulance as it screamed west on I-10, racing toward Lafayette General. Great, retching coughs began to wrack his body and the EMT gently assisted him in rolling onto his side to help clear the airway of any mucus or regurgitation. "What the fuck happened?" Kenneth coughed out. Factory caught on fire," the EMT said. "What?" Kenneth asked, horrified. "Everyone all right?" The EMT didn't answer him, just continued to monitor Kenneth's vitals and then adjusted the mask back over Kenneth's mouth and nose so Kenneth's lungs could fill with oxygen. The emergency room of Lafayette General filled with the victims of the Bender factory fire and were triaged and seen in order of severity. "No, no, you see her first," Kenneth demanded as the orderly began to wheel him into a station ahead of Patsy Bordelon. "You got head injuries; she got burns," the orderly corrected him. "What?" I ain't got no..." Kenneth said then blacked out again. When he came to, there was bright sunlight streaming through his window. The room was a semi-private room; Big Mike occupied the other bed. They called him 'Big' Mike as a joke; the man was just over five feet tall. Big Mike was also very stocky, back chest and arms a mass of rippling muscles. "Man, we fucking lucky even be alive," Big Mike groaned out when he noticed that Kenneth was awake. "Uh huh," Kenneth groaned, not feeling very lucky. "Heard some of us died," Big Mike went on, then Kenneth heard Big Mike sob softly. "Oh God," Kenneth moaned, morning the loss of his friends and fellow workers. "Man, what the fuck happened?" Big Mike asked. "Man, I don't know; was getting me a coke out the machine, next thing I know there I am, waking up in some ambulance," Kenneth admitted. Four days later, Lafayette General released Kenneth Kay. Big Mike had sustained a broken back and would be in the hospital for several more days. Jennifer Kay, Kenneth's wife, drove the forty miles from Bender to Lafayette to pick her husband up. The tall blonde let him know she wasn't all that thrilled to have to have to make the long drive. Kenneth sat next to her and wondered, not for the first time, why he had ever married the shrill woman. Yes, she was beautiful, or had been beautiful nineteen years ago, standing behind the counter of McDonald's, but beauty alone was not enough to justify her attitude or behavior. Their marriage was the usual 'guess what dear' arrangement and Kenneth agreed to do the right thing and marry the frightened, angry Jennifer Moore and give the child that grew in her belly a loving home. He put his dream of becoming a professional baseball player on the back shelf, along with his dreams of becoming a rock star bass guitarist and took a gob at the Bender mattress factory. When he found out that the Midnight to Eight shifts paid twenty cents more an hour, he leapt at the chance. "No, no, see, the more we can save up, Sweetie, the sooner we can get out of this dumpy apartment and get our own house for you, me, and Kenny," Kenneth said, rubbing his wife's swelling belly. Jennifer gave birth to a beautiful little blonde girl and named her Jadia Ann Kay. "Jadia?" Kenneth screwed up his face at the odd name. "Yeah, see, I was in school with this girl; her momma named her Veresa, you know? Instead of like 'Theresa' and I remember thinking that was so cool that her momma loved her enough to give her baby her very own name, you know? I mean, there's like a hundred Jennifers all over the place, but how many Veresas you know, huh?" Jennifer explained. "Jadia?" Kenneth asked again. "Where the fuck that come from?" "Yeah, it's like Nadia, but with a 'J,' get it?" Jennifer said. Kenneth sighed, knowing that it would do no good to argue the point with Jennifer; her mind was made up. Before Jadia was even walking, Jennifer announced that they were again expecting. "Fine, but I get to name this one," Kenneth insisted. "Uh huh," Jennifer said, having no intention of letting him name her baby. Jelissa Amy Kay came out also sporting a thick head of blonde and her mother's mean blue eyes. "Jelissa?" Kenneth asked, frowning. "My mom's name is Melissa, so it's like Melissa, but with a 'J,'" Jennifer explained, then continued to coo and croon to the wrinkled up baby. "Sounds like a n*gger name," Bernice Kay, Kenneth's mother whispered loudly to Kenneth. Kenneth had scrimped and saved, despite Jennifer's ability to spend extravagantly and managed to put together a tidy sum toward his dream of owning a house for his family. "Fine, you can buy it, but I'm not living here," Jennifer snarled when Kenneth showed her the home they could afford. "It's a starter home," he patiently tried to explain. "I've got enough saved up to where we can buy it outright and then we fix it up and sell it and put that money toward a bigger house." But Jennifer decided the bigger house would come now, not later and forced Kenneth to put the tidy sum toward a much larger house. At fourteen percent interest, the mortgage easily swallowed more than half his paycheck. As the three women and Kenneth settled into their home, Jennifer announced that they were again going to be blessed with another baby. "God damn, Honey!" Kenneth whined. "I can barely keep us fed! And now we're going to have another baby?" Six year old Jadia and five year old Jelissa decided that they hated Jacy Alice Kay and tormented the small brunette infant as often as they could. Kenneth did not even ask about the baby's name, nor did he ask about the parentage of the infant. He and Jennifer were both blondes and both had light blue eyes. In Kenneth's family tree, there had been only one other brunette in the last hundred years and no one was quite sure of Oliver Kay's parentage either. But even Oliver had light blue eyes, not the deep brown eyes of Jacy Kay. Of Jennifer's lineage, very little was known; most of her kin had lost contact with one another years ago. So, it was possible that brown hair and brown eyes was a recessive gene somewhere in Jennifer's genealogy. But Jacy was, from the very day of her birth, a Daddy's girl. Jennifer contented herself with caring for her two girls, leaving Jacy's care to her father. And leaving Jacy's protection to her father as well. "Mom! He hit me!" Jelissa screeched at the top of her lungs after Kenneth administered a spanking. "I caught her about to drop this on Jacy's head," Kenneth explained, holding up the large ceramic piggy bank. "I wasn't," Jelissa lied. "I was just showing it to her!" "While she was asleep?" Kenneth sneered and Jelissa did have the good grace to blush at being caught in such an obvious lie. Kenneth did not catch the fact that Jelissa referred to him as 'He' and not 'Dad.' He did not catch the fact that Jadia did the same thing, calling him 'he' or 'him,' but never 'Dad' or any other term of parentage. Jennifer, however, did and smirked whenever her two angels did this. Nineteen years later, cruising down I-10 in his battered F150 Ford pickup truck (Kenneth wasn't allowed in her BMW, even though he paid for it) he wondered again why he had married her at all. She was still a beautiful woman, still had the thirty eight D breasts, the thirty inch waist, and the thirty four inch hips. She still had the long, smooth legs and the penchant for short skirts and short shorts, the same flawless skin and honey blonde hair, pale blue eyes and dazzling smile (that she very rarely graced him with), but the interior did not mirror the exterior beauty at all. "So," she spat out the first words she'd said since he'd climbed into the passenger side of the truck. "I suppose you'll be sitting around all fucking day now that you're out of a job, huh?" "I'm not out of a job," he protested. "Oh come on, Kenneth! The fucking factory is gone!" Jennifer shrilled at him. "What? You're going to stand around in the ashes?" "No, Big Eddie came to the hospital and told us we're getting paid, even if we're not working, until the new factory gets opened," Kenneth protested. "So, you think you're just going to sit around fucking up all my fun?" Jennifer snarled. "Fucking up what fun?" Kenneth asked as she slammed on the brakes inside of their garage. "If you think I'm going to quit dating just because you're home, you got another fucking thing coming," she spat as she marched into the house. "Wait, what?" Kenneth asked, sure he had not heard her correctly. "You heard me, ass hole," she spat, and then smiled tightly. "Oh, I guess you didn't know, huh?" she asked, smile growing even wider. "Well, now that it's out in the open, I guess I don't have to pretend any more." "Wait, what are you talking about?" Kenneth asked. "Oh, come on, Kenneth, grow the fuck up, huh, Numb Nuts?" Jennifer giggled. "Like everyone else figured it out years ago. You're at work, I'm out." Kenneth's head actually ached and his vision blurred as he listened to his wife recount her numerous infidelities. Behind her, her two angels laughed at him. Jacy, however, looked absolutely mortified as she listened to her mother berate her father. "Well, pack your shit and take your two precious little bitches with you," Kenneth finally spat at her. "Oh, no, Sweetheart," Jennifer laughed out loud. "No, no, no, that's not the way it goes! This is a 'No Fault' state; that means I get half of everything PLUS custody of the kids. That means you get to pay the mortgage, the car notes, AND child support. Oh, and you can kiss your precious little angel good bye; fuck if I'll ever let you see her again. Go ahead, dumb ass, fucking divorce me; I dare you. Now, if we're finished here, I got a date with Cecil. See you." Kenneth stared in shock as she marched up the stairs, already pulling her cell phone out of her purse. "Hey, Cese, yeah, Dumb Ass is home; think you could come get me in about thirty?" Jennifer said as she slammed the door to the master bedroom. "Daddy, I swear, I didn't know anything about..." Jacy whispered, sobbing as she hugged her father tightly. "Shh, Sweetie Pie, it'll be all right," Kenneth whispered. hugging the twelve year old tightly. "Fucking Numb Nuts," Jelissa chortled as she waddled her immense bulk out of the kitchen. "Shh, it's going to be all right," Kenneth soothed. Chapter 2 Kenneth smiled tightly as a car pulled up in front of the house, ghetto music blaring and thumping out of it. "See you," Jennifer cheerfully called out and smirked as Kenneth gave her the finger. "Uh huh, like you'd ever get this again," she sneered, lifting the hem of her skirt to show him that she wore no panties. "Oh, couldn't get any panties big enough to fit over that huge ass of yours?" Kenneth smirked. For a moment, Jennifer stared in shock; Kenneth wasn't supposed to talk back, he never did. Then she glared hatefully at him. "I ought to make Cecil come in here and kick the shit out of you," she hissed hatefully. "Wouldn't recommend it if I were you," he said easily. "Fuck you, ass hole," she snapped, not being able to think of anything else to say. "Never again, but hurry up, don't keep your n*gger waiting," Kenneth said and returned to the computer screen. The door slammed and Kenneth shook his head sadly. Two more mouse clicks and all of Jennifer's credit cards were cancelled; balances paid in full. He then increased the amount for the mortgage and her car insurance, as well as decreasing the deductibles on both. The increased premiums were paid out of a secret bank account that Jennifer had established. Kenneth knew about her account; had known about it for a few years, but since she was only depositing three to four hundred a month into it, saw no reason to make waves about it. It took slightly longer to set up a new bank account under his and his mother's names; he did want his children to be cared for, even if, according to Jennifer, he was not the parent of any of them. He smiled as he transferred the forty two thousand, five hundred and eighty dollars out of Jennifer's secret account into his new account. Finally, he sighed, sat back, and then picked up the telephone. "Hey Mom," he said. Five minutes later, Kenneth stomped up the stairs. Jelissa's door was the first one on the left so he knocked on it, hard. "What?" Jelissa insolently barked. "Open the door," Kenneth ordered. "Go away," she barked back. "Fine," Kenneth said and tried the knob. "Go away, Numb Nuts," Jelissa chortled as he rattled the locked door knob. "Uh huh," Kenneth said and took a step back. Jelissa screamed in terror as her door splintered inward. "I said 'open the door' and I meant open the door," Kenneth growled. "Now, get your fat ass the fuck up and go get in the car. Now." "Fuck you, you can't tell me what to do," the seventeen year old yelled, still terrified. Kenneth yanked her out of her bed by a handful of her greasy hair, slapped her face twice and said calmly, "I am not joking, get your fat lazy ass down in the car, now." Jadia didn't even wait for her father to knock on her door; she was a coward that hid behind her mother or behind Jelissa. She raced down the stairs and got into the rear seat of her mother's BMW. Jacy looked on fearfully as her father approached. "Go ahead, get into the car," Kenneth quietly told her. "Yes sir," Jacy said. "You just wait until I tell Mom," Jelissa shrilled as she got into the rear seat of the car. "Fuck your mom, okay, Jelissa? Fuck your mom, okay? Need me to spell it out for you? I don't give a shit what you tell your mom," Kenneth snapped as he started up his wife's car. "Daddy?" Jacy quietly said as they pulled up in front of Bernice and Melvin Kay's home. "Yes, Sweetie Pie?" Kenneth asked. "Please take care of Pebbles?" Jacy begged in her whisper soft voice. "Damn, forgot about...okay, I'll make sure she's okay," Kenneth promised. Pebbles was Jacy's cat; she'd had the animal since she was nine. She'd named it after the Flintstones cartoons. Because she loved the cat, Jadia and Jelissa constantly tried to hurt the animal. Therefore, the animal had a real distrust of everyone except for Jacy. "Wait, what's that mean?" Jadia braved asking. "I know you will," Jacy smiled tightly at her father. "Thanks, Mom," Kenneth called out as the girls trooped up to the house. Kenneth drove to Huvall's Texaco and bought two five gallon cans, then filled them with gas. "Might want to put some newspaper down," the clerk suggested as Kenneth loaded the two cans into the trunk of the expensive car. "Fuck it," Kenneth smiled. Kenneth drove back to the house, located the crate they used to ferry the cat to Dr. Dupre's office for her yearly shots and entered the house. As usual, Pebbles was nowhere in sight and did not respond to Kenneth's calls. Finally, he pulled out a can of her cat food and popped the top on it. He dropped the smelly stuff onto one of Jennifer's grandmother's china plates and patiently waited. Finally, the smell won out and Pebbles came out from behind the couch to investigate. "Got you, you rotten beast," Kenneth smiled and put both cat and plate into the crate. ---- Jelissa huffed in irritation as her mother's cell phone again went straight to voice mail. "Mom, call me back; I'm at Grandma's house; Dad's gone off the deep end; this is real, call me," she whispered urgently. "You don't have to whisper; I know you're calling your mother," Bernice snapped, startling Jelissa. "Why I got to be here?" Jelissa shrilled at the woman. "Huh? I'm seventeen; I'm old enough to take care of myself." "Yeah; I'm eighteen," Jadia echoed, standing behind Jelissa. "Bye," Bernice waved. "You don't want to be here? Then I damned sure don't want you here." The two girls smirked as they marched toward the front door. "How you plan on getting home?" Bernice asked. "It's nine miles and I know neither one of you've ever walked that far in your lives." "No, but you can drive us," Jelissa ordered. "Could, but I'm not going to," Bernice said and started to pull bowls out for the stew she was cooking. "Then how we going to...?" Jelissa shrilled. "Beats the hell out of me, but I don't care," Bernice said and put the three bowls on the table. "Jacy, Melvin, supper's ready!" "Excuse me," Melvin ordered as he forcefully nudged Jelissa aside. "Um, where's mine?" Jelissa finally asked as Jacy took her seat at the table. "I guess yours is where ever you're going, remember? You're old enough to take care of yourselves. Bye," Bernice said, waving her hand. "I hate you," Jelissa shrilled at her grand mother. "That's nice, dear," Bernice smiled. "Bye." ---- Kenneth punched a few holes into the gas tank of the BMW and after a long moment, a few into the tank of his pickup truck. He then took the first of the five gallon gas cans upstairs and began in the bedroom he shared with Jennifer. The bed got a liberal dousing, as did the chest of drawers and the low dresser. He sighed as he looked at the forty two inch plasma television, then shrugged and took one of her ridiculous figurines and hurled it at the expensive television. His stomach actually hurt when he entered Jacy's room and began to drench her bedroom in gasoline. He spotted a small framed photograph and picked it up. It was a photograph of him and Jacy as they posed with the small fish she'd caught the first time he'd taken her fishing. He carried it downstairs and put it on top of the crate. Inside the crate, Pebbles, now done with her snack, was beginning to yowl. He want back upstairs and gleefully drenched Jadia's and Jelissa's rooms with the remainder of the first can of gasoline. Then he simply threw the can onto Jelissa's bed. The second can was emptied on all the furniture downstairs. Then he took the crate and the small photograph and left the house. He set the crate and the photograph down at the edge of the driveway, and then went to the side of his house. He set up the sprinkler and locked it in place, aiming the spray at Ray's house. On the other side, he did the same, making sure to lock the stream onto Debbie's house. Then he smiled as he looked at the expensive monstrosity Jennifer insisted that they buy the house he did not want, did not like, but had called home for the last fourteen years. He opened the front door, struck the fireplace match and dropped it on the gasoline soaked Oriental rug. Then he closed the door, walked down to the edge of the driveway and waited. By the time the first fire truck arrived, it was far too late; the house was nothing but a ball of flame. Ray's house had begun to smolder, despite Kenneth's care to set the sprinkler on it, so the first fire truck took care to keep the flames away from Ray's house. Debbie's house was set a little further away so the second fire crew assisted the first crew looking after Ray's house. "What happened?" Sheriff Dick Davis asked as Kenneth stood on the opposite side of the street, holding a violently shaking crate and a small framed photograph. "Set it on fire," Kenneth shrugged. "Couldn't keep up with the payments so me and my wife, Jennifer, we decided if we burned it down, we'd get the insurance money and then we'd you know, get us a smaller place, one we could afford." "You, you started this fire? Deliberately?" Sheriff Dick Davis asked, making sure that Deputy Orville Jackson was close enough to hear Kenneth's confession. "Yeah," Kenneth shrugged. "Took the brats down to my Mom's for supper, you know, and then went to Huvall's and bought a couple of cans of gasoline and spread it all around. Oh, and did the car too; fucking payments were killing us, you know? God damn shame, though, forgot all about the truck. See, it's paid for. So, when you think we're going to get the insurance money?" Inferno "Sir, where is your wife?" Dick asked. "Don't know; she said she didn't want to see it, you know? So a friend of hers came and got her," Kenneth said and put the crate down; Pebbles was beginning to tire his arm. "Sir, put your hands behind your back please," Dick said. ---- "Real fucking smart," Jadia complained as she and Jelissa trudged down Highway 19 toward their house. "Could have just waited until after we ate; he would have come got us." "He wasn't coming back to get us," Jelissa sneered. "We'd have been stuck 'til Mom came and got us." "How much further we got to go?" Jadia asked. "Look around, Jadia," Jelissa said, indicating their surroundings. "This look anywhere near our house?" "I'm going back," Jadia decided. Jelissa wanted to return to her grand mother's house as well, but her pride wouldn't let her. ---- "Almost like he's happy to be here," Orville noted as they looked in at Kenneth Kay. "Uh huh, you figured out what to do about his fucking cat?" Dick asked. "Uh huh and here she is," Orville smiled as his sister came into the station. "Hey, Barney Fife," Willie (Wilhelmina) Jackson smiled as she handed her brother two small tablets. "I would have thought that a big time policeman like our would know where to get Phenobarbital." "I do; call my little sister," Orville smiled. "Thanks, Sis." "Uh huh, now where's that cute Eric Greene?" Willie asked, looking around. "Night off," Dick smiled. "But I'll be sure to tell him you were looking for him." "Better; my dog goes into seizures because I gave you his medication, least you could do is order that fine ass boy to take me out," Willie smiled. She turned to leave the station. "And I ain't talking no McDonald's neither; better be like Manny's or Touch of Sicily's, you hear?" she called out as she left the small building. "Think we ought to tell her that Eric's gay?" Dick asked Orville. "He is?" Orville asked eyes wide. "No, but he's scared to death of that girl," Dick smiled. "Now, Barney Fife, how you going to get that stuff down that cat's throat?" "Watch and learn," Orville said smugly. He took the two tablets and crushed them with the butt of his service revolver. Then he took three small containers of coffee creamer and emptied the contents onto a small plate. The crushed up tablets were then scraped into the plate. "Uh huh," Dick smirked as Orville carried his concoction to the small closet they'd stashed the crate. "Uh huh," Dick smirked as Orville came back, clutching his bloody hand to his chest. "Got any better ideas?" Orville snapped. "Uh huh, Lafayette Animal Control's on its way," Dick said. Which is why he's the sheriff, and you ain't," Officer Mike Stevens said as he dabbed some antiseptic onto Orville's bleeding hand. ---- "Go get your granddaughter," Bernice ordered Melvin as Jadia sat at the table, eating the reheated stew. "Braves are up by one, it's the top of the eight," Melvin argued. "Go, I guarantee you, nothing will happen in the ten minutes you'll be gone," Bernice said. "I'll watch it for you and tell you what happened," Jacy offered. "Uh huh, tell you what, woman, YOU go get her," Melvin said, already putting his shoes on. "Melvin, you know I hate driving at night," Bernice smiled as her husband dutifully got ready to do her bidding. "Uh huh, on three, one two three," Melvin said. "Go Braves!" Jacy and Melvin cheered as Melvin opened the door. "Y'all are so silly," Bernice smiled. Melvin spotted Jelissa, sitting on the side of Highway 19, hunkered down. He smiled tightly; she hadn't even managed to make it two miles before giving up. He did a tight U-Turn then pulled up and stopped in front of her. He lowered the passenger window. "Get in," he ordered. Jelissa didn't say a word, just lumbered to her feet and got into the car. Melvin smiled in mild perverse satisfaction as Jelissa wiped her tear streaked face, trying to keep him from noticing. "Grandma's heating up the stew for you," Melvin said quietly as he pulled up in front of the house. "Thank you," Jelissa whispered. ---- Cecil was not amused as Jennifer's Master Card and Visa were both declined. Grumbling, he fished out three crumpled twenty dollar bills and slapped the bills onto the small platter the waiter held out. "Uh, the bill is fifty nine dollars and nineteen cents," the waiter quietly said. "Yeah?" Cecil spat. "That's three twenties, ain't it?" "Ah, yes sir, very good sir," the waiter said tightly and walked away. "They expect a tip," Jennifer hissed. "They can EXPECT shit; don't mean I got to give it to them, does it?" Cecil spat. "Well, I was going to suggest we take this to the Hilton and Towers, but for some reason my cards are..." Jennifer said and smiled to herself as the waiter dumped Cecil's change on the table in front of him. "Thanks," Cecil sneered at the man. "Oh, my pleasure sir," the waiter smiled as Cecil made a show of counting out the change and leaving the penny for the waiter. "So what you saying?" Cecil asked as they waited for the valet to bring his car around. "I guess I'm saying, I know I promised you a little pussy but uh..." Jennifer said. "Back seat works," Cecil said and yanked open her door for her. ---- "Tell Animal Control that's my daughter's cat; her name is Jacy and here's the phone number where they can reach her," Kenneth said as Orville, hand swathed in bandages, made the rounds of the cells. "What?" Orville said, disbelieving. "The cat belongs to my..." Kenneth repeated. "You fucking knew that an hour ago and didn't say shit?" Orville asked, voice growing in volume. "Wasn't a problem an hour ago," Kenneth shrugged. "I'll call her," Orville snapped and stomped away. "I told you, I really think he's having fun back there," Dick smiled as Orville grumbled under his breath. "Uh huh, any sign of his wife?" Orville asked. "Nope; says he doesn't know the name of the friend of hers, other than 'Cecil,'" Dick shrugged. "Watch, bet we find out he not only knows the mother fucker's full name, but his phone number, address, his momma's phone number and address, and what size shoes the mother fucker wears," Orville snapped. "How's the hand?" Dick smiled. ---- The back seat did work, for Cecil's enjoyment, but not for Jennifer's. She knew she was nothing but a hole for Cecil to use for his own pleasure, and normally that was good enough for her. When he was using her on a comfortable bed, with a functioning shower nearby. "Aw yeah," Cecil sighed and pumped his seed into her nearly dry pussy. "Fuck yeah; aw that's some killer poon." She tried to sit up and Cecil shoved her back again. "Where the fuck you going?" he spat. "We fucked, you came, take me home," she snapped back. "Bitch, sixty bucks and you just want to fuck?" Cecil spat. "Aw no, them lips better wrap themselves around this mother fucker real quick like." "You know I don't..." Jennifer hissed, outraged. "You do now, bitch," Cecil said and backhanded her. ---- "Overtime?" Bernice groaned. "Haven't we suffered enough? "Now they're going to make us watch even more of this?" "On three," Melvin said to Jacy. "One two three." "Go Braves!" Jacy and Melvin cheered. Jadia and Jelissa snuggled down on the sleeper sofa in the living room; far enough away from the den to not be disturbed by the baseball game, but close enough to hear Jacy and Melvin's cheers. "How come Jacy gets her own room here?" Jadia asked Jelissa. "And we got to sleep on this sucky couch?" "Because she's the FAVORITE," Jelissa sneered. "Fucking little ass kiss." I hate her," Jadia said. "I hate HIM," Jelissa countered. "Well, I hate him too," Jadia agreed. "Hope Mom beats the shit out of him, fucking numb nuts," Jelissa said forcefully. "Yeah, you hear when she called him that?" Jadia laughed. ---- Jennifer got out of the car and stared in disbelief at the charred and smoldering remains of her home. "What the fuck happened?" she asked, not really expecting a response. "Close the door, huh?" Cecil ordered. "What?" Jennifer asked, looking at him incredulously. "Close the door; I'm late," Cecil ordered. "You, you're just going to leave me here?" Jennifer asked. "What? What the fuck you want me to do, huh? Take you home with me?" Cecil sneered. "Yeah, I can see my Baby momma be all up on under that shit." "Mrs. Kay?" Officer Becky Zima asked. "Aw, look at this shit, hey, officer, you going to move that car, hear?" Cecil ordered; Becky's cruiser was blocking his exit. "You, let's see some ID," Becky ordered him. "Now, are you Mrs. Jennifer Kay?" "Officer, what happened to my home?" Jennifer asked. "Please answer the question," Becky snapped. "Are you Jennifer Kay?" "Yes, yes I am," Jennifer agreed. "Now, hat happened to my home?" "Jennifer Kay, put your hands behind your back. Jennifer Kay you have the right to remain silent..." Becky began the ritual. Jennifer was in a daze as she was booked, fingerprinted, searched (she did awaken enough to call Becky Zima a 'dyke') and then put into a cell with three prostitutes that chattered and laughed with each other in Spanish. "Arraignment's is tomorrow morning," Becky again patiently explained to the livid Jennifer Kay. "At that time your bail will be set. Until then, why don't you try to get some sleep, huh?" "Why don't you kiss my ass, fucking rug munching dyke?" Jennifer hissed back. In the morning, Jennifer was assigned Donald Pellichet as a Pro Bono representative. Donald held an impassive face as she protested her innocence and glared hatefully as Donald explained that her husband had implicated her in their arson for profit scheme. ---- "Really?" Kenneth asked Sophia Coutre, his own Pro Bono defender. "You mean, that's illegal? But I was just doing what my wife told me to do. See, she wears the pants in the family; you can ask anyone, they'll tell you, Jennifer's in charge." "You son of a bitch!" Jennifer screamed at Kenneth as they finally saw one another inside the St. Elizabeth Parish Courthouse. Kenneth smirked at Jennifer as both Donald and a Bailiff forcibly restrained her. "You mother fucker; I am going to kill you!" Jennifer screamed at him as he was led into the courtroom to face Judge Jack Melancon. "Quit being so good," Kenneth whispered to Sophia Coutre as the lawyer actively demanded that her client be released with no bail. "What?" she asked stunned. "I said, 'quit being so good,' let me sit where I am," Kenneth said and she finally looked at the Assistant District Attorney. Adam was all too quick to agree that Kenneth could continue to be a guest of the state and Kenneth was moved to DeGarde's jail to await trial... "Okay, now, Mister Kay, what's really going on?" Sophia asked. "And, yes, this is being recorded. "The system sucks," Kenneth said calmly. "My wife goes out, fucking around and I'm supposed to just sit there and take it. I ask for a divorce, she gets the house, the car, the kids, and I get the bills. She barely worked ever, but I got to bust my ass to give her every fucking thing and just too God damned bad, huh? And now, now she wants to say it's all my idea to burn our house down, so I can sit and rot behind bars while she and her n*gger lover or lovers; fuck, I don't know how many she's got, they can all just go to the Bahamas on my dime? No, Mrs. Coutre, leave me behind bars. If I ain't working, she ain't getting a penny of my money now is she?" "Yeah, system does suck," Sophia agreed. "My first husband fucked everything that walked, didn't matter to him if they was a guy or a girl while I'm busting my ass to put him and myself through law school. Soon as he gets his degree, he's telling me he's finally found the one true love of his life and I'm still paying all the bills he ran up when we were married." "Sucks," Kenneth agreed. "Yep, but there is a silver lining in all of that," Sophia smiled. "Met my husband thanks to that ass hole running out on me. And his 'one true love?' Turned out to be HIV Positive." "Ouch," Kenneth smiled. "Okay, Mr. Kay, we'll see you in a couple of months, I guess," Sophia shrugged and got to her feet. Chapter 3 Donald Pellichet was more than happy to release Jennifer Kay as a client; she insisted that he was not giving her precedence over his other clients. "Fucking right I ain't; they're paying, bitch," he muttered after yet another shrill confrontation. Dick Davis smiled in understanding as Donald walked out of the police station. "Don't know who she's going to contact, but it's not me," Donald warned Dick. Jesse Johnson marched in, listened to Jennifer's explanation, was sure he'd get some of her blonde pussy and tight ass, and took the information from her regarding her secret account. "Fuck, there's at least forty thousand in it by now," she said. "Just get me the fuck out of here." Jesse entered the information on his laptop, cleared the User ID field and tried it again. "Mrs. Kay, don't know how to tell you this but..." Jesse said after a long moment. "Let me see that," Jennifer barked, jammed her fingers on his keyboard and screamed in rage when she realized that the account was no longer there. "That little son of a bitch," she growled. "And, of course, since the house is in both of your names..." Jesse went on. "What house?" Jennifer screamed. "God damned mother fucker burned it to the ground!" "What I am getting at, Mrs. Kay, is you've retained me as your attorney, but not as a Pro Bono attorney; Mr. Pellichet was your court appointed attorney," Jesse said. "My services are three hundred and fifty an hour; you do intend to pay me, do you not?" "Great, just fucking great," Jennifer sighed. "Get that lazy ass mother fucker back in here." "Been a pleasure," Jesse lied and left the room. "Come on, Princess," Becky intoned, taking Jennifer back to her cell. ---- "Going to make you mine, hear me, punk?" Jamal Westinghouse sneered as Kenneth sat on his bunk, reading 'Brave New World' for the hundredth time. "No thanks," Kenneth said calmly. "But, have a nice day." "Fucking talking to you," Jamal yelled, yanking the book out of Kenneth's hands. Kenneth's first punch slammed Jamal's larynx into his esophagus, cutting off his ability to breathe. His second punch was directly into Jamal's testicles. Then Kenneth calmly stomped on Jamal's head until Jamal's body quit twitching. "Any of you other n*ggers think you going to be sticking your dicks where they don't belong?" Kenneth asked as he picked up his book. "Aw, hey man, you ain't got to be coming at us like that, huh?" one of the other men complained. "Huh? Call me an n*gger, huh? Shit, I ain't done shit to you, right?" "Right, and ain't done shit FOR me neither, huh? Where the fuck were you when Homey here told me I was his new bitch? Or when he put his hands on my shit, huh?" Kenneth asked. "Shit, figured you had it, know what I'm saying?" the man muttered. "What the fuck?" Captain Charles Villeaux bellowed as he saw Jamal Westinghouse's dead body lying on the floor. "Slipped and fell, I think," Kenneth shrugged. "Aw, just fucking great," Charles complained. ---- Jennifer happened to be coming out of the courtroom, with five other females in the Bender Police custody when a heavily shackled Kenneth Kay was led into the courtroom. "What's he doing back here?" Jennifer asked Becky Zima. "They're not letting him go, are they?" "Not sure; I heard he stomped another prisoner to death," Becky shrugged. Jennifer looked over her shoulder as the three armed police officers led Kenneth into the courtroom. "Him? You're fucking kidding me; he's a total pussy!" Jennifer laughed. "No, no, y'all got to be thinking of someone else!" ---- "Oh, no ma'am!" Bernice said. "There is no way in hell I'm letting you go to Northside!" "Why not?" Jadia asked, swallowing a huge mouthful of the chicken salad sandwich. "Me and Jelissa went there." "Uh huh and look at how well y'all turned out," Melvin said, earning himself a slap in the back of the head from Bernice. "No ma'am, come on, we're going to St. Thomas; that's a fine school," Bernice said firmly. "Ha ha, you're going to have to wear them dorky uniforms!" Jelissa sneered. "Not a thing wrong with those uniforms," Bernice said. "But Grandma, we can't afford that school!" Jacy complained. "Don't worry about that; you just leave that up to me," Bernice said. "Um, when you think Mom's coming to get us?" Jelissa asked. "I mean, they got to know she didn't have nothing to do with burning the house down, right?" "Oh, and I'm sure your father will be getting out soon, too," Bernice reminded the girl that there was another parent to consider. "Well, it's been what? Almost like a month, right?" Jadia asked, finishing her sandwich. "Yep, been a month now," Melvin agreed. "A whole month. Four long weeks of 'I'm bored,' and 'there's nothing to do' and when's my Mommy coming,' and..." "Hush, you, but Grandpa's right," Bernice said. "What?" Jadia asked, looking up at her grandmother. "You and Jelissa are out of school now; I know, I went to the graduations," Bernice said. "Yep, they now reward mediocrity," Melvin said, earning himself another slap to the back of his head. "So, do you think it is possible that either one of you could show some initiative? Actually go and get a job somewhere?" Bernice finished. "A what?" Jelissa asked. "Job, you know what people get up and get dressed and go to every day, so they can earn money, you might have heard about those," Melvin said. "It was in all the papers, hell, I even heard some people on TV talking about jobs." "You're kidding, right?" Jelissa sneered. "No, I am not kidding," Bernice said. "I've asked you to help around the house; I am not running a hotel here, with free food and clothing and stuff, but neither of you can be bothered to lift a finger." "What about her?" Jadia shrilled, pointing to Jacy. "Huh?" "What about her?" Bernice asked, putting her hand on Jacy's shoulder. "Who was that helped Grandpa cut the brass yesterday, huh?" "And helped me change the oil on the car day before that," Melvin chimed in. "And got most of the oil on herself," Jelissa countered. "Doesn't matter; at least she was trying, at least she was pitching in, at least she was doing her part," Melvin said. "So, you two have oh, what do you think is fair, Melvin? One week? Two? Two weeks to find yourselves a job, an actual 'we'll pay you money to work here' job, or give Grandma Moore a call and see if y'all can stay with her," Bernice said. "What? You're kidding!" Jadia and Jelissa screeched. "Nope; afraid not," Bernice said. "Now, anyone want another sandwich?" "I'll take one," Melvin offered. "No, Sweetheart, you're not a growing teenager," Bernice kissed him on the top of his balding head. "Can I have another, please?" Jacy asked, holding up her plate. "Sure Sweetie Pie," Bernice smiled. "'Can I have another, please?'" Jelissa mocked Jacy. "Oh, no, everyone be very careful; there's a vicious animal on the loose," Melvin cautioned as he felt Pebbles rub against his leg. "Grandpa, she is not!" Jacy laughed as Pebbles rubbed against her bare leg. "Now, one of you can get on the computer and start putting your resume together while the other one looks through the classifieds to see what they can find; after an hour, y'all switch," Bernice offered, putting the newspaper down on the table. Jelissa and Jadia looked at each other, stricken. ---- The day of the trial of The State of Louisiana versus Kay and Kay was a bitterly cold day and Kenneth was grateful for the coat his mother had bought for him. Sophia and Donald wisely put themselves in between Kenneth and Jennifer. Inferno "All rise, the honorable Harold Monroe now presiding..." the bailiff called out. Jennifer smiled as the father of Jadia and Jelissa entered the courtroom. When Judge Monroe asked if all were present and all were ready to proceed, all parties agreed. "Your Honor, if it pleases the court," Donald Pellichet began. Jennifer saw no flash of recognition, even when Donald insisted on using her maiden name and the names of her three children in his motion to try her and Kenneth separately. Harold Monroe did recognize Jennifer, even though she was no longer the nineteen year old McDonald's employee that had been so impressed with his Mercedes-Benz and his Rolex watch and his seven inch cock. But she had been a fling from several years past; there had been at least one hundred women in between her and now and none of those women would ever get any preferential treatment either. "In the interest of time, and the budget of the State of Louisiana, your motion is denied, please proceed, Mr. Rich," Harold interrupted Donald and motioned for the Assistant District Attorney to begin his case. "But I didn't do it!" Jennifer screamed out as Adam gave the theory of how Jennifer and Kenneth had planned to defraud Young Insurance Corporation out of nearly three hundred thousand dollars by committing the act of arson. "Counselor, if you cannot keep your client..." Harold warned. "Yes your Honor, I'm sorry, your Honor," Donald said, putting a retraining hand very tightly on Jennifer's leg. Jennifer continued with her outbursts and was finally removed from the courtroom. "Your Honor, my client does not contest the state's case but does ask for leniency; remember, this is a man, by the District Attorney's own words, that was manipulated and coerced for years by the co-defendant into doing her will," Sophia finally addressed the court after Adam Rich concluded his arguments. "And your Honor, I ask that my client be released; by her own words, she had nothing to do with this heinous act or subsequent attempt to defraud," Donald Pellichet said. "The court hereby finds you guilty of aggravated arson under Article four, subsection...." Harold Monroe intoned and was a little surprised when Kenneth actually smiled at the eight to twelve year sentence. "Keep your nose clean; you'll be out in five, six years," Sophia whispered and patted her client's hand affectionately. "Bye Daddy," Jacy sobbed as Kenneth was allowed a brief hug. Jadia and Jelissa did not bother to come to the trial; Grandma Moore couldn't be bothered with such foolishness. Grandma Moore did find it close to intolerable that at her age, she would be saddled with two spoiled teenagers and deeply resented Kenneth Kay, and Kenneth Kay's mother and father for not stepping up and caring for the two brats. But as intolerable and inconvenient as it was, Jennifer's mother could not, in good conscience, turn her own grandchildren away. "Maybe we should have looked a little harder," Jadia whispered to Jelissa. "You can if you want," Jelissa sneered and turned up the television. "No, I mean, we got jobs, we'd be able to, you know, like DO stuff," Jadia said. "Uh huh, you can if you want; fuck his mom and dad, and fuck that little bitch Jacy too," Jelissa said. "But I'm bored, sitting around here all the time," Jadia complained. "Then go do something," Jelissa shrugged. Melissa Moore came barging into the small apartment and glared at her two lazy, insolent grandchildren. It had been one thing when these two were lazy and insolent to Kenneth Kay, a man she despised for the very virtue of being a man, but it was another thing entirely when they were lazy and insolent around her. "Um, do you think, do you think just one of you could pry your useless asses off the couch and come take this trash out?" she yelled. "Fine, fine," Jelissa complained and got to her feet. "And you," Melissa barked at Jadia. "You think you could maybe do something with this ground beef?" "Like what?" Jadia asked, baffled. "Try cooking it, how about that?" Melissa asked. "I've been on my feet all God damned day, busting my ass at..." Jadia panicked, having never cooked a meal in her life and began sobbing in earnest. "Oh, God damn, stop!" Melissa screamed. "Fine, fine, but I better not hear one 'EW, I don't like this, what is this' out of you, you hear me?" ---- Jacy fit right in with the other eight graders at St. Thomas Aquinas; her grades were good and her attitude was good as well. And no one thought it odd that she lived with her grandparents; there were two other children in similar situations in her homeroom. Given the chance, out from the shadow of her two older sisters, Jacy excelled in sports. Coach Dee Campion wasted no time in contacting Melvin Kay and asking if she could sign Jacy up for Junior Varsity basketball. "Sure, but you just wait until softball season; she's got a cannon for an arm, I promise you that," Melvin told the now excited coach. "But I'm too short," Jacy argued. "Nonsense," Coach Dee said. "I watched you snag that rebound and that girl's at least a foot taller than you." No matter where a person sat in the gym, they knew where Melvin Kay was sitting and knew that Jacy Kay was his granddaughter. Rebounds were cheered, fouls were either loudly argued, or loudly called, and points were cheered. "Sit down, Melvin, people behind you can't see," Bernice would calmly say. "But did you see that?" Melvin would yell. "That girl deliberately pushed her!" "I think your granddad's here," Rayne Sneed teased as they trouped out of the huddle. "Yep," Jacy smiled proudly. After losing their last game, Jacy was very quiet on the ride home. "What's the matter, Sweetie Pie?" Bernice finally asked. "I miss my Daddy," Jacy admitted. "Well, Christmas is coming up; why don't you write him a letter?" Bernice suggested. "Yeah, we can send him that picture of you and your teammates with that City trophy," Melvin enthused. "But I want him to come home," Jacy whined, for once acting like a girl on the threshold of teenage years. "Well, me too," Bernice admitted. "Heaven's, he may be your Daddy, but are you forgetting? He's my little boy." ---- Jennifer was not fitting in at St. Gabriel's. Because of her beauty, she was targeting for attacks by other prisoners. And male (and a few female) guards also targeted her. Her haughty, bitchy attitude did not gain her any friends when she first entered the system and in the prison hierarchy, first impressions are the only impressions. Also, any sign of weakness was immediately exploited. Her protestations of innocence were jeered by the few that would actually speak to her. "But I'm serious!" she shrilled. "My numb nuts husband did this to me!" "Uh huh, Sugar Pie, look around; we all innocent in here," a girl laughed. "And most of us in here 'cause some mother fucking man done fucked us over," another girl offered. Jennifer began praying on her first night that the next ten to fifteen years pass quickly. "Shit, I'll be forty nine when I get out of here," she cried silently. Chapter 4 Kenneth smiled tightly, wanting to cry, as he read the latest letter from his daughter. The enclosed photograph showed a young woman just on the verge of adulthood. He wanted to cry as he looked at the photograph, but tears were a sign of weakness and weaknesses were seized upon very quickly in Angola. Jacy stood, dressed in her Clark's Drive-In waitress uniform, long brown hair falling around her n a mass of curls, sassy smile on her face as she balanced a tray of food in one hand. "God, Baby, you're so beautiful," Kenneth murmured as he looked again at the photograph. The tight white tee shirt stretched almost obscenely across Jacy's thirty six Double D breasts and the tight red short shorts displayed long legs. Her feet were encased in a pair of bright red In-Line skates, triggering a memory, and Kenneth smiled again. He remembered taking Jacy to a friend's birthday party, held at a skating rink in Flowers. Nine year old Jacy was nervous about the party. "But suppose I fall down?" she asked. "Then you fall down," Kenneth said. "But I know you; I know you'll fall down and say 'so what?' and get right back up and do it again." True to his prediction, Jacy did fall down, and did get back up and try again. By the end of the party, she was begging Kenneth to take her back the next Saturday. By the end of that school year, she was begging for a pair of In-Line skates for her birthday. ---- "Can you skate?" John Clark asked the pretty sixteen year old girl. "Yes sir, my daddy taught me," Jacy smiled proudly. "Got my own, see?" She pulled the pair of skates from her backpack. He nodded in agreement then looked at the application form she'd filled out. "Says here you go to St. Thomas Aquinas, that right?" John asked, trying hard not to stare at the girl's impressive chest. "Yes sir, got a three point eight grade point average," Jacy said, again flashing her beautiful smile. "Good, good, now, let me tell you how this place runs," John said, putting her application aside. "You mean, I got the job?" Jacy asked, breathless with excitement. "Well, we're going to try you out, see how you do," John agreed. She almost didn't make it through her first night; John watched out the window as his newest employee spun and caromed and pirouetted around the concrete pad. "God damn kid's out there playing around!" he thundered to Nancy, the head cook. "No, she's not," Nancy said. "She's having fun, but you watch, I bet you a hundred bucks she comes in with the most tips tonight." "Holy shit!" John yelled as Jacy leapt over a wooden bench, racing back into the diner's Kitchen. "Two cheeseburgers, one with no pickles, the other with no onions, large fries," Jacy called out in her little girl squeak as she skidded to a stop in front of the soda fountain and began preparing the sodas. "See?" Nancy said. "She's having fun, but she's not playing around." "Uh huh," John said, not thoroughly convinced. The two other waitresses got out of her way as she shot past, tray laden down with her order. "If she spills that," John warned as Jacy skated backward toward her customers' truck. "She spills any of it, I'LL eat it," Nancy smiled as Jacy whirled around at the last second and placed the tray on the window of the truck. John watched as Jacy prepared to make change, and then smiled brightly as the truck driver held up a hand, stopping her. Watch, bet she has the most tips," Nancy said and slid another order out for one of the other waitresses. Nancy got her hundred dollar bill from John. Within a month, Jacy was teaching the other girls how to skate more efficiently, more safely, and with more showmanship. Kenneth looked again and frowned; he didn't like the bit of tummy that the uniform showed was the tee shirt didn't quite reach the waistband of the shorts. He also didn't like his little girl skating around with rear end hanging out of the short shorts that were part of the uniform. "Ain't a fucking thing you can do about it," he sighed bitterly and put the photograph into his Bible. The noise level in Angola was close to deafening but in time, Kenneth had learned to tune it out. He looked around the dimly lighted area and sighed. Angola was the last place he would have imagined himself being when this saga started out more than four years earlier, but here he was, slowly waiting for either death, or freedom. Jamal Westinghouse had friends. One of the men that had been in the cell the day he killed Jamal had run into one of Jamal's friends and told the friend what had happened. So, when Kenneth Kay arrived at DeQuincy, Lamont Harrison was waiting for him. Kenneth didn't know why the almost freakishly muscular black man had targeted him, but knew he wasn't going to tolerate it. Kenneth sat down and dug his fork into the unappetizing slop. "This is shit," he declared loudly to everyone sitting at the table. He took a bite and grimaced. "I ain't eating this shit," he declared, stood up, and hurled the tray into Lamont's unsuspecting face. Before Lamont could even get to his feet, Kenneth had grasped the man's head in his hands and gave a vicious twist. "Mr. Kay," the warden intoned. "Quite remarkable to me, really. Ninety four prisoners and not a single person saw what happened." "Like I said, I was just getting to my feet and..." Kenneth said. "Yes, yes, I know, Mr. Kay; you simply couldn't eat the stuff we call food, got it, Mr. Kay. Let's see if you like the fare at Angola any better, Mr. Kay," the warden sighed. Kenneth looked at the photograph of his youngest daughter again and smiled sadly. He picked up the photograph of his oldest daughter, Jadia, and her two children, both boys and both biracial. After her third pregnancy, Jadia seemed to remember that she had a father and called Jacy to get the mailing address for Kenneth. "God damn; she's a high school graduate?" Kenneth thought as he read or tried to read through one of her letters. The penmanship was deplorable, the grammar intolerable, and most words that were longer than two syllables were misspelled. But she was sending him letters; she was writing to him. And she signed each and every letter 'Love you and miss you, Jadia.' He looked at the latest photograph and grimaced; Jadia stood, posing in an obscene bikini while Robert and Samuel played in the sand. He grimaced; the erection the photograph gave him was unnerving, and he also grimaced at the numerous tattoos the girl sported. Several roses were visible on her breasts and pelvic region and vines adorned both of her upper arms and upper thighs. His mother had said when Jadia gave birth to Robert; she started sending Jadia a hundred dollars a month, but quit sending it when she found out that Jadia was using the money on tattoos, not food. "Robert and Samuel, Huh?" Kenneth chuckled, knowing that Jennifer had to hate it. Jennifer had to hate the fact that she was a grandmother, and had to hate that her daughter would give her own children relatively normal names. Kenneth sat up and started to write a reply to Jacy's letter. Jadia's letter was already on its way; he wrote her very short letters; if Jadia's letters were any indication, long letters would just confuse her. He debated with himself, yet again, whether or not it was time to write to Sophia Coutre, his lawyer. "My Dearest Jacy," he scribbled. "I suppose now is as good a time as any to be completely and totally honest with you, and with Jadia, and with Mrs. Sophia Coutre about what really happened that night." "Better that she have at least one parent present at her high school graduation," he thought to himself. ---- Jennifer Kay barely looked up as she was herded into the courtroom, barely acknowledged Donald Pellichet's greeting, or Sophia Coutre's greeting. "I'm be back in time for dinner?" she asked finally. "That's what we're trying to do here, Mrs. Kay," Donald smiled tightly. "We're trying to get you to your own home in time for dinner." She looked up then, and then looked at the other lawyer. Five years of prison life had created a mental fog; one day blended into the next, one noise blended into the next, one smell blended into the next; there were no harsh lines indicating any type of separation. "What?" she asked. "Kenneth Kay confessed; he started the fire on his own volition; he's cleared you of any involvement," Donald said. "That's what I tried to tell y'all five fucking years ago," Jennifer hissed, five years of bitterness and anger welling up. "Five years. Five fucking long years and NOW y'all are willing to believe me?" "Payback's a bitch, ain't it?" Kenneth laughed as he was led past her, heavily shackled, two armed guards guiding him. "You mother fucker," Jennifer hissed, venom spraying from her lips. "Mrs. Kay, please calm down," Donald counseled. "You want to look as prim and proper as possible in front of Judge Hill." "Fuck that, and fuck you too," Jennifer spat. "All rise," the bailiff intoned. Jennifer glared raw hatred at Kenneth as he very calmly, very clearly outlined the details of that night, including Jennifer's impromptu confession of numerous infidelities and the behavior of their three children. "So, Mr. Kay, what you are saying is that Mrs. Kay had no knowledge and did not participate in any way, shape or form in the aggravated arson or in the subsequent attempt to defraud Young Insurance?" Donald asked. "No, she did not," Kenneth smiled. "And, in fact, Mr. Pellichet, there was no attempt to defraud Young Insurance. You can check with them; there never was any claim submitted. Hell, I knew there was no way in hell they'd pay up anyway." "If I may, Counselors?" Judge Steven Hill asked. "Mr. Kay, why now? Why are you disclosing all of this now?" "Honestly?" Kenneth answered. "I really thought about carrying it to my grave; fuck the bitch. For nineteen years I busted my ass for her and her God damned brats; fuck, she knew they wasn't mine, laughed in my face about it, but our youngest daughter is graduating High School in a few months and I'd love to be there for that, but I know there's no way in hell that's ever going to happen but at least her mom could be there." "How very noble of you, Mr. Kay," Judge Hill said dryly. "Now what?" Jennifer asked as Judge Steven Hill left the courtroom. "Now we wait for his decision," Donald said. "What? What decision? Mother fucker told him I ain't had shit to do with..." Jennifer sputtered. "Uh huh, now we just have to wait and see if he believes him or not," Sophia said. "Remember, he is a convicted felon," Donald said dramatically. "All rise," the bailiff called out and Judge Steven Hill returned. ---- Kenneth Kay shivered; the van was unheated. "Mother Fuckers have a bad habit of dying you be around them," Frederick Parr smiled, showing a gold tooth. Kenneth didn't say anything; Frederick Parr had a double barreled twelve-gauge shotgun leveled at his chest. "Yeah, all kinds of mother fuckers all of a sudden all up and dying and shit," Frederick went on, smiling broadly. "This little white pussy?" Malcolm Jennings asked, looking at Kenneth. "Shit yeah, don't let that little white boy act fool you," the other guard snickered. "That is one bad ass mother fucker; fuck, even them Muslim boys leave him the fuck alone." "Ain't that right?" Frederick asked. Malcolm looked from one guard to the other, then at Kenneth. "So, what'd you do anyway?" he finally asked. Kenneth looked at Malcolm blankly, then shrugged his shoulders, turned his head and continued to stare straight ahead. "Naw, naw, mother fucker, you know what you done; talk to me," Malcolm demanded, sure that the guards were lying, just seeing if he was gullible enough to believe their line of bullshit. "You'll learn," Kenneth finally said voice barely above a whisper. "People run their mouths don't live all that long in Angola. Mother Fuckers know when to keep their mouths shut have a much easier time of it." ---- Bitterness was Jennifer's main companion and she dutifully took her companion with her everywhere. Martyrdom also came along quite often. Jadia welcomed her mother with excited squeals and genuine happiness, but did not have any room for her mother; she lived in an efficiency apartment. Jelissa and her girlfriend were in the process of being evicted from yet another roach infested apartment when Jennifer located them, so there was no room for Jennifer in Jelissa's home either. Not that Jennifer wanted to live with Jelissa and Rudy anyway. Rudy was a loud, arrogant, obnoxious Puerto Rican girl that had several needle marks up and down both arms. Inferno Jacy was still living with Bernice and Melvin while she attended school. "Oh, no, no, you can always come and see your daughter," Bernice hastened to assure Jennifer. "No, I wouldn't dream of keeping you apart. So, where are you staying?" That question let Jennifer know that she had no room at the Kay household. So, Jennifer turned to her mother for assistance. "Oh, great, just fucking great," Melissa complained. "Barely got rid of your two brats and now YOU come here needing a place to crash?" "Yes, Mother," Jennifer screeched. "So fucking sorry, Mother. I just got out of prison, Mother, remember? Soon as I find me a job, I'll be the fuck out of here, okay?" "Uh huh, your two brats said the same shit; STILL waiting for either one of them actually get off their ass and get a real job," Melissa sneered. ---- Malcolm Jennings was sure that Frederick and the other guard had been lying; Kenneth was quiet, non-confrontational. "Aw yeah!" Malcolm smirked, squinting at the photograph of Jacy in her waitress uniform. "Fuck that bitch right, you hear? Tell her I be looking her up five years I get out of here, feel me, dog?" Kenneth just looked at the smirking boy and shook his head. ---- "Fucking told that boy, didn't I?" Frederick asked Kenneth, no broad smile on Frederick's face now as he trained the shotgun on Kenneth. "Gee sir; I don't know what you're talking about? What happened?" Kenneth asked, feigning ignorance. "Uh huh, found him in the shower, fucking cock and balls cut off," Frederick said. "Oh, that's horrible!" Kenneth said. "Gosh, I do hope you catch the dreadful person that did this, sir." "Cut the shit, Kay; I'm just looking for one reason, just one good fucking reason pull this fucking trigger," Frederick hissed at the expressionless Kenneth Kay. ---- "Oo wee, aw hey Snow Bunny, what's your name, huh?" Cecil smiled what he hoped was a seductive smile as Jacy skidded to a stop next to his car window. "Sir, could you turn your music down, please?" Jacy asked, ignoring the man's question. "You are disturbing our other customers." "Aw, hey now, uh uh, fuck that; I got a right listen to whatever the fuck I want," Cecil barked. "Bye," Jacy said, turned and skated away. "Mr. John, I asked him to turn that music down and he started cursing at me," Jacy said. "Oh?" John said and slammed the door of the diner open and stomped toward the car. John firmly told Cecil he had two choices, turn the music off or leave. Grumbling and muttering threats, Cecil chose to leave, glaring hatefully at the little white bitch as she skated past toward another late arrival. "So, what's the biggest tip you ever got?" Terry, a slender blonde asked as she smoked a cigarette during a slow moment. "Me? Guy gave me ten bucks if I could jump the bench out front and not drop his hot fudge sundae," Jacy smiled. "Guy offered me fifty bucks I gave him my nasty ass panties after my shift," Vanessa, a petite African-American twenty year old admitted. "Ew!" Jacy screeched. "What'd you do?" "What you think? Gave him the panties," Vanessa shrugged. "EW, oh Vanessa, really?" Jacy squealed. "What?" Vanessa shrugged. "Damn, most I ever got was five bucks," Terry admitted. "Not for some panties, huh?" Jacy asked and Terry smiled and shook her head no. Oh no, he's back," Vanessa said as Cecil's loud thumping could be heard. "By the way, what's a 'snow bunny'?" Jacy asked. "White girl works for a black pimp," Vanessa said. "Why?" "He keeps calling me that," Jacy said and waved through the window of the diner to get John's attention. Cecil cursed as he saw the powerfully built man approaching his car. Man, look, all I want is something to eat, all right?" he barked angrily at John. "And I told you, turn that shit off or go," John yelled back. "Fine, fine, there, happy?" Cecil spat, turning the music off. "Now, send that little brown haired white girl out here take my order. "Nope; I'm standing right here, you can give me your order," John smirked as Jacy and Vanessa skated by, trying to show off to one another. Cecil watched as the two girls completed their round, collecting the empty trays and trash off of various cars. "Sir?" John asked loudly, getting Cecil's attention. "Uh yeah, give me a burger, everything on it, and a diet soda water," Cecil ordered. "Fries with that?" John asked. "It come with fries?" Cecil asked. "If you pay for them it does," John said. "Then no," Cecil said. "Really? Your panties?" Jacy asked again. "What do you think he wanted them for?" "So he could sniff them while he whacked his carrot," Terry interrupted and actually laughed out loud at Jacy's horrified expression. ---- "Really?" Melissa spat angrily. "Really? You've been looking but can't find a single God damned thing, huh?" "Yes, Mother, I have," Jennifer lied. "But believe this shit? Put 'F' on the application and they all of a sudden don't want shit to do with you." "Then quit putting 'F' on there; God damn, you were let go, right?" Melissa said. "Yeah, but it's still on my record; my lawyer's working on getting it removed but until then, I got to put it on there," Jennifer said. ---- Jacy tiredly walked toward her car. It had been a slow night and for her slow nights were even more tiring than busy ones. At least during busy nights, she would stay moving. Stopping and starting and stopping again took a lot more out of her. "Hey, Bitch, I need to talk to you," Cecil snarled and reached for her. She reacted on adrenaline and whipped the can of pepper spray out of her purse. Cecil screamed as the noxious spray blasted his eyes. Blindly, he reached out to slap Jacy, slap the horrible can out of her hand. Jacy kept her thumb on the spray, until Cecil was grunting and thrashing on the ground in agony, unable to breathe. "I called the cops," John called out, brandishing a pistol. "Go call your grandparents, let them know you'll be a little late getting home." Melvin was out of bed and dressed before Bernice hung up the telephone. "Be careful; don't speed," Bernice warned. "My granddaughter's in trouble and all you worried about is me speeding?" Melvin asked breathlessly. Melvin stood and listened as Sheriff Dick Davis took everyone's statements. Unfortunately, since nothing had really happened, other than Cecil moved to put his hand on Jacy, there was little that could be done. "So, you're saying, she has to let him rape her before you can do anything?" Melvin angrily asked the police officer. "No, I'm saying, if he had actually put his hand on her, then we could charge him with something. But, obviously, your granddaughter's a little too fast on the trigger so..." Dick patiently explained. To Cecil, Dick did say, "You bother her any more, I'll be on your ass like stink on shit, you understand?" Cecil did not answer, just groaned as the EMT finished flushing his eyes. "Going to burn for a while, but you should be all right to drive," the EMT finally said. ---- "Yeah, sure, that sounds great," Jacy said then hung up. "And how is your mother, dear?" Bernice asked, fighting to keep the disapproval out of her voice. "Good, I guess," Jacy shrugged. "Says she wants to take me out to dinner, graduation celebration, you know?" "Oh, that's nice," Bernice said, trying to sound cheerful. "Manny's Mexican; pretty good stuff there," Jacy said and got ready to go. "Be careful, have fun, love you," Bernice said. Jacy peered into the living room and smiled. Melvin lay on the couch, snoring. Pebbles lay on his chest, also snoring. "Grandma, get me the camera," Jacy whispered. "Huh, what?" Melvin shook himself awake when the flash from the camera startled him. "Sorry, Grandpa," Jacy smiled. "Forgot to turn the flash off." "Damned mangy animal; Jacy, get your God awful cat off me," Melvin complained. "Oh, I would. If I had a cat," Jacy laughed as the man lovingly stroked the cat's belly. With a kiss for both Melvin and Pebbles, Jacy left the house. "I hate cats," Melvin muttered as he sat up. "Ought to throw this thing outside, let the coyotes have her." "Yeah, cat looks terrified," Bernice smiled. "Now, go wash your hands; dinner's almost ready." "Where's Jacy going?" Melvin asked. "Dinner. With her mother," Bernice said, saying 'mother' as if it were a vulgarity. ---- Cecil smiled easily; he'd run across Jennifer, vaguely remembering her. "Yeah, just wait until you see my daughter; you're going to love her," Jennifer was enthusing as they pulled up to Manny's restaurant. "Uh huh, she anything like her momma?" Cecil asked, casually grabbing one of Jennifer's breasts. "No, not really, well, I guess so," Jennifer laughed. "I mean, put long brown hair on me and I guess you got her, you know" Jennifer said. "Probably seen her; works over at that, oh, what's the name of that place? That drive-in?" "Clark's?" Cecil asked. "That's it!" Jennifer said, jabbing him in his muscular chest. "Real long curly hair?" Cecil asked, getting his nine millimeter out of the console compartment of the car. "Yeah, hey, what you need that for?" Jennifer asked, noticing the gun. "Just do, Bunny, know what I'm saying?" Cecil smiled reassuringly. "Shit, never know what ignorant mother fuckers come into places like this, know what I'm saying?" Jacy entered the building, saw her mother sitting at a table and started walking toward her. She faltered as she saw Cecil sitting next to her mother, smiling fiendishly at her. "Hi Mother, um, what's he doing here; thought it was just going to be the two of us?" Jacy asked. "Well it was," Jennifer said, smiling happily. "But I kind of ran into him; this is Cecil; he's an old boyfriend of mine, and well, I just kind of thought, you know?" Cecil smiled even wider, sitting back so that Jacy could see the butt of his gun. "Oh, hey!" Jacy called out, spotting Bobbi Quarvaros, one of the waitresses at Manny's restaurant. "Mom, I'll be right back; me and that girl went to school together; she graduated last year." "Hey Bobbi!" Jacy said, coming up and giving the surprised Bobbi a hug. "Call the police, please," she urgently whispered into Bobbi's ear. "That man at my table has a gun." "What?" Bobbi asked as Jacy smiled widely. "I know!" she said loudly. "It's like, so great to see you!" "Bobbi, we got no time, you playing around, chit-chatting with your little friends," Manny ordered his daughter. "Oh, okay, I'm sorry, talk to you later," Jacy said loudly. "Please," she whispered to Bobbi. Bobbi nodded and dashed to the kitchen. "You ever eat here?" Jacy asked as she picked up her menu and looked through it. "Yeah, well, um, like years ago, before your father decided to fuck me over and get my ass sent off to prison," Jennifer spat out, still bitter. "He's still there," Jacy calmly reminded her mother. "And I fucking hope he dies there," Jennifer said angrily. "So, the number twelve? You ever have that?" Jacy asked. "Ma'am?" Officer Eric Greene asked. "There a problem?" "Yes Officer, that man has a gun and I know for a fact that he is a convicted felon and is currently waiting trial on weapons violation," Jacy said, smiling at a stunned Cecil. "Sir, put your hands where I can see them, stand up slowly," Eric said, hand on the butt of his service revolver. "You little fucking bitch," Cecil spat. ""So, Mom," Jacy smiled to an ashen Jennifer. "Are you supposed to be hanging out with other felons?" "What?" Jennifer finally sputtered out. "I said 'are you supposed to be hanging out with other felons' since you just got out of prison?" Jacy asked loudly. "Really? You hate me that much?" Jennifer growled at her daughter. "Talking about my Daddy like that? Hoping he dies in prison? Yes Mother, I think I do," Jacy said, standing up. "You do know he's not even your father," Jennifer sneered and stood up at Eric's request. "You know what, Mother?" Jacy smiled. "It might not be his blood in my veins, but it is his heart that beating in my chest." "I get out, I be looking for you," Cecil growled at Jacy. "That's nice," Jacy smiled sweetly. "Officer, you did hear him make a threat, didn't you?" "Yes ma'am, I did," Eric said somberly. "Bye Mother; thanks for the lovely dinner," Jacy said and waved to Bobbi. Chapter 5 Jacy stood, walked across the stage and accepted her diploma. She smiled at the three people that cheered when her name was called out, then returned to her seat. After the ceremony, she hugged Jadia, Melissa, and Jelissa and thanked them for coming. "Like I'd miss my granddaughter graduating for college?" Melissa hooted. "Where's..." Jacy started to ask Jelissa, and then remembered that Rudy had been admitted to the hospice last week. "...Robbie and Sammy?" she quickly asked Jadia. "Eric's got them; it's his day off," Jadia smiled. "Oh no, don't tell me, he's got them out fishing again?" Jacy smiled. Jelissa started coughing and Jacy turned and watched, deeply concerned. Rudy was in the last stages of AIDS and Jelissa didn't look very far behind. Finally, eyes watering, Jelissa ceased her wet hacking and smiled tightly. "Now, who's ready for Red Lobster?" Melissa said with false cheerfulness. "Might as well; I know it's going to be pizza tonight," Jadia laughed. "Eric's always saying 'going to be bringing home a mess of fish,' then they get home with all kind of stories about how they ALMOST caught one, but..." "What you expect?" Jacy said. "He's a lover, not a fisher!" "Ooh! I can't wait to use that one on him!" Jadia laughed. "Jelissa, why don't you ride with me?" Jacy asked, putting a loving hand on her sister's arm. "Great!" Jelissa smiled, revealing a gap where one of her teeth used to be. Jacy guided them through the parking lot until they reached the old Buick. "Can't believe you still have this thing," Jelissa laughed. "Offered it to you," Jacy reminded her. "But Rudy said y'all rather have the two thousand, remember?" "Uh huh," Jelissa said, losing her smile. "Don't even think we had that money a whole week before it was all gone. Jacy slipped the robe off, and dropped it and her cap into the trunk of the car, then got in. "Hey, um, Jacy?" Jelissa asked when they pulled out onto Johnson Street. "Yeah?" Jacy asked. "I um, I know I ain't never told you this, but um, I love you," Jelissa said. Jacy waited for the pitch. The last time Jelissa had said she loved her; she'd followed it up with a plea for money. When Jacy refused, Jelissa didn't speak to her sister for nearly a year afterward. The next time she saw her sister, it was at Grandma's funeral. Melvin had been the first to go, massive heart attack. "Died watching the Saints," Bernice had smiled through her tears. "On three," Jacy whispered to the man in the box. "One two three, go Saints." Bernice followed three months later. Complications due to pneumonia, the doctor had said, but Jacy knew her grandmother had died of a broken heart, too lonely with her Melvin to go on. And at the funeral, Jelissa and Rudy had the gall to ask about the will, if there was one. "Um, so, if there ain't no will, then everything gets split up three ways?" Rudy had asked. "Number one," Jacy had spat at the insufferable woman. "This is hardly the time or the place for such conversations. Number two, you are not family, you are an outsider so it is none of your business and number three, and there is a will. The probate will be decided three weeks from tomorrow." Both Jelissa and Rudy stormed out, loudly proclaiming 'how dare Jacy say that Rudy wasn't family and that Rudy was an outsider.' "Bitch, I'm more family than you'll ever fucking be, hear me?" Rudy had screamed at Jacy. Jadia had refused to join Jelissa and Rudy, tightly clutching Jacy's hand. Jacy smiled, realizing that Jadia was actually terrified of Rudy but was bravely choosing to do the right thing. At the reading of the will three weeks later, Rudy again staged a storming out when Sophia Coutre read that Jelissa was to receive only ten thousand dollars. Jadia nodded thanks when she too was awarded a ten thousand dollar check. And to our granddaughter, Jacy Alice Kay," Sophia continued. Jacy's softball scholarship had paid her tuition and Jacy had never wanted for anything as long as she lived with Grandma and Grandpa. She proudly bought, with her own money earned by working at Clark's the frivolous things that teenaged girls buy, and Grandma and Grandpa proudly bought her the essentials. Melvin and Bernice left the house, the two cars, and nearly eight hundred thousand dollars in CDs, stock certificates, and their savings accounts. "Jadia, I don't need all of this," Jacy had said to her sister. "You got two kids; you take some of this." "I'll take Grandma's car; mine's about to fall apart," Jadia said. "No, I mean, take some of this money," Jacy pleaded. "Tell you what, Jacy," Jadia said. "Grandma and Grandpa wanted you to have it. You hold onto it. I ever need any, I'll come see you, okay?" Jacy made the same offer to Jelissa, with Rudy making all the decisions. "So how much they leave you?" Rudy demanded. "Rudy, please, this is between my sister and me," Jacy patiently said. "Uh uh, bitch, this is between your sister, ME and you," Rudy yelled. Finally, Jacy decided that Grandpa's car was worth two thousand dollars and neither Jelissa nor Rudy wanted Grandpa's car, she'd offer them the Blue Book value of the car. "I'll bring the money tomorrow," Jacy said and got out of the filthy trailer Jelissa and Rudy were living in. ---- Kenneth smiled as he looked at the graduation photograph. "God, I sure do have a beautiful little girl," he said aloud then put the picture down and read her letter. It saddened him; Jennifer, whether out of spite, or genuine emotion, had told Jacy that he, Kenneth Alan Kay, was not her actual father. "I don't care," Jacy wrote in her long flowing penmanship. "To me, you have always been my Daddy, you have always been the man that I love and I will continue to call you 'Daddy' until my dying day." Jadia had likewise been told that Kenneth was not her father, but she just shrugged, a move that angered her mother. "Don't you even want to know who your father is?" Jennifer had shrilled. "I know who my father is," Jadia said and continued to mash up the bananas for the banana nut bread she was making. "My father is Kenneth Kay, a man that gave up on a few of his hopes and dreams so that he could provide for his family. Did you know he had a baseball scholarship and there were a couple of teams that were scouting him?" "So?" Jennifer asked, uncaring. "Uh huh, and he was also a real good bass player too; Grandpa hated rock and roll, but even he said Daddy was real good and probably could have been like a huge star or something, but he put his toys up and went and got a real job when he was going to be a Daddy," Jadia went on, mixing the sugar into the bowl. "Tell me, Mother, you give up anything for us? My father, whoever he is, HE gives anything up for us? So, unless my father died and left me like a million dollars, I really don't give a fuck who he is." Kenneth put Jadia's short, poorly written note down and smiled at the photographs she included with her note. Her fiancé was a police officer in Bender, Louisiana, and was obviously proud of his uniform. Jadia posed with Eric Greene, wearing his policeman's cap. In the photograph, she was laughing as Eric tried to take his cap back from her. The next photograph showed her and Robert and Samuel. Robert had on a child's policeman uniform and Samuel had on a child's fireman's uniform. Inferno He looked again. In both photographs, Jadia was wearing long sleeves, covering up her tattoos. "Good girl," he smiled. From what he could decipher from her note, Jennifer had told her that he wasn't her father, but Jadia didn't care; he was her father as far as she was concerned. "Good girl," he said again. The letter from Jelissa had been a total surprise and he cautiously pulled the three sheets of paper out of the envelope. Obviously, Jelissa did not trust her own handwriting; the letter was printed out. He chuckled to himself; she had selected a very bold type. "Afraid my eyes ain't what they used to be?" he asked himself. "Dear Kenneth:" her letter started out and, even though he knew that he wasn't her biological father, her failure to address him as 'Father,' or 'Daddy,' or 'Dad' did hurt. "So, Mother comes over and tells me you're not my father," the letter continued. "I'm sorry. I can't think of another man I would be prouder to have as my father." He read on. The letter apologized for her actions of years past, of her disrespect, of her attitude toward him. Sign of weakness or not, he allowed a few tears to fall as she disclosed that she was in a hospice, dying of AIDS. "No one gave this shit to me but me," the letter said. "I shoved that needle in my arm, not you, not Mother, not Rudy, just me," the letter went on. "Kenneth, I know I was a horrible daughter and you've never been nothing but a good, loving Dad," Jelissa wrote. He smiled tightly; she signed it All My Love, Jelissa.' "Dear Jelissa," he wrote. Jelissa smiled as the nurse's aide read the letter to her; she was too weak to hold the pages in her hands, too weak to raise her head long enough to read the letter. "Love, Daddy," the nurse's aide concluded the letter. "Really?" Jelissa asked. "He signed it 'Love, Daddy'?" "Right here, you can look for yourself," the nurse's aide said, holding up the letter. "Again?" Jelissa begged. "Read it again?" "Okay," the young woman smiled. ---- "Show me," Melissa demanded. "Show you what?" Jennifer asked. "Show me. Show me where the fuck you been looking; sure as God damned tooting, I was out looking for work I'd have found SOMETHING by now!" Melissa screamed. "Nobody's hiring!" Jennifer screamed back. "Everywhere I been, they just tell me 'Thanks, we'll be in touch,' and that's it!" "You been to Babbage's? You been to that new place, oh, what the hell is it, on Fifty two?" Melissa asked. "Told you, they see 'F' on the application, don't even bother reading the rest of it. "Oh, God damn, quit feeling sorry for yourself, fill out the fucking application and ask for a job, huh?" Melissa said and stomped into the kitchen. "And let me guess; now you expect me to cook your dinner too, huh?" Jennifer eased her now quite pudgy body off the couch and lumbered into the kitchen. "No, no, I'll fix it; what we got?" Jennifer asked. "Been here all day, you ain't looked once to see what we got?" Melissa asked her anger quite evident. Jennifer made quick work out of the ground turkey, and then slapped a plate down in front of her mother before fixing herself a plate. Meal over, both women returned to the living room to watch television. Melissa purposefully selected a program she knew Jennifer would hate, a Prime Time investigative report. "Your house, you can watch whatever you want. My house, we watch what I want," Melissa smirked and turned up the volume. ---- Kenneth held out no hope as he shuffled into the garishly lighted room. Again, he was introduced to the three people that the State of Louisiana had decided would evaluate him and his chances of leading a gainful, productive life outside of the penal system. He sat and silently regarded the two uncomfortable looking men and the unattractive woman. The woman, even in her late sixties, still displayed the long hair of her youth and still used the horribly outdated vernacular of the bygone Woodstock Era. He gave elaborate answers to their questions, laying it on as thick as he possibly could, knowing that there was little to no chance he'd be given a release; there were three unexplained deaths in his file folder. Actually there were six deaths that could be attributed to him, but he wasn't going to volunteer that information. But he was receiving some morbid satisfaction out of playing 'Pious Petey' for them. "Well, sir," he said, addressing one of the men, "My mom and dad died and I wasn't allowed to go to their funerals, so I guess the very first thing I'd want to do is go visit their grave site, you know? My middle daughter? She's got AIDS; just found that out yesterday, she's not long for this world so I'd really want to see her, say goodbye. And I've got two grandchildren, two boys; I sure would like to see them." He almost smiled; the woman was eating it up, nodding her head in agreement. But even if she fell for all of his bullshit, she would be overruled by the two bureaucrats in their ill-fitting suits. "Well, sir, the mattress factory? I really don't know if they'd take me back; I mean, it's been what? Nine years?" Kenneth shook his head. "Gosh, I don't even know what jobs are available. Let's see, I'm forty eight now, I really don't know what I'd be doing. I guess janitor or something's about the best I could hope for, huh?" For nearly an hour, Kenneth answered the questions, fighting the urge to just tell the three paper-pushers what they could do with the papers and with each other and with their mothers. "Thank you, Mr. Kay," finally one of the men said and he was led out of the room. "Sure as shit hope you get out of here; mother it all unhealthy and shit having your ass around," Frederick Parr said, not smiling. "You and I both know fucking good and well there ain't a God damned shot in Hell they'll ever let me out of here so don't even waste your fucking breath wishing for it," Kenneth said, walking down the dimly lighted corridors. ---- Jacy took a moment to compose herself, then gathered her laptop case and purse and got out of the car. Through the smoked glass doors of Young Insurance the, she could see a bored looking woman sitting behind a desk. The woman's blouse was a little too snug on the woman and had three buttons undone, displaying a lacy red bra. The woman also had multiple tattoos that were quite visible in the too sheer blouse. Jacy was glad that Jadia had come to her and asked if she could borrow some money to have some of her tattoos removed. "Not the flowers," Jadia had smiled. "Eric likes eating at the Garden." "Too much information!" Jacy had laughed. "How much you need?" Jacy smiled at the receptionist and felt slightly puzzled when the woman looked up, did a double-take, then returned Jacy's smile. "Hi, can I help you?" Michelle Ruiz asked. "Yes, Jacy Kay? Here to see Elizabeth? Elizabeth Baggett?" Jacy offered. "Ms. Baggett?" Michelle said, mashing a button. "Yes?" a metallic voice asked. "Um, Jacy Kay here to see you," Michelle said. "Please send her back," the voice said. "Down that hall, first door on the right," Michelle offered, pointing a long brightly painted fingernail. "Thank you," Jacy said and followed the woman's directions. She entered the office and realized why Michelle had done a double-take. Her twin sat on the other side of the desk. Elizabeth Baggett had long, dark, curly hair, deep brown eyes, snub nose, and pouting lips. She had a square face with a strong jaw line, quite large breasts, slender waist, and slightly rounded hips. When she stood to take Jacy's offered hand, they were both eye to eye, both at five foot six inches. "You went to St. Thomas Aquinas," Jacy said, smiling even wider. "I remember; everyone was always asking if you were my big sister." "I can see why," Elizabeth smiled wider. "But I'm sorry, I don't remember..." "No reason why you would," Jacy laughed. "I was a lowly eighth grader when you were a senior." "Go Avengers," Elizabeth smiled. "And let me see, you're here..." "Sure you hear it a hundred times a day; I'm looking for a job. Just got out of U.L.L, Business Admin, three point nine two," Jacy said, digging out her resume. "Have it right here," Elizabeth said, taking her seat again. "Printed out the e-mail you sent me." "There was another girl people were always asking if we were sisters, um..." Jacy said, taking a seat. "Madison Marcoloni?" Elizabeth asked. "Yeah, people were always getting us mixed up, even though I had real short hair back then and she had real long straight hair." "Yeah, that's it; Madison," Jacy smiled. "Okay, now, let's see..." Elizabeth smiled, picking up Jacy's resume. "Worked at Clark's for six years? Impressive. Seriously, I mean, I see some resumes? There's ten, fifteen jobs listed and I'm wondering to myself, 'why would I hire you? You're just going to quit in a month or two,' you know?" "What can I say; I loved working at Clark's," Jacy admitted. "But I didn't put in four years of college to skate around in shorts in the winter, you know?" "Oh, I know who you are!" Elizabeth laughed. "Oh wow, you're the girl that jumps those benches out front!" "Yep, that's me," Jacy laughed. "You ever wipe out?" Elizabeth asked. "A couple of times; one time I had a whole bunch of sundaes and I didn't put one of them on there all the way and I could feel it slipping and tried to correct it; wound up spilling all of them all over the place," Jacy smiled. "The guys felt so bad for me, they got out of their car and cleaned it all up before I even came back with their replacement sundaes. Got a twenty dollar tip out of that." "Well, I'm afraid it'll be a little boring around here," Elizabeth smiled. "No ma'am," Jacy smiled. "There's the skate park out in Flowers; it's mainly for skateboarders, but I get out there and show them what a girl can do. And on Sundays, I go motocross racing. Believe me; I won't be missing out on anything." "Motocross?" Elizabeth asked eyes wide. ---- Jacy had discovered her father's motocross trophies and had begged Melvin to tell her about her Daddy's motorcycle racing days. Then they heard that there would be a race held in Jack's Creek and Jacy begged Melvin to take her to see it. The sun had been blistering hot, the track dusty, the concession stands had run out of sodas and bottled water, the noise level was deafening, and Jacy had loved it. "Here's the one twenty five class," Melvin had said. "That's the class your Daddy raced in. Used to call them the 'Animal' class; bunch of dumb ass kids ain't got enough sense to know they could get hurt out there." Jacy watched as the fourteen boys snarled around the track for three laps, kicking and clawing and screaming as they fought for position. "Oh my God!" Jacy screamed as one biker barely missed landing on top of another biker after taking the highest jump at great speed. "I'm going to do that," Jacy firmly told her Grandpa as they drove home that miserable Sunday. Melvin looked at the sunburned girl and nodded his head; he knew he wasn't going to talk her out of it and her Grandmother wasn't going to like it, but she wasn't going to talk Jacy out of it either. At first he tried to get her an old Honda one hundred. The fourteen year old girl looked at the bike, and then looked at Melvin in disgust. "Where's the flowers and the basket?" she asked. "I mean, really; you going to get me a little girl's bike might as well get all the stuff for it, huh?" So he relented and got her a 1998 Yamaha YZ 125. "Yeah, it's a little bit older," he said. "It's perfect," Jacy said, then bent to the task of helping her grandfather tear it down. They bored out the piston, put a sleeve in the exhaust pipe, bought wider handlebars for it, bought lighter rims for it, and then waited for the next Sunday to come along. "That was MY daughter, I wouldn't let her race in that class," the man said as they signed Jacy up. "Well, that's why she's not your daughter," Melvin had said tightly. Her first race, nine boys and her, was a disaster as far as Jacy was concerned. After two heats, she wound up finishing in fourth place. "What?" Melvin asked in disbelief as a sobbing Jacy helped him load the bike onto the trailer. "What are you crying about? This was your first race! You beat six boys! You see any of them crying?" "But I wanted to win!" Jacy cried out. "Honey, we ALL do," Melvin said, hugging her tightly. "Baby, next time, okay? Next time you'll do better, all right?" Kenneth was a little perturbed when he got the photograph of a smiling Jacy, holding her second place trophy. "And would you have listened to us if we told you not to race?" Bernice wrote to him. "Oh, wait. We did tell you not to race and you still did it anyway." His heart caught in his throat when he saw the photograph of her racing. His little girl, his baby, right in the thick of the bikes, fighting for the lead. "Oh, my God," he wrote to his father. "I had no idea how frightening that must have looked to you, to watch me doing all of that." "And we survived," Melvin wrote. "And we'll survive it now." Melvin sent in the photographs of Jacy's first first place win, and Kenneth was horrified. It had rained almost non-stop the day before; the track was pure slop by the time the one twenty five class lined up at the gate. The boy to Jacy's left, Bobby Orrino, Jacy knew, had a sneaky habit of crowding the people to the outside of the turn. The first turn was a turn to the left, meaning he would be pushing into her. So when the gate dropped, she edged to her left, forcing Bobby to nearly come to a complete stop. Mud splattered into her face, her chest, and her legs. Jacy was grateful for the stupid goggles her Grandpa made her wear, and grateful for the mouthpart her Grandma made her wear. "We spent too damned much money on that mouth of yours to let a rock knock them teeth out," Bernice fussed. "I don't care if it looks stupid; you're wearing the guard." By the end of the first lap, Jacy had to wipe frantically at the goggles in order to see. She was in the lead by the second lap and didn't have to wipe at her goggles; when no one is spraying mud in your face, you don't have to wipe mud from your goggles. "You cut me off," Bobby hotly accused as Jacy wiped her muddy face clean. "Aw, poor baby," Jacy taunted, her taunt all the more cutting in her little girl voice. "Watch your ass next heat, bitch," Bobby spat then yelped as Melvin grabbed him and lifted him off his feet by his jersey. "Apologize for calling her 'bitch' or I will knock out every single tooth in that smart mouth of yours, punk," Melvin hissed. Next heat, Bobby did try to crowd her but Jacy held her ground and Bobby was the one to concede the first turn. "A fucking girl?" Robert Orrino bellowed at his son. "You let a fucking girl beat you? Come on, God damned sissy; we're going home and putting this bike up for sale. Be good and God damned I'm paying all this money so you can let some little girl fucking beat you." Kenneth was shocked at how filthy Jacy looked as she stood, holding her first place trophy. The next photograph showed her unzipping the leather jacket, revealing a completely soaked, filthy jersey. The next photograph showed her, dressed in only socks, bra, and panties, and all skin that was visible was brown with mud. And in all the photographs, Jacy's dirty face was beaming with absolute joy. ---- "You still race?" Elizabeth asked. "Yeah; kind of grew out of the one twenty five class; got an YZ 250 now," Jacy smiled. "Isn't it dangerous?" Elizabeth asked. Jacy fought down the sarcastic response; she was trying to get a job. "Well, that's why we wear protective gear," Jacy explained. "So when's the next race?" Elizabeth asked. "Sunday, Turkey Creek," Jacy smiled. "Want to go?" Elizabeth looked up sharply. Was it written on her face, could people just look at her and tell that she was in a lesbian relationship? There were no overt signals coming from Jacy, though, just a genuine warm smile. "I don't know," Elizabeth relaxed. "Got a two year old; he might not like all that noise." "Little boys?" Jacy laughed. "Most of them LOVE that entire racket!" Michelle picked that inopportune time to interrupt her supervisor. Elizabeth had inherited the surly, unprofessional Michelle from the previous branch manager, had had written the girl up twice. Michelle's sheer blouse and too short skirt, as far as Elizabeth was concerned, was the final straw. But Michelle sealed her fate by sending one of Grant Johnson's clients to Elizabeth's office instead of to Grant's office, simply because the man looked angry. Michelle did not like Elizabeth and had a habit of sending all difficult clients to her supervisor's office out of spite. "You ain't Grant," the man snarled after flinging Elizabeth's door open. "Second door on the left," Elizabeth calmly told the man. "Then why'd that dumb bitch tell me first door on the right?" the man bellowed, slamming Elizabeth's door shut. One final question, Ms. Kay," Elizabeth asked, her anger quite evident. "Do you have any visible tattoos?" "Um, just one, but it's only visible if I take off my bra," Jacy quietly admitted. She pointed to her left breast. "It's a flaming heart and inside it says 'I heart My Daddy,'" Jacy said, blushing hotly. "Nice," Elizabeth smiled. "I don't have any, but if I ever did get one, that's what mine would say." "I mean, my Daddy's like the most wonderful man in the world but my Mom never did love him and..." Jacy went on. "Most wonderful man in the world, next to MY Daddy," Elizabeth interrupted. "Nuh uh!" Jacy said in her breathy, little girl voice. "Uh huh!" Elizabeth said, and then got to her feet. She held out her hand and gave Jacy's hand a healthy grip. "Ms. Kay, I am presently looking for a new receptionist, with the possibility of advancement in the future. Interested?" Elizabeth asked. "Yes ma'am," Jacy smiled happily. "I am sorry that you're going to kind of have to learn on the fly; I really doubt Michelle's going to be willing to help you out a whole lot when I fire her," Elizabeth said. "Could you go wait in the lunch room? It's the last door down on the left." "Yes ma'am," Jacy smiled. ---- Jadia looked at Eric and fought the urge to burst into tears. "So?" Eric asked, growing uncomfortable in the silence. "Baby, yes, you know I do want to marry you, God, I love you so damned much," Jadia sighed. "Then what's the problem?" he asked, fighting down the anger. "Oh God, I know it's like, so stupid, but I really would like for my Daddy to walk me down the aisle, you know?" Jadia said, a small sob catching in her throat. "Any chance he'll get paroled or something?" Eric asked. "I don't know; I ought to ask Jacy; she keeps up with all that stuff," Jacia sighed again. She took his face into her small hands and looked deeply into his eyes. "Please believe me, I love you, I am so in love with you, I can't wait to be Mrs. Eric Greene, but, oh, damn it! It's probably pretty stupid, but I keep hoping, the longer that I wait, maybe my Daddy will come home, you know?" Jadia admitted. ---- Jacy let herself into her home. The house was quiet but it was always quiet without Melvin and Bernice and Pebbles there. She had thought about getting another cat after Pebbles had passed away but it just felt like she was betraying her sweet, loving and faithful companion, so she didn't. She sighed gratefully as she slipped her shoes off her feet. Her first day on her new job had been fun, exciting, and even a little nerve-wracking. Elizabeth had tried to help, but there were some aspects of the phone system that only Michelle had knowledge of, and Michelle wasn't there to show Jacy. Michelle had grabbed a few personal items off of the desk, slammed her keys down, and tearfully marched out of the building. Infernos *Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. This is the conclusion to 'Inferno.' If you've not read 'Inferno' please do so before reading this one. Also, if Father/Daughter incest offends you, do not progress any further. Chapter 1 Kenneth stared out the window at the inky blackness. The van groaned and creaked and rattled over every single bump in the road and finally pulled up in front of a convenience store. Nine years. Nine long years for aggravated arson. He was being released because of Ms. Woodstock (as he had christened the aging hippy that worked on the parole board). Ms Goldman had put her stamp of approval on the application "Ms. Goldman, you can't be serious!" Mr. Stockton had harrumphed. "He has served the majority of his sentence; what good is it going to do to keep him here?" Ms. Goldman argued. "Tell me, what purpose is being served?" "Ms. Goldman, he was investigated three times. Three times. Each time was because of the death of a fellow inmate. "And each time, there was no evidence it was him; inconclusive pretty much tells me they had no proof. For all we know, it could have been him, OR anyone else," she pointed out. "You know what, Ms. Goldman, I hope he moves in right next door to you," Mr. Broussard spat as he signed his own name to the application. "I would be honored to have him as a neighbor," Ms. Goldman lied. Kenneth Kay and the other newly paroled convicts got off the van into the humid air. "Where?" the tired assistant warden asked as he approached the counter. "Where what?" Kenneth asked. "Where am I buying a bus ticket to?" the man asked, now a little perturbed. "DeGarde," Kenneth said. "Dee... that in Louisiana?" the man asked. "Yeah," Kenneth said. "Ninety seven fifty," the Asian man declared and frowned as he was handed the purchase order. The man turned to the other three prisoners and then purchased three tickets for New Orleans. Again the Asian man frowned as the man paid with purchase orders. "Vouchers no good," he argued. "Wait two, three weeks, waiting for money to come in." "Be happy to tell the state you don't want to do business with us anymore," the man threatened. Kenneth looked at the ticket and fought the urge to groan. According to the printout, he would be waiting for nearly thirteen hours for the next bus to come along. "Five hours?" another man complained. "I'm being here five fucking hours, waiting on that fucking bus?" Kenneth walked up and down the aisles of the convenience store and finally selected a microwave burrito. "No voucher," the Asian man demanded. "Cash," Kenneth said and gave the man a five dollar bill. "Aw, hey my man," one of the other released convicts smiled at Kenneth. "Hey my man, you just saw my last five bucks and I got thirteen hours until my bus comes," Kenneth lied. He took a bite of the stale burrito, chewed it, and then forced a swallow. "And I got another seven hours until my bus pulls up at my stop. So, this? This has got to last me twenty hours. So, my man, what you were going to say?" By the time the New Orleans bound Greyhound bus did arrive, Kenneth was almost ready to return to Angola. It seemed that the other three released convicts had money to buy cigarettes and even a couple of scratch off lottery tickets, but none of them had money for coffee, or chips, or any other food items and were constantly trying to wheedle a few bucks from Kenneth. "What part of 'No' do you not get?" he said. "It was 'no' an hour ago, and the word 'no' hasn't changed in an hour." "No refill," the new clerk screeched. Kenneth walked up to the counter, showed the elderly, pinched faced Asian woman the coffee cup. On its side was clearly printed 'free refills.' She glowered at him and almost yelled that he was using too much sugar. "Aw, hey, man, you could have slipped one of us that cup; we could get us some coffee too," one of the three objected. "Could have, aw look, here comes your bus; later," Kenneth said. "No bathroom," the elderly lady barked when Kenneth approached the counter. "Look, bitch," Kenneth snapped. "You have a bathroom here; just show me where the fucking thing is, all right?" "No cursing, you no talk to me like that, you go, you leave, I call police," the woman screeched. "Call them," Kenneth bluffed. Grumbling, the woman unlocked the tiny closet. The bathroom doubled as a storage closet; there were stacks and stacks of candy bar boxes. She stood with the door wide open and Kenneth waited. "You no steal nothing," the woman said as she finally closed the door. Kenneth did not particularly like sweets but was very tempted to steal a few candy bars, just to spite the harsh woman. "With my luck," he thought to himself. "Bitch's probably watching me through a peephole." It felt good to be able to relieve himself in peace and quiet. He came out and found the elderly woman not quite so loud and shrill; two teenaged kids were holding pistols and demanding her money. "You help, please!" she screeched at Kenneth. "Fuck you too!" he snapped. "Spend all your time yelling at me; now want me to help you? Fuck that; these mother fuckers can have whatever the fuck they want!" He turned to face the taller of the two kids. "Hey, it okay I grab myself some juice? Fucking dying of thirst here," he asked. "Help yourself," the kid giggled. "No, no, you pay for that," the woman yelled. "Just open the fucking safe, slant eyed bitch," the tall kid demanded. Kenneth found the juice bottles and smiled tightly. They were ridiculously overpriced and he was sure the woman would make him pay for them after everything was all over. He tested the two heavy glass bottles in his hand and looked over to the thugs. It had been years since he was on the pitcher's mound but he was only twelve feet away from the two kids. Both kids crumpled to the ground when the juice bottles struck them in the back of the head. "Call the police," Kenneth demanded and kicked their guns away from their hands. The police were quick to respond and both kids were complaining of sore heads as they were stuffed into the police car. "Here," the old woman said, handing Kenneth a microwave hamburger and a beer, the closest thing Kenneth got to an apology and thanks from the woman. His bus pulled up and the driver eyed him suspiciously as he took the now quite rumpled ticket from Kenneth. Kenneth found an unoccupied seat and sat, close to the window. ---- Jennifer looked with mild interest as Grace fawned all over a very short woman. The short woman was pushing a baby stroller with a chunky boy in it, and her belly was grossly distended in her last month of pregnancy. The woman wore oversized glasses and had long brown hair that hung down, almost touching the floor. "Where's Georgette?" Grace asked. "St. Richard's," Mary smiled. "Today's her first day of kindergarten." "Aw!" Grace said. "Who's that?" Jennifer asked Mindy. "That's Mary; isn't she beautiful?" Mindy practically gushed like a love-struck teenager. Jennifer looked at the pregnant woman again and shrugged. "Go talk to her; you'll see what I mean," Mindy encouraged. "Hi, I'm Jennifer; can I help you find anything?" Jennifer asked the small woman and was rewarded with a blinding smile. "Mary, this is Jennifer Kay; she's our newest employee," Grace introduced the two women. "So nice to meet you," Mary smiled and actually patted Jennifer's hand warmly. "But no, thanks; I just stopped by to say 'Hi' to Grace and Mindy. We all went to school together." Jennifer couldn't explain it, but she felt drawn to the petite woman, drawn to her warmth and her happiness. "You got the check, right? I sent it..." Grace asked eager to please the woman. "Yes, thank you, came just like clockwork," Mary agreed, then looked at a small one-piece outfit. "Oh, isn't that cute?" "Is Tommy still in a twenty four month?" Grace quickly asked. "Yeah, for now!" Mary laughed happily. "He's going to be just as big as his daddy, I swear!" "I'll get it," Mindy quickly yelled out and actually ran to the stockroom. "She's the owner of the store," Mindy confided to Jennifer when Mary left the store. "Grace read about some store that had caught on fire and all the clothing was ruined when the sprinkler system put out the fire. All that needed to be done was the clothes needed to be washed, but of course, they couldn't be sold as new. Grace figured out, she could get the clothes at pennies on the dollar, but she needed someone with money. Being a convict, no bank's going to touch her. Then, she runs into Mary at church and Mary doesn't even blink, just writes Grace a check for a hundred thousand dollars and hands it to her." "I asked her how she could just do that," Grace cut in. "And she says 'I have faith in Jesus and I have faith that Jesus is with you.' I got down on my knees, right there in the parking lot and begged Jesus to forgive me." "Then, she comes in here, and I'm all like trying to act all cool and stuff," Mindy said. "And I asked her, 'God, you pulling one, pushing another and ready to pop out another one?' See, she had Georgette with her and she was just starting to show and Mary just looks at me with that beautiful smile and says 'I'm just a steward of His and will gladly have as many children as He will allow me to have.'" Mindy wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand. "I looked at her beautiful smile and fell down right here on the floor and begged her to show me how to be a steward of His too," Mindy admitted. "I told her, I am sinful and I am gay and she knelt down on the floor; even Georgette knelt down and Mary held my hand and quietly told me that Jesus washes us all clean with his blood, even the sinful and the gay." Jennifer looked at the young woman, then at the serenely smiling Grace and vowed to stay as far away from Mary Kowalski as possible. ---- Kenneth groaned as the DeGarde Inn's neon sign announcing Vacancy loomed in front of the bus. It had been a grueling journey, one filled with stops at nearly every place between Angola and DeGarde that had a streetlamp. "Thank you," he quietly said to the bus driver and disembarked from the bus, stepping out into the hot August evening. "Daddy!" he heard a little girl scream and nearly toppled over as a woman slammed into him, hugging him tightly. The young woman kissed him hotly, wetly, babbling over and over, "Daddy!" Her body pressed against him, hugging him tightly and over and over those soft, wet lips pressed to his surprised lips. "Come on, you got any luggage? Come on, we need to wait for them to unload anything? You got to get anything stamped or signed or can we just go?" Jacy fired off rapidly as the now interested bus driver got off the bus looking at the beautiful young woman with the scruffy looking man. "Just a box," Kenneth mumbled, disconcerted by Jacy's almost inappropriate kissing and hugging. "Here you go," the bus driver said cheerfully, smiling brightly at Jacy. "That's it? We can go now?" Jacy asked breathlessly. She quickly led Kenneth to the old Buick and unlocked the passenger door for him. He admonished himself for his reaction to her affectionate kisses and touches. He felt deeply ashamed for the lustful thoughts and the erection her short dress was inspiring in him as she ran around the front of the car and quickly got into the driver's seat. "Hungry? I wanted to make you a home-cooked meal, you know, a 'Welcome Home' dinner, but wasn't sure about when the bus would be here and didn't want it to be cold, or worse, all burnt, so I figure we'll just get you a hamburger and a chocolate malt; when's the last time you had a chocolate malt, huh? Bet it's been a long time, huh, Daddy? Oh my God! It is so good to see you; I love you so much! Anyway, how is a burger and malt sound? You hungry?" Jacy said, non-stop rapid-fire words pouring out in her breathy little voice. "Sounds perfect," Kenneth admitted and she smiled happily as she pulled up to Clark's Drive-In. "Watch this," Jacy smiled as Terry came zipping out of the centrally located building. Terry jumped the bench, spun around, skated backward, tight shorts exposing a good amount of her rear end, and approached Jacy's car. Playfully, Jacy honked the horn just as Terry spun around to face forward. Terry yelped in surprise. "Hey you!" Terry squealed when she recognized Jacy. "Hey yourself, pull your shorts out of your crack; you're mooning everyone," Jacy giggled in response. "Don't like it? Don't be looking!" Terry laughed. "Hey, who's the hot guy you got with you?" "My Daddy," Jacy beamed proudly. "Daddy, this is Terry; she's like my best friend in the whole wide world; Terry, this is Kenneth Kay." "It okay if I call you 'Daddy' too?" Terry asked suggestively, thrusting her chest out for Kenneth's benefit. "MO!" Jacy said forcefully. "MY Daddy!" "Party pooper," Terry said and the two girls laughed. "Okay, get me a burger, Daddy what you want on it?" Jacy said. "Everything," Kenneth said. "And a chocolate malt, that okay, Daddy?" Jacy continued. "Yeah, talked me into it," Kenneth agreed. "And I want a chili burger, but not a whole lot of jalapenos, and a root beer float," Jacy continued. "Got it," Terry smiled, thrust her chest out again for Kenneth's benefit and rapidly skated back to the small building. "Holy cow!" Kenneth exclaimed as another blonde waitress skated out, impressive chest displayed well in the snug tee shirt. The girl performed a series of tricky maneuvers, the whole while holding onto the tray, thenjumbed onto a small concrete table, skating across it, and landed on the other side, to the delight of the four teenage boys that sat at the table. She then put the food down on the table and waited for the boys to pay up. "That's Julie," Jacy smiled. "I showed her how to do that little trick. See, you skate around a few times, looking at the table to make sure there's nothing on it, and then you do the approach and jump up." "I bet you a million bucks she drops our stuff," Kenneth said as Terry skated out with a tray. "Better not!" Jacy laughed. "I'll never let her forget it!" Kenneth groaned happily; the burger was charbroiled to perfection and had the right amount of everything on it. No one taste crowded out any other taste. The malt was good and thick, but not to the point where it couldn't be sucked through the straw. "Want to taste mine?" Jacy asked, holding out her burger. "Yeah; been years since I had a jalapeno," Kenneth said and reached out for her burger. "Here, just take a bite," Jacy said, holding out her burger. Kenneth did and gasped as he got a big bite of the pepper. "Mmm!" he gasped and hurriedly sucked down some of his malt. "Let me have a taste of yours," Jacy ordered and Kenneth held out his burger. He felt her lips brush his fingers, and then felt her bite down into his burger. "Mmm," she said after swallowing her mouthful. "That's all right, but I like mine better. How's your malt?" "It's good," Kenneth quickly agreed, embarrassed at the erection that was beginning to form in his denim slacks. "Let me," Jacy said and gave his straw a mighty suck. "Want some?" she offered him her straw. "Never been a big fan of root beer," he admitted. "Too sweet for me." "Oh, okay," Jacy shrugged then smiled as Terry casually skated past, gathering up trays and garbage. "See she still hasn't pulled the shorts out of her crack," Kenneth managed to say. "Really can't," they just creep right back up there," Jacy admitted. "John's such a pervert; he's the guy owns this place. Says it keeps them coming back. He's right; it does keep them coming back." "And Dad let you work here?" Kenneth asked, mildly surprised. "Grandpa didn't really like it a whole bunch, but Grandma told him 'all those other girls got Grandpas too and their Grandpas let them work there.' Kind of ended the argument there," Jacy smiled sadly at the thought of her Grandma and Grandpa. Kenneth looked on with interest as Julie skated over to introduce herself. Jacy saw Kenneth's eyes go immediately to Julie's large breasts and smiled. "Mine are a full cup size bigger," she informed Kenneth. "Hey Julie; this is my Daddy, Kenneth Kay," Jacy introduced him. "Daddy, this is Julie; she couldn't even stand up in skates when she first started here, huh?" "Uh huh," Julie smiled at the memory. "So, Jacy said you were in Angola? Really? That true, or is she just making that shit up?" "Yeah, he went there for killing a blonde bitch that couldn't keep her mouth shut," Jacy said, angered that Julie might embarrass her Daddy. "Arson," Kenneth said, lightly touching Jacy's bare arm. "It's all right, Sweetie Pie; it's pretty much common knowledge. "Sorry," Julie said, apologizing to Jacy. "Again, it's all right," Kenneth said, never taking his eyes off of Julie's chest. "I'm not embarrassed about it." "Great to meet you; hope we see you around," Julie said and took the tray from the car and skated away. Kenneth let a huge yawn escape and Jacy giggled and started the car. "If you can yawn with her butt in your face like that, I guess you're pretty tired," she said and eased the car out of the slot. Once home she pushed him into the master bedroom. "Didn't want to say anything earlier; you really couldn't do anything about it, but whew! You need a shower! There's a can of shaving cream and a couple of razors, oh, and the blue toothbrush is yours, okay?" Jacy said. "Oh, sorry about that," Kenneth said, sniffing himself. "Oh, wow! You were working out, huh?" Jacy asked, putting a loving hand on Kenneth's massive bicep. "Uh huh, nothing else to do," Kenneth agreed. "Oh, God, I am so glad to finally have you home!" Jacy enthused again and hugged him tightly, pressing her body against his. "Glad to be home," he whispered in her ear, close to tears. "Now, go, go take a shower," she whispered back, giving him yet another hot, wet kiss on his lips. "And shave that thing off," she teased, rubbing his goatee and wrinkling up her nose. "Oh?" He asked, rubbing it as well. "Don't like it?" "No, my Daddy doesn't have any nasty mustache or beard; my Daddy's too good looking and sexy to cover up his face like that," Jacy said and again shoved him toward the bathroom. "Go on; you're not the only one that's tired. Kenneth closed the door to the bathroom, not wanting to take off his clothing in front of his daughter. Jacy stripped out of her ridiculously short dress and hung it up; it was actually one of Terry's; she'd borrowed it for this night. She slipped on her old Clark's Drive-In tee shirt and a pair of pink panties and got into the bed. She lay back and listened to the sound of the shower. She slowly masturbated as she imagined him soaping up his powerful body, the sudsy water trickling down and gathering in his blonde pubic hair before dripping off his cock and heavy balls. "Oh, oh yes!" she hissed as she orgasmed. She resisted the urge to continue masturbating and turned off her bedside lamps. "Hey, um, so, um, where am I sleeping tonight?" Kenneth asked as he came out of the bathroom, clad in a pair of his old boxers, holding the too loose garment up with one hand." In here, right here," Jacy said, patting the bed. "Nine years I haven't seen you; I want to go to sleep with you right next to me and I want you here when I wake up tomorrow morning." "Um, oh, okay," Kenneth said and cautiously got into the bed, making sure his boxers stayed up. "Good night, Daddy; I love you," Jacy whispered as he turned off his bedside lamp. Infernos of Love Ixchel woke up every morning to the honey, honey smell of flowers in every damn corner of the house. She used to like it. She used to like that brought flowers so often and that called her so often. She used to like the way that looked at her. There was joy behind every single glance that Margot and she exchanged. Ixchel shined and sparkled for Margot. All she needed was Margot wearing gray slacks and Docs, sitting in the navy blue Camry listening to The Smiths. Margot's hot hand on hers and that stare that Margot had. The one that seemed to be coming from the bottom of her gut. Always those thick lashes lowered to her, like some kind of worship. Ixchel enjoyed being worshipped. But worship and flowers turned into this: Ixchel pinned to the bed, screaming. "Get the fuck off of me Margot! Let me go!" Yeah right. Margot's hair sweeping past Ixchel's nose so that it tickled. Margot just giggled a bitter giggle and said, "No. Tell me what you were doing talking to Adrienne for so long and then I'll let you go." "I didn't do anything. Get off! I am not joking with you. Just get off of me." "Will you promise not to yell anymore?" "Yes." "Bullshit." Margot stared down at Ixchel for a moment before putting her hands around Ixchel's throat. She squeezed. Ixchel wriggled and tried to scream. She couldn't even squeal. Margot just watched Ixchel turn sort of blue. She brought her face down to Ixchel's so that she could almost feel Ixchel's face turning cold. Watery eyes closed as she released her hands from around the bruising throat. A moment to allow Ixchel to suck in some air, and then she got closer. Margot's lips pressed down on Ixchel's before she could take a second breath. A tongue invading her mouth. Ixchel's teeth rebelled. Teeth on tongue and Ixchel's jaws wouldn't give up. Blood trickled into both of their mouths and dripped down Ixchel's chin. A drop rolled down behind her ear. Margot shrieked a muffled shriek. Ixchel would not let go. She couldn't. But her jaw got tired. Margot sat up and put her hand over her mouth. She wanted to cry but couldn't let Ixchel see her cry. Ixchel just lay on the tacky green flowered bedspread, still trying to catch her breath. Margot could only stare and hold her mouth. A drop of blood on her white t-shirt. Finally she went to the kitchen and filled her mouth with ice. She kept spitting out bloody ice because it was too cold. She came back into the room and lay down on the bed opposite Ixchel. Her puppy dog eyes stared at Ixchel for a long time. Margot wanted to apologize. She just wanted Ixchel to be nice. So she said, "I was just joking. You know that, right? I was kidding. I would never hurt you." Five minutes later Margot had Ixchel by her collar, dragging her into the car. Ixchel was on the ground, trying not to scream, lest the neighbors hear something and peek out at them. Ixchel tugged herself free but still got into the car. Margot watched her closely as she walked around to the driver's side. Once Ixchel was inside, she knew that there really was no getting out until Margot decided it was time for her to get out. She just closed her eyes and pretended to be somewhere else. She was in Big Sur. She was driving down the coast with her Spanish lover, until Margot turned on the stereo. Duran Duran moaning sad crap at her. Margot sucking it all in. So now that they were in the car, now what? "I just needed to talk to you away from the house. I need you to listen to me and you weren't listening to me inside the house. Just tell me why you are so cold to me? Why are you so sweet to everyone else and so mean to me? You used to be so sweet." Margot had started the car and was driving towards the freeway. She grabbed for Ixchel's hand. "Maybe if you didn't watch me at school like some stalker I would be nicer to you." "I only do that because you make me not trust you. You still talk to Adrienne and I see the way you look at her. I just want to make sure that you and her are just friends. If I could trust you, then I wouldn't have to come all the way over to your school to see what you are doing." They drove around the valley, talking. Margot slowly breaking Ixchel down. Margot sweet talking. Margot stroking her hand. Ixchel could only stare out of the window and let herself be pet and calmed. They ended up at Margot's bungalow next to the Otter's Music Store and over the train tracks and across the street from the Frosty Queen. The bungalow used to be such a comforting place for Ixchel. Back when she liked ditching school. Back when Margot was shiny and new and had two blond streaks in her short brown hair. And now it was just a cave. Margot thought they were okay now. She just kept stroking Ixchel's hand. She switched over to sweet mode and was telling Ixchel how smart and wonderful she was. Margot got out of the car and opened Ixchel's door for her. She held out her hand for Ixchel to grab. Pulled back the mewling screen door and stopped to look at her Ixchel. "I love you, Ixchel." Ixchel knew that those were the wrong words. They got inside and Ixchel plopped herself down on the brown plaid couch. Margot didn't turn the lights on and blue dusk was coming in like powder. Ixchel closed her eyes and made herself content. She pretended that things were the way they had been before. Margot turned on the stereo. The Smiths flooded Ixchel's ears. Margot skipped to the song that was Ixchel's favorite. She walked over to the kitchen and made a drink for Ixchel. Ixchel never drank, but she let Margot put the cup to her lips. She drank it and wanted to spit it out. But she didn't. She let Margot kiss her. She let Margot lead her to the bed and undress her. But she wasn't really in that dingy bungalow, on that mattress on the floor. She was in a tiny apartment in some dirty part of Paris, with Henry Miller. She didn't wake up until it was all over. It was dark outside, but she could still sort of see the bite marks on her breasts. "I'm gonna take a shower now. I'll take you home afterwards, okay?" Margot didn't really wait for an answer. Ixchel was done now. She didn't think about putting her clothes on and walking out of the back door to the alley full of piss and graffiti and diapers behind the house. But once she was outside, she had to think. Where was she going to go? Margot would find her at her house. But even then her house was so far away right now. Everything was so damn far away right now. She just started running. She ran down Maclay. She ran down an alley and behind the middle school. Her lungs were hurting and she felt kind of dizzy from whatever kind of liquor Margot had fed her. Her face was twisted into a knot and she was sweating and wanted to puke and wanted to stop, but she couldn't. Her legs just wouldn't stop. Cramping in her stomach was making her cry. She had to go home sometime. Even though she had been running for five minutes and she was sweating, she was damn cold. All she had on was her summer shorts and her The Who t-shirt. How long had it been since she had left the bungalow? How long would it be before Margot came looking for her? She ran past the church. She ran past the barber shop and the train tracks. But it really didn't matter how far or where she ran, did it? Ixchel's All Stars had come untied and she was almost to the little market when she tripped on them. She hit her chin on the pavement. It bled a little and the pain rang in her head like a bell. She just wanted to stay there forever sprawled out on the sidewalk where the tree's roots had made a hump. She did stay there for a while. Maybe a minute. Maybe that was the minute that ruined her. Eventually she got up and tied her shoes in double knots. She wanted to lay back down. Her head hurt. Her legs hurt. She was still catching her breath and her lungs felt like crumpled balls of paper. She sat up against a little wall for a minute. She thought about the day that she first met Margot. Margot had seemed so shy. Margot shorter than her and eyes timid. Eyes that glared up from a down bent face. She kept her hands in her pockets and barely spoke. In fact Ixchel didn't even know that Margot had a pierced tongue until they first kissed. And then it was time to get up. Ixchel walked down a side street. She felt almost calm. She wondered if this was the way that it was supposed to be. It must be, otherwise how was it that Margot always found her? But then Ixchel thought about the bruises and cuts that Margot always gave her. Hadn't her family taught her that she deserved more than that? Wasn't she the most popular girl at school? She was. But Margot loved her so much. Margot was just afraid that Ixchel would leave her. That was why she watched her at school and drove her everywhere and called her so much, right? But then what about the times that Margot had tied her up? What about the time that Margot had locked her in the closet? Those were just arguments. Margot had a bad temper. Ixchel had made up her mind that she was done with all of that. She was going to tell Margot that she was sick and that they were done. But could she really? What would Margot do? She was only two blocks away from home when the navy blue car pulled up next to her. Margot rolled down the window and drove alongside her. "Get in the car, Ixchel." Ixchel only stared ahead and kept walking. Almost home. She didn't hear Margot shouting at her. She stopped for a second, seeing Margot's face above her as her throat tightened and her face drained blue. She heard Margot tapping at her window at three in the morning, begging to come in. She smelled her own blood soaking the carpet in the bungalow the time that Margot had found her sitting in David's car. And then Ixchel woke up. She turned around and kicked her legs as fast as she could towards the little market. Margot was trying to reverse, but there were cars behind her and she couldn't. Ixchel turned the corner and tried to get to her house another way. She went down the alley again. There were no street lights there. She stayed close to the wall and was almost to the end when Margot passed the alley. She might not have seen Ixchel. She might have been going to her house now. Ixchel stopped dead in her tracks just in case she had been seen. She stayed there for five whole minutes. She stayed there forever. And then she figured that maybe it was safe. She walked down to the end of the alley and peeked out onto her street. Margot's car was not there. Maybe she was sick of looking for Ixchel. Maybe she had just gone home. And she turned out onto the street, looking around to make sure. She passed the blue house. She passed the red house with the ugly fence and the terrorist shitzu. And she knew that she would make it to the end of the block safe. Until she heard Margot's voice. Margot's voice behind her. "Ixchel. Ixchel I still love you. You can't make me stop. You can't keep running away from me." She turned, slowly, in disbelief. It was not her imagination. Margot stood there like Ixchel knew she would be. Margot with her pouty duck lips and black coffee eyes. Her head slightly bowed down, looking up and up at Ixchel. And then it was over. Margot held out her hand, and Ixchel took it. Her eyes were screaming out for help. Salt water covering her face. Mascara dripping even further down her cheeks. They walked to the car without talking. Margot opened the door, and Ixchel got in. Infernos "Good night, Baby Girl, I love you too," Kenneth mumbled and again got a hot, wet kiss from her and a contented sigh as she lay down, clutching onto his bicep possessively. ---- Kenneth walked into the kitchen, the smell of bacon and coffee getting his attention. He had on one of his old robes; it barely reached his knees now, but it was better than his stretched out old boxers. He'd actually woken up and discovered that they were bunched up around his knees. He clenched down his jaws tightly; Jacy was wearing a pair of bright pink panties and a too short tee shirt as she pranced around the kitchen. "Hi Daddy," she smiled happily and danced over to him. Again, she gave him a kiss that was far too sensual, too intimate for a daughter to be giving to her father, especially when the daughter was wearing only a tee shirt and skimpy panties. The tee shirt was a threadbare 'Clark's Drive-In' tee shirt. It usually came down to just below her navel, but had ridden up, exposing the cute little dimple of a navel. Her panties were very sheer and her dark curls were clearly visible through the translucent material. Through the thin white material of the skimpy tee shirt, he could clearly see her very large, dark nipples and a faint shadow on her left breast. "Eggs over medium okay with you?" she asked, grabbing a plate of bacon, toast, and grits and slipping three eggs onto the plate. "Um, yeah, yeah, that's great," he said, again clenching his jaws tightly. Her cute little bottom wiggled and waggled as she poured him a cup of coffee and put his feast on the table, at the head of the table. "Oh, that's much better," she enthused as she rubbed his now smooth chin. "Mustache too, please? Jadia's wedding is this Saturday and you'll just look so much better without that mustache. Please? For me?" "Okay," he said and dug into his breakfast with enthusiasm. It was the first truly hot meal he'd had in years. Prison food is usually lukewarm by the time it is slapped onto a tray, and very nearly cold be the time the prisoner finds a place to sit and begin eating. "See, in prison, he said when she put her own plate down and sat next to him. "The pussies all have baby smooth faces; to show you ain't a pussy, you grow a beard and mustache." "No one around here's going to think you're a pussy," she said, looking deeply into his eyes. They ate in silence, her hand resting on his thigh underneath the table. "Okay; I have to get ready for work; God! I really wanted to take the day off, but I just started there like three weeks ago, but I'll be here for lunch, and then, tonight, we need to go to Andy's; you need to get measured for your tuxedo; did Jadia tell you? You're walking her down the aisle, oh my God! She about peed on herself when I told her you'd be out in time!" Jacy rattled off as she quickly gathered their plates and then gave him another jammy kiss and dashed off down the hall. "There's more coffee; help yourself. Oh! And I washed your clothes; they're here on the bed whenever you feel like getting dressed, okay?" Twenty minutes later, she came back into the kitchen, brushing out her long, curly hair. "Okay, I'll be back at about twelve, okay? I'm taking you to Bombay's in Kimble, it's like my second favorite place in the whole world; I've already told Elizabeth I'll be late coming back from lunch, okay? I love you, see you in a bit," she said, gave him another tight hug, and then kissed him on the lips. He jerked back when her tongue touched his lips and she smiled happily, kissed him again and dashed out of the kitchen. A second later, he heard the door slam. Quickly, he walked down to the bedroom he'd shared with her last night, walked into the bathroom, opened his robe, and pulled his aching cock out. Two strokes and he groaned as a thick spurt of his semen flooded into the toilet bowl. Then he felt extremely disgusted with himself for having such lustful thoughts for his little girl. ---- True to her word, Jacy pulled up in front of the house at twelve and ran into the house, calling for him. "Ready?" she asked, again hugging Kenneth tightly, then grabbing his hand and pulling him to the car. "Um, you said this was your second favorite place?" Kenneth asked as she drove down Highway 19. "Yeah; I love their food," Jacy said. "Um, then what's your first favorite?" Kenneth asked. "Clark's; we went there last night, remember?" Jacy laughed. "Oh," he smiled. "And thank you," she said, putting her finger up to his smooth upper lip. "You look so much better; oh! And I got you an appointment with Emily to get your hair cut, you'll love her. You liked looking at Julie's boobs? Julie ain't got nothing on Ms. Emily; I swear, hers come into the room two minutes before she does!" As they ate the lunch, Kenneth had to agree; the food was delicious. "What I love the most about it, it ain't like every other place out there, you know?" Jacy agreed, and then paid the bill with a credit card. Ready?" she asked, again clutching onto Kenneth's bicep. "Oh, God, I love feeling how strong you are!" She drove him into DeGarde and pulled in front of Ms. Emily's salon. "Ms. Emily, this delicious hunk is my Daddy; do not, I repeat, do not run off to Las Vegas with him, you hear? I'll be back at five, okay? Love you Daddy," Jacy said, gave him another wet kiss and dashed out of the salon. "Come on, let's get this washed so I can see what I'm working with, Emily Graud smiled sassily and pulled Kenneth into the rear of the shop. Her Forty Double-D breasts wobbled and bobbled constantly, millimeters from his face, to the point than Kenneth grew desensitized though them. Her slightly pudgy buttocks also wiggled and waggled in front of his face, teasing him mercilessly. "Oh wow," Emily smiled as she whirled him around to face the long bank of mirrors. "Sexy man! So, how about it? Want to run off to Las Vegas?" "I think my little girl would track you down and put a bad hurting on you," Kenneth smiled, knowing that the woman was just flirting with him and didn't mean a word of it. "Well, shoot!" Emily said. "Oh well, now Darlene's going to do your nails, God, when's the last time you had these things done?" "About nine, ten years ago," Kenneth said. As Darlene, another large breasted woman sat down and began to file his fingernails. Jacy walked into the solon at ten after five and pulled her wallet out. "Okay, how much?" she asked and didn't blink at the eighty dollar charge. "What?" Kenneth protested. "All they did was..." "A pretty damned good job; you look great," Jacy said and hugged his bicep to her large chest. "Now come on, Andy's waiting. You ever eat at La Scalia's?" "Um, once, long time ago; Eddie gave me a gift certificate to there, took your mom there," Kenneth said. "They have the best butternut squash ravioli," Jacy said as she drove toward the tuxedo rental shop. Andy measured Kenneth and smiled as he wrote down all the measurements for Jacy. "Look, I ain't dressed for La Scalia's," Kenneth said as he got into Jacy's car. "Just let's go to Clark's, okay?" "You just want to see those girls in those short shorts," Jacy playfully accused. She pulled up at the diner and shut off the engine. "Anyway, I didn't mean tonight; we're holding the rehearsal dinner at La Scalia's Friday night. Rehearsals at six thirty, dinner's at seven thirty. You know how to dance?" Jacy said. "A little bit; Mom showed me how when I went with Vickie to my prom," Kenneth said. "Course, I haven't been practicing much lately, you know?" "And here comes Terry," Jacy smiled as Terry skated out to the car. "Hey Jacy, hi Daddy," Terry said, sticking her head into the car. "Hi Terry," Kenneth smiled. "Give me one of those chili burgers; that come with onions?" "We can add them," Terry agreed. "Want them raw, or grilled?" "Grilled, please," Kenneth said excitedly. "You're brushing your teeth twice, you hear?" Jacy said. "Hey, Jacy, quit telling me what to do, huh?" Kenneth said quietly, forcefully. "Oh!" Jacy gasped, eyes filling immediately with tears. "Oh, Daddy, I'm sorry! I didn't mean..." Kenneth patted her on her hand. "It's all right; I know you didn't realize how bossy you're being so I thought I'd nip it in the bud," Kenneth said quietly. "Um, what you want to drink? Malt?" Terry said, trying to break the tension. "No, no, just a coke, please. "Yes sir, Jacy?" Terry said. "Chili burger, easy on the jalapenos, and just water, please, a chastened Jacy said. Kenneth admired Terry's fleshy backside as she skated away from the car. "Your meeting with your parole officer is at nine thirty," Jacy said quietly. "Jadia's going to be driving you; she's dying for you to meet Robbie and Sammy." "Yeah, I can't wait to meet the little boogers either," Kenneth agreed and admired another girl's nearly acrobatic maneuvers as she brought out some food. "That's Kizzy," Jacy said, noticing the girl. "Her daddy's the owner." "Poor girl's flat as a board, huh?" Kenneth remarked as the girl put the tray onto the car window. "She's a dancer," Jacy said. "Teaches at DeGarde Dance Studio; part time." "And works here?" Kenneth said. "Bet her feet feel like crap at the end of the night, huh?" "Yeah, those skates are pretty rough on your feet," Jacy admitted and smiled as Terry came whizzing out toward them. "And here's our food." "Onions on this one, here's an extra mint so Jacy doesn't go all crazy on you," Terry smiled as she hooked the tray to the window. "Thanks, Terry," Kenneth smiled and began to devour the spicy burger. "Slow down," Jacy smiled, putting her hand on Kenneth's upper thigh. Terry smiled as Jacy waved away the change, and then skated over to meet a new car that had pulled in. ---- "Mmm, mmm, man I do love this place, feel me?" Cecil said as he watched Terry approach the car. "Uh huh," Jennifer said flatly. Her boobs were twice the size of the little tramp that was skating up to their car, but, of course, Jennifer wasn't wearing a skin tight tee shirt and ridiculously short red shorts. And she wasn't in her late teens or early twenties. "Hi, welcome to Clark's," the girl said brightly. "Ready to order?" "Uh yeah, yeah, you ready?" Cecil asked Jennifer. "Um, yeah, give me..." Jennifer started. "Give me one of them fish sandwiches, none of that tartar sauce, hate that shit, um, give me a large fries, no, tell you what, make that a cheese fries and a diet soda, all right, Snow Bunny?" Cecil said. "And I would like a burger, no onions or pickles, please, and a coke," Jennifer said hotly, angered at Cecil. "Yes ma'am," Terry smiled and took off. "Man, love to just ruin that fine ass, feel me?" Cecil said as Terry skated away. "That was rude," Jennifer spat. "What?" Cecil asked. "Just saying it like it is, know what I'm saying?" "The woman is supposed to order first," Jennifer snapped. "I'm not even talking about your crude comments about 'love to ruin that ass' or any of that other shit." They sat in angry silence while they waited for their meal. Jennifer looked over as a minivan pulled up and did a double take. It was Mary Kowalski, the owner of the Bargain Bin. In the vehicle, she had a small girl. The small girl, with blonde hair and wide smile, was wearing sunglasses, even though it was dark outside. Mary rolled down the window as Kizzy skated up to the van. "Hi, Georgette!" Kizzy called out. Jennifer didn't hear the small girl's response, but Kizzy and Mary laughed. "Well, sure! Get your cane, Sweetie," Kizzy said and skated around to the passenger side of the van. "Be careful," Mary called out. Jennifer watched as the small girl got out and gasped as the girl tapped around with a white cane. It was obvious that the small child was blind. "Want me to carry you?" Kizzy asked. "Yeah!" Jennifer heard the girl say happily. "Yes ma'am," Mary corrected. "Yes ma'am, please," Georgette said. "We're going to go fast, all right?" Kizzy said and Jennifer held her breath as the girl skated off, holding the small girl cradled in her arms. Terry came up, heavy tray in hand and put the tray on the car window. "Twelve ninety two," Terry said cheerfully. "Aw, shit, hey um, man, believe this shit?" Cecil said, patting his pockets. "You are fucking kidding me," Jennifer spat and fished out a five and a ten. "Keep the change," she told the girl. "Thank you, ma'am, have a nice night," Terry said and skated away. Cecil handed Jennifer her burger and drink. "Hey, um, you want any of these, help yourself," Cecil said, pointing to the French fries. "Gee, thanks," Jennifer said. Cecil didn't get the sarcasm, or didn't care to respond to it, just jammed the sandwich in his mouth and started chewing noisily. Jennifer watched as Kizzy and Georgette returned to the car. She gasped as Kizzy leapt over the bench, child in her arms. "And here we go," Kizzy said cheerfully. "Want me to stuff her in the back? Or on the luggage rack?" "No, no, we like to just let her run along the side of the van, get her exercise that way," Mary said. "No!" Georgette protested. "Oh, fine, fine, just put her back up here, I guess," Mary said. "Okay dokey," Kizzy said. "Now, she wants a corn dog, you know what, make that two of them and a fruit punch," Mary said and Kizzy skated away. "What you staring over there for?" Cecil asked. "That's my boss," Jennifer said, pulling her eyes away from the van. "She owns the Bargain Bin." "No shit? Going to say 'hi' to her?" Cecil asked, not really caring. "No!" Jennifer said a little too sharply. How could she explain, or why would she even want to explain to Cecil, that she was terrified of a five foot tall, barely ninety five pound woman? ---- "I'll go brush my teeth ten times now," Kenneth joked as they entered the master bedroom. Jacy turned and hugged him tightly. Finally, she pulled away and looked up into his eyes. "You brush them as many times as you feel like, okay? Daddy, I didn't mean..." Jacy said, voice quavering. "Shh, I know you didn't, Sweetie Pie," Kenneth said and kissed her on her lips. He did not kiss her as wetly, as hotly, and as intimately as she kissed him, but it was a kiss and Jacy reveled in it. "Tired?" she asked. "Yeah, yeah I am; damn, it's only nine o'clock," Kenneth agreed. "Well, when you get older, your body needs more..." Jacy teased. "Uh huh," Kenneth laughed, kissed her again, and pulled out of her embrace. Jacy pulled off her high heeled pumps; wearing these shoes hurt her feet more than wearing the skates ever did, and put them into the closet. She shimmied out of her blouse and let the skirt fall to the floor; both would need to go to the dry cleaner's in the morning. Jacy struggled out of her bra and smelled the portion that traveled under her arm pits. She could get another day's wear out of it, so she hung the bra on the closet door knob. Her panties fell to the floor. She reached into the closet and pulled her Clark's Drive-In tee shirt off the hook. "Hey Jacy, I'm going to jump into...Oops!" Kenneth said as he exited the bathroom, and then saw a nude Jacy. He turned and ducked back into the bathroom. "Watt's wrong?" Jacy asked, stepping in front of the bathroom door. "Nothing, I um, I didn't know you were just standing there naked," Kenneth stammered. "Yeah, so?" Jacy asked, stepping into a clean pair of panties. "Not like you've never seen me naked before." "Uh huh, but uh, you've kind of grown a bit um, since the last time I saw you um, naked." Kenneth stammered. "Oh well," Jacy laughed. "I'm going to have a glass of wine; you like one? Or, I do have a bottle of that Pinch & Haig you used to like; want one?" "Pinch... yeah, on the rocks, please?" Kenneth said, still unable to look at his daughter. "I' bring them in here," Jacy said and left the room. Kenneth let out his breath, then very quickly divested himself of his clothes and jumped into the shower. It took a few strokes and he spurted a hot rope of semen onto the wall of the shower. Then he made quick work of scrubbing and rinsing himself. Using a big fluffy towel, he couldn't help but reflect, he actually preferred the thin, rough towels of Angola. He then pulled on an old pair of sweatpants he'd found earlier that day. "Oh, where'd you find those?" Jacy asked, handing him a small glass of amber liquid. "My old closet," he said and followed her to their bed. "Usually, I like to pull out some old photo albums, just look through them and sip my wine," Jacy said as she fluffed up her pillows. "Jadia sent over some pictures I bet you haven't seen; Angola sent them back to her." "Oh?" Kenneth asked and adjusted his own pillows. "Uh huh, said they were too explicit," Jacy shrugged. "I didn't look at them, just put them in here for you; figured you'd want to see them whenever you got the chance." She opened her bedside table's top drawer and fished around for a moment. She then pulled out a thick envelope and handed the envelope to Kenneth. Thanks," Kenneth smiled and opened the envelope. "Um, uh, maybe I better look at these later," Kenneth said as he looked at the first three photographs in the large stack. The first photograph showed Jadia proudly displaying her right breast, tattoo of a rosebud clearly visible. The second photograph showed her pulling her panties down to expose a rose tattoo on her left buttock, smirking over her shoulder at the photographer. In the third photograph, she stood, completely nude; displaying two more tattoos had been added to her breasts. "Oh, God, she is such a skank sometimes!" Jacy laughed, and then squinted. "Ooh, I didn't know she shaved!" Kenneth did not want to look, but did and clenched his jaw tightly. She did indeed have a hairless vagina. "You like that? Huh?" Jacy asked him, looking from the photograph to his hotly blushing face. "I mean, I know a lot of guys have a thing for girls don't have hair down..." "Jacy, could we not talk about that, huh?" he asked. "Aw, why not?"Jacy laughed and took the photographs out of his trembling hands. "Fine, fine, let's look at these." She reached under the bed, a maneuver that displayed her rounded buttocks to his gaze, and displayed her dark curls as well. She rolled back over and put a thick binder into his lap. If Jacy noticed the tent his hard cock was making in the bed, she did not say anything." Here, then, let's look at this; this is when we all lived on Hermosa Street," Jacy said and then picked up her wine glass and took a sip. They spent the next hour looking through the old photographs, talking and laughing about the memories behind some of the photographs. Finally, he yawned loudly and Jacy smiled. "Guess it's past your bed time, huh, Daddy?" she asked. "Guess so," Kenneth admitted. "Okay," she smiled and took the photo album from his hands, bent over and put it back underneath the bed. "Good night," she said, turned off her bedside lamp, and then kissed him tenderly, lovingly. "I love you." "Um, listen, maybe I ought to sleep in my old room," Kenneth said. "No!" Jacy said, gripping his bicep tightly. "No, Daddy, I love having you here, in my bed. Oh, my God! When I woke up this morning and saw you lying there; it was like a fairy tale come true! Please, please don't leave. Please?" Reluctantly, he lay down and she lay down as well. "Good night," he said and turned off his lamp. "I love you so much," Jacy said, her small hand resting on his arm. "Love you too, Sweetie Pie," Kenneth said. ---- "That n*gger ain't coming to the wedding, huh?" Melissa sneered as Jennifer shut the door behind Cecil. Infernos "Oh God no!" Jennifer said, shuddering at the thought. "Last thing Jadia wants to see is Robbie and Sammy's dad at her wedding." "You mean, that's... And just what are you doing with him?" Melissa asked. "Getting my pussy hammered," Jennifer snapped. "What did it look like?" "Well, I hope you're on some kind of birth control cause I'M sure as hell not going to be raising any God damned little n*gger babies around here, that's for sure," Melissa sneered. "On the pill, mother, thank you very much," Jennifer snapped. ---- "Okay, Daddy," Jacy said, putting his breakfast down in front of him. "Jadia's coming by at nine to pick you up; she knows where to go. Your parole officer's name is..." "Um, Vanessa LeBlanc," Kenneth said. He was unable to look at her. He'd woken up in the night to find himself pressed tightly against her back, painfully hard cock trying to burn its way through his warm up bottoms and her panties. She had actually sighed when he moved away from her and rolled away. Moments later, he heard her lightly snoring and felt a tremendous relief that she hadn't woken up, hadn't screamed at him. But his cock was so hard it actually hurt. He reached into his pants to readjust himself and groaned as he spurted hotly into his warm ups. "And Vanessa's a real good friend of mine; just tell her you're Jacy Kay's Daddy and she'll take real good care of you," Jacy smiled. "Oh yeah?" Kenneth asked, digging in to his breakfast as Jacy sat down. "Yeah, worked at Clark's with me while she was in college," Jacy said. "No kidding?" Kenneth said. "Now, when she asks if you got a job yet, tell her you're going in for an interview with Rayne Sneed; she and I went to St. Thomas together; she's got her own paint business," Jacy said and got to her feet. Kenneth quickly looked back down; her panties were so sheer that he could practically count each and every hair on her pubic mound. She left the room and Kenneth breathed a sigh of relief, and then fixed himself some more coffee. ---- Jadia burst into the house, loudly calling for him. "In here, just about ready," Kenneth called back and came out, wearing his prison denims. "Daddy!" Jadia cried, flinging her arms around him and hugging him tightly. She pressed her lips to his in a fairly intimate kiss, but her kiss was not nearly as intimate, as sensual as Jacy's kiss when Jacy left for work an hour earlier. "Hey Sweetie Pie; how are you?" Kenneth smiled. "Come on, I want you to meet two of the worst brats in the whole wide world!" Jadia enthused and led him down the hall to the small living room. "They're in here; they already know where Aunt Jacy keeps all their toys," Jadia prattled. Kenneth grimaced; Jadia pronounced Aunt Jacy 'Awnt Jacy' instead of 'Ant Jacy'. He smiled at the two small boys as they looked up from their toys. "Robbie, Sammy, do you know who this is?" Jadia asked happily. "That's Grandpa!" Robbie said proudly. "That's right!" Jadia said. "He's been gone a whole long time, but he finally came back home; isn't that wonderful?" ---- Mary came into the store, smiling her beatific smile and Jennifer ran for the stock room. "I'll see if we have any more of those tee shirts," she called out. "Mary! How's it going?" Grace smiled. "Great!" Mary smiled. "Miss Theresa has Tommy and George; told me to get out of the house for a couple of hours." "God, looking at you, you'd never be able to tell you just had a baby, I swear!" Grace said. "Oh, you liar!" Mary laughed. "But Miss Theresa's got me on this diet; said she did that when she had Thomas? Already, I've lost six pounds." She leaned close to Grace. "But I cheated last night; Georgette and I had a corn dog; I really had to pray myself out of ordering a butterscotch sundae," Mary confessed. "Why is Jennifer crying back there?" Mike Chamblee asked as he came out of the stock room. "What?" Grace asked. "She's what? I have no idea." "Yeah, came running back there, next thing I know, she's back in the plus size section, crying," Mike said and put an armful of blouses down on a cart. "And what were YOU doing back there?" Grace asked. Was smoking out on the dock," Mike admitted. "Going to stunt your growth, you know that, right?" Mary asked, looking up at the six foot three inch man. "That what happened to you?" he asked and began the laborious task of putting a box of blouses onto the flimsy hangers. "No," Mary laughed. "See you later, Grace." "See you," Grace said, walking to the stock room. Grace found Jennifer, slightly more composed, sitting on the floor. "Want to tell me about it?" Grace asked. "No," Jennifer snapped, not looking up. "Okay. Get yourself together and get back out there; Mike's useless on his own," Grace said and left the stock room. Jennifer found Grace, busily rearranging a clearance rack. "Weren't you afraid?" Jennifer asked. "Afraid of what?" Grace asked, baffled. "When you got saved," Jennifer said. "Weren't you afraid of all the stuff you'd have to give up?" "Saved? Saved from what?" Grace asked. "You know. When Mary, when you got down on your knees and asked Jesus to forgive you, weren't you afraid?" Jennifer persisted. "Of giving up jumping from bed to bed? Of giving up getting stoned every night? Of waking up and feeling like doggy doodoo?" Grace asked. "Yeah, I guess I kind of was; I thought all of that was fun, until I stepped back and looked at it in the light." "But you, you're happy now?" Jennifer asked. Grace looked around at the store. She looked at Jennifer and shrugged. "Yeah, I guess I am. I wake up every morning and I know I got something to do, you know? I got a reason to get up. Every morning, I get on my knees and ask for the strength and the courage to go through the day, instead of having to pop a bunch of pills to get through the day. Then at night, I get down on my knees and I thank Him for another day. Jennifer, I didn't give up nearly as much as I've gained," Grace said. "But don't you miss...?"Jennifer persisted. "There's a stack of jeans need to be priced and put up," Grace said, closing the discussion. ---- When Jadia finally dropped Kenneth off, he was more than ready. He loved her, loved Robbie and Sammy, and even liked meeting his future son, but they were loud. Loud, shrill, and constantly in motion. None of them, it seemed, knew how to just sit still, sit quietly. "Survived?" Jacy smiled as he staggered through the door. "Barely," he admitted. "Come on; sit," she said, putting a small glass with amber liquid on the small end table. "I've got dinner in the oven; we'll have dinner then we can watch TV; there's a pre-season game on tonight. Lions and Colts." "Great," he said and sighed gratefully as he sipped the harsh liquid. He woke up when she lightly jiggled him. "Come on, sleepy head," she teased. Dinner was on the table, ready. She'd prepared a leg of lamb, stuffed with apricots and mint leaves. She'd also taken grape leaves and stuffed them with minced lamb and rice. He made a face when she told him what the green clumps were and she laughed. "Here, try it," she said, holding one out to him. He bit down into t and had to agree; it wasn't as unappetizing as it looked. "Looks like little turds," he said. "Shush," she smiled and kissed him wetly. She popped the other half of the grape leaf into his mouth, and then kissed him again. "Now, what you want to drink? I've got wine; I've got a nice one that goes perfect with the lamb, or I have ice tea, or you can even have a beer. Beer kind of kills the taste of the grape leaves, though." "Wine sounds nice," he said. She poured them each a glass and took her seat. "Mmm," he said as he chewed a bite of the lamb. "Not too rare, is it?" Jacy asked. "It's perfect," he said. "Good; I wanted it to be perfect," Jacy smiled and kissed him again. "Why are you always kissing me?" Kenneth asked, half amused, half perturbed. "Because I love you," Jacy said, her small, breathy voice dropping an octave, to a husky, sensuous voice. "Well, I um, I love you too, but..." Kenneth stammered. "And I love kissing you; you're the most wonderful man in the world," Jacy continued. "I um, well I..." Kenneth struggled. "Oh, oh, when we finish dinner, I've got a surprise for you!" Jacy suddenly said, little girl voice coming out again. They finished the meal then Jacy dragged him into their bedroom. On the bed, were three bags from Abdul's Department Store. "Here, you need to try this on," Jacy said, taking a long garment bag from the hook on the closet door. "What is it?" Kenneth asked. "Your suit. Oh! And I picked up your tux this afternoon; very nice; you're going to look very handsome indeed," Jacy said. Kenneth looked at the charcoal gray suit and whistled. The price tag said twelve hundred and eighty nine dollars." Honey, I can't..." Kenneth said. "It was on sale," Jacy lied. "Honey, even if it was half off, it's still too much," Kenneth protested. "Daddy, listen to me," Jacy said, taking him into her arms and hugging him tightly. "Grandma and Grandpa left me all kind of money and I haven't spent any of it. So, let me do this, all right? Please?" Kenneth finally shrugged and tried on the suit. "Oh, God, you just look so..." Jacy said and kissed him hotly when he came out of the bathroom. "Oh, I am going to have all those women so jealous of me when I show up with you!" She showed him some of the clothes in the other bags; she had bought him jeans, pull over shirts, khakis and button up shirts, brown loafers and black lace up shoes, brown and black socks, a pair of Nike tennis shoes and a few pair of white socks. "And..." she smiled and dug out a tube of silk boxer shorts. "You can throw away those ugly ass boxers, okay?" "Jacy!" he laughed, looking at the six pair of animal print boxer shorts. "Oh?" Jacy smiled. "Don't like those? Here, how about these?" She took out another tube and opened it, pulling out a pair of black silk boxers, with bright red lip prints. "There's black, oh, there's two black, one red, I like those, oh, I bet the white ones would look cute on you too, and..." "Just give me those," Kenneth laughed. "Thank you, Daddy," she whispered, hugging him and giving him a wet, hot kiss. "Thank you, for what?" Kenneth asked. "For letting me get these things for you," Jacy said and gave his ear lobe a little bite. Chapter 2 Jennifer and Melissa felt uncomfortable, dressed in their pants suits. Neither had been able to find suitable dresses for the occasion, none that they could afford. Both mother and daughter felt ill at ease, and out of place as the others milled about in the church foyer. "All right, we're about ready?" Father Gregory smiled happily as he herded the people into the sanctuary. "Okay, friends of the groom go here," he called out, pointing. "Friends of the bride over here. If you don't know which one you are, pick which one looks nicer and sit on their side." "Then they'll ALL be sitting on her side," Eric said. "Aw!" Jadia said. "And the music starts and the ring bearers come down the aisle; we're having two of them, I understand?" Father Gregory continued. "Yes, my two sons," Eric said proudly. "OUR two sons," Jadia corrected him. "Then the best man, maid of honor," Father Gregory said and Jacy and Orville Jackson clumped together. "Then the moment we've all been waiting for," Father Gregory said dramatically. "Dad a de da! And everyone's looking trying to see, and here she is, on the arm of her father, the star of the show..." "Missed your calling to be an actor, huh?" Kenneth asked, smiling. "Kenneth, you were a pain in the ass even when you were a kid," Father Gregory smiled. Jennifer stared in shock at the handsome man that stood with her oldest daughter. The suit had to be a couple of hundred bucks; the shirt was crisply starched and the bright red tie was real silk; she could tell just by looking at it. The shoes looked expensive, the watch he was wearing also looked expensive. He smiled warmly as he and Jadia practiced what he would say and do, then he turned at took his seat at the end of the pew, her pew. But Kenneth did not even look at Jennifer, or Melissa. "Okay, everybody, one more time, and music, ring bearers, best man and maid of honor, and then the bride and are there any questions?" Father Gregory said. "Okay, see you tomorrow and Jadia?" Father Gregory said as he prepared to leave. "Yes, Father?" Jadia asked. "It may be tradition for the bride to be fashionably late, but I really don't think anyone will mind if we actually start on time, okay?" he smiled. "Yes, Father," she laughed. "Okay, everyone, we're going to La Scalia's," Kenneth called out. "From what I understand, they have the absolutely best butternut squash ravioli in the world." "Mother, y'all are coming, right?" Jadia begged. "Baby, we don't have that kind of money," Jennifer hissed. "Don't worry about that; Daddy's taking care of it," Jacy said, smiling proudly at Kenneth. "What? How in..." Jennifer sputtered. "And there's a lounge; live band for dancing," Jacy was saying as she led Kenneth away from the church. ---- Jennifer sat and seethed as Kenneth sat with Jadia and Jacy, both girls fawning all over him. He looked great. Healthy, happy. He sure didn't look like he was busting his ass for eight bucks an hour, sucking up to fat slobs and their intolerable brats and trying to smile until his face hurt. She looked at the expensive blouse and skirt ensemble that Jadia wore and the expensive dress that Jacy wore. Her own pantsuit looked dowdy, frumpy in comparison. Even the waitress was fawning all over Kenneth and brushing right past her as if she was just a customer, not the mother of the bride. Jadia looked across the table, right at her, and smiled happily. "I'm glad you could make it; you too Maw-maw," Jadia said sincerely. "Me too," Melissa chirped. "Thank you," Jennifer grudgingly said. "Honey, do you know if your mother has anything nice to wear for the wedding?" Eric asked Jadia. "My mom says that pantsuit came from that place, the Bargain Bin?" "I'll find out," Jadia said, getting to her feet. "Mom, come on; I got to go to the little girl's room," Jadia said. "You know how it is; they have to take two people, in case they get lost," Kenneth joked. Jennifer bit back her retort and followed Jadia down the hall to the restrooms. "Mom, you have anything to wear for the wedding?" Jadia asked as soon as the door closed. "Um, well, Maw-maw and I found a couple of skirts and blouses, you know, where I work and..." Jennifer said, highly embarrassed. "Okay, Mom, this doesn't give us a whole lot of time," Jadia said, checking her purse. "Okay, Babbage's closes at ten; I'll make Eric take Robbie and Sammy home right after we finish up here." "Oh, you don't have to..." Jennifer stammered. "Yes, Mother, yes I do," Jadia said firmly. She checked her make-up in the mirror. "We're having pictures taken tomorrow and I'd like to be able to look at those pictures and not be embarrassed by my mother," she said. "What? How dare..." Jennifer gasped, outraged. "What's the matter, Mother?" Jadia asked, smiling. "Yes, Mother, I do know how to be a total bitch; thank you for teaching me so well." Jadia left the restroom; Jennifer continued to stand, mouth open in shock, until Melissa came in to check on her. ---- Jacy herded Kenneth into the lounge as the other guests were leaving. "Oh, can you hear the music?" Jacy asked, excitedly. "Yes, yes I can," Kenneth said, growing nervous. "Oh, good, a slow song," Jacy said. "That's perfect!" She put her purse down on a table and guided Kenneth onto the dance floor. She molded herself to him, putting a muscular thigh directly against his crotch. The three inch heels put the five foot six inch Jacy nearly at eye level with him. "See?" she husked into his face as they glided along the nearly empty dance floor. "Perfect." He was afraid of what would happen if a slightly faster song came on. Even if Jacy couldn't feel his hard cock pressing against her thigh, if they pulled apart, she'd be able to see it. The embarrassment had his face nearly beet red and his heart was pounding in his ears. "Mmm, I think someone likes dancing with me," Jacy teased lightly, then kissed him with an open mouth. "It's well, um, I," Kenneth stammered, mortified. "I love you Daddy," Jacy said, then pulled back slightly for a lively foxtrot. "Mind if I cut in, old man?" Michael Greene, Eric's older brother, smugly asked when another slow song started. "Yes I do mind; my date and I are dancing," Kenneth snapped, rankled mightily at the 'old man' comment. "No thank you," Jacy said, frowning at the unwelcome intruder. Michael sullenly walked off the dance floor, looked around, and seeing no other possible conquests, left La Scalia's. "Your date?" Jacy asked, smiling at him. "What?" Kenneth smiled back. "I'm your date, huh? Does that mean I'm your girlfriend?" Jacy asked and hissed him hotly before he could answer. ---- "Here, try this on," Jadia said, selecting a pale gray dress. "You still have those pearls? Beth they'd look great with..." "No, they got burned, remember?" Jennifer said bitterly. "Oh, shame," Jadia shrugged and continued to look through the rack. "Jadia, this dress is five hundred bucks!" Jennifer hissed. "And?" Jadia asked. "Jacy said get you whatever we wanted." "Jacy?" Jennifer asked, looking at the attractive dress again. "Shit, Mother, you really think I can afford this?" Jadia asked. "Ooh, Maw-maw, I bet this one would be perfect for you; isn't blue like your favorite color?" Melissa looked at the beautiful blue dress and blinked. "Wow, that is something, huh?" Melissa said. "Come on; they close in twenty minutes," Jadia said. "Take your time, ma'am," the sales girl smiled. "No, I'm tired and I want to go home," Jadia said sharply. Jennifer felt horribly out of place in the trendy store and winced as she stepped into the changing room. She could smell her own body odor and actually didn't want to try the dress on, for fear that she'd somehow leave her scent on it, mar it, and have the next person to come into contact with the dress somehow know it was Jennifer Kay that soiled it. But she tried it on and had to admit, it was stunning. "Perfect; that's the one," Jadia said from behind her. "Maw-maw, how's yours?" "I almost feel like a fairy princess in this thing!" Melissa tittered as she came into the mirrored room. "It looks very pretty on you," Jadia smiled. "Okay, I'll be at the counter. We're already picked out the pantyhose for you so all we have to do is pay and go." ---- "You look so very handsome in this," Jacy said as she loosened Kenneth's tie, then unbuttoned his shirt. "Of course, you look very handsome in anything." "Uh huh," I think you're kind of prejudiced," Kenneth smiled. "Yes, yes I am," Jacy smiled and looked into his light blue eyes. She turned and moved her thick hair out of the way. "Unzip me," she ordered and Kenneth did so, noticing the black straps of her bra and the black garter belt that went around her small waist. He couldn't help but look at the top of her black panties as he eased the zipper down. "Thanks," she sighed. "I couldn't wait to get out of those shoes! Wearing three inch heels all day long, then have to rush back here, put on another pair, then go and stand around for three hours; oh God, my feet are killing me!" "Why do y'all put yourselves through all of that?" Kenneth asked as he slipped his own shoes off of his feet. Infernos "Because we want to look good for you," Jacy said as she slipped out of her dress and hung it up. "Well, it's working," Kenneth said as he hung up his suit. "Aren't you sweet?" Jacy smiled, then playfully tugged on the waistband of his tiger striped boxers. "Nice drawers there." "Yeah, my little girl gave them to me," he smiled and went into the bathroom. She gratefully unhooked her bra and dropped it to the floor. Panties and garter belt followed. She pulled on her Clark's tee shirt and pulled on a simple pair of white panties. The stockings were carefully, slowly rolled down and off, then put into her lingerie drawer. "Thank you again for the pajamas," Kenneth said, coming into the room. "You're welcome; I swear, I was burning up just looking at you in those sweat pants; I don't have a clue how you could sleep in them," Jacy smiled. They climbed into bed and Jacy rolled slightly on top of Kenneth, pressing her thirty eight Double D breasts into his chest. "Good night; I love you," she said and gave him an open mouthed kiss. "Love you too," he said, suddenly sporting an erection. "Tomorrow's Saturday," Jacy said, then bit down on his lower lip. "I usually sleep late, then I run down to Meche's and buy a dozen doughnuts and ET the whole bag. Then I feel fat and miserable and guilty for the rest of the day. You want a dozen too?" "How about a half dozen?" Kenneth asked. "Okay," Jacy said, gave him another kiss, then rolled off of him and turned off her bedside lamp. "Where are you going?" she asked as he got out of bed. "Bathroom," Kenneth said. He made sure the door was shut, then stood and gave his cock three or four yanks before he spurted heavily into the bowl. Then he stood, feeling miserable and guilty. ---- "Now, what you think we ought to do with our hair?" Melissa asked excitedly as they finished their breakfast. "What's wrong with my hair?" Jennifer asked. "Well, nothing, but they've seen us like this; we ought to do something a little different," Melissa suggested. "Mom, no one's going to be looking at us," Jennifer sighed, suddenly feeling very old. "You can do what ever you want to with your hair; I'm going like this. If this ain't good enough, fuck them." "I cannot get over how good Kenneth looked!" Melissa said. Jennifer bit back the scream that welled up in her throat and concentrated on her cup of coffee as Melissa prattled on and on. "I'm going to take my shower; please don't start the dishwasher until I'm out of there," Jennifer said suddenly and stood up. ---- "Damn, they're still as good and greasy as I remember," Kenneth smiled as he bit into his hot glazed doughnut. "They are the best when they're hot," Jacy agreed and slowly licked the sugar from her lips. "Damn, don't do that," Kenneth said, then groaned as he realized what he had said. "Don't do what?" Jacy asked. "Nothing," Kenneth blushed. "No, don't do what," Jacy asked again, putting a hand on his thigh. "Nothing. Want some more coffee?" Kenneth asked. "No, Daddy, don't do what?" Jacy asked, giggling. "Don't lick the sugar off like that," Kenneth choked out. "Oh," Jacy said, then smiled mischievously. She took a bite of her doughnut, chewed it slowly and swallowed. "You mean, like this?" she asked teasingly, then slowly, sensuously licked her tongue around her lips. "Yeah, like that," Kenneth finally said. "Okay, I won't do that..." Jacy said and licked her tongue around her lips again. "...any more." "Tease," he said and took a bite of his own doughnut. "Okay, one more doughnut. Just one more, then I will get up and put these away, or better yet, I'll throw them all away and go get ready," Jacy said and dug into the bag to get another hot doughnut. She made a show of licking the glaze from her lips after each bite, then leaned forward and quickly gave Kenneth's lips a playful lick. She then stood and walked out of the kitchen. "Wedding's in two hours; it'll take me at least that long to get beautiful," she called out. "Won't take you but about five seconds to look beautiful," Kenneth corrected. He stood and was grateful his daughter was not in the room; his cock was sticking out of the fly of his pajama bottoms and was even dripping a little seminal fluid. He poured himself some coffee and then sat back down. "Okay, one more, just one more doughnut, then I need to shower and shave," he said aloud. After three more doughnuts and another cup of coffee, he decided he really should get started on his shower. He stood and walked into the bedroom. Jacy sat on the edge of the bed, hair up in a towel. She was applying bright red polish to her toenails. She looked up and smiled her dazzling smile at Kenneth. He froze; with her left leg propped up on the edge of the bed, her robe had parted and he was looking directly at her now hairless slit. He could very clearly see the prominent pubic mound, the dark, almost purple lips, her fat little clitoris peeking out from between the lips, and beads of moisture on the lips. "Tux's hanging right there," she said and casually continued to paint her toenails. "Chop chop, burning daylight." He forced himself to look up at her angelic face as she concentrated on her toenail, and could see the tattoo as the upper portion of her robe gaped open. "I heart MY DADDY," was written in black ink, inside of a bright red heart. The top of the hart was adorned with flames. He shook himself and walked into the bathroom. He did not bother closing the door; just dropped his pajamas to the floor and got into the shower. Two strokes of his throbbing cock and he sprayed his semen all over the shower wall. Then he started the shower. When he left the bathroom, clad in black lip print boxers, Jacy was busily blow drying her hair. Her robe sash had slipped open and he looked into the mirror at her beautiful body. Then he began to dress. "Here," Jacy said as Kenneth struggled with the tie. Honey, you need to get dressed," Kenneth urged. "I will, hold still," Jacy said and made short work of knotting the tie around his throat. She stepped back and smiled. "God, you're a hunk; I'm going to have to get you a tux of your own," she said. "What would I need a tux for?" he asked. "To take me dancing," she said and casually dropped her robe onto the bed. "I'll be in the living room," Kenneth said, beating a hasty retreat. She pulled on the pale blue bustier and matching pale blue panties, then rolled the pale blue stockings up her legs. The pale blue dress and matching shoes, she thought, looked silly, but it wasn't her wedding. With a final check of her make-up, Jacy decided she was ready and left the bedroom. She smiled as Kenneth sat, fidgeting. No matter what age they were, little boys got bored easily. "Ready?" she asked, and brushed a small speck of lint from his tuxedo jacket lapel. "Good God, Jacy, you are stunning," he said sincerely. "Thank you; you are too," she said and gave him a quick kiss, then used her thumb to wipe her lipstick from his lips. ---- Jadia smiled as Kenneth and Jacy entered the small vestibule. "Wow," Jacy said, admiring Jadia's pale pink gown. "Wow, indeed," Kenneth agreed. "Honey, you look beautiful." "Thanks, Daddy," Jadia beamed under his praise. "So, ready to get married?" he asked. "Now that you're here?" She asked. "Yes I am." She hugged him tightly. "Now that you're here? Everything will be just fine," she said. "I'll be right back," Jacy said and left the small room. "You seen Eric?" Jadia asked. "Yeah, he's out there, looking nervous," Kenneth smiled. "He should look happy!" Jadia said. "I've been making him wait for almost four months now." "Wait for what?" Kenneth dumbly asked. "The pussy," Jadia laughed." ---- "Hello Mother, oh, hey, nice dress," Jacy said as she approached her mother and grandmother. "Thanks," Jennifer said, bristling at how Jacy pronounced 'Mother,' as if Mother was a vulgar word. "Listen, Mother, at the reception, people are going to expect you to dance with Daddy," Jacy said. "Hell will freeze over before I..." Jennifer almost shouted. "And it is Jadia's wedding, JADIA, not yours and I expect you to be nice, do you hear me?" Jacy hissed. "Are you out of your..." Jennifer hissed back. "Dance with him, one fucking dance, or so help me God, I will make what's left of your pathetic little life a living hell, do you hear me?" Jacy said, deep brown eyes blazing with fury. Jennifer stared in disbelief at her daughter. "And there will be a photographer; I expect you to smile and even act like you're having a good time. Is that understood?" Jacy went on. "Yes, Jacy," Jennifer hissed, trying to let Jacy know how displeased she was. "Good, hi, Maw-maw; that dress looks very nice on you," Jacy said and then left the pew. "Did you hear her?" Jennifer hissed at her mother. "Not all that pleasant when you have to eat your own shit, huh?" Melissa smiled as the music began to grow in intensity. Father Gregory did the vows and bade Jadia and Eric kiss each other. Then he smiled down at six year old Robert and four year old Samuel. "Now, Robert Kenneth Kay, I have a question for you, young man," Father Gregory said. Kenneth was surprised; he did not know that his grandson had his name. "You've been a very good young man, standing up here this whole time and not fussing or getting bored. And our mommy told you this was a very important day, didn't she?" Father Gregory beamed. "Yes sir," Robert said, standing at solemn attention. "Robert Kenneth Kay, do you promise to always listen to your mother and your father, to eat all your vegetables? To always clean your room, and to take a bath whenever your mother and father tell you to?" Father Gregory asked. The congregation tittered as poor Robert paused, uncertain of what to do. "No, no, I'm just kidding," Father Gregory assured the boy. "No, Robert Kenneth Kay, do you promise to be a good boy? Do you promise to love your mother and your father? Do you promise you will try to be a good big brother?" "Yes sir," Robert said gravely. "And Samuel Kenneth Kay," Father Gregory said. Again, Kenneth was surprised; both of his grandsons were named after him. Jadia had given that name to Robert purely to piss Jennifer off. For Samuel, she gave him that name because she loved the small boy. "Do you promise to be a good boy? To love your mother and your father? To try to be a good brother?" "Yes sir," Samuel said solemnly. "Then, by the powers vested in me, I now pronounce you Robert Kenneth Greene, and Samuel Kenneth Greene. Family, friends, celebrated guests, may I introduce to you, Mr. and Mrs. Eric Vincent Greene, and their two sons, Robert and Samuel Kenneth Greene." ---- "I adopted them two weeks ago," Eric proudly told anyone who would listen. "But Ann and I wanted to make them a part of the wedding." "Ann?" Kenneth asked. "Who the fuck's Ann?" "Me," Jadia said. "Tired of having a stupid name. Remember? Ann's my middle name?" "I'm sorry, Honey, it might take me a little while to get used to calling you Ann," Kenneth admitted. "Then just call me 'Honey,'" Jadia said, cuddling up to him. She turned to Eric. "Baby, it okay if my first dance is with my Daddy?" she begged. "Baby, go," Eric smiled." Just remember, the LAST dance is mine." "It always will be," she promised and kissed him lovingly. The DJ announced the bride and her father and the guests politely applauded. Jennifer glared pure hatred at her husband as he and her daughter twirled around on the dance floor. "Smile, you withered up old bitch," Jacy ordered and Jennifer pasted an obviously false smile on her face. Jennifer did not know how Jacy would make her life any more unpleasant than it already was, but just looking into the deep brown eyes, she knew Jacy would make good no her threat. The song ended and Jadia ran up to the DJ and begged him to play the song again. She ran back and danced with her father again, head cradled on his shoulder. "I'm sorry," she finally said as the song came to a close. "Sorry for what?" Kenneth asked. "That I didn't dance with you more," Jadia admitted. "That I didn't love you more, that I didn't fucking grow up when I should have just grown up. That I was a horrible daughter." "Ann, it's okay; we have today. We only have today," Kenneth said. Many of the guest tittered as Jadia suddenly, fiercely hugged her father. "Now, I think your husband would like a dance," Kenneth said. Jacy politely danced a few times with the available males, but constantly made sure to dance with her Daddy. "Have you danced with Mother?" she asked after a slow song ended. "No, thank God; I've not even talked to her," Kenneth admitted. "The photographer wants at least one picture of the two of you dancing," she said, face tight. "Wait here, please." "Oh fucking great," Jennifer hissed as Jacy made a bee line for her. "Dance with him, dance with him now," Jacy spat. Jennifer swallowed the bile in her throat and walked over to Kenneth. "May I have this dance?" she asked through clenched teeth. "Sure," Kenneth shrugged. "How in the fuck can you afford to pay for all of this?" she hissed, after making sure that Jacy couldn't see her face. "Me to know and you to not worry the fuck about," he calmly said and smiled for the photographer. "Jadia's bragging to everyone that her Daddy's paying for all of this and since she has no idea who her real daddy is, I assume she means you," Jennifer snarled. "Well, do YOU have any idea who her daddy is? Or were you fucking so many guys you lost track?" Kenneth smiled as her face tightened in bitterness. "Yes, I know who her father is, you son of..." Jennifer spat. "Because you told me it was me," Kenneth said and frowned. "Just how long is this God damned song?" he asked himself. "I know I did," Jennifer snarled, not at all sorry for her deception. "And I assume you know who Jelissa's father was, too? And Jacy?" Kenneth asked, smirking at Jennifer's white hot rage. "Yes, I do," she sneered. "Like I'd ever let a dumb ass like you get me pregnant. "Not sorry at all, are you?" he asked, smiling at her. Inside, he was boiling with rage. But his time in Angola had taught him, smiling was a lot more effective than scowling. A scowl let your opponent know what you were thinking. A smile kept them off guard, a smile made them expose their thoughts. A smile was a very effective tool. "No; why should I be? You got what you wanted," Jennifer snapped. "Don't remember asking Santa Claus for a useless slut, but I guess I did, if you say I got what I wanted," Kenneth smiled and bowed to her as the dreary song finally ground to a close. "You got to fuck me, you limp dick mother fucker," Jennifer sneered. "Big deal so did everyone else," Kenneth smiled. "By the time I got my turn, it was so stretched out it was like banging a basketball hoop." Jennifer felt a scream of rage well up in her throat, but a glare from Jacy silenced it. Kenneth grabbed Jacy's arm and dragged her to the bar. "I'm paying for this wedding, Huh? You found the account?" he asked, unable to hide his amusement. "The one you created right before you burned the house down?" Jacy smiled and ordered a vodka and tonic. "Grandma gave it to me as a graduation gift when I graduated from St. Thomas Aquinas." He laughed out loud, a rich throaty laugh. "God, I sure do have a smart little girl," he laughed and hugged her affectionately. "And I sure do have a smart Daddy," she murmured, happy in his embrace. At three o'clock, the bouquet was thrown for the single women, the garter was thrown for available bachelors and the newly married husband and wife and two now tired and cranky boys got into their limousine to be whisked to the airport. "Disney World?" Kenneth smiled when Jacy told him where the Greenes were going for their honeymoon. "Yeah; I want to go," Jacy said, clutching his arm and snuggling up against him. "Want me to get them back here?" he asked. "I'm sure they'd...." "Not with them!" Jacy giggled. "No, me and you." "Sweetie Pie, I haven't even gotten my first paycheck yet," Kenneth smiled. "Christmas," Jacy husked into his ear. Again, Michael Greene tried to separate Jacy from her father and again, Kenneth fought the urge to smash the smirking man's face. Michael assumed, because he had youth and height on Kenneth, that Kenneth would be an easy conquest. Jacy smiled sweetly at the thirty five year old man and shrugged her shoulders. "I'll be back in a minute," she said, kissed Kenneth's cheek affectionately, and went onto the dance floor with a now strutting Michael Greene. "So," he said smugly. "J.C. huh? What's the J. stand for?" ""Jacy; it's one word; it's not any initials," she said, shaking her head at his assumption. He pressed his crotch into her and tried to hold her fast when she tried to back up. "Kenneth Kay is not a man you want to fuck with, ass hole," she smiled sweetly. "He doesn't get mad; he gets even." "Um," Michael said, surprised at Jacy's words. He released his tight grip on her and she gracefully backed away from him. She looked him in the eye, smile still on her face. "He didn't do nine years in Angola because he's a pussy; he did nine because he's a stone blooded killer, understand?" Jacy said. "I uh..." Michael said, now sweating lightly. "So, you like your balls where they are, leave me and him the fuck alone, all right?" Jacy said and began to walk off the dance floor." Uh, well I um..." Michael stammered. "But you see that blonde over there, the one in the pale gray dress?" Jacy asked. "Go ask her to dance, tell her she's beautiful and I guarantee you, she'll be giving you a blow job before you can even get her out of the parking lot." Jennifer looked on in amusement as the older brother of her son approached their table. "Hi, I was wondering if a beautiful woman like you would like to dance with me?" he asked. "Sure!" Jennifer smiled. She was a beautiful woman, Michael had to admit, but there was a real hardness, bitterness to her. Mentally, he shrugged. "Pussy is pussy, ain't like I have to marry her," he thought as he made sure to push his crotch into her belly. "You ready?" Jacy whispered to Kenneth as Bobbie Dubluchon, formerly Quarvaros, carted the last steam table out to her van. "Yeah; I'm beat," Kenneth admitted. "Jacy waved in parting as Bobbi backed the catering van out of the parking spot. "Let me guess; she used to work at Clark's?" Kenneth smiled as Jacy unlocked the Buick. "Nope; went to St. Thomas with me," Jacy smiled. Jennifer did not wave in parting as Michael pulled out of the church parking lot. "I knew she'd fall for his line of bullshit," Jacy smiled tightly. Chapter 3 "Unzip me, please," Jacy asked as they entered their bedroom. "Sure," Kenneth said and pulled the zipper of her dress down. She stepped out of the dress and hung it on the wooden hanger. Kenneth struggled out of his tuxedo jacket. "Here, let me help you with that," Jacy said, pulling on Kenneth's tie. "Thanks," he said and tried to leave the room. Jacy was standing in front of him, dressed in pale blue bustier, matching thong panties, and pale blue stockings. His cock responded almost immediately at the sight of her in such intimate apparel. "No, here, sit," Jacy ordered, lightly pushing him onto the edge of the bed. She knelt down in front of him and untie his shoe laces. Her position gave him a nearly unobstructed view down the front of the bustier. He could see part of her tattoo and the shadow of her nipples. Infernos She pulled his shoes off of his feet and looked up into his eyes and smiled happily. "There, I bet that's better, huh?" she asked. She then rolled his black socks down and pulled them off of his feet. "Did you like Darlene's pedicure?" she asked, lightly rubbing his tired feet. Her hair was caressing his feet as she fussed and fawned over him and his cock was really beginning to strain against the confines of his tuxedo slacks. "Uh, yeah, yeah," he managed to choke out. "She also does waxes, you know that?" she asked and scooted closer to him. "No, no, I um, no I didn't know that," he admitted as she unbuckled his belt. ""Yeah, hurts," she said and stood up. She began to unbutton his shirt then unhooked his cummerbund. "Never understood the point of this thing," she admitted as she looped the cummerbund on the hanger Andy had supplied. "It's for those guys with big old beer guts," Kenneth said in a strangled voice. When she turned around to hang up his cummerbund, her beautifully rounded buttocks were fully in his view. Try as he might, he could not tear his eyes from looking at her rear end. "Well, you don't have to worry about that, do you?" she smiled as she ran her fingernails up and down his muscular chest and abdomen. She pulled his shirt off of him and hung it on its hanger. "Oh, God, Daddy, you're beautiful," she husked and again ran a fingernail up and down his chest, then traced his left nipple with her fingernail. "Jacy please don't do..." Kenneth weakly pleaded with her. "I love you so much," she whispered, then leaned forward and kissed his slack mouth. He literally could not think as she slowly, sensuously snaked her tongue into his mouth. She crawled up onto the bed and knelt, straddling his lap. She rubbed her small hands over his face and shoulders as she kissed him. "Jacy, stop," she finally groaned. "You can't tell me what to do," she whispered in his ear, then bit down on his ear lobe. "You're not my father." She then jammed her tongue into his groaning mouth. His hands reached up and grasped her around her slim waist. "Yes!" she hissed happily into his mouth. He struggled to undo the bustier, but never having seen one before, except in magazines, he was stymied. "Here," she said, and quickly stood up. She unhooked the garment and tossed it onto the floor. Her panties joined it and she then clambered up to straddle his lap again. The scent of her arousal was quite evident, quite arousing and Kenneth reached to cup her hairless mound. "Oh, God, oh shit!" Jacy suddenly screamed and Kenneth felt his hand being drenched. Jacy slumped against him, pressing her large breasts into his chest. "Oh my God," she whispered. He became the aggressor and bent his head forward to grasp one of her tightly crinkled nipples in his mouth. "Ah!" Jacy let out a long gasp. She wrapped her arms around his head and pressed him tightly into her breast. His other hand continued to press against her pubic mound. He started to worm a finger into the slippery slit. "I'm, oh, damn! I'm a virgin," Jacy gasped out as Kenneth worked the finger deeper into her very tight slit. In answer, he pulled his mouth off of her nipple and sucked a kiss from her lips. "Oh Daddy," she sighed as he kissed her over and over. "Here," he finally said and stood up, holding her tightly to himself. Oh, so safe in my Daddy's big strong arms," Jacy sighed. Kenneth laid her on her back, then stood back up. He quickly shimmied out of his trousers and boxers then lay on the bed next to her. She rolled over and he hugged her to himself. "Oh, Daddy," she sighed, wrapping her arms around his neck. "It's even more beautiful that I dreamed it would be." "Uh huh," he agreed and began to kiss every square inch of her face and neck. He nibbled and sucked lightly on her shoulders and she shivered in contentment. She groaned as he licked, nibbled, sucked, and squeezed her breasts, then groaned loudly when he sank his teeth into her soft belly. "Are you going, oh, yes!" Jacy said as Kenneth reached her drooling pussy. She screamed loudly as he gave her puffy lips a long hard lick then shuddered and screamed even louder when he bit down on her fat little clitoris. He dug his tongue into her virginal slit and fucked it in an out of her a few times, then sucked her clitoris into his mouth and lapped at it vigorously. "Ah! Stop! Stop! Please!" Jacy screamed, beating the bed with her fists. "You're not my daughter; you can't tell me what to do," Kenneth whispered into her ear, then gathered her limp body into his arms. "Oh God, oh God, that was just too, oh! That was just so intense!" Jacy whimpered. She finally caught her breath, then looked into his blue eyes. "My turn," she whispered, pushing him onto his back. True man to the end, Kenneth was anxious for her to get to his cock. Her licks and nibbles and sucks were quite pleasant, but pleasantries wasn't what Kenneth wanted. But he lay still and let Jacy take charge, let her have her enjoyment. Finally, she reached his pubic hair and combed her fingers through his thick profusion of light brown curls. "Oh!" he heard her gasp, then felt her small hand grasp the base of his cock. "Oh, you're so, oh wow!" Jacy whispered. "I'm so what?" Kenneth asked. "I mean, I've only seen them on the Internet, but..." Jacy said as she stared at his cock. "Kind of small, huh?" Kenneth asked. "You're kidding, right?" Jacy asked, giving his six and a half inches a slight tug. "How in the fuck's this thing going to fit in me?" "It'll fit, believe me," Kenneth smiled. "God, I can't even get my hand around it!" Jacy gasped. It was average in length, but Kenneth was aware that he was a little wider than most. "Oh, Daddy," she sighed happily as she placed her wet lips on the head of his cock. "Baby don't do a whole bunch of that, unless you want a face full of..." Kenneth warned. "Don't do what?" Jacy teased. "This?" After she said that, she made a production of licking her lips, face hovering millimeters above his trembling cock, then placing her wet lips on the head of his cock. She then licked her lips again and Kenneth groaned. She stroked the length of his cock and again ran her tongue over the head of his cock. "Oh, Baby, oh, damn, I'm close, you hear?" Kenneth groaned. Jacy used her other hand to heft his heavy balls and she looked up at his contorted face. "Come for me, Daddy," she mumbled around his cock, feeding more of his meat into her mouth. "Aw shit," Kenneth moaned and spurted into Jacy's hot mouth. "Mmph!" Jacy moaned and swallowed rapidly. Kenneth gave a strangled scream as he emptied his balls into her beautiful mouth. "Aw, he all done now?" Jacy asked as Kenneth's cock slipped out of her mouth. "For now," Kenneth groaned. "Aw, poor baby," she cooed and patted his cock with her small hand. "Aw, well, how about these? Are they done for the night too?" She kissed his scrotum with a hot kiss, then licked at his hairy flesh. "Oh," Kenneth moaned; the sensation both pleasing and excruciating. "Hmmm?" Jacy teased as she licked his scrotum, giving forceful licks to the overly sensitive flesh. "Oh," Kenneth moaned. "Ooh, I think somebody likes that!" Jacy giggled as Kenneth's cock began to harden again. "Somebody likes this too," Kenneth said and pulled his daughter up for an intimate kiss. "I love you, Daddy," she murmured, lying on his muscular chest. "I love you so much, Baby Girl," Kenneth said. He ran his hands all over her back, cupping her fleshy buttocks and giving them several squeezes. "Like my big fat ass?" she whispered in his ear." Love your beautiful, sexy, little bitty ass," he whispered back. "Aw, Daddy, your eyes are going bad?" she teased. "Nope, that is a sexy LITTLE ass," Kenneth corrected. "Daddy!" she gasped playfully. "Are you trying to put your big old pee-pee up my hiney?" "What?" Kenneth asked. "Your pee-pee keeps sticking me in the hiney; are you trying to put your big old pee-pee up there?" She squealed as Kenneth's cock spurted a hot stream of semen onto her back and buttocks. Anal sex had been a long harbored fantasy of Kenneth's. Of course, Jennifer had repeatedly denied him any such gratification. "You can," Jacy whispered, then kissed him. "If you want to, you can fuck my ass." She crawled closer to his face and kissed him again, driving her tongue into his mouth. "I'm yours, Daddy, heart and soul," she whispered. "All of me is yours." "Oh," Kenneth groaned. "You want my ass, you can have it. You want my pussy, you can have it," Jacy whispered, stroking his cock with her hand. "You have any condoms?" he asked in a strangled voice. "No; I'm a virgin, remember?" Jacy asked. "What would I need condoms for?" "Damn," Kenneth groaned, disappointed. "We don't need them anyway," Jacy whispered, rubbing his cock against her pubic mound. "We don't?" he asked, fighting the urge to thrust his hips forward, to thrust himself into her wet slit. "No, we don't," Jacy said and rolled over onto her back, pulling him by his cock and poising his cock at the mouth of her small pussy. "Oh, you're on the pill?" he asked, giving his hips a slow rocking. "No, Daddy," Jacy sighed, reveling in the feeling of his cock against her pussy lips. "Then..." Kenneth asked. "I want your baby, Daddy," Jacy admitted. "Fuck!" Kenneth cried out as his semen flooded her pussy. "I want lots and lots of babies," Jacy crooned as she gave a short thrust of her hips. His cock remained as hard as it had ever been and he slid into her well lubricated pussy until he felt an obstruction. She gave a little gasp and her beautiful face tightened. "We don't need..." Kenneth said. "Oh?" Jacy looked up at him and smiled. She then made a show of licking her lips." You sure?" she asked. She licked her lips again. "I been waiting for years for you to do this," she admitted. He gave a short, brutal thrust and she grunted and clenched her jaws tightly in pain. ---- Jennifer came to slowly. It was dark in the bedroom, but even in her disoriented state, she could tell that she was not in her bedroom. There were no pillows under her head; Jennifer slept with two pillows propping her head. The sheets smelled of stale sweat and there was no mattress pad underneath the fitted sheet. The comforter that lay haphazardly across just her middle was thin, offering no protection against the very noisy ceiling fan's rapid beating. There was a horrible taste in her mouth; she really hated performing oral sex and especially hated swallowing the nasty bile a man's cock spurted. She was grateful for one thing; it was Sunday. Bargain Bin wasn't open on Sundays. Those religious nut bags, Mary and Grace, felt that Sundays should be spent attending church, then spending time with your families. She tried to pull up more of the tattered comforter and a groan alerted her that the owner of the strange cock was still in bed with her. "Fuck, what time is it?" Male voice groaned. "Time for you to get us some coffee," Jennifer grunted. "God damn, five o'clock? Bitch, get your own fucking coffee," Michael snorted and pulled all of the bedding off of Jennifer as he curled into a ball. Jennifer staggered out of the bed, located the bathroom, and, after emptying an alcohol full bladder, found a small travel size bottle of mouthwash. The bathroom was much like the bedroom. Dilapidated, filthy, definitely not set up to make a female guest feel welcome. Having no desire to crawl back into an uncomfortable bed, Jennifer decided to see about making coffee for herself. Nude, she padded into the kitchen and gave a short scream as thousands of cockroaches scattered when the lights were flicked on. She decided against touching anything in the kitchen, anything in the filthy living room, and decided that, five o'clock or not, whomever her host was needed to get up, get dressed, and drive her home. Her home with her mother may not be warm and welcoming, but at least it was clean. Michael Greene was not a morning person and came close to striking Jennifer when she loudly and shrilly demanded he dress and drive her home. "Do it," she snarled, teeth bared in anger. "Do it; I'm looking for a good reason ." He didn't ask her, "A reason to do what?" By the time he pulled up in front of Jennifer's apartment complex, he had calmed down enough to ask if she was doing anything the following Friday. "Yeah, probably getting fucked by someone knows what the fuck they're doing," Jennifer spat. She opened the door to his grimy sedan. "You know, clean your playpen, you might actually have a second date once in a while," Jennifer suggested, then slammed the door shut. ---- It was difficult to sit through Seven A.M. mass; Kenneth and Jacy kept sneaking looks at each other, kept giving one another little touches, little pinches. Finally the deacon announced "Mass is ended, go in peace to love and serve one another." "Thanks be to God," Kenneth and Jacy responded, then beat a retreat to the nearest side door. "You look so handsome; I just love that color on you," Jacy said, fiddling with his shirt button. "I think you're horribly prejudiced," he smiled and got into the car. "So you want to go..." Jacy asked, starting the car. "Home," Kenneth said. "I want to go home, crawl into bed and make love until we just can't move." "You're not hungry?" Jacy asked, smiling. "I'm starving!" "Fine; is Delphi's still there?" Kenneth asked. "Yeah; and they got a great breakfast buffet," Jacy smiled. The waitress seated them, got their drink orders and let them loose on the buffet. "I just love the French toast sticks," Jacy smiled as she picked one up, dunked it into the blueberry compost, then slowly snaked her tongue out and licked all around the end of the bread. Kenneth watched, cock straining in his pleated khakis, as she slid more and more of the rectangle into her mouth, then slid it back out again. She smiled at him, licked her lips in her slow, seductive manner, then slid the French toast stick in her moth again, bit down and chewed it slowly, savoring the taste. "Almost as much as I love the sausage links," Jacy husked and performed fellatio on the sausage. "Oh," Kenneth moaned and she smiled at him. "Daddy, you're not eating," she pointed out. "Aren't you hungry?" "Starving," Kenneth admitted, put his head down and began to shovel the food in. "Slow down," she whispered in his ear. "I like my man to take his time, nice and slow." He watched her tight little ass as she walked around the buffet table, filling a second plate. "They have cinnamon buns up there now," Jacy said as she came back to the table. "Oh, good, but I think I need to stay away from the..." Kenneth said, then froze as Jacy smeared the cream cheese frosting on her pouting lips. She looked up at him, then licked the cream cheese frosting from her lips and smiled playfully. "Yeah, I think I'll stick to protein from now on," Jacy said, then popped the cinnamon bun into her mouth. Kenneth had to sit, sipping his coffee for several minutes until his raging erection subsided enough for him to get to his feet and approach the omelet stand. "Cheese, tomatoes, green peppers, mushrooms, and cubed ham," he instructed the young woman and she smiled as she prepared the omelet, waving the pan over the propane burner. She slid the still sizzling omelet onto a plate and gave a small curtsy when Kenneth thanked her. Jacy looked at his plate and then looked over at the omelet stand. "I'm about two bites away from stuffed," she confessed. "But that does look so good." "Mmm, it is; she's got this really nice aged cheddar," Kenneth said as he finished a bite of the hot omelet. "Kenneth? Kenneth Kay?" a man's voice rang out and Kenneth looked up. "Kenneth, how the hell are you, huh?" Ray Toups said, reaching out to shake Kenneth's hand. "I um," Kenneth said, trying to place the familiar face. "Ray, Ray Toups, lived right next door to you and Jennifer and your three beautiful girls on Hermosa!" Ray said. "Ray, wow, how are you?" Kenneth smiled. "And don't tell me this gorgeous young woman is little Jacy," Ray went on. "Yep, afraid so; we're getting old, huh?" Kenneth said. "Boy, if that ain't the truth!" Ray agreed, unable to pull his eyes from Jacy's chest. "I'm getting me an omelet," Jacy declared. "God, you must be beating the boys off of her with a stick," Ray muttered as he watched her tight ass walk away. "Hey, Ray, that is my daughter, put your eyes back in your head, huh?" Kenneth said, more harshly than he intended. "Damn, Kenneth, I'm sorry; you're right, that was downright rude of me," Ray apologized. "Never did ask you, your house okay?" Kenneth asked and Ray's face paled. "Hey, look Kenneth, I'm sorry, all right? I mean, seriously, Jacy's a real pretty girl, but..." Ray stammered. "What?" Kenneth asked, truly puzzled. "You ain't got to be going around threatening..." Ray said, becoming angry. "I was just asking if your house got any damage when I burned down our house; that's all," Kenneth said, angered as well. "Soon as I finish this, we can go," Jacy said, setting her plate down. ---- Melissa and Jennifer ate lunch in silence. Melissa was silent because she did not have anything to say. Jennifer was silent because her head was killing her. Jennifer staggered to her feet, shoved the dishes into the tiny dishwasher and slammed the small appliance shut. "Heard from Timmy the other day," Melissa finally said. "Who?" Jennifer asked, taking a beer out of the small refrigerator. "Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Walker? Used to live third apartment down the hall?" Melissa asked. "When we lived in Cambridge Court?" "This beer's warm; how long's it been in there?" Jennifer asked, sipping the foaming liquid. "Aw, damn it; that thing not working again?" Melissa shrilled and yanked the refrigerator door open. "Aw, just fucking great!" She fiddled with the knob for a minute, then sighed as she heard the fan switch on. "Anyway, like I was saying," Melissa said. "Mom, I didn't live with you when you were at Cambridge Court," Jennifer reminded her mother. "Huh? Oh yeah, that's right, you and Kenneth, boy did he look great at the wedding, huh? Y'all had already gotten that house," Melissa prattled on. "Yes, Mom, Kenneth looked great at the wedding, it was just so great to see Kenneth at the wedding, boy I can't wait to see Kenneth again, I sure would like to fuck Kenneth , whoopee," Jennifer yelled. "Anyway, like I was saying, I talked to Timmy the other day; Sadie? His wife? Anyway, she passed away about two years ago," Melissa said, glaring at her fuming daughter. "And? So?" Jennifer sullenly said, still miffed at Melissa's mention of Kenneth. "And he invited me out to Arizona, you know? He's got that condo and he's all alone out there and..." Melissa said. "Wait, what?" Jennifer finally interrupted. "And so I told him I'd come out and spend a couple of weeks, see if I like it out there, I mean, when he was living down the hall, we'd fuck every now and then, I mean, he didn't have much in the meat department, but he made up for it with his mouth," Melissa rattled. "You're moving?" Jennifer asked. "So, end of the month, you're going to have to find your own place; this is Section Eight, fuck I ain't even supposed to have you staying here, but they never check that shit, thank God," Melissa went on. "Great, just fucking great, what else, God?" Jennifer mumbled bitterly. Infertile I walked into the house and made my way to the bedroom. My husband Jack got out of bed wearing just boxers. I could see his hard-on pushing against them as he walked up to me asking how was dinner. If I could just tell him the only thing I ate was cock but He was kissing me even before I could respond. His hand reached down to touch my belly as I felt a kick from inside. "Oh I felt that, Oh I'm so glad we were finally able to get pregnant." He said Then he kissed me again, as he pulled me to him. His hand touched me on my ass, I knew what he wanted. Jack has always been a very good lover but over the past year, things have changed for us, things have gotten more intense. Now on most Fridays I either have a dinner meeting or just have a girl's night out with my friend Kim. So, I say. We kissed as he started to unzip my dress and just that quickly I was standing there in just my panties, knee-highs and shoes. My bras were now too tight to wear and pantyhose too hard to put on. Jack's kisses began to move lower as he cupped my breast. Lifting them to meet his mouth, Jack had really learned the art of oral sex this past year. The pleasure his tongue brought has given me the best orgasms I have ever had. Oh the feel of his tongue flicking my nipple right before he sucks in as much of my swollen tit into his mouth. I love it. But Jack stopped just as fast as he started leaving me wanting more. "Please lay down" as he moved to help me onto the bed, taking off my shoes in the process. I moved into bed getting as comfortable as possible. Jack got into bed at the foot as he lifted one leg and pulled at my knee-high hose. After removing it, he kissed the bottom of my foot; he licks it until he reached the toes. He wrapped his mouth around a few of the smaller ones working his way to the large toe, he began sucking on my toe sending a shiver up to my pussy. I watched as he watches me; I could see the lust in his eyes as he did the same to my next foot. With my legs spread open for him I know he must see how wet my panties are. I was glad that I still had on my panties as I knew that with all this foreplay I would have surely have stained the sheets with the cum leaking from my pussy. I wanted so badly to reach down and pull Jack up to my cum filled pussy. I love the feeling of knowing he is having sloppy seconds. Although we have never talked about it, I know he knows. Since becoming pregnant I really get horny and have even fucked up to three guy one day, with Jack coming home to find me with cum running down my legs and all over my breasts. Jack has licked every inch of my body, licking off the cum my lovers have left behind. I was now so horny and wanted Jack to lick my pussy, I did the only thing I can do; I pull my feet towards me. Causing Jack to look at up at me. He just smiles as he slides up between my legs he looks me in the eyes then he breaths down on my panty covered pussy. I watched the top of his head with excitement as he kisses my cum soaked panties I know as wet as they are they should be transparent. I can feel his warm breath through my panties, because of my pregnancy I can not see him now but I can feel my orgasm building as Jack yanks away my panties so he eat up the cum put there less than an hour ago by my lover. I want to scream. I want to tell him to lick me up; to clean my pussy but that would not be like me when I'm with him. With my panties out of the way Jack lowers his face into my wet pussy, he dives directly in pushing his tongue as deep as he can. His nose is pushing at my clit. I can feel his tongue move in me as I hear the slurping noise he makes as he tries to suck me clean. I push my pussy into his face as I push the back of his head into me. Jack goes from licking to sucking and back; he has learned to bring me to orgasms, by pushing in a finger or two while licking me up. I know that as he finger fucks me he is pulling out more cum for him to suck up. I am overwhelmed by emotions that he loves me that much and I cum adding my juices to my already wet pussy. Jack must feel me cum cause he raises up, picks my feet up, and spreads them as wide as he can before pushing in his hard cock. I can feel him enter me I feel his cock opening me up all that cum left by my lover coating his cock and I cum again. Jack just pounds me as fast and as hard as he can I can feel him slide in and out taking long strokes, then I feel his cock expand and pushes as deep as he can till he fills me with his load of infertile cum. He falls down next to me and I reach for his face, I lick up the wetness around his mouth before kissing him deeply. "Oh I love you Jack"... ++++++++++++++++++ All throughout high school I was unpopular. The boys that did ask me out seemed to have only one thing on their mind my breast. I was thin; wore glasses; had short hair, but had a 34-D cup. As soon as I let a boy kiss me his hands were all over my breast. When I pushed away I got the reputation of being a bitch and was not asked out very often. Kim a new friend in college help me change my look, contacts, different clothes that hide me a little but not to much and told me to let my hair grow. I told her about my experiences, her response was "These guy are older and don't act that way" She was mostly right these older guys reached for my pussy first. So it went til I met Jack he was kind and caring. After dating six months, he asked me to marry him he even agreed to wait til we were married to have sex. Of course after telling me that I fucked him the next week. ++++++++++++++++++ TWO YEARS AGO "Say honey what do you say is it time to have a baby?" I was so glad it hear Jack talk about a baby, he had always wanted to wait til we had more money. I guess with his promotion and the fact that my little home business had started to take off gave him some glimmer of hope for the future. I quit taking the pill that night and we went after each other like newlyweds. Well actually better than when we were newlyweds, see we got married when I was nineteen and Jack twenty. We lived the first four years with mys sex was always rushed and quite. We had only had sex in the missionary position. Our attempts at getting pregnant were unsuccessful. I checked with my ob-gyn, then specialist only to find out that Jack had a very low sperm count and we would not likely be having babies. I took the news very hard as I always wanting a baby. I started to concentrate on work; sex became non-existent. Jack was lucky to get it once a month. I loved him but I wanted a baby. ++++++++++++++++++ ONE YEAR LATER We had not had sex I two months when a delivery changed our life. I was at my computer in a chat room talking with some guy claiming to be this hulkly guy. Works out twice a week and he told me he likes to eat pussy. I remember how good it felt to have Jack eat me the few times I would let him. I did not want him to ask me to return the favor so I would push him away even though he said he liked the taste of my pussy. I was getting pretty horny and even put my hand down my shorts as I felt my clit. Just then, the doorbell rang. I opened the door surprised that Carlos the regular delivery guy was not there but this tall good-looking black guy. I noticed right away that his skin was almost the same color as his uniform. He looked like someone who worked out all the time his muscles were bulging from his shirtsleeves. I don't know what came over me but I asked him in as I went to get some cash for the C.O.D. With the guy in the chat room making me horny and not having been fucked in so long I just knew I wanted to fuck someone so I quickly pulled off my clothes pulled on a robe and got the money. I returned to this great looking black guy standing in my living room. I started counting the money but dropped some on the floor as he bent down to pick it up I opened my robe alittle. I got the response I expected as he rose up one hand went straight to the front of my panties. This guy's fingers were rubbing my pussy before I knew what was what this only made want to get fucked more. This guy just reached under me and picked me up; he carried me to my bed and dropped me on it. As he removed his clothes, I pulled off my robe bra and panties. This guy I didn't even know went straight to my pussy, He licked me for a minute but then told me I had a great tasting pussy, but he had to rush. With that he came up and lined up his cock to my willing pussy I looked in awe as I saw the difference in color. It had been such a long time since I had fucked that his cock felt huge. I was unable to get a good look at it since he pushed it in so quickly. I must have been very wet cause he slipped right in. I couldn't believe that I was getting only the second cock in my life it felt so different from the way it touched the walls of my pussy to the way he moved. Just as I felt my orgasm building this guy stopped and pulled out, now I could see that his wet cock looked just as long as Jack's. Turn over I was told. I was not even sure why but I did as I was told. I just wanted to cum I would have done anything he asked. This stranger lifted my ass placed his cock right at the entrance of my pussy and pushed in. this was the first time I had been fucked in this position, his cock seemed to go in further than Jack's and the pressure to my stretched pussy lips was incredible. His cock was hitting me in a different angle and I could feel that I was right on the edge of screaming. Ohh I thought now this is fucking. This guy was not being gentle; he was fucking me fast, his balls slapping against my clit. Then I felt it his cock swelled as he held it as deep as he could, I felt his hot cum pour into me. The thought that I could get pregnant caused me to have the best orgasm yet. I felt so satisfy as he rushed to get dressed, I just rolled over onto my robe that was still on the bed. I covered my lower half with the robe; I must have fallen asleep cause the next thing I felt was someone kissing my breast. It was almost like a dream as the kisses were going down my belly; my robe was being pulled away. I turn to look at the clock to see that one hour had past, by this time I felt a tongue in my belly button and as if they had a mind of their own my legs started opening up. Just as I realized it was Jack he pushed my legs toward my breast and buried his face in my cum filled pussy. I shivered at the thought that he would leave me, the room was bright and I know he could see that I had been fucked. But the look in his eyes as his tongue touched my clit was not of anger. He stopped a second pulled back and looked directly at my pussy before covering my whole pussy with his mouth. My fear subsided as I felt my orgasm build. It was such a turn-on to fell Jack's tongue swimming around in all that cum, dripping out of my pussy. I didn't even push him away I let him lap away at my pussy. He would lick for a little then stop just as I was about to come my self. Pulling away with this huge smile on his face before going back to eating the remains of my only affair. He would lick then I would hear him suck in. he would then lick at my clit before going lower and pushing his tongue in me. Finally, after what seemed like forever I whisper lightly fuck me. Jack's eyes opened up wide as this was unlike me to use such language; he raised himself up and I could fell his cock searching for my hole as we kissed. Jack's face was all wet from his nose to his chin. I licked at his face while Jack began to fuck me. I was getting my first taste of cum from the mouth of my husband. I could hear the sound of his cock as well as feel his cock. I lowered my hand to the entrance of my pussy and felt Jack's wet cock; I could fell his cock pushing out the cum left by a stranger as it dripped down the crack of my ass. Jack's was now pushing his tongue into my mouth; the taste and the knowledge that it was coated with cum only added to my pleasure. With in five minutes Jack was adding his cum to my already soaked pussy. "Oh my that was the best fuck we had in a long time" was Jack's only words as he climbed off of me. With him, still kissing me his hand went down to my clit and he lightly rubbed me to an orgasm. Jack brought his cum covered finger to my mouth to clean; I hungrily cleaned it off. Jack just laid there with a grin as he faded off to sleep... * * * * * On Monday, I met with a new supplier for my home business. When I opened the door, I was so surprised to find Scott; he was a spitting image of my husband. I had been so concerned after that fling cause of the obvious difference. What if I had became pregnant although this is what I wanted. I had to control myself, tell myself even that I could not act hastily. But I swear if they had been standing next to each other, you'll have to say they were twins. After catching me stare at him for the umpteen time Scott asked if everything was OK. "Oh yes it just that you look so much like my husband" with that I showed him a picture. Scott was surprised saying "I wished I could be so lucky as to have a wife as beautiful as you" The meeting went well but without me making a decision to use his products. Scott said he would contact me on Friday. The rest of the week went by slowly every day meeting with different persons trying to find a supplier. But my mind kept thinking what if's. I mean what if I could get pregnant with Scott's baby maybe Jack wouldn't know. By the time Scott called on Friday, I had made up my mind to use him. Both as my work supplier and my personal supplier. I asked if we could consummate this partnership over dinner tonight. Jack was surprised to find me getting dressed up when he got home. I explained that I was having dinner the new supplier to go over a few details. "I was hoping for a quiet evening alone" Was Jack's response, but I knew what that meant he was hoping to get between my legs since again I was putting him off. I said "if all goes well I'll be home early. He left me to finish getting dressed. I kissed him and told him I loved him as I walked out the door. Scott and I met at Charlie's steakhouse located in the lobby of the Marriott. Scott hugged me as I walked in ordered me a drink then informed me that there was an hour and a half wait for a table. We talked about business while we had a few more drinks Scott asked if I wanted to walk around the lobby as we waited. Looking at Scott I could almost think I was with Jack, soon we were walking hand in hand. Somehow, we found this small alcove to one side of the restaurant, Scott pushed me into it and kissed me. I wrapped my hands around his neck as I pulled him to me to kiss him harder. Scott was not shy as his hands were quickly feeling my ass. Scott's tongue was pushing into my mouth and I just let him. I guess we both really knew why we were there cause Scott pulled away leading me toward the elevators. I followed as quickly as I could I didn't want to change my mind. We rode up groping and kissing each other as if we were newlyweds. I wasn't even sure what floor we were on as the doors opened and Scott again led the way. Scott fumbled with the card key to open the door once inside we embraced in a kiss Scott may have fumbled with the door but he had no trouble removing my dress. It was in a puddle at my feet with one hand on my beast the other I felt going under my hose and panties to feel my ass. As we kissed I could feel I sizable lump in his pants. I had a sudden urge to feel I cock in me right now! I also didn't want Jack to have to wait up for me. I thought I could be back home around 8pm the latest 8:30. So, this was all going well. I told Scott to undress as I went to freshen up in the powder room, I went in to remove the rest of my clothes, look at myself in the mirror and told myself this was OK! I entered in the dimly lit room. I was already beside the bed before my sight had adjusted fully. This is when I saw Scott lying there stroking his huge cock. Now the only other two I have seen were about the same and Jack say his is seven inches. But Scott's look to be longer and fatter; I was suddenly unsure. Scott raised to his knees on the bed held out his hand as I grabbed it he pulled me close. I could not take my eyes off that cock. "you are so beautiful please lay with me" I join Scott on the bed, he laid me down and began to kiss me I was still in awe as I could now feel his hard cock rub against me almost reaching my belly button. Is this how deep he would go in me? I thought. I was thinking I could never handle that, when Scott started kissing my neck and nibbling on my ear. He started to lower himself as to kiss my breast this moved that hard cock to my leg. It no longer felt so big I thought I must have over reacted. I felt a hand going to my thighs so I opened up, right away Scott's fingers were tracing the outside of my pussy lips. His massage made me forget about the size of his cock for a minute. His fingers were rubbing my pussy lips, then they would lightly touch my clit, finally I felt them go into my pussy, he gently started to finger fuck me. His finger curling inside like he was beaconing me to come closer. He spread open my legs as he went down to lick my pussy. I tried to pull him up but when he tongue reached out against my lips, I changed my mind. Scott used his tongue to open my pussy some more. He slowly licked me from top to bottom; Scott then pushed his tongue into my hole. For the first time while having sex, I screamed. "Oh yes, Oh, Oh yes" Scott's tongue was causing me to spasm I felt my body tremble and I wanted some more. Scott continued to lick me, it felt as I was having a prolonged orgasm as his tongue moved all over my pussy. Again I screamed " Oh yes Oh god yes, Oh please right there, No yes there, Oh I'm cumin, Please yes I'm cumin some more, Yes, Yes, Yes" I didn't know how long he was down there but I didn't want him to stop. When he did, I was already exhausted. Scott came up to kiss me and I could have left satisfied at that moment. Then I felt his cock against my pussy I lifted my legs to give him the best access, I thought if his tongue was that good he must be great his that huge cock of his. Scott began to rub his cock on my wet clit now I remembered how big his cock was I felt the head begin to enter. His cock began to stretch my pussy as he entered it almost felt like I was a virgin again being fucked anew. There was a slight discomfort til he popped in, then I just began to feel full. He would put a little in and pull out I knew there was more to come and I suddenly wanted it all. I wanted to be filled as never before. "Please put it in. Please all of it" With that Scott pushed in til I felt his balls against my ass, I gasped for air as he held his cock in as deep as it would go. The feeling was so great and I felt so full that I felt I had to share it. "Oh I'm so full of cock, it feel so good, Oh I love your cock, Oh please fuck me" Scott began to rock his hips as my pussy lips tried to hold on to him, when Scott began to pick up speed I pushed my hips to meet his. Scott began to pull out more, taking as long and as slow as he could I thought I could feel every little bit of his cock saw into me. I was on the verge of cumin when Scoot began to only use the tip of that great cock of his. As much as I tried to push my hip to him, he managed to just keep in the tip. "Oh Please what are you doing?, Oh please cum on" "You want this cock?" "Oh Yes, I want it all" "Tell me you want my cock" "Yes please I want your cock, I'll say anything" "Will you do anything" "Oh god yes anything just let me cum" Scott pushed his cock back into my pussy, he was now fucking so fast that I cum right away. "Oh god yes I'm cumin, oh yes cum with me please, Please fill my pussy with your cum" Infertile I soon felt Scott push in as deep as he could get and hold it there as he fill me up. I was so happy I had never been so full as I felt splash after splash of his cum enter my womb. "Oh Scott you're the greatest, we have to do this again sometime" Scott laughed and said "We're not done yet, I haven't fucked in three weeks all I need is two minutes" I was surprised as Jack had always rolled over and went to sleep afterwards. But the idea of another round on that long hard cock sounded good. Scott got off of me and I had to reach down to check because I felt a huge amount of cum in my pussy and I was right. The cum was everywhere, even after I closed my legs I thought I could still feel some run out. The next thing I knew Scott was kneeling up towards my face "Now suck my cock" I didn't know what to do or say. I thought for a second well I already tasted cum out of Jack's mouth and it wasn't bad at all. I guess I could try, so I lifted his limp cock as I got into a better position. Scott's limp cock was already as big as Jack's hard cock. I bought it to my lips but didn't know what to do with it. "What's a matter never sucked cock before" I looked up at Scott and shook my head no. He told me to just lick the sides first; I did as I was told. "OK now put the tip in your mouth" Again, I complied with his wishes. I tried to let it go in but was soon gagging so I pulled out a little. I was surprised that his cock began to grow in my mouth. It became difficult to stretch my mouth that wide. Scott pulled out his cock telling me to get on all fours. As I moved around and he placed me how he wanted me I looked back as Scott was spreading my ass cheeks and placing his hard cock at my pussy. I knew from the last week that I liked it this way. I really began to feel stretched; Scott reached around my hip to play with my clit. The feeling was great and made me want more of his cock; I pushed back and received a sharp pain from his cock hitting something in side me. I jerk forward off his cock. "What's wrong" "You're too deep" I responded, so he slowly put it back in and began to rock back and forth. The feeling of pain gone replaced by be filled. It felt so weird to feel his old cum running down my legs. I looked under me and could almost swear that the tops of my legs were shining. At this point I didn't care I just wanted the filling of his large cock stuffing me full. We were rocking in harmony and I began to feel an orgasm building. I rocked faster as Scott stayed still and let me control the tempo. "Oh god I love the way you fuck, you fill me up as never before, Oh god cum with me, please cum with me" It wasn't til after I cum and fell forward that I noticed that Scott had not cum yet. I looked back to see his cock still hard. He rolled me over and lifted my legs; he quickly began to fuck me again. I couldn't believe he could fuck that long. Scott suddenly stopped. He began to pull away only he pulled me with him, before I knew what happened I was sitting on his cock. He adjusted himself so he could suck on my tits as I rocked on him. This felt different again. I now had pressure against my clit when I leaned into him. I learned that I could adjust this pressure by lifting up. It felt so good I must have stayed on top of him for half an hour I learned I could bring myself to the edge of an orgasm then back off. Scott finally pushed me down so he was atop; he again fucked me fast. I felt him swell inside of me before he blasted me full of cum. Feeling his hot cum enter me sent me into orgasm myself. Even after my orgasm stopped, I still felt Scott filling me. I looked at the clock to see it was after 10pm. I knew I must hurry home. "Thank you Scott! Oh thank you so much" I said as I dressed I quickly put on my panties, and dress. I stuffed my hose and bra into my small purse... * * * * * I walked in my house ten minutes later to find Jack making a drink in a darken kitchen. "care for a drink" he asked of course, I accepted I could tell the TV was on in the bedroom . Jack handed me my drink, which I drank half in the first gulp. Jack kissed me as soon as I swallowed it down. From the corner of my eyes I watch as Jack pull at something from my purse. I realized he had found my hose. Jack just kissed me harder and pulled me towards him. He pulled to the bedroom, we kissed again as he began to undress me I opened his robe and dropped his boxers. Jack was already hard as he was now pushing down my panties. I laid on the bed naked and Jack joined me. We kissed as one hand went down to my pussy. Although Jack didn't say anything his eyes opened wide when he felt how wet I was. Jack slid down, he kissed my thigh before licking it. He was looking at my pussy the whole time as he inched closer and licked with his tongue. My pussy was overflowing with cum and For the second time in as many weeks my husband was sucking someone's cum from my freshly fucked pussy. It felt good as Jack pushed in one finger, then a second, I couldn't believe when he added a third. I thought that Scott must have really opened me up. Jack pushed my legs as far back as he could, I could now feel him lick from my asshole to my clit. I was going from orgasm to another as I bite my lip to keep from yelling out. Jack was pushing his face into my wet pussy, he really seemed to be enjoying himself, it was as if he was hungry for cum. Each time he pulled his fingers to the edge of my pussy he would double his effort. When Jack finally came up his face was shiny with cum. he had a big smile on his face as he entered my pussy, I could feel his cock as he enter me. Jack was taking his time slowly going in and out, I surprised jack as I pushed him unto his back. I straddled Jack and set my pace, soon I was bouncing up and down savoring the feel of his cock. Jack moaned as he started to cum, I was again being filled with cum. this caused my own orgasm. I allowed Jack's cock to deflate in me as we kissed and hugged. After two minutes I just collapsed to the side I rolled onto my stomach and fell asleep as Jack was rubbing my ass. * * * * * This went on with Scott and I fucking every Friday either in the afternoon before Jack would come home or at an evening dinner. Scott taught me how to suck his cock soon I was able to get most of him in my mouth. Seven months ago I told Scott I was pregnant, he of course by this time knew my plan to have his child and tell Jack it was his. That Friday morning Scott called excited he had two contacts that needed my products. Of course, this increased his sells; we both would come out ahead. They showed up at 1pm. We quickly worked out a deal that was very profitable for me. Scott came up to kiss me, he was grabbing my ass then laughing asked if we could now consummate the deal. I looked as the one of the other guys came up behind me. He pushed up against my ass as he started kissing my neck. Things happened quickly all I remember was that I had four hands all over my body, taking off my blouse and pants. I was whisked into the bedroom where my bra and panties were removed. Scott began eating my pussy as one guy sucked my breast. The other guy brought his cock to my mouth and I sucked it down whole. Soon I was being fucked at both ends and someone was sucking on my breast. I could not believe the feeling of have two cocks at the same time. The rocking motion of Scott fucking me was pushing the other cock deep into my mouth. The guy in my mouth began to cum, I swallowed alittle before he pulled out and shot the rest on my face and tits. Scott cum I my pussy only to be replaced by the third guy. His cock was just as big as Scott's, who brought his cock to my face so I could suck. Each guy took a turn shooting cum in my pussy. One guy pulled out on his second time and shot his cum on my breast and belly. I sucked each one hard again with Scott leaving his load on my breast as well. After three and half hours I had been well fucked. They all thanked me and left. I laid there all covered in cum after having I don't remember how many orgasms, when Jack walked in less than five minutes later. I thought that he must have seen the guys leave. He stood there looking at me, I had be a mess but Jack just smiled at me then removed his clothes. He began licking at my belly button and slowly licked his way up to my breast . I never felt so close to Jack as I did at that moment Jack took his time cleaning one breast then the other. His tongue flicking each nipple. Filling me with a sense of love. He licked up my face before kissing me deeply, I could taste the cum he had lick off me as he pushed his tongue in my mouth. Jack worked his way back down slowly licking any cum he missed only to find my pussy dripping out cum from at least three loads that had been pushed in me. Jack licked and sucked at my pussy for longest time he ever had. I think he may have been surprised as to how much was there, but he just continued. I surprised him by turning so I could suck on his cock while he licked me up. I was able to get him all in my mouth and when he cum I swallowed most of it leaving a little in my mouth I turned him around and share the remains with him. We fell asleep a little and then I was awaken to another tongue bath. I got Jack to fuck me from behind as I gave him the news of being pregnant. Jack told me he loved me as he cum in my pussy... * * * * * I know this was long and I hope you enjoyed it, but I wanted to put it all in one story I had to leave out a lot at the end but I didn't want to make this a series. Since I bared my soul let me know if you enjoyed it. Infertility A true cuckold story. My name is Karen and I want to share with you my short love story. When I was dating, I had three steady boyfriends, Nelson,Tony and Jimmy. It was two years after I graduated high school that I started dating Tony. He is a tall, muscular, handsome guy and all of my girlfriends would have died to go out with him. On our first date he took me out to dinner at a very expensive restaurant and then we went dancing at an exclusive night club. Those first few dates he spent lavishly on me, making me feel so special that I felt obliged to give myself to him. After Tony had me, the lavish spending stopped. From then on, our dates consisted of him taking me to a place where he could fuck me. Now Tony is well endowed in the penis department and he knows it. When he pushes himself into me, I have all I can do to catch my breath before he starts pumping into me furiously. He gets so excited that he climaxes before I'm even aroused. Then he climbs off of me, saying," O baby, that was great!" He never thinks of my pleasure. It's all about his. Then I met Jim. Jim is a very sexy guy with beautiful bedroom eyes and a very thick penis which he knows how to use. Like Tony, Jim is concerned about his own pleasure. Once he gets off then he loses interest in my needs. I was beginning to think that all men are the same. They are selfish. Then I met Nelson, well Nelson and I knew each other our whole lives. His mother and my mother were good friends and they persuaded me to go on a date with Nelson because he didn't know any girls. They wanted me to bring him out of his shell so he would start dating. Tony didn't mind. He said that Nelson was a harmless nerd and a sissy so I went on a few dates with him. On our second date Nelson parked at the rivers edge. It was dark and he attempted to make out with me. I was feeling very charitable and I felt like giving him an exciting night. We kissed passionately and I could tell that he was aroused. After necking for a while, I let my hand brush across his lap but I didn't feel any noticeable bulge in his pants. More and more I went on dates with Nelson and I found myself with three steady boyfriends. Nelson made me laugh and he was so interesting to talk with. Although I would not allow any sex between us because I felt he treated me so special and I didn't want sex to ruin his feelings for me, like it did with Tony and Jim. I just enjoyed being with him. One night I had a date with Nelson but that day I went to the beach with Tony. When we got to the beach, Tony fucked me in his car. Then in the boathouse, he fucked me. When he drove me home, it was getting dark and he fucked me again in his car. As he drove away, I was unlocking my door when Nelson pulled up for our date. Each time that Tony had fucked me I didn't climax. He is so selfish that way. He left me feeling so aroused and I think Nelson could sense it. There in the darken hallway, he began caressing me, kissing me, and feeling me up. Then he whispered in my ear that he wanted to go down on me. I was so aroused, I pushed his head down to my vagina. I knew he was smelling and tasting the presence of Tony. I pushed him all the way to the floor and I turned and straddled his mouth with my pussy so that his nose was buried in my anus. I was now facing his genitals. His sucking mouth and tongue were giving me so many intense orgasms. I wanted to do something for him. I opened his pants and pushed them down to his knees exposing what was, to my surprise, a little boy penis. It was not large or menacingly grotesque like Tony's or Jim's. It was small and non threatening. It looked pure and innocent, not demanding attention like the other men. Whenever I was with Jim or Tony, they would push my head down into their lap and when I was sucking them, they would place their hand on the back of my head and force their cocks deep into my throat causing me to gag and choke. Nelson's erection can fit all the way into my mouth and if he had a larger cock, I know he would never force it down my throat like those other guys did. I took Nelson's erection into my mouth and sucked and swallowed all of his sweet honey until it went soft and shriveled. I felt his tongue up in my pussy and I felt guilty that Tony had just had me. I told Nelson that I was filled with another man's cum, to my surprise, his little penis got hard again. That was the night he proposed to me. I accepted his proposal. He was the only man I ever knew, who was totally dedicated to my sexual gratification and not his. We tried to have a baby from the first time we were married but nothing came of it. We were tested and it came out that Nelson's genitals never fully developed, hence the smaller than average penis. While he ejaculated a copious amount of semen, he had a very low sperm count. We looked into fertility doctors but the cost was out of our reach. We were a young married couple. We didn't have that kind of money. A fertility doctor would take the sperm from an anonymous donor, a stranger to us. A man that we would never see. The doctor would use the sperm to artificially inseminate me and if it didn't take, he would do it again. Each failed attempt would be more and more money. To face our married future as a baron couple was overwhelming and unacceptable. It was Nelson who came up with the idea. We would find a sperm donor and have him impregnate me naturally. As it turns out, there was a single boy at my work, named Jason. He lived with his parents. He was always flirting with me. He was tall, handsome and he was the perfect donor, little did he know, that we would use him. I told him that my husband was working out of town and I was so lonely at night. He took the bait. We set it up for a Wednesday night, he would come to my house, thinking that my husband was out of town. When that day came, I was so excited but when my husband came home from work, he seemed very apprehensive. He wasn't sure if we should do this. It was his idea and now he was getting cold feet but I wasn't going to let this opportunity pass us by. When my husband is aroused, he is open to anything so I knew I had to get him in a state of arousal and keep him there. I took my shower and then asked Nelson to dry me, telling him how I wanted my pussy to be clean and fresh for Jason. My husband was so passive as he began drying my most private parts which I knew was making him very aroused and in his aroused state, he accepted the fact that in an hour, another man will be fucking me. That night my husband went out and waited for Jason to come to our house and make love to me. Later that night after Jason left, my cuckold returned. His arousal was at a fever pitch as he stripped off his clothes and got into bed with me. I wrapped my arms and legs around his nude body and as he pushed his boy penis into me, I whispered in his ear, "Jason has a very large cock and I'm sure that tonight he has impregnated me." When my cuckold heard those words, he ejaculated with a loud cry of joy. But how many times would Jason have me before I became pregnant? Week after week Jason would fuck me. He became a regular at our house. We asked him if Nelson could watch but he said no. That he felt it would be gay. After two months, I finally did become pregnant. Then I had to end the relationship with Jason and not let him know that he was to become a father. Nelson and I were overjoyed. Every time my cuckold looked at my growing pregnant belly, he would become so aroused that he couldn't keep his hands off of me. We had a beautiful baby girl. Now we are trying to have another baby. This time the sperm donor is a handsome young man named David. We think that he will give us a boy. Some nights David will spend the night with me in my bed while my cuckold lays in the spare bedroom masturbating to the sounds of our copulating. He knows the groans of pleasure I make, when David's large erection is pushing deep into me and flooding my insides with his treasured sperm.