Oscar Meyers Part 2: Academia By Lazlo Zalezac Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2005 Chapter 20 After spending the day with Pat and Maggie, Oscar decided he really liked Debbie’s parents. That night, he and Pat were seated on the porch drinking coffee and talking about the family. Pat said, “Jimmy’s on the baseball team. He wanted to be on the football team, but his growth spurt came in a year too late. He grew up a lot the past six months, but he’ll never make the team. They’ve been working together for two years and won’t accept a walk-on at this point.” “I can see where that would be a tragedy to someone his age. What about your youngest son? What’s he interested in?” Oscar asked recalling that the youngest brother was Tommy. He was the one who had a major crush on Georgia and never left her side if he could help it. “Tommy is different. He’s into his studies almost as much as Debbie was at that age,” Pat answered. He said, “My wife, Maggie, thinks Debbie and Tommy take after her. Don’t tell her, but I think she’s right.” The sound of a group of motorcycles revving their engines distracted Oscar. They could be heard despite the fact that they were more than a mile away. Pat said, “We’ve gotten so used to fusion powered cars that the internal combustion engine really sounds loud.” “I’ve heard lots of motorcycles. That is intentionally loud,” Oscar said. He watched the end of the street. After a minute, five motorcycles turned onto the street and headed their way. Oscar narrowed his eyes and watched as they drove into the driveway of the house next door. The five riders revved their engines taking pleasure in disturbing the peace. When they shut them off, Oscar asked, “What’s the story with them?” “They are bad news,” Pat answered. Since the moment Debbie had seen the woman on the motorcycle, she had pulled away from Georgia. It wasn’t excessively obvious except to Georgia and Oscar. Oscar shook his head and said, “That’s obvious. What’s the story?” Shifting in his chair, Pat said, “The Adams family that lived over there wasn’t ever all that stable. The boy, Bob, and the girl, Jean, were bad from the day they were born. The mother once complained that Bob sucked her tit so hard that he drew blood half the time. After their father committed suicide, their mother went a little crazy and was sent away to a hospital. She was never gone long enough for the Child Protective Services to put the kids in a foster home. “Without the mother around, the kids got wild. The boy was a horrible bully and our kids were scared to death of him. They wouldn’t go outside to play. I can’t really blame them. To tell the truth I was afraid of him. One day, I caught Bob lighting a dog on fire and he just grinned at me like I was next. The little bastard was about eight years old at the time. “It seemed like the cops were over at the house every day for some reason or another. They kept arresting him and the judge kept letting him go. The DA got smart and started charging him as an adult. That put the kid in front of a different judge. When he was seventeen, he nearly beat a man to death. Finally, he was sent off to jail. The entire neighborhood celebrated that day. “The girl is just as bad. In some ways, Jean is worse. While her brother liked to hurt people, she liked to make people bleed. She was arrested a dozen times for passing bad checks, shoplifting, assault, and breaking and entering. The same judge that was letting her brother get away with his crimes let her get off. Jean ran off with a biker chick when she was eighteen. “Last year, the mother died. Since then, the two of them would come back for a couple of days and then take off again. There has been a constant flow of bikers through that house even when they aren’t around. It’s gotten real bad. This morning, the two of them showed up again on their motorcycles.” Oscar listened to the story. It still didn’t explain everything. He asked, “What did she do to Debbie?” Staring at the ground, Pat said, “She’s also a butch lesbian. She tried to rape Debbie, but Jimmy and Tommy got there in time. Debbie left for the Druid College about that time.” Music loud enough to wake the dead blasted from the house next door. Oscar said, “Excuse me a minute, I’ll be right back.” Taking a leisurely stroll, Oscar walked to the house next door. He knocked on the door sufficiently hard enough to be heard over the music. A large man answered the door and looked down at Oscar. He was wearing blue jeans that were barely held up by a wide belt with a huge buckle. His chest was covered by a black leather vest and no shirt. He snarled and asked, “What the fuck do you want?” The smaller man looked at the biker. “Turn down the music, it’s late.” The big man laughed and said, “Fuck off.” Oscar reached out and grabbed him by the ear. He twisted the ear nearly hard enough to pull it off. Pulling him down to his eye level, Oscar said, “Turn down the music.” The man tried to grab Oscar’s hand to release his ear. Grimacing, the big guy said, “I’m going to fuck you up little man.” Leaning forward so that his eyes were only inches from the other man’s eyes, Oscar said, “Haven’t you ever heard the expression, don’t fuck with a Druid?” Once Oscar released his ear, the big guy stood and stared at him. The man made a fist while he said, “You don’t have a medallion.” “Don’t fuck with a Druid,” Oscar said. The big man didn’t pay attention and took a swing at him. Oscar threw him twenty feet into the front yard. He walked over to the man and said, “Turn down the music now.” The big man got up, stepped past Oscar, and tried a sucker punch. He flew the twenty feet back to the front door. Rubbing his head where it was throbbing from having hit the door frame, he looked back in the house and shouted, “Turn off the music.” Oscar walked back to the house and took a seat next to Pat. Making a gesture to next door, he said, “Now we can hear each other again.” “I knew I was going to like you,” Pat said. He was quiet for a moment and then said, “Of course, they’re going to be worse once you’re gone.” “Druids never leave a situation worse than how they found it.” Georgia came out of the house and, sounding very sad, said, “I think I’ll sleep in the other bedroom tonight. You can sleep with Debbie.” Raising an eyebrow at the announcement, Oscar considered what it meant. The shortage of beds in the house had meant that the brothers were going to share a bed, he was going to sleep in Tommy’s bed, and the women were going to share Debbie’s bed. He answered, “I’m going to sleep on the recliner lawn chair in the backyard tonight. It’s a great night for sleeping outdoors.” “Really, I don’t mind if you sleep with Debbie,” Georgia said. “We have Jimmy and Tommy to think about,” Oscar replied. He cast a glance at Pat and thought to himself that he didn’t think Pat would appreciate him sleeping with his daughter. The young woman didn’t answer immediately. She stood there thinking about what she could say to change his mind. Giving up, she said, “I’m going to bed now.” “I’ll be up to kiss you and her goodnight in just a few minutes.” “Thank you, Oscar,” Georgia said. The fact that she wasn’t going to be the only one sleeping alone that night comforted her more than she felt proper. She went back into the house feeling better than when she had come out. After Georgia was gone, Pat said, “You can sleep with Debbie. I’m not foolish enough to think it would be the first time.” “It was an excuse and not a reason,” Oscar said. Seeing the startled look on Pat’s face, he said, “Excuses and reasons are two different things altogether. Tonight, I use the excuse and, tomorrow, I will try to remove the reason.” It was the middle of the next morning when a loud scream from the backyard caused the entire household to come running out of the house. Oscar was the last out the door and he paused to take in the scene that was presented to him. Debbie, her robe ripped to her waist, was being held by a biker in front of the woman from next door. Oscar assumed that the man was Bob. Three other bikers were standing around watching and joking about what they were seeing. One of them was holding a revolver and pointing it at the family. Jean was holding Debbie’s hair using it as a lever to yank her head around. She leaned forward and said, “I’m going to make you lick my cunt until I come every morning for the rest of your life. You’re now my pussy slave!” Ignoring the woman and the man with the gun, Oscar stepped up and punched the man holding Debbie. His fist hit the man’s left kidney. The man crumpled without a sound. Fast as lightning, Oscar grabbed the revolver. He fired into the gas tank of one of the motorcycles parked next door. The man was swearing, “What the fuck!” Casually, Oscar threw the gun back to the man he had taken it from. The man caught the gun and stared at Oscar for half a second unable to believe that he had handed back a loaded gun. He pointed the gun and pulled the trigger. Oscar ignored the click. Three clicks later, the man asked, “What the fuck?” One of the other bikers said, “Man, that little shit shot my bike!” Tommy stared at the bike and said, “He put six bullet holes in it! I only heard one shot.” Turning his back to the bikers, Oscar said, “Debbie, listen to me. It’s time for you to take out the trash.” Every morning for the past three years, Debbie had studied martial arts with the other students at the Druid College. Oscar’s words released her from her paralysis. Not caring what happened to her opponent, her fist shot out and hit the woman holding her hair in the solar plexus. Once the woman had released her grip on Debbie’s hair, Debbie was free to act. She took the woman across the jaw with a spinning sidekick that was strong enough to break a dozen boards. It was more than enough to break the jaw. Debbie didn’t stop at that point. Subsequent blows broke an arm, ribs, and a collarbone. Pat and Maggie had watched their daughter completely destroy the woman in less than five seconds. Stunned by what they were seeing, they couldn’t even voice a reaction much less act to stop her. The brothers, open mouthed, stared at their sister. Oscar stepped forward and grabbed Debbie before she killed the woman. Debbie glared at him for a fraction of a second before recovering her balance. He winked and said, “Tell her what you think of her.” Kneeling down, Debbie grabbed the woman by the hair. For some reason that she wasn’t able to explain, she wanted to grab Jean’s face and force her to lick her cunt. It dawned on her that rape wasn’t anything sexual on Jean’s part, but an expression of dominance. She really wanted to dominate Jean at that moment. Leaving it to others, she said, “You are going to be the pussy slave for a dozen women in prison.” The three bikers decided that they had enough and started to leave. They froze when Oscar appeared in front of them with a smile. He asked, “Do you honestly think I’m going to let you leave?” The guy he had thrown around the previous night backed up and said, “Whatever you say, man. I don’t want any trouble.” “That’s funny. You were over here doing your best to create trouble,” Oscar said with narrowed eyes that froze the man in place. One of the other men said, “Out of our way, shrimp. I’ll fuck you up so bad you’ll never walk again.” The one reaction that no one, with the possible exception of Oscar, expected was to hear was Georgia giggling at the threat. She nudged Pat and said, “Imagine that idiot threatening a guy who killed two hundred terrorists in one afternoon.” Tommy, never far from Georgia, turned to look at her with wide eyes. Ignoring the action, he asked, “How many terrorists has he killed?” “A couple thousand,” Georgia answered. There was a wild gleam in her eye as she looked over at Oscar. “Really?” Tommy asked staring at Oscar. This was the first he’d heard of anything that Oscar had done. All he knew about Oscar was that he was his sister’s boyfriend. “Yes. He went up against several hundred in a single camp when we were training the Special Forces teams in Afghanistan. None of the terrorists survived,” Georgia said. She shivered and said, “Oscar, I need you right now.” Seeing that Georgia’s nipples were tenting her shirt, Oscar said, “Violence always makes Georgia horny.” Feeling much more confident, Debbie stood up and turned her back on the woman lying on the ground. She looked over at Georgia seeing the obvious signs of her arousal and said, “Oscar, I can take care of those three. Why don’t you take care of Georgia?” Glad to see that his confident Debbie had returned to take control over her life, Oscar said, “We have to call the police first, Debbie. I think that the two who assaulted you are in dire need of medical care.” Seeing that her daughter’s breasts were exposed to the world, Maggie said, “You might want to hold your robe closed.” Debbie looked down and shrugged. A year of being naked had removed the embarrassment about having her body exposed. Rather than react with the kind of frantic motion most would expect, she calmly gathered the two sides of her robe and held them together. Looking over at her mother, she said, “I need a safety pin or something to hold it together.” “I’ll get you one,” Maggie said turning to the house. “Call the police while you’re in the house,” Debbie said. She stared down at the woman on the ground amazed that her fear of the woman was gone. She didn’t feel anything but contempt for her. While Maggie called the police, Pat walked around wondering what he should be doing. The man Oscar had hit hadn’t moved or made a sound since collapsing on the ground. He went over and looked down at the man. He asked, “Is he dead?” Oscar looked over at the man and said, “No. I burst his kidney. He’ll die if he doesn’t get medical help soon.” The calm manner in which Oscar made his assessment was almost as shocking as the violence had been. Jimmy turned to his sister and said, “Wow, you were amazing sis. Where did you learn how to fight like that?” “The Druid College,” Debbie answered. She thought about it for a minute realizing for the first time that the College had prepared her to take care of herself and others around her. She had the skills to take down bad people. She wasn’t so embarrassed about being naked that she was unable to deal with the situation. Grinning, she said, “They train us so that we can take out the trash if necessary.” The neighbors swarmed over to the house before the police and ambulance arrived. Oscar went over to deal with the officials while the family dealt with the neighbors. Georgia couldn’t believe that she actually had to keep people from spitting on the pair lying on the ground. Looking over at Debbie, she said, “These two aren’t exactly popular.” Debbie started laughing and had a hard time getting herself under control. Her hands started shaking as she crashed from the adrenaline high she had been on. Years of fearing Jean and Bob disappeared. It took ages for the police to clear up the matter. Jimmy showed the police where Oscar had shot the gas tank of the motorcycle six times. There was a nice round pattern of bullets in the side. As Oscar had expected, the three bikers were hauled off for outstanding warrants and the siblings were taken off to the hospital. Once things had calmed down, the family gathered around the dining room table for lunch. It was a quiet group that sat down to eat. After a few minutes, Jimmy asked, “If you could kick ass like that, why did you let them grab you?” “I was so terrified that I couldn’t move,” Debbie answered. Sighing, she said, “I’ve spent my whole life scared of Jean. I can’t tell you how many nightmares I had where she was raping me.” Looking across the table at Debbie, Georgia wondered what this meant in terms of their relationship. She could see now why Debbie reacted so strongly on Oscar’s birthday. She said, “I wish Cole was here.” Maggie asked, “Who is Cole?” “He’s a classmate of ours. He serves the Goddess and helps heal emotional problems,” Oscar answered. Smiling over at Georgia, Debbie said, “I don’t think that we need to talk to Cole.” Pat looked over at his daughter and thought about what she had said. He felt guilty that he hadn’t been able to protect the kids from Bob and Jean. A father should be able to protect his family, but he’d felt helpless. Calling the police had not had any effect. If he had hurt or killed the kids next door, he’d have ended up in jail and his children would have been in a worse situation. Watching Pat, Oscar said, “Society doesn’t believe in evil anymore. I’ve seen a lot of evil in the Middle East. I watch the news as reporters try to explain evil actions away. They don’t understand that you can’t reason with evil. They don’t understand that you don’t have to do anything to provoke evil.” “Those kids are evil. The whole town has known that, but we couldn’t do anything about it,” Maggie said. “It is a shame that society won’t protect the person who has to protect himself from evil,” Oscar said. Frowning, he said, “I’ve never really had to deal with that aspect of serving the Gods and Goddesses. In the battlefield environment, deadly force is accepted.” Tommy asked, “You’ve really killed thousands of people?” “I don’t know how many people I’ve killed. Fog of war and all that,” Oscar said. He sighed and said, “Killing another human isn’t something to be proud of. It is the last measure and means that you’ve failed all other options. Sometimes, evil just doesn’t allow you those other options.” “When I watched those documentaries on the war, I thought you were some larger than life character,” Pat said. He hadn’t expected the small young man who had gotten out of the car the previous day. “Oh, I’m larger than life, just a little short in some ways,” Oscar replied with a grin. “Not in the ways that matter,” Georgia said with a sexy little wink in his direction. Debbie took Oscar’s hand and said, “Thank you.” “For what?” “For letting me take care of Jean. I needed to do that.” After kissing the back of her hand, Oscar said, “You could thank me by letting me help your mother with the dishes.” “No!” echoed from his two girlfriends. The shocked reaction of Georgia and Debbie surprised the family. It was evening and Oscar was seated on the porch reading a book using the light that came through the front window. Pat took a seat next to him and asked, “What are you reading?” “I’m reading a biography of John Carter. The Grand Druid wants me to read it.” “Oh,” Pat said. It seemed strange to be talking about people like the Grand Druid with someone who actually knew him. Shrugging his shoulder, he asked, “Anything special that he wants you to read in it?” “He marked the pages just before John Carter went to the glade,” Oscar answered with a frown. It was about how various members of the family learned about his pending sacrifice. Shaking his head, he said, “It’s rather depressing stuff.” “I can imagine. I’m sure that John Carter must have been very depressed knowing that he was going to die.” “Actually, he seemed indifferent to that. He was more concerned about his family and they were worried for him,” Oscar replied. Shaking his head, he said, “I think it was harder for his family to live with the idea than for him. I couldn’t imagine telling someone that I knew I was going to die in a few days.” “How long before he died did John Carter know he was going to die?” Oscar considered the material he had just finished reading. He shook his head and said, “I think it was one of those creeping realizations.” Debbie and Georgia stepped out of the house and sat down on chairs across from Oscar. Debbie asked, “What was a creeping realization?” “We were talking about John Carter’s last days and when he realized that he was going to die.” Debbie smiled and said, “We don’t have to worry about that with Oscar. He’s going to bring peace to the Middle East.” “That’s right. He’s going to wander into a kitchen somewhere and the Middle East is going to disappear. The only who will be left is Oscar asking ‘Is jello supposed to go bang?’” Georgia said with a laugh. Shaking his head, Oscar said, “I thought I’d try spaghetti. It sounds simpler.” “What’s simpler than boiling water and adding dust to it?” Debbie asked. “Boiling water and adding sticks to it.” Looking at him, Georgia asked, “So how long are you going to boil it?” “Until it is done. I figure an hour or so ought to be enough,” Oscar answered. The women broke out in laughter at his answer. About the time they would get themselves under control, one of them would look at the other and start laughing again. Pat watched a little confused although he had gotten the impression that Oscar wasn’t a good cook. Oscar reached into his pocket and pulled out the ever present MRE. Waving it in the air, he said, “I brought birthday food, just in case.” Debbie stood up and said, “Come upstairs with us for a minute.” Upstairs, Debbie and Georgia removed their clothes as if in a race. Seeing Oscar just standing there, Georgia said, “Get naked. You never did take care of our state after the fight this morning.” Getting the hint, Oscar pulled his robe off. When the robe cleared his head, he was shocked to see Georgia and Debbie hugging. It was the innocent hug of two friends despite the fact that they were both naked. Little Oscar rose at the sight. His cock didn’t care about innocence, only the visual impact of two women embracing. Shocked, he asked, “What’s going on?” Pulling back from Georgia, Debbie held out a hand for him to take. She answered, “I’m not letting Jean ruin my life anymore!” Taking her hand, he was led to the bed. It was a regular bed and rather than using it length-wise, they lay across the bed with legs hanging off the edge. For the next hour there was lots of touching, kissing, hugging, and making love. At one point, Georgia was riding his face while Debbie was riding his cock. Oscar nearly lost control when he noticed that Debbie was supporting herself by holding onto Georgia’s hips. He did lose control when he noticed Debbie leaning against Georgia while recovering from an orgasm. He didn’t remember much after that. Centered between his red haired and his blond haired beauties, Oscar felt as if he had died and gone to heaven. Georgia said, “That was very nice.” “Definitely,” Oscar agreed. “I don’t mean that,” Georgia said. She looked over at Debbie and said, “I liked the little kiss on my back when you climbed off Oscar.” Blushing, Debbie said, “Thank you.”