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  He didn’t seem to be overly concerned. He had a funny smirk on his face.

  “Here,” she said, handing him the Kleenex. “Clean yourself up. I didn’t even have to use the baby oil this time.”

  “I needed it bad, baby,” he said.

  “Well, you got it all over me,” she said. “I hope you’re happy.”

  She put back on her bra and pulled up her slip and buttoned up her dress. Eddie cleaned himself with the Kleenex and put his cock back into his pants and zipped up. He started the car and backed out of the lane and onto the main driveway again. Around the corner her house came into view. When her father was alive, he kept it maintained and it looked like a postcard. Now it sagged sadly, a reminder of what it had been.

  Eddie pulled up in front of the steps.

  “You want me to come in,” he said. “We could watch TV or something.”

  “The television is broken,” she said, “and Momma wasn’t feeling well this morning.”

  Eddie nodded. She knew he understood the euphemism for her Momma not feeling well. Everybody in Fort Bell understood. It meant her Momma had found some booze somewhere, probably from passing salesman. Or it could have been one of the older boys who worked at the tannery. They knew about her mother. Bring a bottle of booze and anything was possible.

  “I have to go,” she said. “Are we still going to the movies next weekend with Jimmy and Evelyn?”

  Eddie shook his head. “You and I are going. Jimmy and Evelyn broke up, and he doesn’t have any money.”

  “When did all this happen?”

  “Just this week.”

  “But I thought Jimmy and Evelyn were going to get married. And Jimmy was making really good money at the tannery.”

  “Jimmy quit the tannery, and he’s probably going to leave town. He’s talking about joining the Army.”

  “Wow, this is all kind of sudden.”

  “Yeah, well it’s Evelyn’s fault. She’s got a big mouth and she was bragging to all her friends. One of her friends told her brother and he told the guys at the tannery.”

  “What did she brag about?”

  At first Eddie seemed reluctant to say anything else, but then he shrugged. “She bagged that Jimmy … uh …used his mouth on her. Between her legs. You know. All the guys at the tannery started riding him. You know, a guy that does something like that …well he’s kind of queer.”

  She shook her head sadly. Poor Jimmy. He was a sensitive, poetic sort to begin with, and a lot of harsh teasing would make him miserable.

  “I can’t believe this,” she said.

  “And some of the guys have been asking about me and you. They know me and Jimmy were friends. I’ll knock the head off of the first one who accuses me of doing something like that.”

  Exasperated, she got out of the car and slammed the door. She didn’t even look back as Jimmy as he drove away. It really was the dark ages in Fort Bell. Jimmy didn’t seem to mind if she played with his cock and even occasionally kissed it. But that was somehow different. Girls did things like that.

  She opened the screen door and saw that the front door was already ajar. She stepped inside. Her mother was at the kitchen table. Her head was slumped over the table and she was snoring drunkenly. There was an empty bottle of vodka on the table that had not been in the house when she left that morning

  Even worse, her mother was naked except for a pair of red lace panties that had not come out of her mother’s lingerie drawer.

  Someone had known she was in church and with Eddie that morning, and they had visited. Whoever it was had brought a bottle of booze and some obscene underwear and her mother had flopped over like a rag doll and gave herself to them.

  For a moment Lucy’s legs felt rubbery.

  She closed her eyes. She wondered how many had come. Had her mother sucked them first? Had they called her cow and whore and beat on her tits as they fucked her? Lucy felt sick and nervous and excited inside.

  With a tired sigh, she helped her mother out of the chair. Her mother said something but it was unintelligible. Lucy gently walked her into the bedroom. She sat her mother down in a chair and she quickly stripped the sheets off the bed and replaced them. She went into the bath and half-filled the tub. It was hard work but she managed to get her mother into the tub. She gently washed her face and heavy breasts with soap and a washrag. It looked like dried cum stains on her mother’s face.

  She emptied the tub and dried her mother off and took her back to bed. Her mother flopped back on the bed and started snoring again. Her mother was in her fifties but looked much older. Her body looked tired and saggy. Lucy gently covered her with a sheet.

  She left her mother and went to her own bedroom. She closed the door and leaned back against it. More mental images filled her mind. More sounds of men’s voices from the past. It should have sickened her, but instead it sent another tremor of excitement through her.

  She remembered how Eddie’s cock felt in her hand. The sense of power she had as she stroked him. She squeezed one of her breasts really hard. Confusion clouded her mind. She loved the sense of power holding Eddie’s cock in her hand, and she loved the sense of helplessness her mother must have been when the men took her.

  Yin and Yang.

  She licked her lips as she quickly striped off her clothes. Naked, she stretched out on her bed. She thought of Jimmy getting humiliated because he licked his girlfriend’s pussy. Another tremor of excitement went through her. She wondered if Jimmy would lick her pussy. She wondered if Eddie would. All macho Eddie swearing not to do a thing like that, but he was putty when she had his cock in her hands.

  She raised her hand and looked at the bright red polish, already starting to chip.

  “The hands of power,” she giggled.

  She put the hand of power between her legs, gasped as she split apart her pussy lips with the tips of her fingers. It sent more tremors through her body. She pushed her fingers deeper inside herself. Her juice made her slick. She found her clit.

  “Oh yes,” she said. “Oh yes.”

  She rubbed her clitty in the familiar way she had discovered as she listened to her mother and her lovers in the next room.

  “Oh yes,” she moaned. “Oh yes, fuck the whore. Fuck the old whore. Give it to her good.”

  Fingers thrusting in and out of her pussy rapidly, rolling her clit, feeling her juices run down the insides of her wet thighs.

  “Fuck me,” she screamed, as the sweet spasms rocked her body.

  It left her exhausted and cleared her mind. In a few moments she was deep in sleep.

  2.

  Threatening dark clouds were on the horizon as Lucy left the Fort Bell Supermarket. She had worked an hour over and she stopped at the drugstore for her mother’s two prescriptions. A few drops of rain fell as she left the drugstore. It was only a half mile walk to her house and she thought she could make it. She walked only a few feet before the rain came.

  It came in a savage, windy squall that soaked her in seconds. She took cover under the green awning at Fort Bell hardware. Shivering, she waited for the rain to ease off, but instead it only seemed to get worse. The last thing she expected was the dark blue Cadillac pulling up to the curb. The automatic window slid down and Digger Wynn grinned at her.

  “Seems like you need a ride, pretty girl,” he said.

  She had never met Digger Wynn. She had only seen him around town. A short, stocky man in his late fifties, he was not an attractive man. He had blue eyes and grey hair cropped short military-style. He looked a little silly in his chosen outfit of jeans, cowboy boots, white turtleneck, and awful plaid jacket, but people did not laugh at Digger Wynn.

  He owned Wynn Tannery and practically the rest of the town. Inheriting most of his money, he also married into money. Everyone in town said it was an unhappy marriage. His wife was a tall, emaciated, sour-faced automobile heiress from South Carolina. His wife was involved in church and various charities, but Digger spent most of his time in bars in Aberd
een and Birmingham.

  ‘It’s a real frog strangler out there, pretty girl,” Digger said. “You’d better get in before you drown or you get that pretty dress any more wet.”

  She glanced down at herself. No wonder Digger’s eyes were so wide and glittering. Her dress hugged her body like a second skin. Her nipples betrayed her again, pressing obviously against her worn dress.

  She hesitated only another second before she opened the door and slid into the car. She hoped nobody was looking out a window anywhere in town. Just getting into the car with Digger could leave a girl with a bad reputation.

  “Why don’t you slide over here a little closer,” Digger suggested. “I don’t have cooties.”

  “I’m just fine here,” she said

  She tugged her wet dress down below her knees. Digger looked her over with a lecherous smile before he eased the Cadillac away from the curb. He drove very slowly, glancing over at her nipples every now and then and licking his lips.

  “I just live down the road,” she said.

  “I know where you live,” he said. “You’re Olivia Lloyd’s kid, aren’t you?”

  “Yes.”

  She wondered if the reason he had picked her up was because of her mother. Like mother, like daughter. Perhaps he had been one of the men who visited after the death of her father. He was the type, she thought. One of the ugly, overbearing men with their bottles of cheap whiskey and envelopes full of cash.

  Not that she couldn’t use an envelope full of cash. The unwilling thought shocked her. She was not like her mother, but the thought of cash was tempting. A new dress perhaps? Something frivolous for just herself. With no pension, a very small security check for her mother, and her under minimum wage at the supermarket, there was never enough money.

  Especially not enough money for her to attend college. It had been her dream for so long, and there had been scholarships offered when she graduated the past year. But she could not leave her mother and there were few people willing to care for her.

  She was somehow not surprised when Digger turned on her drive, but did not drive straight to her house. Instead he turned into the same lane that Eddie parked in the night before.

  “We’ll just wait until the rain eases up, sugar,” Digger said.

  The rain showed no signs of easing up Digger did not turn off the Cadillac and the windshield wipers made a swooshing sound as they worked. It was comfortably warm in the car. The seats were plush and luxurious, and she had never seen so many buttons on a dashboard. On the car radio Digger was playing a country music station from Aberdeen. She recognized the tunes.

  “You like that music?” Digger asked. “I can always find something else. Maybe some of that pop stuff you kids listen to.”

  “The music is fine,” she said.

  “Maybe I can find some Elvis. All you kids like Elvis.”

  “The music is fine,” she insisted. “My Daddy used to listen to that station.”

  Digger nodded. “I knew your Daddy. He was a fine man. He was about the only man around here who could make a living farming. I offered him a job at the tannery a couple of times. I was sorry when he died. Heart attack, wasn’t it?”

  “Yes.”

  “Must have been hard on you and your Momma,” he said innocently.

  Hard, she thought. It was practically the end of her life. Her mother was a good woman, pretty, hard-working, devoted to her father. But he had left them with bills and no money and little insurance. And then the men had started coming around. Good church men with their condolences and offers to help out. And the help had come in their little envelopes full of money.

  “Aren’t you cold over there, sugar,” Digger said. “Why don’t you slide over here closer? It’s warmer over here.”

  “What do you want from me, Mr. Wynn?” she asked tiredly.

  “You’re a pretty girl,” he said.

  She listened to the sound of the whooshing blades and the rain. She knew it would happen even before he did it. Digger Wynn took out his wallet and took out some folded bills. He put them on the seat beside him. She gasped. It was three one hundred dollar bills. More money than she had seen at one time in her life.

  “You’re a married man, Mr. Wynn. I have a boyfriend.”

  “Nobody has to know but you and me.”

  Her fingers touched the money, and she drew back like was burned.

  “Go ahead, pretty girl,” he said. “Take the money.”

  She shook her head. “I won’t let you do it. Not for just three hundred dollars. I’m a virgin, Mr. Wynn. Maybe that doesn’t mean a lot to you, but there has been something more.”

  “Girl, I can pick up whores in Birmingham for ten bucks on and street corner.”

  “Then go fuck them,” she said.

  Her language shocked him so much that he jumped in his seat. Good girls did not say fuck. Good girls were not even supposed to know the word. No matter how this day ended, she would never again think of herself a good girl. She was so close to taking his money.

  “Maybe we could make some other sort of arrangement,” he suggested.

  “Like what?”

  “What do you do for your boyfriend? Surely you must do something to make him happy?

  “You’ll give me three hundred dollars for that?”

  “Yes,” he said. “Take the money, girl, and make us both happy.”

  It was incredibly tempting. People did not have that kind of cash in Fort Bell. It was over half of what Eddie made a month at the garage and after paying for his apartment, his car note and groceries, there was little of his paycheck left.

  She heard him sigh as she picked up the money and put it into her purse.

  “Put your hands on the steering wheel,” she said.

  “What?”

  “Just do it.”

  With a puzzled expression, Digger Wynn put his hands on the top of his steering wheel. She slipped over bedside him. Her thigh touched his. Her heart was hammering as she thought how many times she had done this for Eddie for free. It was no big deal. It didn’t mean she was a whore or anything. Did it?

  She slid over to him, but she had forgotten that it was Digger and not her boyfriend. Digger was used to being in charge. Before she could stop him, his hand was off the steering wheel and around her shoulder. Savagely he crushed her against him and he kissed her hard on the mouth.

  She pushed against his chest ineffectively. He was too strong. And she discovered quickly that kissing Digger was a lot different than kissing Eddie. Digger had experience. His tongue quickly pushed into her mouth. He tasted of whiskey. Again she tried to twist her head away, but he kept her pinned.

  He held her firmly and kissed her for a long time, but it wasn’t the kind of making out she did with Eddie. His lips felt hard, demanding. His tongue completely explored the inside of her mouth, and took her breath away. She finally gave up struggling and opened her mouth willingly to his thrusting tongue. She relaxed her body against him.

  It was wrong, she knew. It was dangerous. But she liked the feel of his strong arms and his tight control.

  “Let’s see these, pretty girl,” Digger said.

  She kept saying no but he ignored her as he unbuttoned her dress and peeled it off her shoulders. She heard him gasp as her full breasts in her sturdy bra came into view. He slid his hand down her back and expertly unhooked her bra hooks.

  “No,” she said, but she didn’t struggle as he pulled her bra off her shoulders and dropped it on the floor of the car.

  “Lord, you’ve got gorgeous tits,” he said. Nothing was going as she planned when she took the three hundred dollars. Things were spiraling out of control. Just the sound of his voice gave her shivers. Her nipples were already swollen and achy, and the caress of his eyes made it worse

  She squirmed on the seat but she still couldn’t escape him. He bent his head and licked the creamy flesh of her breast. Moving his head slightly he captured her nipple into his mouth. Fire burned within her. It was
exactly how she felt when she started losing control with Eddie, but Eddie never knew. Digger seemed to instinctively realize that he was making her hot.

  “Please don’t,” she moaned. “Please.”

  “Now you just relax, pretty girl,” Digger said. “You’ll like this.”

  She did like it. Too much. His teeth nipped at her aching nipple and it sent another delicious shiver through her. She put her hand on his head as if she intended to push him away, but she had no strength. Instead her fingers stroked his head as he sucked even more her beast into her mouth.

  “Please stop,” she whispered, but he wasn’t going to stop, and she knew it.

  “Just relax, baby,” he said. “Let me lick these titties for you.”

  His mouth tugged at her nipple and then opened wider to suck more of her flesh into his mouth. He bit and sucked. He licked her flesh with his rough tongue and then he bit at her nipple again. He started biting a little harder, and trying to suck more of her flesh.

  He started moving his head from one nipple to the other. She had never experienced anything like it. There was no struggle left in her. She made soft sounds in the back of her throat and she stroked his head.

  He laughed. He had an animal laugh. It sounded possessive as if he had already taken control of her. Perhaps he had.

  “You’re not so different from your mother,” he said.

  She sobbed as she thought about what he said, but she still didn’t try to stop him as he pushed her down on her back on the seat and started tugging her dress up to her waist. His weight crushed her down on the seat and her head and shoulders wedged against the door. It was uncomfortable, painful.

  But then his hand was between her legs, and he found her panties damp from her juices.

  “Just like your Momma,” he whispered. “Mother and daughter whores.”

  Tears were streaking down her cheeks and guilt crushed her as terribly as his weight, but she could not deny she was hot. Feverish. It had gone way beyond what Eddie made her feel. Lord, she needed him.