“Don’t make me say it.”
“Fuck you. If you want my dick, tell me. Here it is. See it?”
And her eyes moved down from looking directly at the camera.
“Watch me. I’m stroking it just for you. See it get bigger? It wants to fuck you, but you have to ask for it.”
Her fingers moved faster.
“Oh, god bring it to me. Put it in me and I’ll say it.”
“Say it now, or you’ll never get it and your dickhead husband will keep fucking anyone he wants and you won’t be able to stop him.”
“All right. All right. FUCK ME! Put it in me and FUCK ME!”
Jimmy got back on the bed and knelt over her. Her fingers left her pussy and reached for his dick.
“Now what do you want?”
“I want it in me.” As she moved her hips up trying to meet his dick and get it in her.
“What do you want and where do you want it?”
“Oh, God. I’ve already said it.”
“No you haven’t. Now tell me.”
“I want your dick in my pussy.” She almost yelled.
“Why?”
“So it can fuck me.”
At that point he rammed it home and she screamed.
Then they both got their wishes. They fucked hard for several minutes before slamming together and lay exhausted side by side.
“Well,” said the voice behind the camera, “that should serve him right.” And my screen went black.
Both Grace and I just sat there. Carol certainly didn’t have trouble saying fuck anymore.
“They drugged her, Sam. The sons of bitches drugged her,” said Grace so softly I could barely understand her.
“Yeah.” I stood and walked to look out the window at Contraband Bayou flowing by. I felt Grace standing beside me. “But she put herself in that situation.”
“She still didn’t deserve to be drugged.” There was a long pause. “What happens now?”
“I’m not sure, but I think we’re going to California and then to the police.”
Both of us took some additional time off from work. Three days later, I, again, rang Carol’s doorbell. It was mid-afternoon. Cheryl, once again, opened the door.
“Oh. It’s you.”
“Yes, it’s me and you and I are going to talk.”
“Fuck you. You can’t tell me what to do.”
“In the first place, clean up your mouth. In the second place, you are my daughter and a minor. I have every right to take you out of here and if you don’t sit down and talk to me, I will do exactly that. Now sit down.” She did. “Where’s your mother?”
“Out.”
“Don’t get smart with me. Now, where’s your mother?”
“Jimmy is picking her up from work.”
“When will they be back?”
“Pretty soon if they don’t stop for drinks.”
“Do they do that often?”
“Almost every night.”
“And leave you alone?”
“Yeah. No big deal.”
“Why aren’t you in school?”
“I didn’t go.”
“Why.”
“I fuck … I don’t like it.”
I paused and looked at her before I asked my next question. “How long were you in the youth facility?”
“Wha? How did you know about that?”
“Answer the question and don’t try to lie.”
“Which time?”
“The one for shoplifting.” Her eyes opened wide.
“Fuck.” She said under her breath.
“I told you to clean up your mouth.”
“I was there for two months.”
“What did you steal?”
“Booze.”
“Booze? Why?”
“Jimmy was out and we didn’t have any money.”
“What did your mother say?”
“She was pissed.”
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