*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.
Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned.
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"Knock them dead, killer," Earline Thomas smiled at her baby brother. "Just try not to break too many hearts on your first day, huh?"
"Uh huh, whatever," Randy Thomas smiled nervously and left the single wide trailer.
Randy got into the 2005 VW Beetle and drove to Baylor Lake High School. He was thankful for the GPS system that navigated him through the confusing streets of Baylor Lake, Louisiana.
He was grateful for his sister giving him a place to live. Earline had fled their home, a rusted shell of a single wide trailer in Sweet Oak, Texas the moment she held a high school diploma in hand. She escaped the constant slaps and punches and verbal abuse their father, Elton Thomas meted out. And when Earline developed breasts, the constant leers and accusations and gropes of their father.
Just before he was to enter his senior year at Lloyd M. Bentsen High School in Sweet Oak, Randy stepped in front of the savage beating their mother Millie Thomas was receiving at the hands of Elton. He came to in Lowridge Charity Hospital to find out he was now an orphan.
After Elton had beaten his only son unconscious, Elton turned to see Millie brandishing his prized shotgun. The twelve gauge ripped a crater into Elton's chest. Then, after calling 911 to request an ambulance for their son, Millie put the muzzle underneath her chin.
Bernice 'Tooter' Thomas was pregnant with her fourth child, so had very little room for her baby brother. Her current boyfriend, Laydon Washington did not like Randy, either, so Randy was not invited to live with them.
Myrna 'Button' Schyzanich had plenty of room on her five thousand acre horse ranch just west of Oakleaf, Texas. But she did not invite her brother to stay with her. On more than one occasion, Chad Schyzanich, Button's husband had commented on how cute he thought Randy was. It was bad enough Button was having to look the other way while Chad slept with the Latino hands they hired to work their ranch. Button didn't think she could look the other way while her husband fucked her brother.
Patty Thomas and her partner Deedee Campion lived in a one bedroom apartment. There was no room for Randy, and Deedee had an inherent distrust of all men.
Before Randy was even discharged from the hospital, though, Patty and Tooter had helped themselves to whatever valuables, whatever keepsakes they could pilfer from the trailer. Laydon had even helped himself to Randy's bright red windbreaker jacket.
Earline got into her Lexus and drove from Baylor Lake, Louisiana, to Texas for the first time in eleven years. She picked Randy up from the hospital, and helped him pack whatever was left behind in the trailer. There wasn't much after Patty and Tooter and Laydon had helped themselves. Then she drove them back to Baylor Lake and enrolled Randy in the local high school.
The whole drive home, Earline cheerfully chattered on and on about how much Randy would like his new school, how much she was looking forward to having him in her home, how this was the start of a whole new, wonderful life for him.
"I just can't believe Tooter and button and, oh well, their loss, my gain, huh?" Earline said.
And that was the last thing she ever said about their sisters. She drove the rest of the way talking about what lay ahead, not what was in their rearview mirror.
Randy Thomas's eighteenth birthday was celebrated in the trailer with five of Earline's coworkers coming over for cake and ice cream. Before the party, Earline pulled Randy aside.
"I uh, I work at this place?" she said, a little color coming to her pretty face. "It's uh, it's a bar; Dead End."
"Oh. Okay," Randy shrugged.
"They uh, they know me as Tommie, okay?" Earline said.
"Tommie Thomas, huh?" Randy smiled. "Cute."
"Yeah, well," Earline smiled self-consciously. "Ain't a whole lot of guys going drop dollar bills into a jar for an 'Earline,' huh?"
"Oh. I uh, so you..." Randy said, realization sinking in.
"I dance," Earline said.
The dancers were all young, pretty, cheerful. They brought beers, they brought some weed, and they even brought presents for the 'baby brother' they'd never met before.
"Ooh, Tommie! He's cute!" Dallas, a long legged blonde shrilled when she entered the trailer.
"Uh. Huh," Shelly Rodriguez enthused in a husky voice.
They both shrieked with laughter when the young man blushed hotly. The adorable blush earned him a sloppy kiss from each of the women.
Feeling no pain from several beers and a few joints, Randy didn't object when Simone Richards pulled him down the hall to his bedroom. She closed the door, turned and smiled.
"Now I'm give you your real present, hear?" she asked and kissed him softly.
Up to that moment, all the kisses had been sloppy, playful kisses. The twenty four year old woman gave the young man a soft, gentle kiss.
"Relax; you use them hands," she coached.
Simone didn't just have sex with the nearly mute young man. She showed him how to make love to a woman. Four hours later, she smiled, dressed and placed a kiss on his forehead.
"You do that? Aw cher! They going love you forever yeah," she said. "Remember? Man don't take nothing make him happy. A woman? It take a lot but you do that? You do what you can make her happy? She going come back and keep coming back."
With another kiss, she left the room. Randy could hear Simone and Earline talking but couldn't hear the words. He drifted off to sleep, happy and exhausted.
Now, pulling up to his new high school, Randy parked in the area designated for students. He made sure he had everything, then finally got out of the car. He looked at the class schedule and entered the building, looking for Room 221.
The morning passed in a blur. Finally it was lunch time. Randy grabbed his brown bag from his locker and managed to find the cafeteria.
He'd asked a fellow student for directions. The kid had smirked and said for Randy to follow his nose.
"Think you 'bout throw up? You close yeah," the kid said.
"Bear, huh?" his female companion said. "Down this hall, take a left, dude."
Randy found the cafeteria, bought a carton of milk and looked around for a seat. He recognized some attractive girls from his homeroom and sat at their table.
A few of the girls nodded politely. He returned their nods. One girl, a cute red head with ice blue eyes and cupid bow lips did not nod.
"Uh, help you?" the red head snapped.
"Hmm? No, been eating a while now. Don't think I need help there," Randy drawled. "Oh! Must be talking about sitting. Nope. Been doing that a while too."
"No. I mean, what are you doing at our table?" Robin Smith snapped.
"Aw, hey, come on Robin, huh?" one girl said.
"Yeah, Jesus, huh? Guy's new," another girl said.
"Oh, that!" Randy smiled at Robin's annoyed glare. "Oh, well, see, I've got something you don't. I was going see if you wanted borrow it for about thirty minutes or so. Course, got to give it back; I'm still using it."
Robin sat and thought about his statement. Her pretty lips moved as she repeated his statement. Next to her, Cheryl Savoie giggled. Across from her, Theresa Melancon gasped and blushed hotly.
Then Robin's ice blue eyes opened wide and her mouth popped open. She goggled at the bland expression of the newcomer. She goggled at his brazen proposal.
Then Robin tightened her lips in a smirk. She fixed Randy with a withering glare.
"Yeah right. Like you could even make it five minutes," she sneered.
"Doing anything Friday? Give you a chance call me a liar," Randy smiled.
