*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, utilizing Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.
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If you ate an apple shipped from Washington State, or an orange shipped from Florida or California, or a chuck roast delivered from Kansas City, Missouri, chances are, at some point, that apple, orange, peach, strawberry, meat or poultry was touched by an employee of Jeffries-Hull Incorporated. At the time of his death, Curtis S. Jeffries and his partner were negotiating with twelve governments in Latin and South America to secure shipping contracts with these countries.
The only thing Curtis Seymour Jeffries loved almost as much as he loved himself was young red headed pussy. He usually hired them to be his secretaries, wined and dined them, and gave them expensive trinkets. Then, he fucked them. How long he would continue to fuck the girls depended on how nasty they were willing to be. When he tired of them, the bewildered young lady was given a couple thousand bucks and a slap on the ass and Curtis was interviewing for their replacement. He operated on the Four Fs. Find them, fuck them, fire them, and forget them.
Franklin R. Hull, Curtis's partner, and the real brains behind the day to day operations had a similar bent. He too liked young red heads. But he also liked young blondes and brunettes. He liked young African-Americans and Asians and Latinas. Sally Hull, Franklin's wife and mother of his three sons and one daughter was perfectly happy to look the other way, so long as Franklin continued to pay for her to fuck the gardener, the pool boy, the country club's golf pro and the female tennis pro.
Bernice Victoria Sullivan Jeffries was mother to Curtis's one legitimate son, David Sullivan Jeffries. Curtis tried to be a loving father; the blonde haired, large breasted Bernice spent much of her time in a Valium and Vodka haze. But David wasn't interested in football or baseball, hunting or fishing. David wanted to spend his time sketching in his tablet, painting watercolors, or listening to symphonies and dancing about with the music.
"God damn it, Bernice, maybe if you sobered up long enough, you'd see that your son is a bona fide sissy," Curtis snarled hatefully at his wife after yet another failed afternoon, trying to teach David how to ride an off-road motorcycle, a dirt bike.
"And maybe if you'd pull your dick out of your secretary you'd be a father to our son," Bernice spat hatefully at her husband.
"And maybe if you weren't always in such a stupor, I wouldn't have to fuck my secretary," Curtis accused.
"Being in a stupor is about the only way I can stand to fuck you and that tiny little dick of yours," Bernice retorted.
At the reading of Curtis's will, Bernice did sober up long enough to hear that she would inherit twenty million dollars and thirty percent of Curtis's shares in Jeffries-Hull Incorporated. The announcement that David Sullivan Jeffries was to receive three point six million dollars, plus ten percent of the remaining shares of Curtis's stock did puzzle Bernice, but not enough for her to pay any attention to the rest of the will. She asked for and was given a glass of iced water. Bernice washed down two valium tablets and slipped into happy oblivion for the remainder of the reading.
Curtis had kept tabs on the four former secretaries he had impregnated. Lisa June McNaughton had borne a daughter, Judith Katherine McNaughton. Curtis bequeathed three point six million dollars, along with fifteen percent of his stock in Jeffries-Hull Incorporated to Lisa June McNaughton. There were two more daughters and one son; to each mother, Curtis bequeathed three point six million dollars and fifteen percent of his stock in Jeffries-Hull Incorporated.
(Curtis Jeffries did not like his son. He did love David, but did not like David. Had David been more of a boy instead of a simpering whining little sissy, in Curtis's opinion, Curtis would have left the boy a larger share of his stock in Jeffries-Hull Inc.)
Franklin R. Hull helped David walk-carry Bernice to the waiting limousine. Once inside of the Jeffries home, Franklin walked-carried Bernice to the nearest couch, and sent David to his room. Franklin then helped the incoherent woman out of her panties, and fucked the still quite attractive blonde until he climaxed. Then he rolled Bernice onto her belly so that she wouldn't choke on her own vomit should she happen to regurgitate the finger sandwiches the law office had served them at the reading of the will.
In Scribeltz, Arkansas, Lisa June was unaware of her recent windfall. The attractive red head was glumly sitting outside, back against the tall fence that surrounded the exercise area of Paddington women's medium security penitentiary, smoking a cigarette. She had five months and nineteen days left to serve, but that meant nothing to Lisa June.
While her mother showed a prison guard her 'Property of the Kingsmen' tattoo and explained he needed to get permission from Peaches if he wanted to fuck her, Judy McNaughton sullenly pushed the unappetizing school lunch around on her tray. She did not know how much money the inhabitants of Clarkston County paid for the school lunches at Hattie Carroway High School, but she was willing to bet that less than ten percent of that money actually went to the meal.
"Bet you make them mother fuckers eat this shit, they'd start putting the money where it's supposed go," Judy muttered and choked down another mouthful of the food.
"You throwing away all that food?" Ms. Steinman, the teacher unfortunate to draw cafeteria duty snapped as Judy prepared to dump the remainder of her lunch into the garbage bin.
"Know what? I don't see you eating none this shit," Judy snapped at the unpleasant woman. "You want it? Huh? You want eat this shit? No? Didn't think so. So shut your yap."
"Why you got be like your mother, huh?" Grandma McNaughton snarled hatefully when she picked Judy up after Judy served her third detention that month. "And that Ms. Steinman says you get another detention, you getting suspended. That what you want? You want get suspended? Huh?"
Judy said nothing. She knew, nothing she said would be heard; Grandma McNaughton only heard what she wanted to hear.
Judy also knew, with her flaming red hair, big blue eyes, pale skin and rapidly developing body, she was a daily reminder of her mother. Judy was a daily reminder to Grandma that the woman had failed as a mother.
"Swear to God; ought to just drop you off at Paddington; you and your momma can just stay there together. 'Cause, that's where you heading, hear?" the woman continued her tirade.
"Swear to...did you just swear to God?" Judy gasped in mock-horror. "You did! You just swore to God! How dare you use the name of God like that?"
"Don't you sass me; weren't for me? You'd be living on the street," Grandma shrilled.
"Couldn't be no worse," Judy asserted.
"Oh you think so? You think so?" Grandma screamed.
Once home, Judy was sent to her room. Truthfully, Judy was grateful for this; if she tried to go to her room, Grandma would demand to know what Judy was doing, why she was hiding in her room, was she doing drugs like her mother, why was she sneaking around. If Judy stayed out of her room, Grandma would find any number of chores for her to do.
At supper, Judy noticed a rather thick envelope among the other mail. Idly, she glanced at the envelope and saw a law office's letterhead in the upper left corner. The letter was addressed to Lisa June McNaughton.
"Yeah, probably more legal problems," Grandma accused. And they think I'm paying yet another bill? They can just think again. They ain't getting another penny out of me."
"I'll take it to her Saturday," Judy said.
"Visit...that's this Saturday?" Grandma said, glancing at the Holy Scripture calendar on the kitchen wall. "Huh, sure is."
As Judy was dutifully washing the plates and glasses from dinner and reminding Grandma that this was the twentieth century, dishwashers had been around for fifty years, Lisa June was sitting in the cafeteria, watching 'The Poseidon Adventure' with the other inmates. The movie was nearing the scene with the tidal wave and Lisa June was watching intently.
