Chapter 1
Mary looked at the photograph on her desk. It was a digital photograph; Tiffany had taken it at their Halloween party.
Mary, in man's suit, long brown hair stuffed into a fedora, plastic machine gun tucked under one arm, stood next to Thomas, dressed in his police uniform. On the other side of Thomas, dressed in man's suit, blonde hair stuffed into a fedora, plastic machine gun tucked under her arm, stood Britney.
Thomas smiled for the camera; Mary and Britney, in their roles of dangerous gangsters, 'Baby Face' Farmer and 'Machine Gun' Wertmuller, did not smile.
She smiled now, though, as she looked at the photograph.
They had both been Thomas's dates that evening. She had danced with Thomas, and with Britney. After the party, she had half hoped and half feared that Thomas would take her virginity, make her a woman. She had been so turned on, so ready for him to plunge his manhood deep into her pussy, batter through her hymen, hurt her.
He didn't, of course. He did plunge his condom covered manhood deep into her bowels, causing the most delicious of pain.
That was another thing; if ever he did take her virginity, she would insist that he not wear a condom. She wanted to feel him plant his seed in her womb. She would bear him a son, many sons.
She almost swooned as she thought of it; being pregnant with his child.
And the shame if they were not married. She would be held up to ridicule, to shame.
Hurriedly, she knelt by the side of her bed, to pray to God for forgiveness for her sinful, lustful thoughts.
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Allison shook her head in amusement as she looked at the wallpaper on Britney's computer. Britney giggled, as she looked at the Halloween picture her and her girlfriend and Thomas.
"A mighty cute gangster," Allison said as she left the room.
"Uh huh," Britney smiled as Allison closed the door.
She clicked on the word document icon and began doing her homework.
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"Hey, looking for a good time?" Precious smiled, unmindful of her missing front teeth.
James Kowalski sighed and looked over at the prostitute.
He'd met with Theresa tonight, met at Delphy's Diner for dinner. He had realized, it had been a long time since he'd taken her out to eat. She was a good looking woman and had looked as if she'd lost a few pounds. They'd been polite, almost friendly. But at the end of the meal, she got up and left and he was left with both blue balls and the bill.
"Precious, you just got out yesterday," James, sighed. "You already looking to go back in?"
"Aw, fuck, you a cop?" Precious yelled.
"Yeah, I'm a cop," James smiled as Precious stomped her foot in resigned anger. "But it's your lucky night."
"How's that?" Precious asked, suspiciously.
She'd had other cops pull that trick on her before, claiming they wouldn't bring her in if that could get a little head, or a little of her pussy, then they'd still bust her anyway.
"I'm tired, I'm horny, and I just got paid a couple of days ago," James said and opened the motel's door. "So how much for some head?"
"You going to pay for it?" Precious asked, still suspicious.
"Look, I understand, you just trying to make a couple of bucks," James said. "I aunt out to jack you."
"Um, since you a cop, twenty five?" Precious offered.
"Sounds good," James agreed and ushered the prostitute into his room.
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"December?" Jim asked, a little surprised.
"Well, yeah," Melissa said. "I'll be out of school, you said the construction business is a little slow around Christmas, that way we can go on a Honeymoon."
"But, but, I don't even have my own place yet!" Jim said.
Being engaged was one thing. They could plan for a wedding that might or might not really happen. As long as it was something in the unforeseen future, he didn't have time to get nervous, didn't really even have to think about it.
"Yeah, I was thinking the Saturday before Christmas; Christmas is always such a beautiful time of year, don't you think?" Melissa was prattling.
So he might have to actually grow up. He might have to go and find an apartment.
They'd done some remodeling a few months ago for Dee Jones; her last tenant had punched holes in all the walls and bashed in all the doors, a little 'going away' present, It was a two building complex; a fourplex in front and a fourplex in back, with a nice little swimming pool that Blanchard had installed for her. The rent, she'd said, was eight hundred a month. That was pretty reasonable; they were two bedroom apartments.
He would call her tomorrow; see if the downstairs apartment was still available. If not, she'd said she also owned a couple of duplexes in Baylor Lake. Baylor lake wasn't all that far from DeGarde.
"So, what you think?" Melissa asked, breaking into his train of thought.
"I think I better be honest and tell you, I wasn't listening; I was thinking about an apartment," Jim said.
"Men!" Melissa huffed and slapped his arm. "Y'all are all alike!"
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Tiffany sighed to herself. Barry Duson was a really sweet boy, but trying to have a conversation with him was infuriating. He stuttered horribly, and usually was talking about stuff she just wasn't interested in.
Of course, he'd have to talk about her if he was to talk about something that she was interested in.
"S-s-s-so you you wa-wa-wa-want to gu-gu-go tu-tu-tu to the mah-mah-mah-movies Sa-sa-sa-sasaturdah-dah-dah-day?" Barry asked her.
"Yeah, I'd like to see that one with, oh, damn it, who's that guy? That Matthew, man, what is his last name?" Tiffany agreed. "Oh, I'll let you know which one at school tomorrow, okay?"
After a few more minutes, she was finally able to end the conversation and end the call.
Why was she seeing him?" she wondered to herself. He wasn't the cutest guy in school; he wasn't even popular. A lot of the kids made fun of him because he stuttered, and she was slightly afraid that others would start making fun of her for dating him.
Britney had invited Barry to their Halloween party just because she felt sorry for him. Tiffany found out that Barry could dance, though. They danced nearly every dance together, when they weren't stuffing their faces wit the food Mom kept bringing out.
When he looked into her eyes, she could see the absolute devotion.
"That's why I'm dating him," she decided.
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"Yeah, I even swallow," Precious laughed as James grunted and wheezed after spewing a fair amount of semen into her mouth.
"Uh huh," James agreed and got out his wallet, then remembered he'd already paid her.
"You wants more?" Precious asked, hopeful.
"Got any condoms?" James asked and fished out another twenty-dollar bill and a five-dollar bill.
"Yeah, you want to fuck?" Precious asked, digging in her purse for a condom.
"Yeah, I want to fuck you up the ass," James said.
"Up the ass, huh?" Precious asked, pulling a condom out. "That ain't no twenty five, that fifty, you want up the ass."
"Twenty five," James said in a harsh, cold tone of voice.
Precious looked at him, then gave a quick sidelong glance at the door. He'd get to her long before she got to the door, then she was fair game for whatever he wanted to do.
"Okay, but just this one time, hears?" She said. "After this, anytime you want it up the ass, it fifty."
"Twenty five," James said, gripping his cock in one hand and rolling the condom on with the other.
