Ears, blind as a bat was in his mid-twenties, and though Smith, stone deaf, was pushing into his fifties should have looked old enough to be his father, the difference in their ages wasn’t apparent primarily because Smith was remarkably lean and agile for his age.
Smith did not believe in trying to look young. He had this tendency of not putting on weight despite of a healthy appetite, and save for a streak of gray that tinged his rather long hair falling over his collar at the back and his forehead at the front, covering up almost all of his ears (he did not have any use of them), he looked like he was Ears’ elder brother even if the difference in their ages should have had marked him as being a father instead.
They had first come across each other at a crowded bar room in the outskirts of the nasty town during a night when the truckers and the elite were crowding and the whores were at a premium.
Ears had just heard that there was a lone whore available for the night: the rest already booked and Smith had seen the whore from across the table where he was seated, sipping his whiskey.
Inevitably, it led to a showdown between the two. An elite would have made a bid and a compatriot in his class would have bid higher to get the whore.
Smith and Ears were not elite. And not being elite gave them the opportunity of having a free-for-all right in the middle of the bar room.
Deaf Smith: a man who couldn’t hear a pin drop millimeters from his ears.
Johnny Ears: a man who couldn’t see a pin at the same distance.
All those who witnessed the fight agreed on one thing. It was a remarkable fight between a cunning blind boy and a cunning deaf man.
At the end of it all, neither man lost and neither man won. Instead, the two became a legend by themselves when they shook hands, a couple of yards away from the frightened whore who had watched the fight.
Deaf Smith and Johnny Ears.
Smith became Ears’ eyes and Ears became Smith’s ears. And together, the duo soon became the talk of the town. Their friendship saw them moving into an apartment after abandoning their previous ones.
And as they had done that night by sharing the wide-eyed busty little whore who had been engrossed with the fight, they continued to share everything in their lives.
******
Silent Sara was eighteen when she decided to run away from what her parents preferred to call a house. Sara figured that if some walls and a roof at the top constituted a house, she was sick of them.
Too, she was sick of the constant bickering between her parents. Her dad was a foreman at the steel factory in the town and her mom was a receptionist at the only decent hotel that the town boasted of.
Silent Sara was dumb.
Sara, who people said had the looks of Audrey Hepburn and the body of Marilyn Monroe. Dumb Sara who couldn’t speak a word beyond hmmm and aahhhh and ooohh and such. Sara, who used these very words, to lose her virginity to the new English teacher who was old enough to be her father.
Her parents pleaded with her and even threatened her with dire consequences if she did not return home, as they had done to her elder brother who had ran away a couple of years earlier. But, she was a clear-headed girl and adamant. She seduced a young cop who had enough authority to put the fear of God in her parents and that was that. Her parents never interfered with her life again.
By a strange quirk of fate, it was this very young cop who was responsible for the meeting between Sara and the duo of Deaf Smith and Johnny Ears.
The cop visited her small shack where she was putting up, to demand another favor by demanding one of her special blowjobs and when she refused, insisting that the matter was over and done with, the cop got tough.
Unfortunately for the cop, Smith and Ears were strolling down the alleyway where Sara’s shack was situated.
Sara was dumb, but she could scream.
She screamed so loudly that Ears, who was drinking whiskey straight from the bottle and a few hundred yards away with his pal, heard it like she was screaming right into his ears.
Smith, apart from the sign language that people of his ilk use, could make out sentences by reading lips. In fact, he was so good at it, that Ears had jokingly told him that he would be an asset to the secret service.
Deaf Smith and Johnny Ears almost ripped the young cop apart.
When the cop staggered out of the shack, he had one hand trying to keep his bleeding nose in place and the other holding on to a few of his teeth.
Sara had been dressed up in a one-piece flowered skirt with a pink petticoat inside. She was clutching the remains of her dress when she had watched the deadly duo demolish the cop.
And she was impressed.
She had heard of them. Who hadn’t? But this was the first time that she had seen them in action. Frantically gesturing them to be seated on the old couch she had bought from the flea market, she had stumbled to the small bedroom to get rid of the dress that was torn up.
“Nice girl?” Ears had asked his pal after getting the co-ordinates of the ramshackle apartment from Smith.
Every time that they stumbled into a new place, Smith would describe the surroundings. It was very much like Al Pacino getting his coordinates from Charles in ‘The Scent of A Woman’ before doing that memorable tango.
“Yeah,” Smith grunted. “Don’t use that sign language ‘cos I’m looking at your lips, buddy.”
“Okay, okay. Is she really good? I could smell her all right. Seems like a real sexy little girl.”
“Yeah. Nice. Real nice.”
“Give me her co-ordinates, will ya?”
“Around twenty. Five feet four and a hundred and twenty or thirty pounds. Light brown hair right down to her round and cute ass. Cleo’s nose, nice chin, brownish eyes shaped like almonds.”
“Forget the face, pal. Give me the base.”
“Square shoulders, wide ass, nice long and shapely legs and from what I could see, a hell of a rack.”
“Gee!”
“About size thirty eight, I’d guess and you know I don’t make mistakes when it comes to the tit department.”
Ears gave a short, low laugh. “You don’t have to tell me. I could smell her tits from here. So, what do you think?”
“You don’t even have to try. She’s putty. I figure about fifteen or twenty minutes before we are fucking her.”
“Great,” Ears said enthusiastically. “I am horny and would do with a fuck right now.”
“You just stay calm, okay, and let me do the talking.”
“Sure thing, pal. Just make sure that we are into the action real quick. I need to get off the juice in my balls soon, or I’d be right pissing it into my pants.”
Sara entered the room, now dressed in a blood-red knee-length skirt. Either she did not have another bra, or she intended to wear none, because Smith could see her ample tits straining against the low-necked blouse.
