I walked up onto Thelma's porch and dropped the brown-wrapped parcel into her lap.
"Oh, I see that you got my sausages. Did you tell Hans that they were for me and that he should put them on my bill?"
"Yes!"
Thelma looked up at me with a quizzical look upon her face.
"Did something go wrong?"
"NO!"
"Well, then. Don't you think you should tell me what has made you so angry?"
I stood there for some time while my anger gradually cooled. Thelma had always been honest with me so I felt that I owed her an answer.
"I found out something today about Leverton and the people who live here that I don't really like."
"Oh? And what was that?"
I stammered and finally stopped trying to answer her all together. I was having a very difficult time in getting my thoughts together. Thelma must have realized something of my distress for she said,
'Take your time and just tell me all that happened. I am assuming that you got to the Butcher Shop okay?" I nodded. "Then, am I to also assume that something happened IN the Butcher Shop?"
"Yeah!"
"Well, why don't you try starting from when you entered the shop and tell me, step-by-step, all that happened. Would it be easier if you sat down?"
I didn't really answer her. Instead, I just plopped down in the second chair. I took a deep breath and started in on my story.
"I couldn't see anybody in the shop when I first got there, but I could hear someone breathing awfully heavy. I looked around and finally I spotted a head over behind the meat counter. So, I walked around the end of the counter and I nearly dropped to the floor when I saw what was going on. There was a blonde woman sitting on a little stool with each of her legs propped up on two other stools. Thelma, as I watched, that woman was stuffing sausage links into her pussy one by one and then laying them on a meat platter! I could only stare at her while she continued stuffing sausage links into her open pussy. Believe me I have never seen anything so gross as this. Finally, she paused, looked up at me and spoke."
"Oh, Hello. You are the new nurse aren't you?"
Al I could do was to nod my head.
"Don't be bashful. I'm Hilda. I'm planning a little party for tonight and I just noticed that my store of sausages was low so I came by to get some more. Hans is out of the store at the moment, but perhaps I can help you. What is it that you want?"
By this time, I had found my voice so I was able to answer her.
"Thelma sent me to get some sausages for tonight."
"Okay, I can handle that for you. Just reach in here and get the tray that has Thelma's name on it."
As she was saying this, she slid open the back of the display counter. I gasped for there were almost twenty meat trays each with some woman's name on it. These trays were sitting inside the display case and most, if not, all of them contained sausages! I looked around for a minute or so as I sought to identify Thelma's particular tray. When I found it, there was another shock in store for me for, sitting next to Thelma's tray, was another and it had my name upon it! I just stood there and stared at this empty tray as though I were mesmerized. The woman's voice broke my trance.
"Go ahead. Have you found Thelma's tray?" I nodded. "Well take whatever it was that she wanted you to get. Most of us use these trays to store our sausage cache so I would imagine that is what she has on her tray."
"After having watched Hilda using her pussy as a means of seasoning her sausages, I was reluctant to pick up any of your sausages. You don't do that do you?"
'Sure. We all add our own personal seasoning to the meat we buy. As soon as you get a place of your own and begin doing your own cooking, you will do the same. I know that this must have come as a surprise, but I can't believe that this bit of lustful activity would set you off all that much. There must have been something more?" I nodded.
"I had picked out the sausages you wanted and was in the act of wrapping them when Hilda spoke to me again."
"Maggie, she said, I know something of your history so I probably know the answer to my question, but I'll ask it anyway. Have you ever tasted female?"
"I wasn't certain just what she meant by that and she continued before I could ask her to explain." (Thelma was about to burst with laughter at this point in my story.)
"Have you ever sucked cunt?"