The Family Feud III

Chapter Twenty-Six
“I don’t always name my chapters, but when I do, I name them Dos Equis”

STAR COUNT:
WENDY: 36
Get out of jail cards: 1
WHORE: 1,3,1,0,0
JAMIE: 39
Get out of jail cards: 1
WHORE: 1,3,1,0,0

They came out of the backdoor into the service drive behind the store. They were clearly not going to a private security room. This only made the girls more nervous.

“We come back here to spark one up every day around 4:20. No one will find us back here.” Reginald said confidently. They walked the girls over to a dumpster that was surrounded on three sides by concrete walls. There were broken down, flattened cardboard boxes everywhere.

Ironically, as if fate were conspiring to prove him wrong, there was a homeless man laying with his back to the wall, resting on a pallet of cardboard. He looked like a twin brother to ‘Uncle Creepy’ in the face except for the bedraggled, gray unkempt beard. He wore dirty disheveled clothes most of which probably came from an Army/Navy surplus store, and what appeared to be all his worldly possessions in an old backpack.

“Step off Weird Larry!” Reginald yelled threateningly. The old man started to leave immediately. It was obvious he loitered here regularly and was used to being chased away by the store employees.

“He can stay if he wants. He was here first.” Chris suggested diplomatically. This surprised everyone including Weird Larry. “You don’t mind watching these two women get strip searched and suck these guys dicks do you, Larry?”

“Don’t play with my head, boy. I served in ‘Nam, I am a Veteran.”

“No you aren’t.” Reginald said dismissively.

“No, I am not.” Weird Larry agreed. “But I KNEW an awful lot of veterans!” he added as if that made any difference.

Whether it was intended to be light hearted or not, his comment actually added a little levity to what felt like a very serious situation to Wendy and Jamie.

They were surrounded by the guys, standing awkwardly while they wondered what would happen next.

“You can step out of those clothes, so they can search you.” Chris hurried them along with his order. Wendy and Jamie were by now used to undressing quickly. They also weren’t wearing much to begin with. They wriggled out of their skirts revealing they had nothing on underneath. Then they popped their tops, standing completely naked in broad daylight inside the dumpster enclosure.

“Shoes too Sir?” Wendy asked holding the tiny amount of cloth that had constituted her outfit only moments earlier.

“Fellas, you want to check their shoes?” Chris asked tearing the outfit out of his mother’s hands. He grabbed Jamie’s as well and handed it to the Best Buy employees. “Have a look, I don’t think there are any pockets but you can never be too sure. Electronics are made extra small these days.”

“No, the shoes can stay on. I really didn’t think they were seriously going to get naked.” Dalton drank in the lewdness of the two lithe bodies completely devoid of body hair, and exposed in front of him.

“How else can you search them?” Chris asked seriously. “Ladies, position two.”

Wendy thought her heart was going to beat out of her chest. This situation made her feel even more vulnerable than past ones she had been in, because Bill wasn’t here. She remembered when Bill had cuffed her to a dumpster last weekend. Knowing that he was nearby had given her more confidence that things wouldn’t go so horribly wrong. She wished she had more faith in Chris. She wondered if maybe she had been just as afraid when Bill had her in the same predicament. Could it be that a week and the benefit of hindsight had made her look at it differently.

Wendy and her daughter turned to face Chris, and bent at the waist. They put their hands behind them and pulled their ass cheeks apart with their fingers while bending at the knees.

“Sick!!” Dalton laughed hysterically. Wendy wasn’t sure if that meant he thought their asses were disgusting or he was impressed. His tone suggested the latter.

“It was like they are choreographed, they moved together at the exact same time.” Dalton commented.

“Well they had a lot of practice this past week.” Chris was proud of the training he had given his mom and sister, and willing to take credit for the accidental synchronicity of his slut’s movements.

“You going to rape those girls?” Weird Larry was concerned. His voice was a mixture of hard booze, phlegm and cigarette smoke all rolled into one gravelly throat.

“Shut up, Larry. We are searching them, they are shoplifters.” Reginald warned the homeless man.

“Hah Hah Hah-Hack-Hack” Larry’s laughter dove-tailed into a coughing fit. “Any idjut knows you don’t take shoplifters out to the dumpster and strip them. Hey, I won’t say nothing, I am just asking.”

“Chris, are we supposed to put our fingers into their butt or something?” Dalton ignored Weird Larry to ask as he stared at the twin tattooed asses in front of him.

“Dammit, you weren’t supposed to tell them you knew me.” Chris chided his friend for spoiling his fun.

“You planned this, Sir?” Wendy asked looking straight up at her son, but remaining bent over and with her hands pulling her cheeks wide apart.

“No, not really. I saw Dalton was working and I asked him to set this up while you were busy taking pictures at the cameras. Why, you mad?” Chris asked his question in an amused voice.

“No, not mad sir. I am Just a little confused.” Wendy wasn’t sure what she was feeling. She did have a feeling of betrayal of her trust. She had come outside on the pretense of avoiding the authorities. She knew she would have to serve him anyway, so she wasn’t sure why he was playing mind games with them.

“Well look, you agreed to do a simple little dare for three of the letter H. Why would I give you so much for one dare? I assumed you knew there had to be more to it than that. Don’t worry though, I am going to give you each a W for sucking my friend’s dicks as well.”

Jamie and Wendy were still confused by his explanation. They couldn’t see Reginald and Dalton as they were standing behind the girls looking at their wet pussies and pink asses listening to them talk.

“I assumed Jamie would recognize Dalton. He is in your English class, but you seemed to fall for the idea he was in charge of security at Best Buy. Look at him, who would put him in charge of anything? You think a crook would be scared of Dalton?”

Jamie suddenly did remember him. “I guess with the Best Buy uniform on, I didn’t realize.” She tried to cover up the embarrassment of not recognizing a classmate. He was quite ordinary, the kind of innocuous student who just hangs out in the background never standing out from the crowd.

“I bet you never noticed me, you are always fawning over Mr. Young.” Mentioning her English Teacher made Jamie involuntarily wet at the mental image of him and the safety that would be afforded being held in his strong arms. She tried to control her thoughts but her mind simply wandered to Bradley Jenkins.

“Silly girl” she thought to herself, disgusted with where her mind was wandering. The next thought that popped into her head was the fact that only hours ago she had never sucked a cock and now only hours later she is sucking dick next to her mom by a dumpster. Jamie decided it might be best to stop thinking entirely for a bit and just listen. She was thankful to have developed the skill to act brainless as a cheerleader.

“So we were never in any danger of going to jail, Sir?” Wendy wanted clarification.

“I doubt it. From where we are standing, it doesn’t look like you stole anything.” Reginald said smoothly.

“We really do have to go, do you guys want to inspect them, or go ahead and get your dick sucked right now?”

Reginald said “Hell Yeah” and his friend Dalton seemed a little more shy about it. They both walked around to the front.

“You really don’t mind this?” Dalton confirmed with Jamie. “I know you have been acting super slutty at school lately, but I kind of feel guilty that we tricked you two into coming out here.”

“They would have sucked your dicks, even if they didn’t think their asses would be in trouble, wouldn’t you Jamie?”

“Yes Sir, for a “W”.

“I got to ask, what the fuck is a ‘W’?” Reginald asked.

“W for Winning, Duh.” Chris’s Charlie Sheen reference/explanation made Jamie spit-laugh. She had only recently been thinking about the actor’s famous catch phrase herself.

Jamie was the first to take initiative to remove all doubt that she was willing. She unzipped Dalton’s pants and reached into his underwear to pull out his cock. It was already hard. Wendy did the same for Reginald.

“Damn, you think you can train my cousin like this?” Reginald said with pleasure as he felt Wendy’s lips wrap around his black dick and begin to suck.

“Send her over to my house. If she has any talent, I guarantee it.” Chris answered with pride.

“Damn, she got a fine ass.” Reginald bent over Wendy’s back so that he could rub her ass cheeks and massage them. He was vigorously breathing in and saying, “Dayum, that’s good.”

Wendy no longer felt like a street whore who had just stripped for two teenagers, her son and a homeless man with her daughter to give a blowjob. Surprisingly, she felt wanted and needed by Reginald's encouragement. She kissed the tip of his cock and then slurped it into her mouth.

“Permission to remove my hands from my ass, so I can stroke him, Sir?” she asked her son

“You want her to use her hands?” Chris asked Reginald.

“Sure, what-ever” Reginald answered on a wave of aroused ecstasy. Wendy used her hands to steady his dick and massage his balls squeezing them just a little. They weren’t tight, which Wendy took as a sign he would cum a lot and soon. She let him sense the warmth and texture of her tongue while trying to develop some anticipation in him.

“What about you Dalton, you want my sister to use her hands?”

Dalton was quietly in his own little heaven. “What she is doing is JUST fine.” Jamie was bobbing his cock like a mama bird desperate to pull a worm from a hole, only able to pull with her beak.

“Good, Weird Larry, you enjoying the view back there?” Chris was playing ring master to the spectacle and feeling a little horny himself.

“Well, now I can only see one pussy so good.” Larry answered as if he were disappointed with his view. His voice only reinforced to both women that they had a homeless man staring at their naked asses from behind deepening their shame and humiliation.

Dalton was surprised “Is that Bubble Pop you are humming?” he asked of his cocksucker.

She only nodded, flashing her bright eyes at him.

“That song just came out!” He seemed impressed

“Will you shut the fuck up. You can talk about music later.” Reginald warned his friend. The chatter was interfering with the world-class blowjob he was getting. Wendy was swirling her tongue and out of the corner of her eye watching her daughter’s head bob up and down without mercy on Dalton’s cock.

She thought she would feel sympathy or want to lament the loss of her daughter’s innocence. Instead, she had an unexpected competitive feeling wash over her. She wanted to feel pity for Jamie, but she could only think about finishing first and giving a better blowjob than her daughter. She began to throat his dick, taking its full measure but matching her daughter’s pace.

“Like two chickens picking at corn.” Weird Larry observed with amusement. No one paid him any attention, and he quietly touched himself. 'Fap-fap-fap' as he watched the two attractive and naked strangers bob up and down on Best Buy's Geek Squad.

Dalton was the first to explode as he winced and cried out in ecstasy. He balled his fist in the air and pulled out, spurting his cum all over Jamie’s lips.

Wendy was only slightly disappointed because as if by the same cosmic force that causes their periods to be in synch, Reginald blew his load as well.

“Sweet Jesus, almighty, free at last, my people are free at last.” He didn’t pull out, he thrust deeper into Wendy’s throat causing her to gag and almost throw up. After holding her tightly, every muscle in his body clenched as he spurted down her throat as he finally released.

The two boys wasted no time zipping their pants having no desire to see each other’s cock.

“Wow, fuck! That was amazing. You think they can come back again and ‘get caught shoplifting’?” Dalton asked.

“The first one is free, the next one we can arrange, but it may cost you. Let me give you my business card.” Chris handed him a card with his cell phone and the words Pimp extraordinaire’ underneath his name.

“What are you two sluts waiting for? Kiss the cum off Jamie’s face so we can get back to where Dad is.” Chris demanded of his mom.

“May I swarrow?” she held her mouth open. She was so used to the routine of Steve requiring her to wait for permission to swallow and get a picture of it that it had become a habit - A habit that pleased Chris.

“I don’t know. Do you want to swarrow?” Chris asked mocking his mother’s inability to talk with her mouthful.

“Yeff Sir.” Tiny bubbles of cum could be seen dancing on her tongue. Reginald and Dalton now dressed and composed were willing to wait to see what happens next.

“Why?” Chris and the other guys were laughing as they watched Wendy’s face. She looked so obscene fully naked and bent at the waist with her piercings glinting in the sun and her whore tattoo. Add to that the image, what looks like someone with white, creamy peanut butter stuck to their lips, Chris couldn’t help himself. He snapped several cell phone pictures.

“I am a Cum Gobrrer, Sir.” Wendy’s tries to say ‘Gobbler’ only increased the tittering laughter.

“Is your daughter a Cum Gobrrer?” Chris snapped another photo of Jamie with clear white cum that looked like snot on her lips and nose in the same position as her mom, only her hands behind her peeling her ass cheeks apart.

“Yeff Sir, we are boaff Cum Gobrrerrrs.” Wendy wasn’t sure how long she could hold it in without it all evaporating into her saliva. Steve had once waited ten minutes and she was punished because there was none left when he finally gave her permission to swallow.

“Then don’t you think it is pretty greedy of you not to want to share it with your daughter?” Chris asked in a condescending tone while he toyed with his mother’s agony. He could sense the dagger shooting down her spine of total shame as she answered him once again in the affirmative.

“I don’t believe you. I think you are a greedy slut who wants as much cum as you can get. Pass half of it to Ass Face.”

Wendy wasn’t sure what he meant. She looked at him her, face writhing in shame, her eyes like a dam about to burst into tears.

Chris grabbed her wrist and bent it backwards, pivoting her by the arm to face her daughter while bent over. He shoved her head next to hers. “Pass half of that cum into her mouth, don’t spill a drop, or you WILL clean it off the pavement. I don’t care if this is a dumpster. Cum is too precious for you to waste. It comes from men, your betters in every way.”

Wendy had almost reached another mental breakdown. She had suffered so many extreme degradations this week and now she would have to kiss the cum of a stranger into her daughter’s mouth while they all laughed. She could feel herself getting sick as her throat muscles constricted from the workout they had just been given and the fear and shame she was feeling.

“Don’t you see, your tears give me joy.” Chris dabbed one of the tears forming in the corner of her eyes and put it to his lips “Salty.” He said with a smile.

The guys were starting to distance themselves from this spectacle now that the darker more brutal side of the discipline was revealed. Reginald and Dalton also finally noticed the crop marks on their tits and asses, now that they were no longer under the spell of their own horny desires.

Jamie opened her mouth and licked her lips, and gave her mom a reassuring wink. “Please Mom, will you share that nigger cum with me?” She said in the sweetest, most innocent voice that made you instantly think about fresh strawberries (if she hadn’t said THAT word).

“Oh what did SHE say?” Reginald was angry.

“Repeat yourself for Reginald.” Chris demanded sternly of his sister.

“I am sorry Sir if it offended you. I am being taught to speak in the most vulgar way I can, not to sugar coat anything.”

Chris spanked his sister’s ass hard with his hand, causing it to jiggle. She didn’t remove her hands as she absorbed the pain. “I didn’t ask that. I TOLD you to repeat yourself!”

“Please Mom, will you share that nigger cum with me?” Jamie said it this time more aware of how awful that had sounded.

“You racist fucking whore. I am out, man. Fuck that bitch.” Reginald was angry. The very word set him off.

“Please Sir, when my brother started making me call myself a cunt, I felt the same way, I know how you feel. It enraged me. I apologize if I offended you. I didn’t know how it would sound.”

“No you don’t fucking know how I feel. You white bread slut. You think because you let your brother call you cunt you have one idea of how I feel? Chris can I spank that fucking pink ass?”

“Be my guest.”

“Kiss your cracker ass racist daughter, while I spank her fucking ass. I bet you are racist too you fucking whore!” Reginald had dropped his smooth demeanor and shifted into the quintessential “angry black man” with the drop of a hat and all the peer pressure and media growing up to remain virtuous and pure.

Wendy no longer concerned for herself, gave her daughter a passionate kiss on the mouth and passed half of what remained of the cum, in the process getting some of Dalton’s goo on her own face. The two swallowed with their eyes shut and joined at the lips in anticipation of a spanking that never came.

“Hahahah, I am just fucking with you bitches.” Reginald laughed heartily. His laughter brought the tension down from an ‘11’ to a zero. “I didn’t give a fuck if you say nigger, I say it all the time. God damned, though. You all are really for real. White people are a fucking trip, yo.” Reginald dropped into an urban accent amused with how easily had been able to freak the girls out.

“I fucking love white guilt.”

“We are glad you are amused, Sir.” Wendy answered him, no longer kissing but with her nose touching her daughter’s nose. They were staring into each other’s eyes, trying to keep a straight face about the absurdity.

“You are one cruel motherfucker though, Chris. I mean I don’t know how you can do your mama and sister this way. Your cousin, now that I can see.” Reginald’s tone was light hearted, but he wasn’t entirely kidding either.

Chris reached under his sister’s pussy lips, flicked her exposed hood and let it jiggle. He pulled his finger away and held it out. “They are both wet.” He explained.

If Wendy’s dagger had been Chris’s earlier comments, this was Jamie’s turn to feel her shame button get pressed. The idea that she had done all of these things at her brother’s biddings had bothered her to a point. Now that the guys felt she had gotten turned on by it all, she was beside herself with embarrassment.

Her brain told her it should not concern her that they knew she was turned on after what they had just seen her do. Her heart, which was pumping as rapidly as it could, told her differently. She was still struggling with the strange sensations brought on by the clit piercing and how it affected her pleasure receptors even when things were happening that she knew were disgusting and wrong.

She had never really been orgasmic until the night before. Today, she had lost count of the number of times she had cum and all of it was when she was doing something she knew was wrong. She knew she had while she sucked off Dalton.

She had been raised to be a ‘good girl’ and to avoid nasty, disgusting things. She was raised in the era of slogans like “Stranger Danger!” and “No means no!” Abstinence first education and all the peer pressure and media growing up to remain virtuous and pure. The mixed messages provided by the sexy role models who claimed to be pure on the Disney Channel like Miley Cyrus or Brittany Spears yet danced and dressed like street whores. The contradicting messages by the advertisements that reinforce image and sexiness. It could be so confusing.

Add this background to what she was doing now and it confused her senses to accept that the more disgusting and taboo the activity the more it seemed to ring her bell. It made her feel guilty on some level, naughty on another, and confused all at the same time.

“Please don’t tell anyone at school, Sir?” Jamie begged Dalton.

“Why do you care if people know you are my slut, Ass Face?” Chris asked on his behalf while she remained bent at the waist.

“I am sorry Sir, it is my vanity. I still worry about what others think of me.” She answered her brother, her stomach feeling queasy.

“You won’t after the football game tonight. Which reminds me if, we don’t get going we are going to miss. Dad has one other stop to make and we have to drop off Mom. Get dressed, you can stand up.” Chris threw the clothes at his Sister and Mom, letting them hit the ground as he did.

“What is she going to do at the game?”

“Be there at the half-time show to find out.

“Dude, I totally hate to be in suspense. Why won’t you just tell me what is going to happen? Besides I don’t get off until after the game starts.”

“Sucks to be you, you are going to miss my little sister getting off, during the game!” Chris beamed with pride at his sister while she put on her clothes, noticing she was trembling as she did.

“How many dicks have you sucked today, Sis?” he decided to pile on to her humiliation.

“To completion, Sir?” the very fact Jamie had to ask this question caused Reginald and Dalton to laugh. Jamie was confident and even positive outwardly. Inside she was nervous and disgusted with herself.

“Okay, how many dicks have you had your mouth on today?” Chris acted impatient that she needed clarification but inside he was as amused as the other boys by her answer.

Jamie had to think for a moment while she went through the day’s event “Six, Sir.”

“Dayum, that girl gets around. Should have worn a rubber?” Reginald asked Chris.

“According to her, this is the first day she ever gave head to anybody.” Chris answered as the girls finished pulling on their outfits.

“Shit, that was the first time I ever GOT head from anybody.” Dalton admitted.

“Was she good?”

“I don’t have anyone to compare it too.” He answered truthfully.

Jamie pouted instinctively, without realizing the look on her face was disappointment.

“Oh it was good, good. Don’t get me wrong.” Dalton apologized, reaching out with his hand to wipe a little of his semen off her chin. “You got a little bit there still I think.”

“Don’t apologize to her. The fun thing about them is you don’t have to worry about hurting their feelings. He slapped his mom’s ass hard but playfully. “Or their asses. They never wear out. You can snap a pool cue across this thing and it probably wouldn’t make a dent.”

Wendy wasn’t sure what to say to that, so she just nodded and remained silent.

“If you guys give me a call, They can switch next time.”

“Same scenario where we catch them shoplifting?”

“Could be, although maybe next time I’ll start them on the Dance game. I really wanted to see them dance.” Chris lamented.

They started to walk away from the dumpster leaving behind Weird Larry who had been quietly playing with himself the last few minutes of the conversation. He was still sitting on cardboard with his back against the concrete barrier around the dumpster.

“Hey, do you want some beer jerky?”

“I don’t think we want anything you’ve been jerkying.” Reginald answered dismissively.

“No, to eat. I don’t have much but I liked the show. Can I share my beer jerky with you?” He waved something that looked like blackened dried beef.

“Go get it, and thank him for it.”

“Which one of us, Sir?” Wendy tried to clarify.

“Don’t care.” He slapped his mom on the ass and she darted out to get it.

“Thank you so much Sir.” She took it gingerly. “Are you sure you want me to have this?” She held the dried slab of meat like it might bite her.

“Yes, yes.” He put the dirty hand he gave it to her with back on his cock as he stroked himself furiously.

“Next time, you are going to take care of weird Larry too.” Chris demanded.

Wendy could smell a foul odor wafting off the disgusting man. She tried to look happy about that and returned to her son.

“I make it with Pabst Blue Ribbon and olive loaf!” He called after them as they walked out of his life as quickly as they had walked in.

“What should I do with this Sir?” Wendy asked as they walked back through the warehouse, now far more familiar with each other’s anatomies then they had been when they passed this way earlier. She quietly prayed he didn’t say “Eat it”. She wondered if sometimes her questions and clarifications only made things worse.

“I don’t give a shit, throw it down.” Chris told his mom. She let out a sigh of relief and held on to it until they past a garbage can near the employee break room.

Once again they were eye-raped by the warehouse workers who noticed that “freshly fucked” look on the girls, their hair was all out of place. They had that ‘Cat that just swallowed the canary/I have a secret face’.

“Can I ask something that has been bothering me?” Dalton asked.

“Sure, anything.” Chris answered.

“No I want to ask them.” He indicated Wendy and Jamie as they walked out of the warehouse. “Why are you doing this?”

It was the $64,000 question by Wendy’s estimation. She could answer a number of ways, depending on where she was at mentally. She had begun with the best of intentions to save the family, give the men a sense of closure and justice for what she had done. They had taken things to a whole level of depravity that she had not even dreamed she was capable of doing and now the reasons to not give up were far more murky.

-There was obviously her positive nature - the one that she had begun this quest with about saving the family and keeping Bill from divorcing her and her son from never forgiving her for enslaving them.

-She didn’t like to quit, and she liked to do her best at everything she tried. She had given her word that she would earn all one hundred stars. She was half way there, giving up now wasn't her style.

-She also knew Jamie would never quit until she got her hundred stars, and she was going to let her do this alone. The men would then give Jamie double the humiliation she was getting instead of spreading it out between them.

-She knew that her husband had a mountain of humiliating clips of her, that he promised he would send to her parents. They had them both read scripts about their willingness to be trained, and say they felt it was the females place to be inferior to men, and how they had always wanted to be kept this way. No one who watched the tapes would believe they were ‘trapped’ into this. The clips would make them look as bad, if not worse than Chris and Bill.

-The Griffins did have the mortgage and a bunch of dirt on her. This was not her most pressing reason, but it was enough to make her want to keep them happy. If only to help the rest of her family.

Then we come to some reasons she had buried and hated to admit to herself.

-She was actually learning some important lessons about herself and her ability to endure hardship. She was learning how to treat other people differently and changing her priorities to focus on things that now seemed far more important than her career and material possessions. She was learning to put other’s needs before hers.

-She was seeing a positive change in the entire family. Not just Bill and Chris growing as leaders, but Jamie was maturing in ways that Wendy still didn’t have a handle on.

-She found herself laughing, smiling, and even through her tears finding some of what was happening to her fun.

This didn’t apply to everything, and she wished there was another word that came to mind besides ‘fun’. In a twisted way, she was having an adventure and through it all, connecting with her family in ways they had never dreamed of.

The sexual aspect of it had been an unfortunate side effect, but what was done was done. She had French kissed a boy’s cum into her daughter’s mouth only moments ago. She could still taste it on her lips. Not only the cum but her daughter’s breath when she opened her mouth to accept it.

There were other reasons just under the surface and some above her subconscious on the question of why she was doing this. Those were the ones that had sprung to her mind when Dalton had asked his question.

She had at least as many reasons to run screaming and get her head examined for continuing with this. Wendy was the kind of person that preferred to dwell on the positive, and if not the positive, the things she had control to change. Right now, they had taken almost all of her control away. She could only work as hard as she could to be a good slut and earn her freedom.

In the moments it must have taken her to mentally note all of these reasons Chris answered for her.

“See this warehouse?” Chris asked rhetorically. “My wonderful sister dropped me off at Baby’s R’Us and gave me to Cathy Griffin.”

Dalton nodded. He knew of her reputation at school as a mean girl, but not of her domination of her friends.

“Not just for a few minutes like I gave them to you. She left me there ALL day.”

“So? You had to work in the warehouse? I work warehouse sometimes, it’s not so bad.” Dalton didn’t understand.

“No, you know how they answer to me? I had to answer to them.” Chris sounded embarrassed as if he were retreating back into his shy turtle shell by reliving in his mind the day with Cathy. “They put a diaper on me, made me moo like a cow, everything I made them do? That was done to me all day.”

“Damn, you sucked a black man’s dick?” Reginald laughed as they escorted the family to the front of the store while finishing the conversation.

“I would have if I had been ordered too!” Chris admitted honestly.

“Ah-hah, you are a homo.”

“I didn’t though, Dalton.” Chris sighed. “No homo.”

“So it’s like the planet of the apes?” Reginald asked.

“What?” Chris replied. He was flustered as he relived the hell that had been his day at Cathy’s hands. Jamie couldn’t help but wonder if it was really worse than her days had been or if Chris was exaggerating. She felt so guilty about it now that she could see it still caused him distress.

“You know, like you are Charlton Heston see? You leave the Earth and come back and everything is different.” Reginald tried to explain his analogy.

“Something like that. My mom used to be the boss of me, like I am of her.”

At the sliding glass door exit, they could see Bill impatiently waiting with his motor running for them to get in the truck.

Dalton asked his final question before letting the family go. “So why did you give up that control over your son, to live like this?”

“Good question, Sir.” She kissed him goodbye on the lips with her mouth closed. “Because Taylor men come first, and Taylor women come second…” she said as they raced into the back of the truck, hopping over the side and disappearing behind the pickup bed walls to get on all fours. They were both shamed and disgusted with themselves, but both had the unmistakable scent of arousal.

“Thank you for the blow jobs!!” Dalton shouted loudly, waving goodbye to the strangest family he had ever met as he watched the truck pull away.

His friend Reginald nudged him in the ribs with his elbow to remind him to keep his voice down. “Dude, white people are crazy” He shook his head as he walked back on to the showroom floor to finish his shift.