Chapter Fifty-Four

If you put vodka in a Shirley Temple, that is called a Lindsay Lohan

“It is a law of nature that women should be held under the dominance of man.” ~ Confucius (ca. 500 BC)

I did not witness the others getting their plugs inserted; but I was certain it was equally as humiliating, if not more so than mine had been. I was led into Crystal’s bedroom where Ryan was told to pick out some suitable clothing for our “date” – which was a farce to even Ryan.

I heard some laughter while inside the bedroom – so I assume that either Lloyd or my Aunt was the source of amusement because Savannah and Billy followed us as well.

I found it difficult to walk with my legs closed because the butt-plug forced my cheeks apart slightly. I might eventually get used to it – but for now it was awkward and humiliating and I walked like I had a “corn cob up my ass” – at least according to Ted.

Ryan was clearly taking pity on me and looking for something not super trashy to have me wear as he rifled through the clothes in my Aunt’s closet.

“It’s okay, Sir” I smiled at him. My ass was still sore and I was standing there casually rubbing baby lotion into my cheeks as he picked my clothes. “There isn’t going to be anything here that isn’t a little slutty – I do appreciate the sentiment though.”

I was pleased to get ANY clothes – and I had resigned myself to the fact that there wouldn’t be much mercy when it came to enjoying that privilege. “Do you want a bra and panties at least?” he held up a lacy black bra and some red panties.

I approached him with the sultry walk that I had learned watching my cousin over the last week – shoulders back, tits out, eyes staring right into his and almost daring him to look down at my chest.

I reached for the panties and pulled them apart with a smile to show him, “Crotchless, sir.”

“Well, put them on anyway,” he shrugged, he had tried. Crystal had bought these clothes before this scam ever began and they were not my size at all. The bra was designed for a chest three times my size – it only fit because it was a peek-a-boo bra with no cups.

I put on the lacy black bra and strapped it behind my back – explaining with another smile that I was told there was an order to undressing and dressing, and bottoms go on last. He seemed to commiserate the discipline I was undergoing with me like a good friend. I was grateful for that, but still felt he had some feelings for me that I did not share.

I think I was just using the excuse he could blackmail me if we ever broke up to mask the fact that when I looked at Ryan – I was simply not interested in him as a boyfriend. He was handsome and about average build for a boy his age. He was smart and polite; and in truth, he looked like almost every other preppy teenage boy at my old high school and that seemed rather ordinary to me now.

I had never thought about dating much before we left Cherry Lawn – boys just weren’t on my mind much. I can say that had easily changed. I asked him to snap the back for me and turned around so he could do it.

Savannah was blow-drying her hair and chatting with Billy near the mirror in my Aunt’s bathroom and Crystal was still in the living room – presumably entertaining Ted and Odd-Jobs.

The red panties I was given were split down the center to expose my crotch and the back had six red cage-straps in the back that exposed my entire ass. Ryan chose a zebra print half-top for me and a denim mini-skirt with two inch black heels. I thanked him and looked over at Savannah who was still naked and happily applying make-up while chatting away with Billy.

My brother marched into the room and announced that we had two minutes to be out in the living room for inspection, or Ted would cancel the dates and we’d go as we were. Conner put on a very stern face to deliver this ultimatum but I couldn’t help but be amused at how serious he was as he looked at us, like a warden telling the convicts their yard-time was cut short.

“I am ready, Sir,” I chuckled and led Ryan into the living room by taking his hand. I felt pretty good about what I had on and what was supposed to happen.

Savannah on the other hand was moving in rapid-motion applying eye-liner while trying to hurry and throw on clothes with Billy’s help. She could hurry when she wanted to get ready – and she was.

I expected to see my Aunt out in the living room doing something humiliating, so I should probably not have been shocked with what I saw – but I was. I gasped as I looked at her.

She had a ring gag holding her mouth open and her tongue was pulled through. There was a clothespin on the tongue to remind her not to put it back in her mouth and spit was dripping down her chin on to her chest. She had the words “Dumb Slut” written in magic marker across her chest. She also had one clothespin on each nipple dangling and jiggling as she crawled around and played like a puppy –obscenely forcing her already massive nipples to jut out even further.

She was also on all fours with her hands in gloves and heels – otherwise completely naked with just a long, slender, plastic ‘tail’ they had made with duct tape about a foot and a half long wagging between her butt cheeks – I could only imagine how far it had been crammed up her ass.

Crystal was cavorting around like a playful dog –barking and ruff-housing with Daisy’s kids while they teased her and threw a ball for her to chase around the room. She didn’t seem the least bit tired and committed herself to playing the energetic pup for their amusement.

“I thought Aunt Crystal was coming with us, Sir?” I asked Odd-Jobs.

Ted answered, while petting my Aunt’s head and calling her a good doggy, “This was Gene’s idea – she is going to get dressed when we get to dinner. She can ride in the back of the truck like this – who is a good doggy? Are you a good doggy?” he asked her just like someone would talk to a dog.

“Rarrrwrrff,” my Aunt barked as best she could through the gag and wagged her tail by wiggling her butt – a sight that ceaselessly amused Gene and his brother and sister.

“You twats would ride with her – but you get to ride in Billy’s truck – I hope you appreciate that,” Ted paid very little attention to me as he continued to train his wife as a pup for the amusement of the others.

I shivered thinking about the time I had spent as a puppy for Savannah earlier in the week – and my tail wasn’t nearly as wide or as thick as hers.

“You have a bra on?” Odd-Jobs reached up to feel my breasts through my top and squeeze them as if a bra was heresy.

“It’s cup-less Sir,” I explained without resisting his mauling my breasts – he fingered my nipples for just a moment until they were hard while I explained as calmly as I could “Ryan picked it out for me, Sir.”

“These two bitches are going to try to manipulate you – you know the seven rules don’t you?” O.J. checked in with Ryan saying that he expected him to watch over both my cousin and I – if Billy didn’t.

“Yeah, first rule of slut club – don’t talk about slut club,” Ryan quipped. O.J. glared at him until he summarized them, “First rule is no talk back – call everybody Sir. Second rule is they eat what we tell them – no smokes or booze. Third rule is um,” he tried to remember.

Gene giggled “You gotta watch em go poop! They get five minutes and no toilet paper!!” he demanded with a snarky chuckle – while pulling my Aunt by the clothespin on her tongue like she was a plaything.

His sister corrected him “Bull-crap! They do get toilet paper –three sheets you dumb willy!” they continued to fight and argue with Damian joining in on his older brother’s side.

“Yeah and rules four through seven are,” Ryan tried to lump them all into one big rule “stay in our sight, no flashing, we keep 50% of what they make – and no getting turned on by any of THIS,” he stretched his hands out to indicate the entire trailer; sarcastically implying there was no way it could turn anyone on.

I was already wet. The peek-a-boo bra and O.J.’s nails scraping against my nipples – coupled with the caged-panties and how they felt against my skin – if they inspected us they would see I already broke rule six. Even if the situation was disgusting and humiliating – there was little I could do about the signals being sent to my pleasure center by the physical stimulation I was feeling. I was really beginning to wonder why I got so excited. I mean with the way I was brought up, I knew I shouldn’t be getting turned on by all of this and that it is wrong, but it seems that the more humiliating the situation they put me in the more excited I get.

Even my clothes were getting me excited and conspiring to get me in trouble! I kept feeling ashamed of the involuntary wetness I felt around my pussy – it was no different than morning wood for a boy is what I told myself! The hard nipples, the goose-bumps, the warm feeling all over I just couldn’t help!

I also noticed that Lloyd was gone. I assumed he had gone on his ‘date’ – although I wondered with who and what he wore. I was in no real position to ask.

Savannah walked out with Billy and Conner, and I almost thought she was still naked. Her mother looked up at her and paused – their eyes seemed to connect for a long second and then my Aunt went right back to rough-housing and playing like a puppy. Savannah sighed and shook her head in disbelief.

Her silky, corn-straw blonde hair had been feathered and flared out like a girl from “That 70’s show” and she had on light-pink stretchy pants.

I think they were initially skeptical about letting her wear pants, but once they saw how it hugged her thighs and ass – Ted and O.J. gave it their hearty approval.

She did her characteristic eye-roll at being ogled in the stretchy-pants. She had just been naked and they were used to it – but something about how the pants hugged every curve appealed enough to them that she had their attention. Savannah might have rolled her eyes, but the satisfied subtle smile on her face said she liked their approval.

She was tall, blonde and had nice tits – she was no stranger to the constant attention of men. She might act like she didn’t want it – but there was times when she did.

The stretchy-pants were so skin-tight and thin that they left nothing to the imagination in her form and even showed a hint of the crease of her camel-toe in front. The material in the back was sucked into her ass cheeks as if she was completely naked.

She wore a red handkerchief tied around her chest as a top – folded like an upside down triangle in the front – and clearly able to blow up at any time and reveal her entire chest.

Billy had also chosen 6 inch spiked heels – what I believe were my Aunt’s favorite pair.

A garish patent leather affair with faux-diamonds and bird feathers on it that looked completely out of place.

“Those are your wedding shoes ain’t they?” Ted laughed at Savannah trying to clip-clop in the oversized heels. They clearly didn’t fit her and on top of that she was not used to that high of a heel and could barely walk. “You don’t mind if your daughter wears them out?”

Crystal could only nod her head yes - and I thought for just a moment that she might cry at the sight of her favorite pair of shoes being worn that way, but she returned to playing the puppy until they snapped a leash to her collar and walked her right out the door completely naked.

Donger was standing just outside the door looking in the window and became startled – he started to run. The tall, blonde-haired Australian seemed panicked but Ted assured him he was welcome to look in the windows – “You’ve already paid for that privilege.”

“Quite right,” Donger’s continued in his thick outback accent, “I am just not used ta’ getting par-mission to have a gander in people’s windaw’ ya’ see. It doesn’t feel quite right.”

“Well, you are welcome to watch the girls anytime,” Ted smiled and led Crystal on the faded and dilapidated wooden deck and out into the grass.

“Can I continue to have a look while you are gone?” Donger called out a final question to Ted’s back.

“Everyone is going into town – Just Maw-maw is staying,” Ted’s mom was reading a book and watching television while continuing to do needle-point. “Someone has to take care of Dumpling,” I had almost forgotten about Daisy’s baby until Ted mentioned it. Daisy so seldom checked on her – Bill, Maw-Maw and her kids were left to that menial task.

“Thass fine, mate,” Donger turned back to watch gleefully in the window. I smirked – there was something endearing about how interested he was. The only skin she had bare was her bulbous feet that she rested on a foot-stool while she sat on the couch.

If I had more time to think about such things – I might have wondered about where she slept and when she went to the bathroom – but I never saw Maw-Maw leave the couch when I was home and I seldom had time to ponder about such questions.

Instead, I had to wonder what would happen tonight on my “date”. Ryan opened the door to the truck cab for Savannah and then me. She and I were pressed up against each other in the middle with our feet tangled up in the gear shift.

Ryan sat down next to me – it was very tight quarters but there was no way I could complain when I saw them load Crystal into the back of Odd-Jobs red truck with Daisy’s kids and Meth-head Bill. The rest of them piled into the front seats; and I heard Ted demand my brother get out and sit in the back, when there was simply not enough room.

We followed O.J.’s truck as it slowly drove down Glory Hill. We were going to be with them for dinner and then we’d be ‘free’ for a few hours on a date with these boys – naturally, under their rules.

Daisy’s kids were pinching and teasing each other in the back of the truck as well as my Aunt and to her credit – she remained on all fours and played the part of the scared but playful doggy to the hilt – completely naked except for a dog collar.

“Wow, she has it bad, huh?” I whispered to my cousin.

“Fuck her,” Savannah whispered back with her brows knotted. “I don’t know who the fuck that is in the back of that truck – but that ain’t MY mom.”

“You know we can hear you both whispering?” Ryan observed with a smile.

“So-rry Sir!” Savannah over-enunciated to seem patronizingly dutiful, “We’ll try to behave ourselves!!”

“Fuck those rules, man,” Billy chuckled and asked Ryan, “You don’t mind if we throw those rules out – do ya?”

“Actually,” I thought Ryan was going to be a stickler for his uncle’s rules, but he smiled “I am glad you said that. I don’t want to do them either.”

“Fuck yeah,” Billy turned up the radio “Let’s have some fucking fun!” he revved up the truck and went around the slower-moving red truck in front of us – burning up his black tires on the pavement to show-off.

Boogie was behind us – and he honked his horn to thank us for moving so he could have a good view of Crystal. I could see him pumping his fist in the rear-view while he listened to ‘Hot-blooded’ by Foreigner on his radio.

“So,” I clarified – somewhat confused by the boy’s lack of explanation and unexpected generosity, “no rules?”

“No rules!” Billy imitated Donger’s aussie accent “juss right”.

“You almost sound a little disappointed,” Ryan observed.

“It’s not that,” I was a little lost for words, “It is just unexpected – thank you.” I really wanted to add sir to the end of my sentence – I was so used to saying it.

“You can say sir,” he smiled at me, “if you want to – I can tell you seem to be in the habit now,” he laughed.

“God-damn between Booby-Doo back in O.J.’s truck,” Savannah made a reference to her mom as Scooby-Doo, “and Miss Priss Manners– the rule following bitch - up in this one , I don’t know which is worse.”

I punched her in the arm playfully, “I don’t follow ALL the rules.” I would have thought she was genuinely angry with me a week ago – but I knew her joking-angry tone over her real angry tone by now.

She bumped me with her shoulder and said, “Oh please, give me another hard one right on my tender asshole – that was only fourteen Sir, pretty motherfucking please with strawberry shit-cake on the top,” she stuck her finger in her mouth to simulate gagging at how I must have sounded during the last spanking.

“It’s all part of the act, Sis,” I teased her back and bumped her shoulder.

“I fucking knew it!” Billy wasn’t supposed to figure out this was an act and five minutes into the date I had already revealed it to him – I wondered if I would get in trouble when O.J. figured it out. “You were just pretending to want to be spanked and saying you were a bad girl because your Uncles were going to be a hard-ass on you if you didn’t act like you were sorry – weren’t you?” he totally didn’t get it – and I was glad.

Savannah looked at me with wide eyes as if to communicate her surprise that Billy was that dense. I smiled back “Yep – you totally get it. I AM a bad girl though,” I purred provocatively, “real fucking bad!”

Savannah laughed and tweaked my nipples through my blouse-top, “Yeah – you got your headlights bipping – you bad bitch, you.”

Ryan remarked awkwardly “Those are nice nipples – I mean,” he seemed to regret saying that as soon as he said it, “It’s not that I am only looking at your nipples. I mean just that I have seen them hard and they are so full and thick – and the color – I don’t really mean...” it was actually adorable to see him put his foot in his mouth over and over, as he tried to sound like he wasn’t horribly sexist and a pig while trying to pay me a compliment on my boobs.

I turned to him and motor-boated my tits back and forth on his side, “Just hush up,” I smiled at him and he smiled back at me. There was a moment our eyes locked and I thought he was going to lean in for a kiss – but he didn’t.

Billy had his eyes on the road, but he commented, “Sweet, sweet headlights – nice titties,” as crude as that was – it was genuine and didn’t feel dirty or disgusting at all to me – it was flattering.

Savannah smacked him in the arm to remind him she was his date – she looked angry, but she was just joking.

“You want me to stop this car and spank you?” Billy playfully replied.

“I sure wish you would,” Savannah boasted, “My cousin got all that attention and all I got was sore legs and creepy looks from Meth-head Bill and my step-dad,” she shook her head in consolation then asked, “Can we take out these butt plugs?”

“What?” Billy held up the fob remote control to her plug with a grin and held his finger over the button with a devil-may-care grin on his hand, “The one that goes to this?”

She started to claw to get it while he drove as he began tapping the button to send a shock to her ass. She was smiling and telling him to be nice, “Please Billy – stop! You wouldn’t like it if I did that shit to you! Give me that god-damned thing or I will shove both it and the fucking butt plug up your ass after Sunday!”

Billy held the button down a long time. He was playing, but it definitely seemed much more mean-spirited as Savannah spasmed and made a hurking sound as she grabbed at her ass cheeks. She stopped playing around and gave up trying to get it from his hands – sullen and defeated.

“Or what?” he asked her. “You gonna give up trying to get this thing?” he teased.

“You are just going to keep shocking the shit out of me – what’s the use?” Savannah folded her arms and refused to play anymore – looking straight ahead.

Billy held the control out the window, “I’ll throw the god-damned thing away if it makes you happy!”

“No!” we both lunged for it – I explained, “If we lose that – Ted will make us both pay!”

“Damn, you two are worried about getting in MORE trouble – what more could they fucking do to you?”

“Oh I am sure those creepy motherfucker’s will think of something,” Savannah stood up partially in the cab and again asked if we could take them out.

“Yeah, unless you enjoy having them up your butts – I don’t care,” and Billy really didn’t seem to want to make our lives miserable. I had grown so used to every man taking delight in our humiliation that it seemed unbelievable to me.

Savannah wasted no time pulling her tight stretchy pants down and fishing out her butt plug – while looking at me to see what I would do. “Goody two-shoes?” she asked expectantly.

I have to admit – I was hesitant to get caught breaking the rules. I wanted to have the same devil may care attitude that Savannah had, but I found myself unsure if the risk was worth it - once the plug was in I didn’t think about it unless I was walking.

I looked at Ryan for confirmation that removing it was okay and he only shrugged. I was surprised he wasn’t going to push things either. I had grown so used to the idea that most men seemed to be perverted and enjoy seeing me humiliated – that I fully expected Ryan to hold up a finger and stop me – and I would have left the plug in if he had.

We had agreed to this originally as part of a scam – to earn money. At some point in the process I felt genuinely obliged to be obedient and Ryan as my date had been placed in charge of me – it felt strangely out of place that he had abdicated that in favor of a shrug. The part of me that is a rule’s follower was quietly registering a complaint with the more vocal part of me that was smiling at my good fortune tonight not to be under discipline.

I had to stand up slightly in the cab and reach under my skirt. There was an audible ‘pop’ as the first bulb of the plug popped out of my ass and the next two rings popped out uncomfortably after that. I quickly held it between my knees as I sat down – just in case there was any of my poop on the plug.

Violation #1: “The girls are not to remove their own butt plugs, and they are only to be removed to go to the bathroom.”

I have to admit – it did feel pretty good to be a rule breaker. Billy had the windows down in the truck and the breeze was blowing through my hair. I was with two boys and my cousin and we were barreling down a country back-road and smiling like we were on top of the world. We had earned so much money that afternoon that it would really help my family get us out of here – and I was looking forward to that big meal we were promised.

Billy clicked on the radio – the breeze and the music made things seem much lighter all of a sudden.

Got the Kenwoods banging that rock n’ roll

Whisper to me baby where you wanna go

I can ride you ‘round town or drive you down some ol’ back road

I love the way you lean that seat back, steal my ball cap

Pull it down over your blue eyes

Watchin’ your hair fly out the window

Just lettin’ the night roll

And I can’t wait to see where it goes

I can’t wait to see where it goes, oh yeah

Just lettin’ the night roll

The country song was catchy – even if it sounded a lot like all the others that followed it as we barreled down a dirt road towards our destination.

Savannah flirted with Billy – she kissed his neck, and put her hand on his leg. I had seen her flirt so often it was really hard to tell if the smile was genuine or if she was just happy for a break in the rules.

I couldn’t make eye-contact with Ryan. I felt a little guilty that I didn’t have the desire to flirt with him unless someone made me do it. I could have out of pity or just to play along with Savannah, but I thought it would only compound things when later I had to tell him I was only leading him on. I felt guilty that I wouldn’t at least smile at him but at the same time I just didn’t want to open that can of worms.

He didn’t try anything with me and daydreamed out the window while Savannah and Billy made goo-goo eyes at one another and joked playfully back and forth. I was a little envious that I couldn’t do that for Ryan so I made pleasant conversation with him but he showed little interest in pursuing that and I found myself just listening to music and looking out the window before I asked if we were meeting Ted and the family for dinner in town.

“Fuck town,” Billy smiled at me and parked the truck. There were over a dozen teenagers who recognized his black truck and gave out a shrill greeting to welcome us. He told me, “Tonight we are getting down on the farm,” and there was something menacing about how he said it that chilled me to the bone.

I froze instantly – the trip out here had been too good to be true. I suddenly felt like a fish trapped on a hook – I took the bait and relaxed my guard!

Instantly, I realized we had been transported out to the boonies on somebody’s farm to be humiliated in private by a bunch of Billy’s redneck friends! I didn’t see the same scare on Savannah’s face - she must not have realized we were probably in way over our heads. Then again I thought maybe she had been so willing to be punished and humiliated for money – she probably just wasn’t scared because she was so ga-ga for Billy.

“Oh don’t shit your pants,” Savannah chided me –she could see I was nervous as Billy got out of the truck. She offered a little levity and acted like my anxiety was ridiculous, “Just follow us –I’ll introduce you around.”

I left my butt plug behind in the truck and followed them with Ryan. He didn’t seem to know where we were either and was just as lost as I was. I cautiously looked around at my surroundings – there was one road leading out past some old wooden fence and it was the way we came in.

There were about 15 teenage boys and girls assembled on what I assumed was some kind of abandoned farm. There was a wooden shack nearby where they kept their keg and cooler filled with ice - They issued all of us red solo cups and told us to go get a drink. They had country music playing on an old radio and seemed to expect us.

I looked at some of the boys and I saw lust in their faces as they looked us up and down, but no one said anything to us other than offering us smiles as Billy led us over to the shack.

This was clearly the trap – we were supposed to go to dinner with the family and they would be worried about us but have no idea where we were. I was regretting immediately the decisions that led me to this point in my life. I was seriously weighing what option was worse – ending up on a milk carton or returning us to Ted and Odd-Jobs for punishment after they have their way with both my cousin and I.

I wondered if I should just make a break for it and start running – but in the heels and not knowing where I was running I was sure the boys would just bring me back.

The shack had hooks on the wall and there was rope – this was clearly where they intended to tie us up.

Billy drew some sudsy beer from the hand-pumped keg for us and I accepted the offered cup gingerly. He planned to get us drunk first and was toying with us – lulling us into a false sense of security!

I decided to drink deeply of the beer – if I was going to service all of these boys tonight I would appreciate being drunk out of my mind. I didn’t like the taste – it was sour but at least it was cold.

“Go easy there cupcake,” Billy chuckled and reached out to my chest with a chuckle “You are going to spill that beer and start the wet t-shirt contest early!”

“You could see us do one of those at the pool anytime, Sir,” I replied curtly – I wasn’t sure if he had brought us here to torment us, but I didn’t want to take any chances by pissing him off.

“Hey, you don’t have to snap my head off,” Billy’s tone was playful – but I sensed something more sinister. “I thought we agreed you were going to ditch the rules.”

“We did – but what are the new rules?” I was skeptical but despite having grown very used to saying Sir after every sentence I found it easy to ignore that rule.

Violation #2: Rule number one – call all men Sir

“Have fun, hang loose and get fucked,” Billy took a deep drink of his beer and laughed.

My eyes went wide with the possibilities of what he was saying. He became easily distracted with Savannah and wandered off with her to talk to some other kids. I was left alone with Ryan and asked him “Did you know about this?”

“It’s killing you not to call me sir isn’t it?” he smiled at me. He could sense I was a creature of habit and had a little trouble adjusting to dropping the speech protocol.

“Just answer the question, Ryan,” I sighed at him and took a drink of the beer. The other girls walking around were dressed almost as proactively as me. I began to wonder if they had been brought here for the same purposes as Savannah and I – to be entertainment.

Country music blasted on their stereo and alternated with hip-hop from Drake, and yet it seemed to completely fit the mood of the party. There were teenagers from all over the Buckman here – socializing and laughing.

I could tell from the happy looks on some of their faces they were either already drunk, blissfully unaware of the intentions of the hosts of the party –or they relished the opportunity to be used this way. I wouldn’t have thought of anyone actually enjoying being tormented, but Crystal had seemed so genuinely happy and appreciative at submitting to Ted’s whims that I was willing to believe anything.

I thought of my Aunt’s blissful face as she romped around in the back of the truck letting Daisy’s kids pinch her butt. She would nip at them and ruff house playfully like a naked doggy without a trace of shame. I knew she had no problem showing off her body, but a few days ago she had been so surly and sassy that I would never have imagined her on all fours wiggling her ass like a dog.

Then again – I had done almost the very same thing around the trailer only days earlier and I would never have imagined MYSELF doing that either. I blanched at the thought of my naked butt in the air with that make-shift tail rammed into it and a knock-off Snoopy dog collar around my neck.

“What are you talking about?” Ryan had no idea what was going to happen or he was excellent at covering up his lies. He could see I was observing the party and getting worried. “You are acting weird!”

I didn’t get a chance to call him out on the game they were all playing at my expense.

Someone ‘accidentally’ bumped into me and spilled my beer and her drink all down my shirt.

“Oopsie!” it was the pregnant blonde girl from the pool. She acted like it had been an accident, but the drink covered my blouse and soaked me through.

“Har, har, Angel,” I gave her a mean-spirited look of smug satisfaction and told her the joke was on her, “I wore a bra so no one can see anything anyway.”

Violation #3: Rule number one – call all women ma’am (except each other).

“I really didn’t spill it on purpose,” Angel seemed offended by my blunt Savannah-like sarcasm and explained she just thought I really didn’t need a bra anyway.

I started to go off on her, which drew the attention of some of the nearby bystanders but she deflected by saying she just meant I had nice tits. “I saw them at the pool – they stand up on their own and are very perky – that’s all I was trying to say!”

She offered to get me another – “You should try a Lindsay Lohan!”

I asked what that was and she said “It’s like a Shirley Temple – but with Vodka.”

I had to laugh at how that sounded coming out of her adorably sweet mouth. Ryan offered to go get us all a drink and a towel for me to clean up – very gallant of him.

The stern looking boyfriend with ape-like brow that had been cruel to her at the pool walked over and asked if she was bothering me.

“No sir,” I silently cursed myself for just reacting to his commanding tone and instinctively saying Sir when I didn’t have to. Angel must have been brought here like me as entertainment and I felt guilty for getting her in trouble. “It was an accident,” I explained.

I became keenly aware of how lovely Angel looked as she bit her lip in silence when confronted by her brutish boyfriend. She was taller than Savannah and had even softer features with light blue eyes –her name fit her. She seemed to think she was beastly because her plump belly revealed she was at least seven months pregnant, but the rest of her body had not ballooned up like her stomach – all except her heavy breasts that swayed with every step she took.

“Twinkle-toes?” he ignored me and addressed Angel with a sneer, “You are always knocking things over!” and grabbed her roughly by the arm to lead her away.

“She shouldn’t be in trouble,” I offered very quickly, “If you need to punish anyone – it’s me for getting uppity!” I defended her – I wasn’t afraid of him. If they were going to torture me tonight they were going to anyway.

Her boyfriend looked confused and released her arm. Billy and some of the other guys called him over for a drink and he told her “Fucken’ saved!” while holding up a finger “For now!” before leaving.

“Thanks!” she smiled at me thankfully and asked if my brother would be here.

“Why do you ask?” I was surprised that was her question.

“He gives good advice and I just wanted to thank him is all,” she answered hopefully “These parties are pretty wild – I think he would like it.”

“Why would he like this party?” I was curious how much she knew about the agenda here.

“I don’t know,” she giggled and changed the subject by holding up her freshly manicured French nails “He convinced me to get these!”

If she had attended Cherry Lawn High she would have ran with the Captain of our football team and the cheerleader squad, and the most popular kids at school. I was surprised she was talking to me like a peer or even something of her better. She stood so much taller than me – I felt like a child compared to her. I nodded that the square-cut nails were nice and my approval made her giggle with delight.

“Do you think he likes me?” she asked in a more serious tone when Ryan had wandered off to get another drink.

“Who?” I was still scanning the party for a sign of betrayal and treachery. Anytime I let my guard down and thought things were going to be easy or fun – it always seemed to turn into an ordeal and looking at all the frolicking and carefree faces – I just felt I was due for karma to hit me with something of equal or greater hardship. I asked, “Your boyfriend?”

“No silly,” she reminded me of Tinkerbelle when she flitted her eyelashes playfully “Your brother.”

“Conner?” I was shocked she would even ask. If I felt I legitimately had no business talking to a girl who was simply in another social strata all together in the high school hierarchy of things – then Conner really had no business even THINKING about talking to a girl this far out of his league.

“I know it’s silly, right?” she looked instantly regretful for even bringing it up, “Look at me, Ellen.” I was surprised she knew my name. She spun for me – her simple sundress clinging to her gorgeous body, “I am hideous.”

“What?” I was equally shocked by the thought she felt she was that ugly.

“Look at my dumper,” she turned around and pulled the sundress against her thighs so that I could see the outline of her ass-cheeks – the crease of the skirt stuck between cheeks to reveal a curvy bubble-butt. I couldn’t see it through the cloth, but it looked pert and perky even if it was a bit plump. “I have a bubble-ass.”

I could not register this beautiful country girl’s disappointment with her own looks because I was too busy processing her interest in Conner. “Why do you like Conner?” I asked skeptically.

“Oh ha-ha,” she giggled like she knew why I asked, “You must think I want him because he is smart enough to be anything he wants – like a programmer or an astronaut or maybe find the cure to Polio or something.”

I was about to explain the cure for polio had already been found, but let her continue.

“It’s just that he is so smart and caring and considerate – he would never raise a hand to me,” she looked over her shoulder to see if her boyfriend was listening and continued in a whisper, “Unless, I actually did deserve it. I know when he punishes you and Savannah it’s because you both deserved it – no offense.”

“None taken,” I replied with mirthful chagrin at how she believed we truly did deserve our punishment but didn’t want to offend me by agreeing with it.