Chapter Eighty-Seven

The best things in life either make you fat, drunk, or pregnant

We were all watching. There was no way we could take our eyes off the girl in the front yard having sex with two big husky dogs. She used just her mouth to service Zeus and dug her tits and chin deeper into the dirty mud in the kennel with abandon.

The yard wasn’t very big and the kennel dominated almost a third of the front.

She was on her knees with her ass up and Ares’ paws over her shoulders so that he could drive himself deeper into her pussy.

The only people outside who were not watching were Ted, Maw-Maw, and Daisy, as they continued to have their discussion about Daisy’s fate.

I saw little Nelly Jr. standing at the screen door watching with Meth-Head Bill. I wasn’t sure why Bill was afraid to come out, but he was obviously aware that Daisy was naked and in the yard as much as he was that his kids were all observing a girl fuck two dogs.

Cricket had remained on the toilet. She stood up and walked over with a turd hanging from her butt and waddled over to where we were. I told her to go back and finish.

“I think my three minutes is up,” she insisted and stood there awkwardly with a log of poop hanging from her butt.

“Go back and snap that off, please,” I insisted with a whisper. I couldn’t believe that Cricket shrugged and waddled back to the toilet to finish with a look of disappointment on her face not to be right by the chicken wire where she could see what was going on. I wasn’t supposed to be the one telling her what to do – but I thought I may just be saving her future punishment and humiliation. It shocked me to have to even tell someone to do that.

Delilah’s head moved up and down as she wickedly devoured the entire dog cock and then slurped it. She finally made him cum after four minutes and let some of it drip out of her mouth and dribble down her chin. She turned to show us and gargled it. Then she drooled some out and sucked it back in while Zeus laid down with a satisfied look on his canine face and a throbbing, pulsing, slippery red cock that looked like a lip-stick going back into it’s casing.

“I have trained to prolong the pleasure the animal receives so that he gets the maximum enjoyment out of my mouth,” Delilah blew bubbles with the cum and wantonly licked up her own spit, but did not swallow it.

“Jesus Christ,” Savannah looked horrified, “At least swallow it like a good whore then!”

“Not until I am given permission and only after the other animal ejaculates into my pussy – Oh yes, yes!!” Delilah grabbed at patches of grass and rocked back and forth in an agonized type of ecstasy that I was only too familiar with from earlier. I had hoped I didn’t look like a crazed she-beast, but that is what Delilah reminded me of.

Her hair was wild and all over the place and she had scratch marks all up and down her back. “Yes, please!!” she tightened up and arched her back inwardly to allow the dog to thrust into her. Ares bit her ear hard and she encouraged him, “Bite me, go on! Do it, please and thank you, Sir!!! Oooohh fuck!”

“What on earth?” Ted finally noticed what was going on and came rushing over demanding, “Conner? What did you allow this girl to do to our dogs!”

“I didn’t ALLOW her to do anything – she jumped in there on her own!” Conner was on the defensive. His confident tone was gone and he looked panicked like he was in trouble.

“It’s true, Sir!” I confirmed my brother’s story, but it probably made me seem like I was being a butt kisser to my brother.

“Get out of there right now, whore!” Ted ignored us and demanded in vain. Daisy’s brats laughed but most of us stood in shock. Delilah was in the throes of passion as Ares delivered his semen into her belly. The dog howled with a sort of wistful ecstasy that sounded almost melancholy and that I think only a dog could possibly understand.

“Sorry, I can’t do that, Sir!” Delilah pumped back and forth on the dog, but he was spent. She was milking his cock of every last bit of cum as he collapsed on her back as if to rest. “You’ll have to punish me.”

“What? Why can’t you get out of there?” Ted looked like he was ready to jump over the rusty chicken wire but may be afraid he’d cut himself and need a tetnis shot from the rickety home-made dog kennel.

“This sweet canine and I will be knowing each other for at least fifteen minutes until we become un-knotted,” she rubbed his back and let some of the cum from Zeus leak down her chin and sucking it back up, while asking unapologetically, “I take it y’all don’t do this here?”

Daisy was still completely naked and had her hands on her hips and was the only one who didn’t seem totally shocked and mortified. “That may be worth something,” I heard her whisper to herself with a look of approval.

“No! We do not do THIS here,” Ted was in a state of shock. I think he normally was a pretty dirty minded pervert, but with Maw-Maw around he might have been imagining any chance he had at winning the bet go down the drain because of this stunt. Maw-Maw may have been willing to listen to reason but after seeing just how disgusting things were she probably would not want anything to do with this.

“Would it be okay for me to swallow the cum I have received? When Ares finishes I’ll squat and lick up his precious seed from the kennel dirt and report for punishment. You can tell Doctor Hooker I was a disobedient tramp and I am positive he will find an appropriate punishment for me as well, Sir,” Delilah’s bright blue-eyes started to tear up slightly as if she were truly sorry.

“Why did you think you needed to do this with our dogs? No one told you to do it,” Maw-Maw asked Delilah.

“You all seemed like you were following the teachings I’ve learned at home and I know I shouldn’t assume,” she continued.

“Because you make an ass out of you and me!” Damien offered gleefully.

“Exactly Sir,” Delilah explained that what she learned at home was to obtain the best things in life through suffering, humility, submission, obedience, and prudence.

“The best things in life either make you fat, drunk, or pregnant,” Crystal offered a glib comment.

“They used to; and would most certainly if I were on the road to Sodom and Gommorah! But my path has been irrevocably altered and now my destination can only be attained by a road through those vile and abominable cities to something far greater!”

Maw-Maw became curious for this strange girl to explain herself.

Delilah had no reservations about explaining herself and made no attempt to cover herself or adjust the dog on her back. She stayed just as lewd and rutted down in the mud while we all watched her. She explained to us that, “Jude 1:7 tells us that just as Sodom and Gomorrah and the cities around them, since they in the same way as these indulged in gross immorality and went after strange flesh, are exhibited as an example in undergoing the punishment of eternal fire.”

“Leviticus teaches that a woman shall never mate with animal!” Maw-Maw spent a lot of time reading books and had a love for words. I had no idea she was as familiar with the Bible but then to look at Delilah you might not have thought that either.

“Yes, for it is a sin, Ma’am,” Delilah explained “Due to my extreme wickedness, the sins of carnality are used to mortify my soul, and torment me as they would bring pleasure to a denizen of Sodom and Gomorrah. I service dogs or man in the most scandalous and depraved ways as a form of submission and acceptance of how amoral and sinful I have been. In this way, I seek out opportunities to be victim to my own lustful behavior. The body is sin’s instrument so it must be its victim and object. Grace applies itself to punishment. It resists sensuality. It needs to be subdued and dominated. It has no need or desire for freedom. The sinner accepts that it needs to be restrained by discipline.”

“That is from the Imitations of Christ!” Maw-Maw seemed genuinely excited that she recognized the quote.

“Book three, chapter 44, Ma’am!” Delilah explained that they read it everyday.

“I am but a wayward, iniquitous, reprobate who has accepted her failings and is in dire need of salvation through the appropriate application of penitence and I humbly submit that since I have been placed on an appropriate path it has been difficult, and at times seemed impossible, but my faith and my conviction have allowed me to endure and learn from my misdeeds and indecent behavior.”

“You are truly incorrigible,” Maw-Maw nodded and scratched the hairs on her chin. “How can you know that through flaunting your flagitious and shameful behavior you aren’t simply giving yourself reason and purpose for future opprobrious and contumelious activities of this nature?”

I was shocked that Delilah didn’t ask what those words meant and I think that Maw-Maw may have been as well. She was something of a word junkie and had described herself to me as a Sesquipedalian (person who loves big words).

“I am insolent and hurtful and that is my true nature, one that I may never overcome.” Delilah let some cum drip down the sides of her mouth but didn’t wipe it up. “1 Peter 2:13 tells us to Submit yourselves for the Lord’s sake to every human authority, to live as God’s slaves and to be ready to humbly submit to all creatures.”

“I am not sure that is an exact quotation, but please answer my question,” we stood at the rusty fence watching the naked teenager shiver as Maw-Maw instructed her to explain her nature to us. I was shocked that even Daisy’s kids were still as they listened to her.

“My Aunt and I are God’s slaves as submitted to her husband, and as I will be to my husband when I marry. I will probably always require this treatment and to live as an object of scorn and ridicule, or a source of pleasure and service,” Delilah was very dramatic but I noticed her southern accent start to disappear somewhat as she spoke.

“If I were to be released from my bondage, and not immediately seek penance and contrition, I would revert to the behavior of a wanton harlot. I would seek only my own selfish pleasures, at the expense of others. I will lie, cheat, thieve, and manipulate to my own advantage and lead men to temptation, multiplying my sins with theirs, and be their ruin. If I do not submit to the harshest of disciplines I would be merely wasting my time in an endless charade of hypocrisy as I pretend to keep oaths that take no effort and cause no pain or suffering to me. Any minor suffering I might inflict upon myself would be wasted because in the end – all will be revealed and there is nothing I can hide at that time.”

“So you asked for this or was it forced upon you?” Maw-Maw looked interested but slightly confused.

“You never have it forced upon you,” she smiled and petted the dogs. “I was led to it through my own wicked behavior. I spent years free to tease, beguile, and contrive my own petty schemes without penalty. I thought I had everyone completely fooled; but my Aunt knew my true nature and she told me she waited until I let myself go one step too far. I tempted a boy I liked and his father, and when my Aunt discovered that I had been thoroughly wicked she led me to this path. I will admit I did not want to do it – it was hard and the path I had been on had been easy and full of low-hanging fruit I could pick whenever I wanted. I will admit, I wished for an easy life but once I entered servitude I saw the light and began to accept and crave my daily lessons.”

“Like you did here,” Maw-Mad nodded for her to continue.

“Yes, Ma’am. My Aunt and I have undergone this transformation for several months now and the discipline and rigor have brought us closer together. The men of the family now have authority over the women – which is not how it used to be. She married and surrendered authority as it says in Ephesians 5:22,,,”

“Wives submit to your husbands as you would the Lord,” Maw-Maw quoted the scripture from memory with a nod. Then she asked, “So am I to understand that your Aunt serves the way you do?”

“Yes Ma’am. She complains that we are required to be the object of scorn and ridicule in public, but she feels the collars around our neck symbolize the chains of perdition and she is the first one to answer if anyone asks her why she has it on. She makes me explain why we don’t wear bras or panties, and only wear short skirts though!” Delilah said with a grin like she remembered something funny from the past.

“Why does she protest being in public in skimpy attire if that is something you both crave, desire, and asked for?” Maw-Maw was trying to wrap her head around this concept. The sun was setting now and my tummy was grumbling, but I wanted to hear Delilah’s answer as well. It was blowing my mind and filling in so many blanks about her past that I had wondered from earlier.

“It is not right that we complain or hesitate to serve our earthly Masters, but we are imperfect vessels incapable of truly perfect behavior. We are corrected regularly for our shortcomings and she is thankful for a husband who will not relent, sympathize, or falter in what he requires of us. She will dress pleasingly and without regard for her own modesty or vanity. The clothing chosen for us emphasizes our shameful behavior and makes it difficult for anyone encountering us to think we deserve respect or consideration in their dealings with us. We dress like whores and get treated like whores – because we are whores. She doesn’t like it or enjoy it, but then if she did – it would be easy and she would not learn anything from it.”

“This was that old biddy with that liberal professor looking guy who dropped you off?” Ted was trying to make sense of what was being said but looked completely lost.

“Hahaha, I don’t think Doctor Hooker is a liberal, but I can see why you might think that because he carries himself like someone who is extremely learned. I don’t know his politics but I don’t think he is a fan of Obama or liberals. He actually prefers the simple life of the farm; and one reason we are here in Buckman is that he was looking to purchase land as we have very nosy neighbors who are starting to suspect we rut like pigs all afternoon in the backyard – not that we would hide it if they looked over the fence. We cannot deny our shame. We are not permitted to put on airs and proclaim righteousness. We are forbidden to be dishonest; and believe me when I tell you that we are under much more scrutiny than even you girls.”

“Wow, but someone wants to see an old woman dressed up like a whore? And how funny is it her last name is Hooker.” Ted chuckled to himself.

“Her name was Waxerman before she took the name and the irony is not lost on us, Sir,”

Delilah explained that despite her Aunt’s shrewful looks that she has been trained to be a vessel of pleasure for whoever would have use for her. She further explained that at her church they had fucked almost every boy and their father in the parish. “Doctor transports us to the pastor and binds us while they attend the sermon. Then after, anyone who wants to come torment or use our bodies to pleasure themselves may do so and we must thank them. Even boys who I once wouldn’t give the time of day are free to use me in any way they see fit.”

“You just thank them – you don’t forgive them?” Maw-Maw seemed skeptical.

“Oh no, Ma’am!” Delilah clarified that no forgiveness was necessary. “They have done no wrong and we hold no malice towards them. That is always made very clear, that they may be as rough and unpleasant as they please as long as they don’t burn us or pull out our hair. They owe us no apology and should expect no forgiveness for no wrong was done. We asked for this and they have done us a great service in teaching us humility through suffering and obedience through submission.”

“Can you get up yet, or is the dog still inside you, dear?” Maw-Maw offered sweetly.

“I can, but do you mind if I remain this way until the dog chooses to leave me, so that I can clean off his cock and consume his seed? I know that I will be punished for what I’ve done after and I don’t seek to delay the inevitable.”

“That is what you normally do with your dogs at home?” Maw-Maw asked with a patient and understanding tone. “I suppose you should ask Teddy, but I guess you already had sex with the dogs – so I don’t see the harm.”

“Yes Ma’am,” Delilah explained that she was sorry but thought this was the dogs purpose, “Why else have such a large kennel and here in the front on display with the toilet?”

“Well, the toilet was a new addition because SOMEONE,” Maw-Maw looked over at Daisy with an accusatory glance, “broke the toilet inside the house and honestly now, I have to go myself,” she chuckled at the thought of using it. “You say you have family here at the Buckman, what do they think about your new behavior?”

“They are largely apathetic, Ma’am,” Delilah answered, and when Maw-Maw prompted her to continue she said, “My father works 16 hour days, which is considered a virtue in our family. He is however seldom home and that is part of the reason we were sent to live with my Aunt in the first place. My mother enjoys drinking, smoking, pot, and spends her time watching television and complaining. My grandfather Methuselah is the only one who really knows our discipline and he approves completely – his punishments are most severe. I have been given to considerable temptation by being sent here this weekend in comparison to his judgments and corrections.”

“Methuselah? That crazy old fucker runs around like a creepy old serial killer!” Savannah blurted out before being hushed by Maw-Maw.

“I remember when I first snuck to the Semen Hole for a party he chased us all out of there and quoted bible verses! Everyone ran like he was going to murder us.”

“He probably wouldn’t do that,” Delilah smiled knowingly, “but he tied my Aunt and I up together in the junkyard that night and left us to the tender mercies of the homeless hobos that live out there. He did not tell me until the next day he had talked to them first so that they would not cut us up into little bits and eat us or anything; but he likes to scare people towards their own salvation – that much is true.”

“So you haven’t told your parents that you are living this way?” Maw-Maw asked again. I felt a little guilty because I definitely hadn’t and had no intention of doing it.

“If they wanted to know we have made every attempt to share our shame with them, but they have never asked such diligent and provoking questions. I don’t think my father wants to know and is just happy that I am well behaved and a dutiful daughter and my mother is unconcerned about my suffering which is fine by me. In truth, I have never really had to lay out my understanding of this process quite this way. Even when Doctor Hooker has me perform affirmations for him.”

“Affirmations?” Maw-Maw asked curiously.

“We are placed on the floor with our asses spread facing Master. We are then asked a series of probing questions.”

“Probing? Asses?” Ted tried to tell a joke but Maw-Maw glanced at him and he shut up.

“Questions about what we are learning, why we are doing this, and he goes over our bodies, and our minds, asking about our lessons and what we have learned. He does not relent with one question – he continues on and on, until we are explicit and honest in our answer and he has made us reveal a truth about ourselves.”

“Why with your asses spread open? He just likes to see girly butts?” Maw-Maw surprisingly looked over at Conner as if she was well aware of his fetish and wanted to remind him of it.

“He might; and I wouldn’t deny him his pleasures if that were true, Ma’am,” I noticed Delilah talking in a much more studious manner and less southern and informal. It was as if she were channeling an education that had been drilled into her head in order to answer the questions she was given. She didn’t stutter or hesitate but spoke very clearly and openly, while everyone watched her lay under a dirty dog on the ground as the sun started to fade over the trash heap in the distance.

“So why then?” Maw-Maw prompted again.

“He knows that my eyes are like tools to the female. I have the same blue eyes that my Aunt has and they can be tempting and full of mirth or mystery, contempt or desire, and I can use them to manipulate men. He does not allow me that opportunity and instead watches our assholes.”

“I bet,” Daisy spoke up but quickly quieted down – hoping to draw less attention to herself. Her kids giggled, but they too remained oddly quiet and intrigued by the story. They seemed engaged, as if they only ran amok out of sheer boredom and they had nothing else to do; and standing here proved they were capable of actually paying attention to someone if they wanted to do so.

“He wants to see if we are lying or deceptive. He can tell by the puckering of our asshole if he is getting an emotional reaction, Ma’am,” Delilah explained very graphically.

“What if you are just farting though?” Gene asked the question and then looked around “What? Everyone is thinking it aren’t they? No?”

Delilah laughed, “He has observed us shit and fart often enough to know the difference. At home, there are certain words we are never allowed to say. We can never use a euphemism when a vulgar word will do.”

“Whats a Unastism?” Sarah asked naively with her finger up her nose. Maw-Maw grabbed her finger and pulled it out, “A euphemism, silly girl.”

“My Aunt is a lover of language and taught us all how to communicate with her since we were little. I apologize little one, I don’t know your name?”

“It’s Sarah,” she put the finger that had been up her nose in her mouth and began sucking it between her teeth nervously.

“Sarah, Ma’am,” Delilah explained sweetly, “There is no delicate way to put this and given you have grown up in the Buckman I assume you are no stranger to foul language?” the question was directed at Maw-Maw who affirmed Sarah had heard it before and to continue. “We cannot say we would like to go to the bathroom when saying we need to shit or piss will do; and then we must beg permission. We cannot say

genitals or vagina when a more vulgar term like cunt or pussy exists. We cannot turn our nose up and speak like proper ladies any longer because we are not; and our language must reflect our status. It is something my Aunt struggles with, but I’ve found less difficulty in everyday language. No one at the Buckman even seems to notice or think it’s much different than how anyone else talks; but in Cherry Lawn it does get noticed.”

“I should think so!”

“We actually learned it from that father and son I sought to seduce initially and Doctor Hooker adopted it as part of our education. His wife and daughter were doing it when I met them and their acceptance of language training was pivotal to their being kept in line.”

“This other wife and daughter,” Maw-Maw asked about them, “They were from Cherry Lawn?”

“Oh yes,” Delilah told us about Wendy and Jamie Taylor. I had heard Jamie’s name before, but I thought she was a goody-two shoes, super pretty blonde cheerleader. I knew she was on the honor roll and destined to go on to college and make something of her life. Delilah told us how Wendy and Jamie had initially tried to get the guys in the family motivated and started trying to push them around and discipline them, but that it backfired. She didn’t say how exactly, but the word “Spectacularly” was used.

She explained that once the girls realized their mistake they volunteered and offered to the men a chance to “make things even.” Delilah rolled her eyes at that and explained that once the men started setting the rules – things fell into place around the house.

Maw-Maw had to prompt her to continue or ask a question about how that happened but Delilah described how the family actually grew together and began working as a team. They faced a lot of challenges and people who were out to get them. She mentioned “Cathy Griffin” by name a few times and made her sound like the demon child from hell.

“She is actually a relative of mine,” Ryan laughed but added when everyone looked at him with a cough, “Distant relative.”

Delilah waited politely for him to continue and when he didn’t she explained that the girls were given affirmations, kept on very structured diets, and discipline; and yes, they fucked the family dog as well – they stopped fighting, arguing. The mom had abandoned the family for a career, the husband had stopped trying to find a job and started focusing on porn, the son was a slacker who was failing in school and strangely Jamie’s over-achieving was something of a problem for her.

“So this discipline grounded them and kept them from breaking apart?” Maw-Maw sounded skeptical and Delilah assured her that she had no reason to lie or deceive at this stage in her life. “I believe you – I just find it a little far out that they could get away with this in a place like Cherry Lawn Estates – it’s so posh.”

“Cherry Lawn is a filthy Peyton Place of rumors and gossip, Ma’am,” Delilah described my country-club suburb the way it was characterized when people mocked me for living there but with real examples of wives cheating on husbands, husbands cheating with OTHER husbands, blackmail, extortion. “My Aunt was the worst and most egregious gossip monger for four blocks in any direction. They used to have a saying, you could telephone, television or tell a Waxerman to get a message across Cherry Lawn!”

We laughed at her joke and that broke some tension that had been building. “My Aunt would loathe gossip and speak so ill of it, but she was the biggest gossip and the most nosy. She knew who was on vacation, who was leaving their windows open, and who wasn’t. The Doctor does not permit her to engage or conduct gossip or be nosy any longer and my Aunt receives an extreme amount of punishment if she is caught!”

Delilah also told us that Cathy Griffin and her grandfather had used blackmail as leverage on that family, but that once they were no longer secret about their shame and lived openly as whores – the Griffins lost any real power to use that blackmail. “They accepted their positions and everyone in the community knew or suspected they were deviant – there was no longer any power in secrets!”

“That is powerful!” Maw-Maw slurped her lips. I could hear her stomach growling and it made me hungry but we were riveted by the tale of this family’s feud and how it ended up bringing them to a sort of salvation.

Delilah said that what she knew that actually happened could fill four books and that the family actually used to make a game of trying to bluff and make her Aunt freak out.

“My Aunt fancied herself a proper lady at one time and a tee-totaller above all forms of carnal and rude behaviors. This was long before she had accepted the retribution and punitive measures we live under now.”

“Indeed,” Maw-Maw crossed her arms.

“They would play a game of verbal Jenga with her,” Delilah had to explain what Jenga was to the kids, “It’s where you take odd-shaped sticks and stack them up into a precarious tower – taking one from the bottom to keep adding to the top until it falls over!”

“Why not just knock it over?” Gene asked simply.

“Or stick them up your butt!” Sarah asked next with a silly grin.

“Or set it on FIRE!” Damian shouted his question last.

“Ignore them. Please continue,” Maw-Maw insisted.

“They would take turns fabricating outrageous reasons for their behavior and seeing who could tell a lie so believable that my Aunt would believe it – but so outrageous it would thrill them.”

Maw-Maw prompted for an example. Daisy seemed reluctant, “Do we need to hear it or can’t we assume it was an outrageous lie?” When Maw-Maw didn’t answer she let the matter drop.

“It started much how your lies do at the swimming pool,” Delilah gave the example of how we explain that we behaved irresponsibly and spent all our money and are looking for a way to punish the ones responsible. “Then one of them would have a little fun with adding to the lie to see how far they could push things. You would say instead of not paying the light bill, you spent it all on sex-toys and that would lead to another person saying well then if she loves sex toys so much why don’t she fuck herself right here in front of you with them and before you know it you are seeing how many you can fit in every hole and hopping on one foot while rubbing your tummy!”

“Oh yeah, I remember when I had to do that! Jesus I thought I would fall over,” Savannah chuckled before she realized the story wasn’t really about her.

“How do we know that you aren’t telling US a lie right now and playing the exact same game?” Maw-Maw was much more shrewd than Ted or Daisy combined, and that was obvious from talking to her even for a short period of time.

“I can understand why you would always be skeptical of me – I am a natural born liar. Short of waiting for the Dog to remove himself from my cunt and having me crawl out for an affirmation where you ask me to repeat the same story and allow me to be examined that way. You could also conduct an inquisition.”

“Inquisition?” Maw-Maw wanted more clarity.

“As our natural state is deception and lies, the Doctor conducts inquisitions when a simple affirmation is insufficient to confirm our story. He tortures us by using the most sensitives parts of our body and asks the questions in a different manner repeatedly trying to trip us up while we are in distress.”

When Maw-Maw asked for clarification Delilah described everything from jalapenos in every hole allowed to soak the oil into the skin and make them dance, to sitting on heated rocks and having them placed on their assholes, then sitting on ice-cubes.

“I would think a long painful enema might work?” Maw-Maw suggested.

Delilah explained that their daily discipline consisted of a “Patented Waxerman Colonic” made with black pepper and various oils and liquids, and that they were used to daily torments of that variety. “It must truly be a dish served from Hell, and we are to eat every bite if he is to hear the truth. We cannot deny him because if we were honest women this would not be necessary at all.”

“It seems fairly extreme to find out if you are lying,” Maw-Maw did seem to be considering it.

“I would think you could ask my Aunt, brothers, or Doctor Hooker and they would confirm this is how we do live. They have no reason to keep it a secret from you. If I am found to be lying you could punish me as you saw fit – and I would gladly accept your judgment in that matter.”

“Actually, you would have to accept Teddy’s judgment if the circumstances warranted.” Maw-Maw reflected on what she had been told and considered her next question.

“Yes, Ma’am, naturally,” Delilah agreed without question.

“This is going to sound like an unusual request but I have a favor to ask of you,” Maw-Maw’s tremendous weight made it difficult for her to stand for long periods and she asked Conner to fetch her something to sit down upon.

My brother returned with a folding chair that could barely contain her weight. She told him it would do, but he should find something else and he scurried off into the trailer to look for it.

Maw-Maw took a deep breath as she delicately sat her massive ass onto the tiny chair and balanced herself. “Here is what I need you to do,” she said.