Chapter Ninety-Seven

I am going to ride those asses – til I just can’t ride them NO more


We marched in relative silence down Glory Hill. That could be because when Ted cranked up the music it made it nearly impossible to talk.


Rollin' down the Imperial Highway

With a big nasty redhead at my side

Santa Ana wind blowin' hot from the north

And we was born to ride


The catchy 80’s song was loud enough that no one would miss us passing them. There were already kids from Glory Hill running alongside of us or riding their bikes and cheering us or laughing.


I could hear Ted urge us on, “Get those tits and clits bouncing, ladies!”


Roll down the window, put down the top

Crank up the Beach Boys, baby

Don't let the music stop

We're gonna ride it till we just can't ride it no more


“I am going to ride those asses – til I just can’t ride them NO more!” he declared and swung the whip wide hitting one of us randomly across the back or buttocks, from the sound of it. I couldn’t tell exactly who it was but I think it might have been Cricket.


I was grateful on some level.


Yes, it was deeply humiliating to run with your bare private parts jiggling and jingling for all to see and hear! Yes, it hurt to have the clips attached and to get hit by a whip. Yes, I wanted desperately to go pee or have breakfast or even go back to bed. There were so many reasons this shocked and terrified me on different levels but at least I did not have to talk to my mother, and that was strangely preferable.


She wasn’t freaking out or hitting the roof like I might have expected her to do. I wanted to get my head around that. I had been caught by her doing some humiliating things in the past and her reactions were quite different.


She had given me a stern talking to and disturbing, disapproving looks earlier in the week when she had been around. Mom had been stressed out and under a lot of pressure so she couldn’t spend all her time on me, but she had made very clear that she didn’t support what I was doing. My Dad hadn’t been around, so in a lot of ways I thought she was waiting until he was around to bring it up. That way they could come at me together and question what I was doing.


Where was even that reaction? She had volunteered to help out at the car wash; and when she came outside and saw everyone undressed she was reluctant, but fell right in line with me.


I thought she was going to pull me out of line and insist I go back in the trailer and we get out of this crazy place for good!


I had built things up in my head that a furious maelstrom of rage might shoot out of her eyes and lava would come out of her mouth if she ever saw me standing outside naked.


I wasn’t sure if I was disappointed, but I was certainly confused that instead she passively removed her clothes and joined right in. I found myself a little angry with her – did she not care what I was doing? She was tolerating it and not reacting like the mother I knew!


She seemed to be grinning and baring it along with me. I could tell she was mortified by how she kept trying to look around. She wasn’t like Maw-Maw, bravely stepping out into the yard for everyone to see to embrace her submission. She was genuinely scared! I knew that feeling well and the only thing that stopped me from fully feeling scared right now myself was the lingering questions about my mom.


Would she suddenly wake up at some point and snap my head off? The suspense was killing me. I would have almost rather she get it over with and scream now – rather than make me wonder! If we were going to have it out – why prolong it?


We were already down Glory Hill and turning onto another street by the time the song was almost over. It was a slow march and every now and then Ted would rev up the golf-cart and make us jog, just to change things up. There were three cars, besides Boogie, following us like a parade and as some kids ran out of steam from following us – others joined.


There was even a boy a little younger than Conner streaking through the neighborhood along with us! “Lloyd! Lloyd!” he waved frantically “You are my hero!”


He whistled and called me Ellen, “You look so hawt – when I grow up – I want to marry you!”


“How does he know you?” my mom whisper-talked when the music quieted in between songs. She wasn’t amused there was a naked kid jogging behind us and calling out my name. I would have expected her to be aghast. Mom was running naked through the Buckman with bells attached to her titties and her first question to me was how does this boy know my name?


The truth is – I had no idea. I should have been freaked out to see a boy’s semi-hard penis flip-flopping on his thighs as he ran along side of us trying to get our attention but I wasn’t. I hadn’t expected it either.


“I guess we are like local celebrities,” I theorized. “There are tons of rumors and everyone seems to know everyone out here. I guess people talk, Mom.”


“Yes, yes they do,” was all she said and she became introspective.


I didn’t whistle or holler back at the boy and he eventually seemed to lose interest in us. I felt a little guilty – after all, it was a marriage proposal – my very first one. I probably should have giggled if I wasn’t so intent and worried about my mother’s reaction or more importantly her lack of the one I expected!


The guys liked to listen to classic rock tunes from the 80’s but every now and then they would put on some booty-music. The thumping beat was hard not to shake and dance along with.


They wanna see me drop it, drop it, drop it

Wanna pop it, pop it, pop it, shake that ass on the floor

You wanna see me shake it, shake it, shake it

Yeah, you like it, like it, like it when I drop it real low


“That’s my jam!” Cricket called out like it was an emergency and everyone just had to know it.


Ted called a halt and made us stop right in front of some trailers where people were already watching from their patios. “Do your thing, Cricket!” he offered.


“I can’t really do it in this rope stuff, but...” she was already twerking and shaking. I could barely turn around and look over my shoulder given how tightly I was tied up. There was rope under my arms, around my waist and between my legs that bound me to the girl in front of me and Lloyd behind me – as well as to my mom to the right of me.


She was shaking her ass and bobbing her head – clapping her ass cheeks with just the force of her body.


Yeah boy, you like that

I can tell that you like that

Yeah boy, you love it when my booty goes

Boom, ba-ba-boom, ba-boom, ba-boom, boom


Kung-Fu Dave was out of breath as he ran between some trailers while Cricket pounded her pussy to the beat of the ba-ba-booms in the song. He looked sorrowful and regretful.


“Cricket – come back and be my angel, you know we are good together. You needs me!” he called to her.


She stopped dancing long enough to shake her head at him “No, I don’t sir! Now if you’ll excuse me – I need to shake my ass like a nasty slut.”


“You is my nasty slut,” he mumbled in his countrified accent. “I’ve got a new idea. We can sell videos of you doing dance lessons and me doing ninjetty lessons! It will be Kung-Fu Dave and Cricket both on the label!” He held up an old VHS tape he had scrawled their names on.


“She is taken,” Catfish said from the back of the golf-cart. His voice was very serious as he crossed his arm.


Ted laughed and chucked an egg at him – cracking it across his t-shirt and spurting the yellow goo all over him. “He won’t listen – this is how you get rid of a pest,” Ted was at his root a bully and someone like Dave wouldn’t fight back.


“It’s on!” he declared “I challenge you to a Kung-Fu Mastery Ninjetty fight-off!” Dave pointed at Catfish but was saying it to both of them. “The stakes are my sister’s honor!”


“I am going to shove one of those eggs up your ass next,” Ted laughed and started up the golf-cart. He ignored Dave’s posturing and waved at someone who was already washing their car in their drive way “Come down to the Seminole Pool – we’ll wash that for you! I’ll give you half-off.”


I felt a little bad for the strange little man but I could see Cricket was actually blossoming and seemed much happier to be away from him.


“We actually DO wash cars, right?” My mom whispered to me as we continued along the road. Mom had stopped and watched that entire drama play out without saying a word.


“Yeah!” I didn’t want to tell her what else we did. I knew that was cowardly. I felt guilty that I didn’t tell her what kinds of perverted games and grifts we play at the car wash. I was nervous and afraid and justified my short answer because she hadn’t actually asked what we ALSO do.


I was pleased that she had asked the question she did. It meant that she had signed up for this exercise to wash cars and make money and not because she had some secret history like Maw-Maw did – right?


I asked myself that question a few times as I tried to get my head around why she had not freaked out yet. I didn’t want to think about what would happen when she did – and in part that was cowardly as well. The less I thought about it – the happier I was. I focused instead on marching and smiling at the people who watched us.


There was quiet between us for a while and mom finally said, “You know I am a little shocked that you would do this,” she said.


A little shocked? Why not a whole lot shocked? I was offended again. She had said earlier that if I could do something she most certainly could. I kind of wanted to make her eat those words on some level. How could I be the one mad here? Shouldn’t she be outraged at me?


“I can say the same thing,” was what I came back with while the music played. I knew this street from the night before. It looked very much the same as it had yesterday, except now with the morning sun coming out – there were even more people.


There were a lot of pleased people who seemed happy to see us for whatever reason. I am sure most of them were happy to see naked girls running around. We had struck a nerve in the Buckman and people were waiting outside – some pretending to water the lawns or walk the dogs, while others made no attempt to hide the fact they were watching and taking pictures with their phones.


We had to run along main roads and as cars passed – some were annoyed and pissed off that we were slowing down traffic. Twice already someone had thrown something out the window at us while they shouted expletives. I think if S.S. or O.J. had been in the cart it may have been different.


Ted chucked an egg back at them as they drove past and paid no attention to the boos and complaints other than to call them “old biddies who should mind their own business.”


“They really can’t mind their own business,” my mom commented curiously. “They didn’t expect to see us marching along like this – I think they are kind of right to freak out about it?” she asked me my thoughts on if I felt their shock was justified. Where was HER shock?


“You are doing it too!” I offered sharply about us marching through the neighborhood as a spectacle. I hadn’t intended it to sound cold and snippy but the shortness of my reply had made her stop talking. I was so afraid of her questions – I let things stay like that.


We passed an old Oak tree and turned onto a side street. I knew this was the way to Angel’s trailer and we were about to turn down her cul-de-sac. I wasn’t sure what my mom was going to think when we got there – and frankly, I wasn’t sure how the poor girl would be holding up.


I could see once we turned on the street that there was a Green LTD parked in front of Angel’s trailer and she was still standing outside naked. The pregnant girl had been tied up to a street lamp all night in front of the garbage cans. I could see some people talking to her even from a distance.


“Goodness gracious, that poor girl!” My mom asked “THEY did this?” she asked me while motioning over her shoulder at Ted and Catfish.


“You were the one who wanted to do this,” I felt tremendously guilty about being catty in my response but I couldn’t help myself. I was reacting out of fear. I didn’t’ want to tell her about it. “No, her father made her stand outside this way as punishment,” I finally explained, without adding that Conner had suggested it.


Mom nodded her head in disgust once she could see the former beauty queen. She looked bedraggled and torn down from sweat and shame. The black marker that had been used to write on her body was smudged in places, but it said things like “Nigger Lover” on her ass and “Blacks drink free” around her engorged tits.


Her hands were bound behind her back and she looked distressed – it was clear she hadn’t slept a wink and I didn’t blame her. I knew exactly how excruciatingly horrifying it could be to spend a night outside tied up. I got the feeling that despite this being a cul-de-sac though – that Angel had far more visitors than Savannah and I had.


There were two people talking to her when we marched up. The first one was her sister Candy. She looked a lot like Angel, only her features were a little less perky and her nose wasn’t turned up and pointed like a princess. She was wearing a green tube top and some short-shorts; and that seemed like conservative dress compared to the rest of us. I had never seen Candy before – but I had heard about her and knew she worked at a local strip club.


The other was “Pea-pod”, her boyfriend. The best way to describe him is to imagine if Kid Rock was 125 pounds and had a pencil thin blonde mustache. He was wearing a raggedy white tank top that showed off his skinny ribs and some baggy jeans that hung down low.


“Oh my fucking God,” my mom whispered, but it was to herself. The only vehicle that came along with us to the cul-de-sac was Boogie and he parked a little ways around and sparked up a joint while jamming out to some Eddie Money.


I smiled.


I wondered if it was just now sinking into my mom what she had volunteered to do. I was getting braver that if she wasn’t going to erupt now– perhaps she never would. I think a tiny part of me was relieved my mother was going to be shocked.


It at least meant she wasn’t doing this because, like Maw-Maw, she believed it was a woman’s place to submit; and while that ruled out one possibility – I had about 999 other theories all ping-ponging around in my mind.


“You have no idea,” I shook my head back and forth as we marched towards the young girl tied up with clothes line and left out on the lawn like the morning garbage.


The metal baseball bat that had been rammed up Angel’s ass was laying on the ground and the barefoot girl stood with her back against the pole – bound by ropes that left the pregnant blonde hanging there for anyone to see or touch. She was helpless and vulnerable – unable to defend or even cover herself.


I wondered what my mom thought – what was going through her head with all of what she saw? I knew by this point she was likely aghast and beside herself, but she was surprisingly shocked into silence.


I was expecting mom to freak out and tell us all to stop, but she said nothing; and that made me even more worried. I was worried, but also strangely disappointed and angry, and I couldn’t quite get my head around how frustrating it was that my world had once again turned upside down.


Angel’s sister was trying to convince her to come with them and Pea-Pod was casually standing without saying anything. He greeted us “W’sup?”; but no one replied to him. He shrugged as if he were used to being ignored and strolled over to Boogie’s white van. He tried to get a “hit” from his joint as if it were perfectly normal in the neighborhood to smoke dope.


I suppose considering there were naked people tied up out on the curb for anyone and everyone to see – it probably wasn’t going to get all that much attention!!


“Angel! Get in this fucking car right the fuck now and let’s get the fuck out of here! Don’t stand out here nekked – aint you got no decency?” Candy implored her sister to leave and regarded us as the enemy – she knotted her brows at us and folded her arms.


She was dressed in skimpy short-shorts with a tube-top and yet – she had the moral high ground.


“Daddy is gonna be SO mad if I do,” Angel pouted. She had been snotty and arrogant at times – but she also cried and whined a lot. I remembered when I first met her that she had spent a long time lamenting how “fat and beastly” she was. I thought she had been fishing for compliments as she begged me for advice on her boyfriend and life. I had wondered then why she would ask someone like me – but it was obvious she brought her drama to everyone she encountered that would listen.


I wondered how much of those tears that she could turn on and off like a water faucet for sympathy were actually real or were they just a way of getting the attention she craved. She obviously cared what her father thought of her, but at the same time – I wondered how much of it was genuine and how much was something she said to get her way when she wanted to?


I had also heard her say deeply racist things at the Jacobi Farm and so it was rather ironic to see things like “Black cum – in any hole!” written on her bulging belly and scrawled across her belly “black men only!”.


“He is already mad!” Candy urged her sister to reconsider. Angel’s father had struck me as someone who rarely showed emotion at all – I wondered how they could even tell?


“You can smoke crack, you can steal his bike – and he’ll forgive, but if he thinks you are a nigger lover then you are trash to him,” Candy said without any hesitation. She saw the look on my mom and my faces and turned to add, “Oh it’s okay – The niggers live over a block away. You can say it ‘round here.”


She stopped talking to her sister and then walked towards my mom.


“Baby Doll?” she asked as if my mom were a long lost friend and she wanted to confirm it. It was my turn to ask mom how that girl knew HER name.


“Uh,” Mom looked to her left and right awkwardly and smiled at the younger girl. “Hey, long time no see,” she offered sheepishly. This was NOT the reaction I had expected.


This was the reaction she might give to an annoying realtor who ran into us at the super market and wanted to have a chat about the short sale on our house when Dad lost his job before the summer.


She was tied up and naked in front of a golf-cart in the middle of a trailer park – what alien invaded my mom’s brain and took over her body? Mom was clearly nervous and sounded embarrassed, but I expected well something – anything else?


“Long time?” Candy was a much louder and more boisterous version of Angel. She also had Savannah’s accent and brash way of talking. “We JUST got off work at the Landing Strip. Peapod and I had gone to the Waffle House and then came home to see this in our fucking front yard and now you show up,” she smirked.


MOM HAD BEEN WORKING AT A STRIP CLUB? It all started to make sense. I mean... not everything, but at least the puzzle was starting to become clearer to me now.


She left the trailer every day wearing my Aunt’s street clothes, but Crystal had a closet full of stuff that would be the envy of any stripper’s wardrobe.


“Who are all these people?” she looked around at us. “I know Crystal and Savannah, and obviously Ted and Catfish. “ She pointed at them and observed, “You two motherfuckers haven’t been coming around the Landing Strip lately!”


“We’ve had other business – and business has been good,” Catfish nodded in agreement.


“It’s been slow as shit down at the Strip,” she admitted wistfully. “Some kind of crazy shit here at the Buckman every fucking day. Guys haven’t wanted to come in and get table-dances. I walked out of there with about twenty fucking dollars after I paid out. What about you?”


“Not much more,” my mom’s voice was pained. She wanted to admit she had been a stripper about as much as I wanted to have her here at all. It made so much sense she would volunteer to work here if she wasn’t making money – and that we were cutting into profits at the established outlet for perversity, the local titty bar.


“I tried to get Mrs. Priss here to work at the strip since she was 16 years old. She is finally legal and she says she is too GOOD to work there – and now she is standing out here on the front lawn flapping her tits for the fucking Huggins brothers,” she glanced over at the trailer of her neighbors and added, “and everybody else!”


“I didn’t say I was too good to work there!” Angel blurted out a response. “I said that I wasn’t good enough looking to work there – look how fat I am! Maybe after the baby and when I lose some weight,” she pouted. The girl was a natural beauty with lovely features, but she had obviously very low self-esteem and body image.


“Me and Baby Doll work there,” Candy snorted at her rebuttal as if implying they were not all that special. “Pea-pod?”” she called to her boyfriend twice before asking “Tell my sister she don’t have to be superhot to work down at the Landing Strip – My god, you should see some of the girls they have on dayshift.”


She looked over at my mom and added, “No offense – I know you worked some day shift, but you know how those girls are,” Candy made a mooing noise before her attention span shifted to another question.


“What are those funny hats y’all got on? You look like you are going to the circus or something.”


“It’s supposed to be like show ponies that pull carriages – all jingling with bells and dressed up in heels and fancy regalia,” Conner explained, but Candy didn’t listen to him or it went right over her head and she moved on to another question.


I wondered what mom thought once she heard how casually my brother explained we were supposed to be show ponies. I wondered if Conner even realized mom was listening when he said it since she wasn’t acting the way we expected.


“Cricket!?” Candy pointed a finger at her suddenly placing who she was, “Damn girl, I almost didn’t recognize you! You are looking good, really changed for the better Mamacita!”


“Thank you, Ma’am!” Cricket replied with proper protocol, “We did go to High School together!”


“Best damned seven years of my life!” Candy hooted adding “What’s with this Ma’am shit though? I ain’t no Ma’am – My momma’s a Ma’am.”


“It’s part of the game we are playing,” Cricket explained it as a game – and probably that is how she thought of it.


“Daisy Gaylord?” Candy walked behind the golf-cart and put her hands over her eyes as if doing so would help her confirm it was her. “Pea-Pod, come look at this!” Candy didn’t wait for her boyfriend. He was over with Boogie passing a joint back and forth and ignoring her.


“Daisy Fucking Gaylord!” she smiled gleefully “You got to be fucking kidding me – Aren’t you still with Crack Head Dave or something?” she chuckled at the big girl tied to the back of the golf cart by a rope.


“Meth-Head Bill, Ma’am,” Daisy corrected with a pained expression, “and yes I am –but no, I just call him Bill.”


“You call him Master,” Ted tried to whip his sister with his fishing pole but had to try twice to get the fishing wire to smack her and after failing both tries gave up.


“Master and slaves and all that?” Candy seemed enthusiastic and amused. “I’ve been to god-damned Metro Adult Megastore Outlet down on 38th, Pea-Pod? Pea-Pod – you remember when we bought those fuzzy hand-cuffs and sex-dice?” He ignored her or didn’t hear her, but she continued talking to him and reminded him that it was for her birthday. “Well anyway, I know about that kind of stuff.”


I doubted very much that she knew about a lot of “stuff” at all – she came across just as dull-witted as her sister but a lot more streetwise.


The store she mentioned we had visited that sold all sorts of dildos, vibrators, and sex-toys. “I just thought you were into punk rock or something – this is why you wear that dog collar?” Candy turned her attention back to my mother.


I should have wondered why mom had on a collar when she took off her jacket, but just like the boy I never met who ran seven trailers completely naked to follow us – I hadn’t had time to really think about it. It was a black, spiked collar and honestly – I think I thought it was something of a choker or decoration that she had put on to wear for some reason.


Crystal, Savannah, Lloyd and I had on dainty pink cat collars but all the other girls had on different ones. Ryan had nothing at all around his neck.


“Yes, it’s something like that,” my mom breathed in. I could see her face turning red as Candy talked to her like an old friend. Ted for his part seemed impatient but he seemed to be enjoying letting Candy have a little time to talk. He actually looked like he was hoping that Candy would keep on going and get mom to open up more.


“There is a boy on the porch watching us,” my mom said nervously – changing the subject. I don’t think it took much to change the topic on Candy. She had the attention span of a gnat and moved from one topic to the next without finishing the last thought she had.


Candy turned to look, “That’s just Gabriel – don’t worry, he’s seen me change for work many times.” She was chewing and popping bubble-gum like her sister often did with an annoying and obvious deliberate chew. “Gabriel – stop creeping on everybody – you are making them uncomfortable.”


“Nuh-uh,” the cherubic younger boy with blonde hair stuck his tongue out at his sister adding, “Dad said I need to keep an eye on Angel!”


“Where were you all night then, Sir?” Angel demanded. She went over some of the encounters she had.










“So?” Gabriel answered, very much like an annoying little brother would.


I had to invent a term just for Angel called “Bragsplaining”. It is where someone complains A LOT but it sounds like they are actually bragging about it for some reason.


“My sister and her boyfriend tried to untie me – and I had to kick them to stop. I explained to them daddy said I had to stay tied or I’ll spend another night like this!!”


“So?” Gabriel answered with the same exact annoying little-brother response that made me nearly laugh.


“You have a little brother too?” Candy sighed and chuckled at the back and forth between them. It took me a second to realize she was talking to me.


“Yes Ma’am,” I smiled and motioned over my shoulder, “He is on the golf cart.”


“Well, just be happy you don’t have an annoying older sister who thinks she knows best for you and always tries to lord how beautiful and popular she is over you!” Angel angrily complained to me, ensuring everyone knew that she meant her sister.


“You see? It’s always a competition with her. I got more ribbons and more trophies in high school – they don’t mean shit in the real world, girlfriend!” Candy looked to my mom for support, “I bet you are glad you don’t have an annoying little sister who is always whining she is in your shadow and everything you do that’s good is always terrible – because they think you did it just to show them up!”


“Actually, I am the LITTLE sister,” my mom admitted and motioned over her shoulder to my Aunt, “My big sister always looked at me as trying to show HER up and getting spoiled by our parents.”


Candy laughed knowingly and Crystal said at the same time “It’s true though!” She explained that it always seemed like they were getting away with stuff her parents never would have let her get away with. “I would never have expected you two are sisters. You are so nothing alike!”


“Yeah, I’ve been told that,” my mom answered sheepishly.


Gabriel by now had crept up on his sister and began poking her with the end of a stick while she bid him to ‘quit it’ over and over.


“Pea-Pod, will you stop being unsociable and get over here and meet these people – so who are they?” Candy ignored her sister’s plight and invited her boyfriend over in vain.


“Well, you met my daughter Ellen,” mom smiled awkwardly. She sounded embarrassed but offered no explanation for why we were naked.


“Hello Ma’am,” I answered politely and nodded my head. I wasn’t going to explain myself if mom wasn’t going to do it.


“I see the resemblance,” she looked me up and down and was talking to my bared, trembling breasts when she said that.


“I’d point but you met my son, Conner,” she was embarrassed as she made the introductions and then admitted, “Frankly, I don’t know this young lady next to Savannah.”


“I am Delilah, Ma’am,” Delilah introduced herself submissively with brightness in her eyes. She couldn’t turn around in the harness but it was obvious she was pleased to meet Candy.


“We had a Delilah down at the Strip once,” Candy tried to remember the details and looked at my mom, “I think that is before you started working there. Do you remember her?”


“No, I don’t think I do,” my mom answered.

It came across like she hated having this strange conversation but was making the best of it. I found it hard to believe Candy could not pick up on how badly my mom wanted to stop talking; but given her extroverted personality I got the feeling Candy didn’t much care and was used to it when people talked to her.


“Hey, you didn’t call me Master!” Candy held up a finger at my mom with a grin at catching her in a perceived mistake.


“Sorry, I am kind of new to this – and I guess I call you Ma’am,” my mom apologized and humored the young woman.


“Nah, just call me Candy – everyone else does,” Candy looked at her sister who was enduring being pelted with tiny pebbles from her brother and then back at me, “How much did you make yesterday?” she asked bluntly.


“I uh,” I wasn’t supposed to say how much I made and I looked around slightly for guidance.


“Nunya,” Ted’s cane pole hissed past Candy’s head to let her know he was growing impatient. “We came here to get Angel – her daddy said she can work at the pool today, but if we don’t get down there they are going to think we slept in.”


“I am going to make three hundred dollars!” Angel did that bragsplaining thing where it was hard to tell if she was bitching that it wasn’t enough or proud at how much it was.


“Shit, back when Buford used to come in he would pass out hundred dollar bills,” Candy laughed at her sister.


“Well Buford hasn’t been there in years,” Angel’s retort was interesting. She couldn’t be more than 18 and her sister was probably twenty-two years old. I wondered how long could Candy have been working at the Landing Strip.


“True,” she nodded and then considered Ted. He was the natural leader of our group and looked over at Pea-pod. “Fuck it then,” she pulled off her tube-top revealing slightly saggy natural tits. They weren’t nearly as bulging or stupendous as her sister’s dark-nipple, perky boobs.


“What are you doing?” Ted asked her.


“I am undressing Sir,” Candy answered while smacking her gum – the word Sir sounding sour and foreign on her lips. “I got my make-up caboodle in the car and I can bring my outfits – or is it naked all day?” she wasn’t the least bit scared as she stepped out of her shorts- revealing a thin brown strip of pubes just like my mom had and her bare body.


“It’s whatever the fuck you want,” Ted replied with an amused expression “But you can’t do it down at the pool.”


“Why not, Sir?” she demanded an explanation. Candy was an attractive girl – she didn’t have an exceptionally beautiful face like her sister but she was definitely stripper hot. She was slightly annoying but probably in a way that would push men to want to spank her ass. She seemed deeply offended we were taking her sister and not her, now that she had undressed.


“Your sister is giving milk – so that makes her interesting. We already have plenty of bitches. We don’t need another one,” Ted laughed at the naked girl as she became angry “especially an annoying one who chews gum like a cow.”


“You let me get all the way naked out here on the front street and then tell me you don’t want me to work for you?” her nostrils flared. “Baby Doll is no better than me – Cricket is no fucking better than me - Angel is no better than me – why you gonna do this?” she pointed at the guys over the perceived injustice and unfairness of not being selected. I wondered how she might feel if she really knew what we were going to do all day.


She reminded me of the singer Pink when she sings those angry songs about thanking the guy for a drink but leaving her the fuck alone.


Pea-Pod finally noticed what his girlfriend was doing and walked over to interject himself and she told him just to stay out of it and shut the fuck up.


“You don’t even know what you have to do at the car wash,” Ted mused at the angry, naked girl stomping around in front of her family trailer.


“I know the electric is due, the car note is due, and I’ve got late fees at Amscot already from last time it was due. I know it ain’t just washing god-damned cars for three hundred bucks.”


“You don’t really have anything I want or need – that these other girls don’t already have. If we let every trailer park slut in the Buckman work at the pool – we’ll have too many bitches and not enough Masters or customers. You are frankly very pushy, talk too much, opinionated and you just aren’t that pretty – put your clothes back on or don’t, but we are taking your sister and we’ll bring her back around 5 or 6pm unless her Dad says we can take her all night and she can work tomorrow.”


Ted was toying with her. He enjoyed rejecting her – even if it wasn’t sound business sense. He probably could have made money off of her and she was definitely more attractive than a lot of the other girls.


“Fine!” she fired back angrily at Ted. She wasn’t used to rejection.” I didn’t want to work for you dirty motherfuckers anyway!” Candy fired off another barb in the direction of Daisy, “You’ve got your fat sister and all these older women – fucking over the hill when you hit twenty-nine at the Landing Strip. I didn’t want to work for you anyway.”


“Good, because you aren’t,” Ted told my brother to get Angel and put her on the back of the cart like Daisy.


Candy bent at the waist to pick her shorts up off the pavement. She did it not because she was required to but probably without thinking. Though she may have been showing off her ass to Ted. I have to admit – it was a nice, well-rounded, pert ass.


We saw their father saunter out of the trailer. He was quiet and his grey beard hid any facial expression. He said nothing as my brother started untying Angel, but as Candy started to hop back into her shorts he asked her where she was going.


“Inside,” she answered her father rudely. “I worked all night and need some breakfast and sleep!”


“You can sleep outside,” the father spoke slowly and deeply, “get those clothes back off and go stand by the light post. I’ll be along directly and fix you up like your sister was.”


“Fuck you!” she turned beet-faced with anger “C’mon Pea-Pod!” she turned away as she slipped the tube-top back over her head and stalked over to his old Ford with half her boob still hanging out before she tucked it back in.


“Pea-Pod ain’t taking you no god-damned where,” the biker didn’t have to have a facial expression to make it clear it wasn’t a suggestion to her scrawny boyfriend. “Ain’t that right?”

Her boyfriend shrugged at her and stood passively while she just stood between the deck of her trailer and the fence post.


Their yard was smaller but wider than Ted and Crystal’s yard. There were all sorts of hanging wind-chimes and spinning metal mobiles that someone had hand-made hanging from the front porch. The biker stood under them and spoke to Angel, “You learned to watch your mouth and respect me last night didn’t you?”


“Yes, Sir,” Angel answered as my brother led the naked girl towards the back of the golf cart to tie her next to Daisy.


“You learned in ONE night what you didn’t learn in fifteen years of Sunday school and god-damned liberal public school. You tweren’t in no danger,” he spit out his chaw. “You can ask your mother, I sat right there by the window with a shot gun watching every single thing that happened.”


“You DID, sir?” Angel brightened – one thing she thrived on was attention and especially from strong men like her father. Her bright blue eyes fluttered and reminded me of Tinkerbell when Peter Pan lavishes her with praise.


“Do I talk twice?” he asked her rhetorically and Angel quickly stopped smiling. Their father considered his other daughter. “You’ll step out of those slutty clothes where you stand.” he ordered.


“But Daddy!” Candy whined angrily and looked over her shoulder at us. She hadn’t been embarrassed about being naked, but now she was mad she was being made to do something she had been only more than willing to do moments ago for money. “I want to talk to Mommy!” she demanded once her father’s stone-faced response didn’t change.


“You know,” I could have sworn the man of few emotions actually smiled, “That isn’t a bad idea,” he checked for her inside and told her to come out “right now!”


I thought Ted was going to lose patience now that Angel was tied up and squared away in the back, but he remained to watch this play out. It took a few moments but the biker held the screen door open and out waddled a blonde woman about my mother’s age, completely naked.


Her mother had Angel’s lovely features and blue eyes and her nude body was still very attractive. She had a few tattoos and body jewelry, but otherwise would have fit right in with the “Milfs” from Cherry Lawn – forty something executive women.


She was deeply embarrassed as she waddled out onto her patio so that we could see her. She had a metal spreader bar made from motorcycle parts attached to her legs and her wrists were cuffed to heavy chains around a metal collar on her neck and ankles. “You said Gabriel wouldn’t see, Sir!” she spoke very shyly.


“What I said was I would send Gabriel outside,” he explained to her, “and Gabriel is outside.”


Her son was grinning like a ninny and now, not only was his older sister in trouble but so was his mother.


“You raised two bratty, selfish, lazy sluts and I hold you responsible for their behavior,” he explained. “I should have done something sooner but I love you so much that instead I spoiled you and gave you everything you ever wanted. You buy every damned thing on the fucking home shopping network – who do you think EARNs that money? It sure as fuck ain’t your free loading daughter who should have been grown and moved out by now.”


“I will be happy to move out – I just need...,” Candy tried to take over the conversation and make it about her, but her father cut her off and continued talking to her mother.

“I SHOULD be out riding my bike today, but instead I spend it with you EVERY weekend making these god-damned arts and crafts,” his voice steadily increased with a hint of anger - which I assumed was REALLY angry for such an even-keeled man. “I told you that if you behaved yourself – you could stay in the bedroom, now didn’t I?”


“Yes sir,” she looked at the ground and waited on the patio.


“I said you would spend the afternoon in chains – chains I made in this workshop last night – good old fashioned American steel. I said it would teach you something – well did it?!”


“Yes sir,” she pouted, but answered his question as he pulled her by the metal chain forward off the patio.


“I don’t think she learned jack squat. Angel did – look at her standing there with her shoulders back and her tits out.”


Angel’s shoulders were back partly because her baby bump was so huge that she had to carry herself that way and her tits couldn’t help but jut out along with everything else on her body.


“One of you is going to stand outside in the yard, where Angel was, ALL afternoon. I don’t give a god damned if my club comes by, I don’t give a god-damned if YOUR mom comes by, I don’t give a god-damned if an army of Obama and his welfare niggers comes by – you are going to greet every god-damned one of them.”


“Well not me.” Candy shook her head at her mother as if to get her to agree it had to be her mom. She would throw anyone else under the bus – that much was obvious.


“You are so damned irritating that even as good looking a girl as you are – the best you can do is this little piece of shit?!” he regarded Pea-Pod and told him to get in his car and get gone. Pea-Pod may have ignored everything his girlfriend told him but when her father spoke he listened. He didn’t waste any time turning tail and getting out of dodge!


Candy called after him demanding he stay, “Pea-Pod! He didn’t mean it! Don’t you leave!” but he was already squealing his tires and pulling away.


“You are so damned hard to work with that you can’t make money stripping and these nice people don’t want you irritating their customers,” the biker’s deep voice remained impassive but I could tell his disappointment.


“Daddy – I am sorry!” Candy ran towards him and began crying on his denim motorcycle jacket.


He let her hug him as he stood next to his naked wife. Tears welled up on both women’s faces.


“I know you are – which is why you are going to git your clothes off and wait there until your sister comes home.”


The tears ended as abruptly as they had begun and she angrily let go of her father and called him crazy. “You can’t make me!” she started to walk away from him towards our golf cart. “You going to get some big guys from this cart to grab me and force me to strip?”


“Nope,” the biker said in his pragmatic way.


“Well, then I am going to just walk the fuck out of here,” she laughed at him dismissively.


“You are going to strip right where you stand and leave your clothes on the ground…” The biker was cut off by his demanding oldest daughter.


“Or what? WHAT? You going to shoot me?”


“Nope,” the elder biker continued, “I am going to send your mom out there to take your place and SHE can stand on the corner.”


I heard the mom plead not to make her do it. Candy chuckled and pivoted away from her father – wiggling her ass like a victorious alley cat that had just scored an entire can of tuna from a trash can. “That’s fine – she can do it – not me. Y’all are fucking crazy – Angel, you too!”


“Candy? PLEASE?” her mother called from the patio “Don’t go?” the attractive older blonde woman called after her daughter begging her. I was moved – I felt terrible for her.


“Oh god,” Candy sighed exasperatedly and spun around again to face the two of them on the patio. The guilt of leaving her mom to face this was too much for even someone as selfish and vain as Candy.


I was moved to look at my own mother and wondered, ‘what I would have done in the same situation?’ She was watching this drama play out intently – biting and sucking her lip nervously.


“This is your damned fault!” Candy pointed to her sister as she shimmied out of the green shorts she was wearing to reveal herself a second time to us.


“Me? Why me?” Angel answered innocently – she was tied up next to Daisy with her hands securely behind her back.


“If you hadn’t been such a fat-needy cow who blows smoke up Daddy’s ass whenever he tells you to do something...” Candy had her green tube-top off revealing her jiggling tits to the entire trailer park, “then he wouldn’t expect me and mom to do this!”


“I am sorry, Candy!” Angel apologized with tears in her eyes as her sister stood in the same spot, under the street light next to their mail box, she had been in. “I tried to help you – get you out of here, but you acted like this was going to teach you a lesson – now he thinks we all can learn something from it!” Candy said defiantly as her father instructed her to get her heels off.


“Git your hands on top of your head!” the biker brought out some rope to secure Candy to the street light and made her mother watch from the porch. Gabriel was running around in the yard throwing rocks and smiling.


“I know you did – and I am so sorry!” Angel apologized again as Ted started up the Golf Cart and marched us right past them.


Candy huffed, “Jesus, you are a fat cow!” she told her sister that her “nipples looked like two giant wrinkled thumbs!” her father forced her feet shoulder’s width apart as he tied her in place. Candy let out a tirade against Ted, “You could have had me working down at the swimming pool – but instead, you’ve got two fatties, a retard, an two old sluts and two no-tit sluts and two gay dudes!!”


I suppose I was one who she called a “no-titty slut”, but Ted didn’t take the bait or respond at all. He wished the biker good luck and urged us to frog-march forward with his fishing pole whip.


Candy’s litany eventually faded as she claimed she was the only one who looked out for her sister while calling her names. The last thing I heard her say was threatening her little brother to keep his grubby mitts off her ass, but I don’t think he listened to her.


“Jesus, am I like that?” Savannah asked to no one in particular – comparing herself to Candy.


I could definitely have seen her turning out like Candy, if she was left to her own devices. As her youthful looks started to fade, her demanding and annoying personality traits would emerge even more as she didn’t get her way. I didn’t say anything and even if I had I wouldn’t have been heard over the loud rock music that they started up as Boogie followed us out of the cul-de-sac.


“You should see the guys who refuse table dances from her,” my mom grinned – I heard her even though I wasn’t sure that was addressed to me. “It’s drama like that every night,” mom seemed mildly amused by what had just happened.


I repeated that to myself a few times – because I didn’t believe it.


She seemed “mildly amused” by what just happened?!


No matter how many times I said that to myself – I still couldn’t believe it.