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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
FEVERED FALL
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Chapter Three
I was still mesmerized by the Tommy the Tugboat song. It did
have a pretty catchy tune, I thought, even if it was stupid:
I’m Tommy, and I Tell!
That’s why All is Well!
I patrol the harbor,
Nearer and farther,
And Tell everything I see!
Nothing gets by Me!
“Toot! Toot!” I said.
“Huh?” Brad asked. We were in the kitchen. I was drawing
Tommy at the kitchen table, waiting while he fixed us sandwiches. I’d
offered to do it, but Brad had said ‘no.’ I baked my first pie last
night, and after Brad ate it, he threw up. So he wasn’t trusting me to
make him anything today. I guess when the recipie said “flour,” and I
couldn’t find any, I shouldn’t have put in baby powder instead. But I
figured, if it was good enough for a baby’s bottom, shouldn’t it be okay
for a grown man’s stomach?
As I colored in my drawing of Tommy I sat thinking about him.
He was always saying “Tell! Tell!” but who exactly was I supposed to
tell?
“Auntie,” I said under my breath, to myself, pretending to
Tell. “Auntie, there’s a man twice my age who’s fucking me.”
“Well, dear, give him to me,” my auntie would no doubt reply.
“No, thanks,” I answered her, in my imagination.
(I snuck up on our house today, after school, to make sure Brad
wasn’t Doing It to her again.)
And if I told somebody at my school, that would just get my
auntie in trouble. And Brad too. I didn’t want that.
“Tommy, you’re dumb,” I told my drawing of the tugboat.
“I’ll be finished with them in a minute,” Brad, his back
turned, said to me. “They’re very excellent sandwiches. They take a
while to make.”
“No rush,” I said. “We can combine them with dinner.”
“Ho, ho. It won’t take that long,” Brad said. “Do you think
your aunt wants one?” Rebecca was out back, sunning herself by the
pool.
“Nope, becuase I don’t want to have to wait that long for
mine,” I answered. “Toot! Toot!”
“What?” Brad asked.
“It’s what Tommy the tugboat says,” I told him. “He says we
gotta Tell on strange men who are twice our age and fuck us.”
“Fine,” Brad said.
“Toot! Toot!” I said.
“Quit saying that,” Brad told me, still working on our
sandwiches.
“I’m going to say it every time you come near me, to keep
myself Protected,” I told him. “Maybe Tommy will hear it and save me.”
Brad finished our sandwiches. He turned around and walked over
to the kitchen table, where I was drawing. He looked great; just
wearing his swimsuit, no shirt, barefoot, all muscled with a perfect
tan. As he drew close, to hand me my plate, I leaned back away from
him.
“Toot! Toot!” I said.
“What?!” Brad asked. He put down my plate on top of my
drawing.
“You’re getting too close,” I warned him. “And don’t put that
on top of my picture!”
“Sorry. I thought you were using it as a place mat,” Brad
said.
I slid my drawing of Tommy out from underneath the plate he’d
set down. I held it up.
“See? This is Tommy the tugboat!” I said.
“Yes, Mrs. Picasso,” Brad answered. He sat down in the chair
beside mine.
“Toot! Toot!” I declared.
“What now?” Brad asked.
“You’re too close!” I warned him. “You need to sit on the
other side of the table. I’m just a little girl. You’re a big man.”
“You’re a little baby,” Brad said. He got up. He went around
and sat down in the chair across from me.
“Toot! Toot!” I said.
“What?” Brad asked, frowning.
“Tommy still thinks you’re too close to me,” I said. “Not me,
but him.” I held up my drawing.
“I’m eating outside, with a mature adult,” Brad told me. He
got up. He grabbed a soda from the refrigerator and walked out of the
kitchen.
I scurried after him, taking my sandwich and my picture with
me.
“Toot! Toot!” I hollared. “Wherever I go, you gotta move
away, ‘cause I’m just a little girl!”
We went outside, Brad striding ahead, me following, yelling,
“Toot! Toot!” Rebecca was lying in a chaise lounge on the patio. She
looked up from behind a fashion magazine.
“I don’t need a sandwich, Brad, dear,” Rebecca said.
“No, but I need some peace and quiet,” Brad said. He sat down
in a chair next to hers. I sat down in one next to him.
“Chloe, are you bothering Brad?” Rebecca asked me.
“No,” I said in a small voice. I began eating my sandwich.
Then I leaned toward my boyfriend. “Toot, toot!” I whispered.
“AUGHGH!” Brad said. He jumped up.
“What’s the matter?” Rebecca asked.
“Your niece is acting like a baby,” Brad said.
“No I’m not. I’m just saying ‘toot toot,’ I said. Brad
stormed inside, leaving his soda. I took a sip from his can.
“Honey, are you being a nuisance?” my aunt asked me.
“Umm, ummm,” I said, shaking my head ‘no’ and biting into my
sandwich. “Anyways,” I said, when I’d gotten a big mouthful of Brad’s
sandwich between my cheeks, “What good is having a boyfriend if you
can’t bug him?”
“Please don’t talk with food in your mouth, Chloe,” my aunt
said. I swallowed.
“Sorry, auntie. But I’m just playing,” I told her.
“I know,” she said. She smiled. She went back to reading her
magazine.
Indoors, Brad put on some music, loud, so he wouldn’t be able
to hear me if I said “toot toot” again.
30
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