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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Our Town - 2 (Mm/f, rom, ped) by Lor Oldmann (jamwad@hotmail.com) *** It is a peculiar thing, but in our town, as in any other small American town, there was an intimacy so close it became part of you, and so real that you felt you could tear a huge lump away and pack in a suitcase when you left. One of the immediate results of this is that any sort of sex seems incestuous, and consequently incest is not such a big deal in small-town as it is elsewhere. At the same time there was also a distance so pronounced it could not have become more detached had the nearest neighbor been an alien from outer space. It is something that is glaringly missing in city life; it is certainly more sinister than anything experienced in the city. Everyone thought they knew everyone else's business, and no-one cared a fart that it was so, because everyone claimed that they had nothing to hide. We didn't even have to lock our doors at night! Yet when it came to the crunch, we discovered that we didn't know a piss-drip of what was going on, even in our own small exclusive corner of town life. Even in our own family! There were skeletons in every household cupboard. A case or two in point? Well, you would have difficulty in finding two families so completely different as the Webbs and the Vernes. And yet they were so typical. When Theodore Webb died, the whole town rallied around the family and could not have been more passionately helpful if the death had been one of their own; there was even a community chest to help pay the expenses of the funeral. Try that one for size in New York city! Yet no-one realized the Webbs were members of a weird religious group that, among other things, worshipped in the nude and practiced partner swapping and encouraged sexual activity - even incest - among their young teenagers. It was the same with the Vernes; the overwhelming majority of the folks in the town were alive to the problems involved in bringing up their idiot daughter Shirley, and were much more into it than being merely sympathetic and supportive. But it came as a shock to everyone in the town to learn that they also had a son who was a big-time hoodlum in California, who had cornered the market in teenaged illegal immigrant prostitutes, and who was facing a murder one rap in San Diego. That is small town America; it always has a split personality, one side shallow and manifest and the flip side latent and frightening. There is an old English proverb: Trouble never walks alone! I can vouch for that. About a week after Shirley Verne moved into our house while her parents were in California, just about twelve days after Theodore Webb died of some horrible infection of the blood, we received another severe jolt to the system. Judy Isherwood, from one of the outlying farms, was murdered, and Jed became a prime suspect for no better reason than that she came to the filling station in our town at least once a week and he chatted her up with suggestive small-talk as he did with all the female customers. Judy was an exceptionally attractive woman. She was also much younger than her husband. They had failed in the attempt to produce a family after six years together and the strain was showing. He had beaten her up quite seriously a couple of times, and she sought consolation and comfort elsewhere. And easily found it! Possibly, this was because of the similarity of the names, she had become known locally as Judith Iscariot (small town America is still male-dominated and utterly chauvinistic) and was also notorious as an easy lay. Jed told me he had laid her a couple of times shortly after he came back from Vietnam, and once again shortly after she was married. He used to make jokes about it; he placed her around 6.5 on his Richter scale because of her hip movement. Police pin-pointed the time and place of death, and since Jed could not provide an alibi for his movements at that particular time and could not prove that he was not at the scene of the crime, he was taken away in handcuffs for interrogation. There were witnesses from among the townsfolk who were willing to swear that they had seen Jed speaking to the victim and flirting with her, and one who said he had heard them making plans to meet at the place she was murdered. And the immediate effect was that the town dropped Jed like a venomous snake. He lost his job at the filling station. Mrs. Chessip found an old-timer to clean up the diner, and, oddly, the lawns ceased needing trimmed weeks earlier that year. My parents still 'took him in' when his dad threw him out of the house, but there was a distinct coldness and an unmistakable embarrassment in the air when he was around our place, so he stopped coming. I had already seen the kind of damage Jed could inflict on a human face when some smart guy from Illinois tried to get gas without paying for it; consequently, I had my doubts about his guilt or innocence. Only my ten-year-old kid sister remained loyal. Deri ridiculed me for my doubts and harangued mom and dad for their shallow hypocrisy. She used to slip out late at night to meet him and express her faith in him and her confidence in his innocence in any way she could! I was absolutely convinced that they were having sex together - somewhere out there! As I said, that is small town America; we think we know it all, when, in fact, the all we know is damn all. The breakthrough came when genetic fingerprinting was brought over from England. Judy had scratched her attacker and slivers of skin and blood samples were taken from under her long, talon-like fingernails. A similar spot of blood was found on the lapel of her jacket. It was only when these samples failed to match either Jed's DNA pattern or his blood group that the police started to look around. The absence of any evidence of rape had puzzled them from the start. Judy's clothes had been disarranged, but it had been a half-hearted attempt to make it look like a sexually motivated attack. Then, in rapid succession, they discovered a footprint that had been previously ignored, and tire marks by the roadside not far from where the body had been found. The footprint was found to have been made by boots worn by Judy's husband and the tire marks had been left by his pick-up. Two months before the murder Teddy Isherwood had taken out an insurance policy on the life of his spouse, and on the night before the murder, according to one of the farm hands, husband and wife had a fierce quarrel that had ended with the man threatening to kill her; such quarrels, said the witness, had become routine. The murder weapon, a wrench used to screw nuts and bolts together on farm machinery was found in the toolbox of the pick-up; forensic scientists found traces of Judy's blood, hair and flesh on it. Teddy was arrested and charged with first degree homicide, and that, to all intent and purposes, was the last the town heard of the affair. The shades of the mind were drawn against it. The farm was put up for sale as a going concern, but there were no buyers, and gradually it was run down. The buildings became ruins; bits and pieces of the land were absorbed by neighboring farms. And the Isherwood affair became a thing of the past. That's the way it worked in small town America. Folks tried to pretend that everything returned to normal. But it was nothing more than pretence. Jed was not offered his old job at the filling station or at Mrs. Chessip's. He made plans to move out of the town. Deri went berserk. And I began to think that my whole world was falling apart. But that was only a beginning. Believe me, things were simply hotting up! More and more I had noticed the family drifting apart with dad away from home almost every week and mom working late every night. At first I put the blame on Shirley, and there is little doubt that she became some sort of catalystic enzyme to speed things up a bit. But then the volcano erupted in no uncertain fashion. Dad came home before lunchtime one school-day. He had his new eighteen year old 'secretary' with him. He had reckoned on having the house to himself for a few hours. Shirley was at a day care center at the school, and Deri was to bring her home with her. What Dad hadn't reckoned on was the weather. There was a tornado warning and the schools were evacuated. I got off the bus a mile or so from home to walk the remaining distance with Jed. When we reached our back lawn there was the most spine- dislocating scream that ever was heard. Deri had reached home minutes before us. As she went to her bedroom to change, as she does every day in life when she gets home from school, she heard the grunts and groans coming from dad's room. And being the curious animal she is, she went to investigate and was rewarded with the sight of dad's bare ass banging up and down between a pair of slender legs, that were obviously not mum's, flaying in the air. She was spellbound until the message finally burst through to her understanding: dad was fucking the living hell out of some girl who seemed scarcely older than herself! She was outraged. And screamed! Blue bloody murder! And boy, when my kid sister screams! "That's Deri!" Jed took off like a rocket from Cape Kennedy. And I thought to myself: he got off the Judy Isherwood rap - what next? And again the bleeding face of the smart guy in the filling station came to mind. But if it was some punk interfering with Deri he deserved everything he was about to get. The scene was all hell and Hailey Mills by the time I mounted the stairs. Shirley was sitting half-way up; she was playing with her fingers, drooling as usual and grinning like the idiot she undoubtedly was. Deri, still screaming was being embraced by Jed who looked like a really angry homicidal maniac. Dad, still naked, was trying to shield his teenaged lover and hide his genitals at the same time. The stranger to the house was wide-eyed and open-jawed, and probably wondering what the hell she had let herself in for. Semen was dripping from her; dad had obviously shot off at the last moment from sheer fright at his daughter's hysterics. "She's fucking my dad!" yelled Deri. The accusation was leveled at Jed and me as if it were a direct command: "Smash his fucking face! Chuck her out of the fucking window!" Dad was puffing and blowing like a pompous old fart demanding that Jed leave his house immediately. Jed was calling him a filthy old pervert who was not to be trusted with any female. There was no way he was leaving Deri in the house alone with him, so he could go and jerk himself off on a folded pillow! "You ever lay a finger on Deri," Jed yelled at him, "and I'll tear your fucking heart out." And he called him a slime ball, and a piece of soft shit, and many more things even more descriptive but much less flattering. Then there was a pause, one of those hiccups in a silly situation when everyone wonders what to say next and what to do next. The front door opened. "Hi! Is anyone there?" It was mom; for once in her recent life, she had come home early from work. "There's a tornado warning!" Continued in part 3... *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not "real life." Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 19