With that ominous comment, Hank let the woman go. Stumbling from the side of the garage, Janice hurried across the darkened drive into the bushes. In a moment, she was in her own backyard, standing there below her daughter's bedroom window. The light was out. Sharon must be asleep. Tears began flooding from her eyes, washing down her cheeks. With a stifled sob, Janice fell to her knees, her head bowed slightly forward, her fingers fanned out and pressing against her flushed face. How she wished this would all end. How much more did Hank think she could take? How many nights would she be able to endure him, endure all the torment, the humiliation, the pain he enjoyed dishing out to her? These and other questions rattled through Janice's confused mind as the night air blew softly around her, gently lifting her hair from her shaking shoulders.
But things were not as calm as the woman had thought. Although the lights were out in Sharon's room, the young blonde was not asleep.
"Nice bitch… good bitch, gotta talk just like a dude does to his fuckin' dog."
That call had been made while Janice was out. Sharon indeed had decided to go to bed early, the constant whirl and confusion of her mind making her exhausted. It was then, with a start, that she heard the phone ringing. Why didn't her mother answer? The young woman lay there in bed listening to the steady ring, finally kicking off the covers and padding to the upstairs hall extension. It was Tommy. She should have known, should have hung up the phone and rushed back to her room. But instead, she stood there feeling those strange conflicting emotions rushing through her body. He told her to meet him by the side of his house. He had some plans for her, and she'd better join him.
Before Sharon could protest, he had hung up. Like a robot, she dressed, fighting back the tears, the desire to scream. Tip-toeing down the stairs she envisioned some problem with her mother. But Janice wasn't there… at least in the living room. Perhaps she had gone to bed early. But then why were all the lights burning brightly? Sharon didn't know, was too terrified and confused to follow through her questioning.
Like clockwork, Tommy was there, taking her by the elbow and guiding her down a back alleyway past several garages until they stopped by a small, wooden, brown one. A rear light burning dimly illuminated the rotting clapboard.
It was there he guided her, there he explained to her that he and his dad leased the building for some repair auto work they did on the side. Fishing out a set of keys, Tommy had opened the side door, pushing the girl in. It was then he told her about her mother, about the fact he had seen her hanging there in the garage with electrodes fastened to her cunt, her asshole, her tits.
"Uh… you're lying. You're lying! My mother wouldn't be like that… she wouldn't do things like that!" the girl screamed, clenching her fists and pressing them tightly against her thighs. Her face was red and her eyes rounded in horror. No, he had to be wrong, had to be lying in order to work her up. Sharon could feel her heart pounding as she faced the terrible young man, her pulse racing through her veins.
"Yeah? Man, she's got a mole right here," he said, pointing to an intimate spot on the right inner thigh.
"Oh!"
Sharon nearly fainted. It was true. He could only have seen that mole if… if her mother had been naked in front of him.
"And, man, she was enjoyin' it. I knew my old man was fuckin' around with the ladies, though he never said much about it around me. Guess he thought it would be bad for my character," Tommy said, rubbing his nose and snorting out a chuckle.
"You're lying!"
Sharon's mind wouldn't accept the fact that her mother was a slut. No, it was a lie, a terrible, horrible lie! And yet, why was something in her mind, some nagging suspicion telling her Tommy was all too accurate in his description of what was going on only a block or so away? Oh, God, it was as if the world were ending all around her and there was nothing she could do except watch and scream!
CHAPTER NINE
"So, like mother, like daughter," Tommy said, shutting the side door and bolting it. "And like father, like son." He chuckled, putting the keys back in his pocket and rubbing his hand over his crotch. "My old man likes stringin' 'em up and hitting. So do I. And you and your old lady… well, we're perfect matches, huh? Maybe my dad and I can switch off."
"What?" Sharon exclaimed, her eyes widening while her breathing became short and raspy.
"You know, I ain't fucked an old lady. And your mom's pretty damned good-looking probably tight and one hell of a fuck, if my old man's goin' after her."
"Stop it! Stop it!"
Tommy was talking about Sharon and her mother as if they were some kind of breeding farm! The girl backed away, her head slowly shaking while she drew her hands protectively in front of her.
"Stay away from me," she warned, her eyes rounding even more.
"Yeah, sure. Don't worry, chick. By the time I get through with you tonight, you're gonna be wantin' more of it."
"No!"
Sharon turned and tried running blindly in the darkness. She screamed, her feet catching on a piece of metal thrown on the floor. Sharon pitched forward, her elbows and chin striking a pile of rags while her palms skinned over the uneven concrete. Sobbing, choking on her own saliva, the young teen scrambled desperately to her feet. She rushed to the right, slamming head-first into an old motorcycle. Tangling her legs in the starting gear, Sharon pitched forward once more, collapsing in a heap on top of the cycle while Tommy moved up behind her.
"You're a real mess, know that? You ain't gonna go nowheres, baby, nowheres."
He was curling his fingers into her hair, yanking it up, tearing some of the strands out by the roots. Sharon screamed out again, her hands banging against the toppled motorcycle frame while her legs kicked against the flattened tires. There was a stench of oil and gasoline as the pain increased more and more in her scalp. She jerked one hand back, curling the fingers and trying to claw away his offending hand. But Tommy only laughed at her efforts. Oh, it was just like the night she'd seen Hank attack her mother. He had yanked her hair, pulled her around the room, made fun of her while Janice screamed and twitched like a helpless animal caught in some horrible trap.
"Uhhhhhh… ahhhhhh!"
He was pulling her off the bike, dragging her back. Her eyelids fluttered while a pulse leaped at her throat. She felt her ankles scraping over the torn metal, past the broken pedals and finally off the bike. Her blue mini-skirt pulled hard at her waist as Tommy drew the girl back, back from the overturned motorcycle toward the front door.
"No, lemme go, stop it!" Sharon cried, her fists beating at the young stud dragging her by the hair.
Terrified, Sharon bent her legs and pushed back with her bared feet, her asscheeks rising from the floor with each backward push only to fall down heavily again the next moment.
"There we go, baby," Tommy said, letting his grip loosen on her hair.
Sharon jerked away, rubbing her fingertips through her strands and massaging her injured scalp. She lay on the floor, propping her body up with one hand while still drawing the other protectively across her tits. Animals! That's what Tommy and his father were animals! They had crashed into her tiny family and destroyed it, ruined everything her mother and father had built for the past sixteen years. And what was worse, what was horribly worse was that she and her mother loved it, enjoyed it, cultivated the destruction overwhelming them all!
"Ever chow down on prick?" Tommy asked, wiping his lips with the back of one hand as he stared down at the questioning girl. "You ain't fucked around much. Guess you don't know what the hell I'm yappin' about. Just open that Goddamned mouth."
But Sharon did know what he was talking about. Some of the girls at school had shown her how to… to give head, as they called it. In fact, at the cafeteria once, they had skinned a banana and given it to her, instructing the girl to suck it in and out without leaving any marks on the soft fruit. How some of the guys stared and grinned as she giggled and practiced.