"Aunt Helen?" Faye called out again.
"She ain't here right now," a voice thundered out from behind her.
"Oh!" Faye cried out, feeling her skin crawl with terror as she wheeled around to see who was behind her. It was Uncle Al!
"Wh-where is she?" Faye stammered, trying to keep herself under control as her uncle slowly walked out of the shadows into the soft glow of light that flooded out from the house into the courtyard.
"Off to Oakland for a spell. Said she had something to do for the church social tomorrow night. Your aunt's always got something to do for the church social," Al said mockingly as he stopped about eight feet in front of Faye.
"Well, I'll just take my bags in and wait for her," the blonde said, turning around and walking back to her car. She tried to keep from running as it dawned on her that Al and she were alone one more time. Of course she was older, and the man might have changed. But from the sneer he had on his face while he talked to her and the way he seemed to be mentally undressing her, Faye doubted if that was true.
"She just told me you were coming this morning," Al said as Faye walked past him and started up the tiny wooden stairway to the porch. "You've got your old bedroom," Al called out as the blonde opened the screen door and stepped into the living room.
"Thanks," Faye said as she sighed in relief. At least she felt safer in the house.
"And when you're ready, you can come in the barn. I've got some things I can show you," Al blurted out, laughing loudly as he swaggered away from the house.
"Oh!" Faye cried out loud. She felt her heart skip a beat when her uncle said those words. It was almost the same phrase he used ten years ago! The blonde wanted to slam the door shut and lock it until her aunt came. But this was Al's home too. All she could do was barricade herself in the bedroom and wait.
Faye ran upstairs and down the hall toward the bedroom. Her uncle's sarcastic laughter still rang in her ears as she flipped on the lights of her bedroom and dropped her suitcase to the floor. A flood of unpleasant memories swept over her as she looked at the bed and dresser. Nothing had changed. The furniture all looked as it did ten years ago. And Al hadn't changed either.
"Like it? I cleaned it up this morning," Al said behind her.
"OHH!" Faye cried out again. She thought he'd walked back to the barn. He must have followed her silently into the house after she started up the stairway to the second floor. That only meant that Al was up to no good. "Thank you," she said, fighting down the urge to scream down the walls.
"You've sure grown up since the last time I saw you," he said, standing with his fat legs spread widely apart and his big, hairy arms crossed over his chest.
"Well, if you don't mind, Al, I've got to change," Faye said as she started to close the door on her uncle.
"You don't have to be so formal with me, Faye. You forget we shared a lot one night a long time ago," Al said leering at her.
"You filthy pig!" Faye blurted out as she flushed a deep shade of red. She suddenly felt dirty and shamed in front of this grinning, sneering man. Al had gained about twenty pounds in the past ten years and lost a good deal of his curly black hair. But otherwise he was the same – the same ugly, scarred round face, the same beady brown eyes, and the same crooked smile that made her want to take a bath every time he flashed it at her.
"Oh baby, you wanted that fucking as bad as I needed it," Al said, dropping his hands to his sides and starting to walk into the bedroom. Faye felt a hot flash of panic rip through her body as she stepped back. Was he going to try the same thing tonight he did ten years ago? And this time, it was going to be right in her aunt's own home!
"Leave me alone, Al. I don't want you. Leave me alone!" Faye said, her eyes widening in terror as she watched him reach down to his crotch and start squeezing a noticeable bulge between his legs.
"That's what all you broads say: 'Leave me alone'," Al said in a mocking, high-pitched voice. "But you all want that cock-meat bad."
"My God! You're disgusting!" Faye cried out as she looked around for anything near her she could use to defend herself against the approaching man.
Al just grinned and ran his fingers through the balding mop of his hair. Then suddenly he lurched forward with the speed of a striking rattlesnake. Before she knew it, Faye was pinned against the wall and fighting the urge to vomit as Al slid his greasy lips up and down her neck.
"Ohhh. Nooo, nooooo!" Faye shrieked out, suddenly racked by a series of dry heaves that churned her stomach. It was happening again! That filthy old man was going to pounce on her like he did that July night!
"Uhhhh! Gonna fuck the shit out of you," Al grunted, raising his hands until they were milking her big spongy tits. He fumbled with her blouse, trying to rip it open while Faye fought to get control of herself. Just as Al ripped the front of her blouse open, Faye reached up and dug her fingernails hard into the fat man's forehead.
"Arrrgh!" he cried out as the blonde raked them hard down his cheeks to his chin.
"That's what you get, you filthy bastard!" Faye cried as she backed away from the howling man.
He was covering his face and screaming while he staggered around the tiny bedroom. Faye took a chance and made a break for it, squeezing around Al and heading for the doorway.
"You bitch!" Al cried out, reaching out with his right hand and curling his fingers around her streaming blonde hair. He yanked it back and forced the screaming woman to her knees. "Think you can do something like that and get away with it?" Al growled as he looked hellishly at her. Blood streamed down his chin and dripped to the floor as fire flamed in his eyes.
"God only knows you asked for it," Faye said, too angry to be frightened now.
"Bitch!" Al growled again, raising his right hand and bringing it down hard across the right side of her face before Faye could duck.
"Ugh!" she cried out as the force of the blow knocked her semiconscious to the floor. Faye tried to force herself to full consciousness as she felt her uncle pick her up under the arms and drag her out of the bedroom.
"You're gonna pay. You're gonna pay real hard," Al kept grunting as he pulled her down the stairway, through the living room and out into the cool night air.
"Where… where?" Faye asked dazedly as she felt her feet scraping across the loose gravel.
"Back in the old barn. But this time I've got some new surprises for you," Al said, chuckling evilly to himself.
Faye didn't have to wait too long to see what these surprises were. When Al kicked open the barn door, a flood of light nearly blinded her. He twisted his body to the left, then spun to the right and let her go, sending the blonde spinning into the brightly lit barn.
"Ohhhhh!" Faye cried out as she stumbled forward, then lost her footing and crashed into the foul-smelling dirt floor.
"Juan! Mike! Get out here!" Al shouted as he stepped into the big room and closed the door behind him.
Faye pulled her legs under her ass and folded her arms tightly across her tits as she saw two tall, muscular ranch hands walk out from somewhere in the barn into the main room.
"We were in the back with that new mare. She's having problems with…" Juan started to say. He was big, broad-shouldered, and ruggedly handsome, with a bushy black mustache that seemed to cover half his face.
"Never mind about that! I brought us a little entertainment," Al said, grinning at Faye.
"What does she do?" Mike asked as he noticed Faye crouching on the floor.
"Get out Spike and I'll show you what she's gonna do," Al said, winking slyly at Juan.
Faye watched curiously as the two hands grinned sheepishly at each other, then broke out laughing as Juan turned around and ran back into the barn.