“Yes, Momma.”
Sue Ellen stepped into the hot shower and let the scalding water run down her body. She turned around and the heat soothed her aching back.
She saw Elie-Dre’s light brown back running off. The kid forgot to flush again. Elie-Dre could really drive her nuts. It wasn’t easy to communicate with him, being born with no ears and all, but he was still her baby.
Barely a second or two passed when she heard the pitter-patter of her middle child scurrying into the bathroom. She peered out, around the shower curtain and saw him facing the toilet, but didn’t hear any stream hitting the water.
“Elie-Jay, what are you doing?”
“Making pee-pee, Momma,” he said in a screechy whisper.
She looked down at the floor and saw a puddle of piss piling up. She smirked and shook her head, then returned to her shower.
Sue Ellen closed her eyes and faced right into the stream of hot water, allowing it to rush down her body. She reached for the soap and began to slowly wipe her midsection. For just a split second, it soothed her.
“Momma! What a mess it is in here!”
It was Kimi-Sue, her eldest child. She too needed to pee and it didn’t take long for her to start bitching about the yellow pond on the bathroom floor.
“Wipe the seat, honey.”
“Yuk! It’s so gross. I ain’t touching all that piss.”
“Don’t talk like that.”
“Why not? That’s what it is, ain’t it? It’s piss. That’s what Cleve calls it.”
“Well just ‘cause Cleve talks like that, don’t make it okay for you to.”
“Momma, I gotta pee. Okay, now help me!”
“Just wipe the seat.”
“Momma!”
“Alright! Fine.”
Sue Ellen stepped out of the shower-her wet body dripping water on the floor, diluting the yellow with streaks of clear water-and grabbed a handful of toilet paper. She flung it down on the floor and it began to soak up the pee. She took another pull at the toilet paper roll and used the sheet to wipe down the seat.
“There.” She shot her mean-look at her daughter; she had to be firm with Kimi-Sue or else she’d complain all day. “Now make your pee-pee and get ready for school.”
“Yes, Momma,” Kimi-Sue replied; the words were polite but the tone most certainly was not.
“Don’t sass me.”
Kimi-Sue sat down on the seat and began to pee, looking away from her mother as she did.
Sue Ellen got back into the shower and flipped the curtain closed as she exhaled her frustration in a cloud of steamy air.
The toilet flushed and surprisingly, Kimi-Sue remembered to close the door behind her when she left the room.
“Finally! Some peace and quiet.”
The hot water was slowly turning to lukewarm but that didn’t make no difference. Sue Ellen was alone. Just herself and her shower. If only it could last forever.
She washed her entire body, slowly, savouring every second she was alone. When she shut off the water, she expected to hear silence. Instead, she was startled to hear the loud and obnoxious sound of Cleve passing gas on the toilet.
“Cleve! When did you come in here?”
“Honey, when a man’s gotta take a dump, he’s gotta take a dump.”
She shook her head as the stench hit her. “Cleve, that is foul.”
He shrugged his shoulders, then looked down at the morning sports pages, which were rumpled between his hairy, muscular legs. Cleve wasn’t exactly a looker, but he did have strong legs.
“I need to dry my hair.”
“So, who’s stopping you?”
“Cleve! It smells in here.”
“I’ll be done in a minute.”
Sue Ellen rolled her eyes and held her nose, then reached over Cleve’s lap and picked up her hair dryer. She grabbed her bathrobe and dashed out of the room.
She walked into her bedroom. It was nice to have her own bedroom. Cleve was one pain in the ass, but he provided her with a bedroom. Before she met Cleve, they all slept in one room: all four of them. For a while, they had nowhere to stay at all. But as long as she could put up with his smelly shits and barroom manners, Cleve would always give her a room of her own. It was something.
It was everything.
No more busting her nails at The Route Nine Diner. No more cranky, overtired truckers leaving shitty tips. No more bitchy housewives who complained that the service was too slow or the food was too cold. No more whiny brat kids throwing their half-eaten food on the floor.
No more shaking her ass for smelly old perverts at titty bars. True, she was only twenty-two but after three kids things do start to droop and sag-and anyway, she never was pretty enough to work at one of those high class “Gentleman’s Clubs.” She had to settle for dumps like The Rump Shaker and Big Bottoms where the guys did whatever the fuck they wanted and the bouncers didn’t do shit about it but laugh. No more. No more drunk frat boys she went to high school with coming into the joint and calling her names, snapping her G-string against the crack of her ass, then violently throwing a buck her way as if that somehow made it okay.
No more lap dances and no more twelve-hour shifts. No more coming home reeking of cigar smoke and no more heel spurs from spending too much time on her feet.
No more. No more. No more.
She didn’t have to deal with any of it. She had Cleve. And as long as he got his morning blowjob, he was happy.
“Sue Ellen,” she heard him call from the bathroom. “Come here, honey.”
“Get in the shower, I’ll be right there.” She put down her hair dryer. No sense doing it now if it was only gonna get wet again.
Cleve whipped out his cock and she took the head into her mouth. The head was always the easy part. On her knees in the shower, she tilted her neck to the side as he cursed and forced his cock in further.
“Goddamn. Work with me, girlfriend.”
She wiggled back and forth as he grabbed her by the hair and held her in place just so. She was used to the rough treatment. She got it each and every morning. Cleve said a morning without a blowjob was a wasted morning, and he wasn’t happy to waste a morning. So she took care of him first thing, each and every day for the last year and a half now. But this morning she wasn’t feeling right. Not right at all. Her stomach wasn’t happy.
Sue Ellen pulled away from him and sucked in air.
“Hey!” he said with a smirk. “Don’t stop. I ain’t done yet.”
She forced out a smile and went back to business, despite her stomach churning and burning something awful.
He arched his back and tried to get more than the head into her mouth, which was darn near impossible with the giant kink he had in his dick.
“Fuck!” Cleve was starting to get frustrated again. This happened every morning. “Son of a bitch, I never should have taken that bet.”
She couldn’t help but gag. She’d already had her morning English muffin and damn if it wasn’t about to find its way back up the way it came.
He twisted her neck in a way it just wouldn’t go.
“Ouch.”
“I’m sorry, baby. But you know how I get.”
“It’s okay. Does it hurt? It looks really red today.”
“One of these days, baby, I am going to get that knot out.”
“I know you will.”
“I got the last laugh anyway. Those tickets to Smack-down were worth it, I tell ya. And I’ll get that knot out if it’s the last thing I ever do.”
“I know you will.”
She did her best to please him. He continued to arch his back and grunt and moan. He muttered swears and when she opened her eyes, his cock looked just awful, a sore shade of red with bulging purple veins.
With one last fierce arch of his back, he shouted, “Fuck!” His entire body convulsed and his manhood quivered. She pulled back and the midsection of his cock, just above the knot was plump like a boa constrictor with a giant rat stuck in its gut. He yanked at it until it popped, and his goo squeezed through the knot and splattered all over like one of those old Bugs Bunny cartoons; you know when Elmer Fudd’s shotgun got tied in a knot and black smoke just blew out the sides. One day, she was afraid Cleve’s cock might explode the same way.