My Aunt Gleemer was a filthy liar and cared nothing for me. After her sister Goldie died, my mother, she took me to Waldo Christ Charities. She gave 500 in silver credit money for them to take me. I was there and saw the money tendered. Also I heard her say, “Poor child, her parents left nothing and if you’ll look for a good home to place her in I’ll give you my money for upkeep.”
Well I knew a fuckin big whopper lie when I heard one! There was my father’s climate control business Gainesville Solar Magic, and our paid for house one block from the Arts and Science Building at the University of Florida. It takes real money to buy real estate that close to a major university. Then there was my grandfather’s horse farm in Ocala, which dad had an interest in — Gleemer was a full of bullshit liar!
What happened at the orphanage was that the parents to be had an adjustment period with the child. I didn’t adjust well. Oh I was picked, taken off, then brought back.
My original name was Missie Baxter, well my first foster-father was Ralph Uriah so I became Missie Uriah. Uriah was a name that sounded like something from a Sunday School lesson to me.
The trial period was one year, but no one said anything about that until I found myself back at the fuckin orphanage in Waldo again. I thought we were going on a short vacation, I should have noticed the road as familiar.
All that was said when I was dropped off to Miss Varience, the orphanage head woman was, “It just didn’t work out with our family with Missie.”
Well I became age 12 at the Uariah family time and probably over the phone they described how I ruptured their son Rodney. Well I did do that, he was always breaking in my room and jumping on top of me. Rodney was a natural-born rapist! He had shown me his hard penis about a week after I arrived at his home. He was fourteen and his parents had spent a fortune on fixing his hair-lip and his bad teeth.
Rodney was a really comic looking fourteen, butter-ball fat, and double chinned. My parents bedroom was down stairs, and Rodney and I were upstairs with a shared bathroom.
Rodney could overpower me by laying on me, but I could hear him unlocking my door and even when he followed me in my room I could outrun him. He was very slow. Throwing things at him slowed him down. Everything upstairs was broken, sometimes several times.
Mrs. Uriah said platitudes when I complained about Rodney, like, “Your very pretty Missie.” Or, “Girls just have to say NO forcefully”
Around his parents Rodney called me, “Sister,:” or Missie”, upstairs when I was in the bathroom he called me ‘Pussy’ or ‘Cunt’.
Well sometimes I stayed in the bathroom too long. sometimes I wanted to do my homework without having to play chase with Rodney.
“How long does it take girls to shit?” he would say. Rodney didn’t have a master-key to the bathroom.
My foster parents had to take Rodney to the hospital a month after I moved in from the orphanage. I smacked the big lug in his head with a Pop-an-go bat. It was plastic and broke cutting him across the middle of his head.
At the hospital while his head was getting stitches by one doctor another questioned me , “So Missie is it true you hit your brother with a plastic bat?”
“Yes sir, ” I said.
“Why?”
“He’s always trying to rape me,” I said, “he says he wants to score with me, but that means fuck me.”
“Maybe it’s just a game. His parents think he is just playing games with you and you take what he does wrong.”
“His dick is hard and sticking out of his underpants when he chases me.” I said, “it’s no fuckin Easter Egg hunt!”
I listened at the door and the doctor told them, “I believe the girl that she was fighting off rape.
She said his penis was hard as he ran after her.”
“We think she makes up stories about poor Rodney. She’s a foster child and has had a rough life.” My foster-mother said.
Well Rodney never actually got his penis into my vagina and so I was a virgin till age twelve and back at the orphanage.
We all had a job at the orphanage. We went to school mornings and mostly washed bed-clothes in the afternoons. Some raked the yard, and others cooked. The little kids could play if they were under eleven, but older boys and girls like me had to do a job.
At first I was assigned to yard raking, now tell me why grass without leaves needs to be raked? Miss Lily thought so, we were to do them in straight lines. Miss Lily, the rake it up supervisor said, “Rake always in straight lines, so the marks are uniform.” Gemmie a break, lines on the ground going the same way! Why? It was time-consuming nonsense and I told her and she marked my card low, so low I didn’t get cake or ice cream at supper, when we had it. I hated her!
I told Miss Varience how bad I hated raking and the big assed Lily, and I was assigned to Mr. Grampus the custodian. Usually he had boys help him, but his two last boys were adopted.
I was dressed up fancy every Sunday because two families Fletcher and Noddles were qualifying to get me. I went on road trips with one or the other of them every Sunday. Both of them were about like the Uriah’s and gushed around about how, ‘Your going to be our little girl.’ Well both of those families were like the Uriahs and both had a boy a bit older than me. Both of them were stronger looking than Rodney had been.
Well I liked learning carpentry and Gramphus taught me how to fix stuff. How to hammer nails, use a screwdriver, work power tools and all sorts of useful stuff. Gramphus was old enough to be my grandfather. My own grandfather was like my Aunt Gleemer and if either of them ever saw me again it wouldn’t be on purpose.
Well at first I liked Grampus because he had a nice smile and he would teach me important stuff. I got where I could use math to measure boards and cut what I needed.
Time went on and neither of the two families completely qualified. I think it was how much you could pay the orphanage to get me as a daughter, that’s what the wives wanted. Both women wanted a daughter, well I wanted to say, ‘So do the up and down with your husband and get one the natural way’ But at the orphanage they tell you, ‘Don’t say much child, let the parents talk — just you smile and nod. So I waited to get in a home where there was a real Christmas and birthdays and things were normal.
Really Grampus was funny looking. His shoes were like worn out on the tops and the strings were broken and tied together. He wore patched blue jeans and a flop hat. There was a little fat paunch sticking out from his stomach, which was weird-looking because otherwise he was skin and bones. His mouth was horrific because right in front there was a gold tooth and all the other teeth were leaning the way and that. I never saw his head with the hat off, so it made you wonder what was really under that floppy, dirty hat?
So teaching me to hammer, from the first day Grampus would go behind me and sort of guide my hands to make me learn exactly how to do, and to get things really right. He helped me in a smiling way. He said, “Missie your better with a wrench and hammer than Morey or Butter put together.” Those were the last two boys he taught carpentry to. He said, “You can earn a living Missie if you keep practicing what I teach you.”
The Noddles finally qualified, they told me one Sunday, and took me to a fancy restaurant to celebrate. Well I told Grampus, I hated to miss my carpentry lessons, but I figured he would be happy for me. That was Monday afternoon. We were repairing the Children’s gym, as it was called, but he said, “Today Missie we need to fix something in my living quarters. Well I was curious about where someone who wore the same clothes and hat every day lived. It was a two room shed, and was dark inside, like a cave. I was carrying my tool kit and had my hammer strung around my waist.
Well it was dark and I didn’t know where the light was, and he didn’t turn it on, but closed the door. He was right behind me and sort of bumped against me. It could have been an accident. sometimes he touched me, teaching me. I didn’t suspect anything until he pressed himself against me and said, “I’m really attracted to you Missie.”
“Well I’m not attracted to you Gramphus!” I said and tried to pull away. Well Gramphus wasn’t like Rodney, and when he gripped me, well he had me. He had an iron grip and I went down on my stomach on his carpet. He pushed up my dress and tore off my panties. One, two, boom, rip and he was in my shit hole with his penis, going up and down. Well it was dark and I had my mouth in a unvacumed carpet where dirt bunnies ruled. He didn’t appear to weigh much, but I was being pulverized by his hands. I heard my blouse rip and I was scared because how could he explain that away to Miss Varience? Any one as strong as Grampus could kill me and claim I ran away. I wondered how many girls he had buried under his shed?
His hands found my breasts and squeezed screams out of me. We were at the very back of the orphanage and no one would ever be out here. He didn’t even try to stop my screams.
After he had satisfied himself with my back hold, he pulled out and turned me over to I guess stab his penis in the usual place.
Well once when I had bruised Rodney’s face and blacked both his eyes Miss Uriah had said, “Missie you are about the most angry girl I’ve ever met.”
I imagine most girls would just say, “OK Rodney your penis is hard and I guess it’s OK to stick it in me.” WELL NOT FUCKIN ME! And I would rather have a fresh Rodney penis rather than a smelly Grampus penis. I wanted neither and I felt my hammer as he was flipping me over and I had tried to drive a nail in with one smack or two before, usually it took three or more whacks, but I was in a half dark place and the head was above fumbling with the penis. His fingers had already felt out my between the legs lips and he was so involved in that navigation that my quick hammer swing crashed his hat and entered his head. He just sort of folded down on me in a splash of goo, brain and blood. The other goo was up in my ass.
Dead, without much sound except a last deep breath he was not so heavy to slide out from under. I found the light cord up overhead and after turning on the light I went directly to Miss Varience’s office. Oh the way teaches and other students saw me and said, “Oh god are you hurt Missie?” I just went straight in. She was meeting with prospective parents and one guy was writing a check when I busted in, and said, “Gramphis the custodian raped my rear end.” I think I was quite a sight with blood covering me, and not many sreds of clothing. I had left the hammer in the shed.
Varience called the police as the check writers almost ran out the door.
Officer Cranroom, a woman drove me to the hospital after I showed her Gramphus where I had left him and she bagged the hammer which she said was, “The murder weapon.”
Cranroom took me to the juvie jail where I met the most hyper-active seven girls I’ve ever seen. I was just 12 and they were 14, 2 were 15, 3 were sixteen, and one 17. They were all fuckin crazy. The made the bunch of bedwetters at the orphanage look like a ideal television family.
I didn’t ask their names, I didn’t want to know them. The didn’t want to know my name either, but they asked, “Did you slip anything in here honey?” They were fuckin druggies and craved cigarettes, pills, something to swallow or put up their noses. If you sat around them for just a few hours they would talk about huffing gasoline, or smelling glue, or taking shots of god knows what chemical. I knew I was at the bottom of a barrel of crazy monkeys after the first hour in the ‘sitting room’ of girl juvie jail. I knew that I was by far the only normal girl in the bunch.
Rose shared my cell with me. I didn’t ask, but she talked about like a real sick person vomits, once it began it didn’t stop. She thought she was fat and started at me saying, “No one like me because I’m fat.”
“No one cares if your fat.” I told her, as I lay on my cot. She had a cot and then there was a sink and camode, both had big cracks in them.
“Your saying no one cares enough about me to even fuckin care if I’m obese?”
“Yeah. That’s a stupid idea, now that oldest girl out there playing cards is fat, the blubber is hanging on her like in jelly rolls, but who cares. She looks like a boy anyway.”
“I’m a bi, and I’m a girls’ girl. That’s why staff put me in here with you sweet thing. They see how little you are and know you’re not going to give me what I want from a girl.”
I knew that a bi is a homo girl who also tolerates being fucked by girls. I never really understood how a girl could fuck a girl.
Rose couldn’t keep quite long and she said, “I like strong, dominating girls who step on me. My dream bitch controls me like I’m on her leash, tells me what to do. I mean as if I don’t have a mind. I want a heartless girl who makes me lick heer cunt all night and then kicks me in the morning, just because I need discipline.”
I didn’t say anything, she waited maybe 60 seconds and said, “I’ve been in here 3 months and my lawyer says I may be here another three months before I’m shipped to the Finnie Girls Reformatory in Starke Florida. I’ll be there probably a year because I was caught with twenty packages of bend. Have you ever tried that?”
“No.” I said.
“Well its sweet tasting and the trip is fantastic. You put the shit under your tongue, and then your done.”
“What do you mean your done?”
“Well for about an hour your out of this world — so go stinking crazy and jump up and down and run around tearing their clothes off and screwing and others like me just lay back and let anybody put their dick or tongue into me. It’s like heaven. I haven’t had a hit since I’ve been in here.”
She would pause wanting me to talk, but I didn’t.
“So what are you charged with honey? Usually the staff tells us what girls are charged with almost before they walk in, they told nobody what a little fluf like you would be in this angry place for.” She was right there were banged holes in the walls where people had hit the walls, and shattered them.
“Maybe I shouldn’t say,” I told her.
“Sure you should say. Everyone here is known by what their charged with. Loretta, the man looking girl whose seventeen is charged with assault of a police officer. She knocked the woman’s tooth out. She may bet five years in the adult prison.
Most of the others are here for drugs like I am. Is your charge drugs?”
“No” I said.
“Some are charged with robbery in stealing drugs. Were you caught stealing?”
“No, I said.
“Sex!”
“Your cute, I’ll bet you were scrunching somewhere un-naturally like anal intercourse?”
“I wasn’t charged with that..”
“So what the fuck were you charged with?”
“Murder.” I said.
“Oh fuckin shit! It’s probably manslaughter, don’t you think murder has to be with intent, you didn’t mean to kill him or her did you? Don’t say — I don’t want to be going to court testifying against you.”
“I meant to kill the evil fucker and I busted his head with my nail hammer.”
I didn’t allow Rose to talk much after that, except for her to swear in whispers that she would be my slave. That word ‘Murder’ is such a powerful word, and that I wasn’t sorry in the least impressed her. In bed her whole body shook in fear of me. I wouldn’t talk about how it happened and that got me more respect from the other inmates.
Rose told the others that she was my ‘wife’ she followed me around and pulled out my chair for me.
In bed I became accustomed to sleeping on top of her. Late at night she would crawl under the covers and lick my virgin hole.
I put my fingers in her place and played with her, but mostly she licked my secret place, my pee hole and was something to lay on. Rose promised to find me and be my permanent slave when she was freed from the slammer in three years. She was sentenced to incarnation for 3 years until she was eighteen. I got out in a month.
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PART TWO: AFTER THE MURDER:Ertha, Missie and Buddy
“Really Missie I wanted you to live with me, but right at the moment your mother died I was between men. Well your mother’s death was such a shock to all of us. All I could think to do was take you to the orphanage temporary.” We were in the Sunday visiting room of the Juvie Hall of Alachua County. I was sort of in shock about even seeing her again. Well Aunt Gleemer was a liar of the breath-taking variety. She could sit there and lie to my face that anything was ‘temporary’ when she wanted me passed off to any family that would take me like a dog that was no longer convent went to the pound.
“Really Missie,” she said, and ‘Really’ was how she started her lies, whoppers, gross false-hoods, “Really now Missie I want us to be a family and for you to be my little girl when my lawyer clears up all this misunderstanding in the courts.”
God I wanted to throw up when I heard that. The woman who took me out of my comfortable Gainesville home and left me like an unwanted puppy on the door step of an orphanage in Waldo was saying she ‘wanted me to be her little girl!”
I smiled and went along with the visit as if I agreed because I didn’t want to rot in jail, and I figured private lawyers might get me out, but I wondered what her motive was? There had to be an angle for Gleemer. She even gave me a wooden hug before she left. She was not much of a hugger – about as huggie as a lizard.
I was also visited by Jackie and Jim Noodles the people who were going to take me for a year as a foster child. I met them in the same room as Aunt Gleemer. They came with their son Jim Jr. he was a big football type guy, sixteen years old and when we were all seated around a table he said, “This is really something being in the bad girls place, WOW! They won’t believe this at school.”
“And you won’t tell them,” Jackie said.
“Missie is now your own sister and you will tell no one she was here. We’re so sorry all this happened to you sweetie!”
“The orphanage seemed nice compared to this,” I said.
“These other girls don’t look like you,” Jim the father said.
“I hope not.” I said.
Most of the girls that day at the tables were hippos with tattoos. We had some new arrivals lately at juvie jail. Most of the new ones were probably trying to get their folks to slip drugs in to them or help them escape. Some just wanted a razor blade to slit their wrist again.
“We are hiring lawyers Missie to quickly get your case before a judge. I can’t believe they lock up rape victims.” The mother said.
“It was back-end rape.” I said.
“We got all the details,” Jackie, my foster mom said.
“It’s good that you could grab a hammer.” Buddy said.
“No telling how many other girls he raped and then buried back behind that orphanage. They were always saying girls ran away. I hope the police check under the boards of his little apartment. I really thought that Grampus the caretaker wanted to teach me carpentry. I truly did learn how to build things. I can fix things around a house.”
“Good,” Jackie said.
“Your really good with hammers,” Buddy the 16-year-old son chimed in. I didn’t know much about football but he looked like one of the big ones in the line that stopped the quarterback from getting away to the goal post. He was big.
“That was unkind Buddy,” Jackie said, “I’m sure Missie feels real bad that she killed someone.”
“I knew I would have the one lick before he got at me again.” I said.
“We know and understand,” Jim said, “your already on my health plan at work Missie. We can get you a counselor if this gives you bad dreams.”
Well then the court battles started over me. The Noodles got the adoption thru before I got to court the first time on ‘Wrongful death’ charges. The Noodles won in court because the adoption had actually gone through. I was not a Baxter or Uriah any more but an official Noodle. My Aunt Gleemer did not give up easily. She came to juvie hall every other Sunday because she held out hope that the Noodle placement wouldn’t work. Also she began bringing me expensive candy boxes. I would always smile and take the candy. Rose my room-mate, and the rest of the ,monster-sucide-prone girls at juvie were impressed by me being in the jail for hammering the handyman. I was the only delinquent who had killed someone. I understand that boys are most often the murderers and they mostly kill their parents.
Ertha a very fat girl who had taken so much drugs that she said the same lines to me every time she saw me, and didn’t remember she had already said it, or how I replied. One of Ertha’s sayings was, “So how the fuck does it feel when you make a man just die?”
Another saying of Ertha to me was about my candy, “Hay Missie do you have a chocolate covered cherry for me to stick up inside me? I hear tell that will cause the virginity to grow back.”
I would send Rose over to take Ertha any of those candies. I thought it was just her druggie joke until one week she said something different, “Missie I think the cherry candy is working I’ve got there of them up me, and it feels like something is growing in there! Want to feel?”
God those girls were sick in there, and Ertha smelled worse than any of the ohters. Most girls said she never wiped her ass after a dump. The matron would try to talk to her, but she would just explain her glue, drug theories to them and smile, she had a nice fat smile. I liked Ertha better than most in there except when she sat next to me watching a movie or during the mandatory lectures about V.D. I had two pieces of cotton to stick in my nostril every time Ertha sat near me.
Well I thought when I went home with the Noodles that I would never see any of the juvie girls ever again.
I was just 13 when i got out of jail, and I should really have been in 8th grade, but the Noodles my new parents had me tested and somehow I was smart enough to go into the 11th grade with 16 year olds. Either I was very smart or schools were very terrible.
Well 11th grade meant that I was in the same classes every day with Buddy Noodles, who did play football. The private school where we went was called The Oak Hall Cloister Academy. Most of the students at the school were smaller kids. kindergarten had to be maybe a thousand. Then middle school was about half a thousand and high school was less than 200. Only about half the 200 actually went to classes. Others worked for their families and maybe attended one class a day or one a week. The school was flexible and charged really big prices, even for little kids who only were there 2 or 3 hours a day.
Well after a week or two at Cloister I understood why the high school was so vacant; the teachers looked like they were about to fall asleep. The kids mostly had work books or individual work stations in class where they actually did do much sleeping. The library chairs leaned way back so they made great soft beds. When I saw how sleepy they all were I quit drinking the water fountain water.
I had been worried about Buddy my brother by adoption. That was because my earlier foster brother Rodney Uriah had used me as something to push down and jump on top of, that was until ruptured him. So I wore 2 sets of clothes around Buddy so I could possibly fight him off and extra pairs of underpants
Rodney already had a girl friend named Beckey Kimber, now why a reasonably good-looking boy like my brother would pick a girl built like a construction worker , a girl like Beckey, to be even a casual date was unbelievable. Even more breathtakingly stupid was that Beckey with her fat hips, and big jumbo cow breasts and arms like a wrestler was the head cheerleader at Oak Hall Cloisters. None of the other cheerleaders looked like her (thank god). She was a mystery that I didn’t I didn’t understand, then one night at supper, and Noodles ate supper together even night, my step-father Jim said at the time we each explained our day, “Brutus Kimber came in the store today and said he was increasing our 40% credit to a ‘relatives discount’ since the event will happen when she graduates.”
“Is that Becky Kimber’s father?” I said.
“Yes dear, his daughter is going to be the 1st wife of your brother Buddy when she graduates this year from Cloister.”
I think I said, “Oh, I didn’t know.” I know I looked surprised. Girlfriend was one thing, wife was another thing.
“You know the little apartment in the back yard over the garage, that’s where Buddy and Beckey are going to live at first” Mother said. They were all smiles about it, and Jackie said, “I’m sure you will be a bridesmaid Missie.” I noticed that Buddy was less joyous than the other two. I smiled big like I thought it was the greatest idea — joining a living hippo with Buddy.
Well it was only one day later after I found out about the marriage, it was after school. I drove home with Buddy in his car. I was too young to legally drive, so I took all the after school clubs i could get so I didn’t have to sit and watch the football players practice. I was in drama, future homemakers, chess club and club reporter for the Oak Hall Cloister Courier. That was our once a month (sometimes) school newspaper.
So we got home and my adopted mother was sitting in the living room with of all people Ertha, straight from juvie hall.
You could tell Ertha had been crying as had Jackie Noodles , my new mother. They were still sniffing when I came in the room with Buddy.
“Erthas been here all afternoon Missie” Jackie said and for some reason both Jackie and Ertha cried for a while. When they got the sniffles more in control Jackie began again by saying, “Ertha says your her one and only friend in the world. The only candy she’s ever had in her whole life you gave her.” and they both started boo hooing again. I thought now Ertha’s going to explain how she’s restoring her virginity with chocolate covered cherries. I sort of didn’t breathe well they cried. You would think people would need something important to cry about. When I killed Grampus i maybe creed 30 minutes that night in jail, and I really like Grampus. Grampus taught me a trade, and treated me like an important person. I liked him until he raped me in the ass and he probably would have killed me to keep me quite. We were behind the orphanage where no one ever goes.
Well I sat down across from the crybabies and tried to look sad. Buddy just stood in silence behind my chair as Ertha and Jackie would cry after every declarative sentence. The sentences spoken by Jackie were: 1) Ertha was raped by everbody in her family, 2) “Until you became her roommate Missie she had no-body” Well that was a big fat puss filled infectious lie! She had never been my roommate in juvie hall. Rose had been always my room-mate.
3) “Ertha promised you that she would get out of juvie and be your slave.” Well that was another whopper of a lie. Rose had said she would be my slave when she got out — but she was staying in for years. Ertha had heard Rose talk ot me, and had decided she would be my slave. Slavery was legal, and people could voluntary become someone’s property, but that was Rose’s deal. Also Rose was my room-mate and scared of me like a slave is scared of its owner. Ertha was not scared of me. if anyone at juvie hall had described Ertha – staff or inmates they would have said, ‘Smelly doesn’t wash’, but I didn’t smell anything bad in the living room, and they would have said, ‘Crazy as hell.’ Well she didn’t say anything in the living room. They would also say, ‘Look at what drugs do to a person’ if they were staff and the inmates would mostly say, ‘It won’t happen to me.’
Well they talked and cried until Ertha and Jackie went in to fix supper. Buddy and I trapsied in after them and sat at the kitchen table while Ertha followed what Jackie told her about setting the table.
When did got home for supper and Ertha had assumed the role of slave. She brought hot dishes to the table and took them back for warming. The family didn’t talk about what happened at school and work that night only about Ertha the new slave. She had been driven to the house with a suitcase of clothes and the jailers had given mother a paper which said ‘Ertha Wainwright is the property of Missie Noodles’ It was signed and notorized.
Then I realized that Ertha the druggie didn’t supply the best friend, poor life, rapeddd at home story, but it was done by Mrs. Futherstreet the social worker at the jail who had talked with mom and given her the slave paper for me. Of course Noodles didn’t like slavery much, but here they were taking in a sort of ‘stray dog’ that no one wanted, and she could clean house and be useful around the house while Buddy and I were being educated. Ertha was a sort of civic duty.
Well when Ertha served me potatoes i got my first whiff of her uncleaned person. Ertha was Ertha, she had not changed except now as a slave she kept her head bowed and worked around the kitchen. I dreaded her coming in my room, and being around her. She was so weird. Well after supper i generally went into the family room to watch T.V. and see what was happening in the world or with the various space colonies or wars. So Buddy followed me into the family room. That was different, we never talked but he said, “Look Missie do you think that girl was really raped by her whole family?”
“Why would a person lie about that?” I said.
“Well you don’t seem excited about owning the slave girl.”
“Well I’m not excited about it. I thought Noodles didn’t have slaves?”
“Well we never did before, but she’s an official slave, and I’m not marrying Beckey until next summer. So if she’s willing, I wouldn’t want to force her, but could she come to my room to sleep?”
“I have a few reasonable conditions Buddy for Ertha sleeping in your room.”
“OK what are they Missie?”
“One teach me to drive and then let me use your car anytime I want it, even if you also want it at the same time.”
“I agree to that.”
“You have to make sure she’s scrubbed clean every day. I mean take her in the shower and make her wash her ass and private parts. You smelled her tonight didn’t you, at the dinner table?”
“God yeas! She smells like the jungle and so primitive! I slept most of the day in school, but that woke me up. She’s the most exciting girl I’ve ever smelled!”
“So Buddy think of your car as my car, keep my slave very clean, you can put your nose deep in her pussy, but as dinner make sure she’s all washed, whip her once a week to make her obey better and Buddy you won’t need your allowance of 25 credits a week anymore because you can be home fucking Ertha? Right?”
“No Missie you’ll get it every week. Do you want the car keys now?”
“Yes, I’ll keep the keys.”
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