mine by things breaking and not working as they are supposed to work. Especially when it's a trick as old as sliced bread and something she should know by now. What with her putting that beer in front of the boy instead of me and now this it's enough to make a man sit down and cry like a little girl were I not made of sterner stuff.
Now she stopped altogether.
"What in God 's hell are you –"
Her eyes closed and tongue hanging out all saggy as her breasts, I had to hold her up with the belt unti l it became a matter of You made your bed now lie in it and she fell to the floor.
"Goddamn it, woman."
I was all set to go and couldn 't just stop in the middle like a machine so yes, I used my hand like a disgruntled teenager and aimed it at her face turned all red. It wasn't dragged out and I could see she wasn't too red yet and getting a little air (think her belly was moving) so I wasn't too worried about getting that belt off her and like I said You made your bed now lie in it .
I did unfasten the belt afterwards though and lay her out on the floor and could see she 'd be alright. I had a mind to smack her awake and watch her lick my seed off her lips and swallow but I was tired out at the moment and just let her be. Because you gotta give 'em breaks sometimes no matter how lazy and good for nothing they are. And not because they "deserve it" or it's "fair" but because you push them too far and too hard and I guarantee you they'll crack or backfire, and either way you lose. You put a belt on their neck, okay, but you gotta leave them space to breathe. I've learned that much.
Her natural color was coming back. Her breathing was starting to look something normal. I shook her leg.
"Hey," I said. "Wake up, you slug of the earth."
And I laughed because it was a fu nny picture and a funny thing to say and me and all being me. Her eyes fluttered a little and this time I could tell she wasn't faking sleep but actually coming up from a twisty bit of slumber. Her body kind of gave a spasm shiver that ran up her spine to her neck. She'd be fine. Funny how a person can be both strong and weak like that in the same moment. I shook her leg again and stood up over her.
"Get up," I said.
Her eyes opened all white and pupil, scared.
"Oh," she said. "Oh. Oh, my head. What –"
"Just close your lip, woman, and get your scrawny asshole up on that bed."
She sat up, rubbing her neck like we don't all got problems.
"I said get on that bed and not tomorrow," I said.
She started to and groggy and slow about it. She was gonna lie down probably and fake sleep again.
"What do you think – " I said and grabbed her and threw her face down on the bed.
"David!"
"Shut your mouth!"
I got my knee on her back up near her shoulders and her head turned sideways for more of her squawking but I got my leg covering her to handle that. With my right hand I grabbed the belt off the bed and started in. I wasn't aiming for the back keeping it all below the belt. And I'm pretty good at keeping scars off.
I gave it to her not more than five minutes, that I 'm sure. Not that she deserved any less but I was also tired from flying.
X.
With the pain on my backside I had to lie there at least an hour biting back tears. I would not give him that pleasure though I screamed it all inside. And the boy. Oh, the boy. What was this house to become and that boy's life to become with David hovering over and spitting on his life. But if he ever laid a hand on the boy –
With me I can bear it. But leave that boy alone. But I don't think he would dare. The boy is a boy, but a giant. He must be at least six inches over David. No, David won't touch him. He is a bully who only touches the smaller ones. He must have some reason to bring him all the way out here from Mississippi. That coward always finds a way to use people and he wouldn't bring him here unless he had a purpose, a way to corrupt him.
I thought he was sleeping. Oh God, he's awake. No more. For God's
Now she stopped altogether.
"What in God 's hell are you –"
Her eyes closed and tongue hanging out all saggy as her breasts, I had to hold her up with the belt unti l it became a matter of You made your bed now lie in it and she fell to the floor.
"Goddamn it, woman."
I was all set to go and couldn 't just stop in the middle like a machine so yes, I used my hand like a disgruntled teenager and aimed it at her face turned all red. It wasn't dragged out and I could see she wasn't too red yet and getting a little air (think her belly was moving) so I wasn't too worried about getting that belt off her and like I said You made your bed now lie in it .
I did unfasten the belt afterwards though and lay her out on the floor and could see she 'd be alright. I had a mind to smack her awake and watch her lick my seed off her lips and swallow but I was tired out at the moment and just let her be. Because you gotta give 'em breaks sometimes no matter how lazy and good for nothing they are. And not because they "deserve it" or it's "fair" but because you push them too far and too hard and I guarantee you they'll crack or backfire, and either way you lose. You put a belt on their neck, okay, but you gotta leave them space to breathe. I've learned that much.
Her natural color was coming back. Her breathing was starting to look something normal. I shook her leg.
"Hey," I said. "Wake up, you slug of the earth."
And I laughed because it was a fu nny picture and a funny thing to say and me and all being me. Her eyes fluttered a little and this time I could tell she wasn't faking sleep but actually coming up from a twisty bit of slumber. Her body kind of gave a spasm shiver that ran up her spine to her neck. She'd be fine. Funny how a person can be both strong and weak like that in the same moment. I shook her leg again and stood up over her.
"Get up," I said.
Her eyes opened all white and pupil, scared.
"Oh," she said. "Oh. Oh, my head. What –"
"Just close your lip, woman, and get your scrawny asshole up on that bed."
She sat up, rubbing her neck like we don't all got problems.
"I said get on that bed and not tomorrow," I said.
She started to and groggy and slow about it. She was gonna lie down probably and fake sleep again.
"What do you think – " I said and grabbed her and threw her face down on the bed.
"David!"
"Shut your mouth!"
I got my knee on her back up near her shoulders and her head turned sideways for more of her squawking but I got my leg covering her to handle that. With my right hand I grabbed the belt off the bed and started in. I wasn't aiming for the back keeping it all below the belt. And I'm pretty good at keeping scars off.
I gave it to her not more than five minutes, that I 'm sure. Not that she deserved any less but I was also tired from flying.
X.
With the pain on my backside I had to lie there at least an hour biting back tears. I would not give him that pleasure though I screamed it all inside. And the boy. Oh, the boy. What was this house to become and that boy's life to become with David hovering over and spitting on his life. But if he ever laid a hand on the boy –
With me I can bear it. But leave that boy alone. But I don't think he would dare. The boy is a boy, but a giant. He must be at least six inches over David. No, David won't touch him. He is a bully who only touches the smaller ones. He must have some reason to bring him all the way out here from Mississippi. That coward always finds a way to use people and he wouldn't bring him here unless he had a purpose, a way to corrupt him.
I thought he was sleeping. Oh God, he's awake. No more. For God's
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