shed behind their trailer. A luxury, really, considering the lack of space in the park. I’m able to connect the twine, tying it in multiple passes between the door of the shed and the wooden post of the rail next to the back stoop.
It looks ugly as hell, but I’m pretty sure it’ll hold the wash. It’ll have to, because I don’t have many clothes.
Back inside, I create another line over the sink, tied off on the cabinets. I’m a lady, I don’t put my drawers outside for the whole park to see.
I find an old plastic tub filled with weights in their workout room. It’s tough hauling all the heavy weights from it. If I keep biking and having to move their heavy shit just to clean, I’m going to be fit in no time.
After enough effort, the plastic tub is cleaned out and filled with soapy water. The first load of laundry is soaking in it. While it sits, I start tidying up. Taking a garbage bag, I move through the house, tossing the empty bottles, cans, and wrappers from each room.
Two garbage bags later, I’m able to rinse the laundry clean and hang it, starting in on another. The sun is starting to move, and I’m surprised Buck isn’t home yet. He said it was just a half day. The trailer is slowly starting to look neater inside, like a home.
Shep and Buck don’t live in squaller, per se, but the trailer needed a lady’s touch. Being the lady who touches it means a lot to me.
When the clock hits five I start to feel antsy. Should I start in making dinner? At the least, I start baking the potatoes. They’ll sit in foil and stay hot. Without knowing how the boys like their steaks, there isn’t much else for me to do.
Buck and Shep have computers in their rooms. Shep’s looks like he actually uses it, the screen only humming as the computer sleeps. Buck’s though, is a laptop with a dusty cover. He hasn’t used it in a while, so I decide that’s a safer choice.
Cracking it open, I’m happy to see they have internet. The park got wifi a few years ago, and you could just pay into your rent fees in exchange for the password. Mama never saw any use for it, so I always had to use the internet at the library if I needed it.
It’s slow to boot up. Finally, his background loads, and I gasp. It’s a woman all tied up, a ball in her mouth. The woman’s mascara is running and she looks likes she’s in pain. Buck’s got this as his computer background !?
There’s two folders. One says “cars” and the other says “porn.” Just like that. He doesn’t even try to hide it. It feels wrong, like trespassing, but I open the porn folder.
Oh. My. Gosh.
All the things he’d warned me about and more are in here. There are pictures of girls getting spanked. Tied up. Their nipples clamped and things put in, um, all their parts. My cheeks burn and the arrow hovers above the ‘x’ to close the folder, but I can’t stop. Each picture or video fills me with apprehension and desire. A lot of desire.
Between my legs, my pussy is starting to feel tingly and swollen. In my chest, my heart is stampeding. I could be like the women in the photos. Buck and Shep could do these things to me. Buck called it a punishment, but the way I’m feeling now, it’s hard for me to imagine feeling bad after.
A car door slams outside and I hastily close the folder and slam the computer shut.
Buck’s window faces the main street through the park, and I peek through his bent blinds to see if he’s home.
Instead, I see Lloyd, and all my tingly good feelings evaporate. He’s standing on my mama’s porch. She’s hovering in the door, wearing her red working robe, gesturing toward the trailer. Toward me.
Worrying my lip, I slowly crack the window to see if I can hear what they’re saying. It squeaks and I freeze, worried they heard. But Mama’s voice is still rattling on, and Lloyd’s got his hand all over his face, like he can rub all the bad out.
He’s not a nice man and will be rubbing for a long time.
Finally, he storms
It looks ugly as hell, but I’m pretty sure it’ll hold the wash. It’ll have to, because I don’t have many clothes.
Back inside, I create another line over the sink, tied off on the cabinets. I’m a lady, I don’t put my drawers outside for the whole park to see.
I find an old plastic tub filled with weights in their workout room. It’s tough hauling all the heavy weights from it. If I keep biking and having to move their heavy shit just to clean, I’m going to be fit in no time.
After enough effort, the plastic tub is cleaned out and filled with soapy water. The first load of laundry is soaking in it. While it sits, I start tidying up. Taking a garbage bag, I move through the house, tossing the empty bottles, cans, and wrappers from each room.
Two garbage bags later, I’m able to rinse the laundry clean and hang it, starting in on another. The sun is starting to move, and I’m surprised Buck isn’t home yet. He said it was just a half day. The trailer is slowly starting to look neater inside, like a home.
Shep and Buck don’t live in squaller, per se, but the trailer needed a lady’s touch. Being the lady who touches it means a lot to me.
When the clock hits five I start to feel antsy. Should I start in making dinner? At the least, I start baking the potatoes. They’ll sit in foil and stay hot. Without knowing how the boys like their steaks, there isn’t much else for me to do.
Buck and Shep have computers in their rooms. Shep’s looks like he actually uses it, the screen only humming as the computer sleeps. Buck’s though, is a laptop with a dusty cover. He hasn’t used it in a while, so I decide that’s a safer choice.
Cracking it open, I’m happy to see they have internet. The park got wifi a few years ago, and you could just pay into your rent fees in exchange for the password. Mama never saw any use for it, so I always had to use the internet at the library if I needed it.
It’s slow to boot up. Finally, his background loads, and I gasp. It’s a woman all tied up, a ball in her mouth. The woman’s mascara is running and she looks likes she’s in pain. Buck’s got this as his computer background !?
There’s two folders. One says “cars” and the other says “porn.” Just like that. He doesn’t even try to hide it. It feels wrong, like trespassing, but I open the porn folder.
Oh. My. Gosh.
All the things he’d warned me about and more are in here. There are pictures of girls getting spanked. Tied up. Their nipples clamped and things put in, um, all their parts. My cheeks burn and the arrow hovers above the ‘x’ to close the folder, but I can’t stop. Each picture or video fills me with apprehension and desire. A lot of desire.
Between my legs, my pussy is starting to feel tingly and swollen. In my chest, my heart is stampeding. I could be like the women in the photos. Buck and Shep could do these things to me. Buck called it a punishment, but the way I’m feeling now, it’s hard for me to imagine feeling bad after.
A car door slams outside and I hastily close the folder and slam the computer shut.
Buck’s window faces the main street through the park, and I peek through his bent blinds to see if he’s home.
Instead, I see Lloyd, and all my tingly good feelings evaporate. He’s standing on my mama’s porch. She’s hovering in the door, wearing her red working robe, gesturing toward the trailer. Toward me.
Worrying my lip, I slowly crack the window to see if I can hear what they’re saying. It squeaks and I freeze, worried they heard. But Mama’s voice is still rattling on, and Lloyd’s got his hand all over his face, like he can rub all the bad out.
He’s not a nice man and will be rubbing for a long time.
Finally, he storms
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