Thread: Freedom on Two Wheels (Salinaahmed & Casketslinger)

Jebidiah opened the screen door and held it for Serena, allowing her entry into the old farm house. What she found inside was surprisingly clean and well kept. Of course the decor left something to be desired, with countless animal heads stuffed and mounted on the walls, otherwise the place was very tidy. Jeb walked in behind her and reached out and placed his hand on her lower back, letting his fingers run over the thin layer of fabric that separated his hand from the bare flesh just above her ass. Real nice huh? Pa likes a clean house, says it's right next to godliness. My sister Mary Sue does most the cleanin as Pa says it's a woman's lot. I'd introduce you to her but she's being punished for fiddlin' with Randall's pecker at the moment. Daddy's got her locked down in the naughty room so I guess she won't be able to meet ya, shame too, Mary Sue is always complaining that she's the only girl round here now that Momma passed on and left us for heaven. Jeb started to ramble but a stern call from Jesco through the screen door cut him off. JEB! I said entertain the colored girl, not tell her our family story....Now take her upstairs and be out of our hair! Jesco hollered. Yes Pa! Jeb called back and then motioned to the stairs which lead to the second floor, although Serena had wiggled loose of his inappropriate touch, he again placed his hand just above the bubble of her ass and gave her a small shove toward the stairs. The stairwell was lined with several generations worth of family photographs, so ranging all the way back to tin-types all chronicling the dangers of inbreeding through the ages. Up stairs was not much different than the down stairs, clean but decorated by someone who either didn't care or simply couldn't fathom what good taste was. Jeb had followed Serena up the stairs trying to trail far enough behind her to get a look up her dress, but was unsuccessful in that endeavor. Once he'd reached the top he quickly walked over to a door down the hall way that was literally plastered with pornography, it wasn't tasteful stuff either. Most of it were blurry pictures of the hairy crotches of European women with their legs spread so wide it looked like they'd just got done with a gynecological exam. This is my room, come on in, I let you pet my doggy! Jeb said as he took no notice of the disgusted look on Serena's face, completely oblivious to the fact that the images might be off putting to someone of the opposite sex. Jeb pulled a key from his pocket and unlocked the disturbingly large pad lock which sealed the door. He opened the door and instead of holding it for Serena he ran in an let the door close in her face. Inside the room a sudden low growl began to emanate from behind the door. Then came barking, but not of an actual dog, it was obviously Jeb's voice mimicking what his poor little slow brain thought a dog actually sounded like. It would have been comical if not for the fact that Jeb gave off a total serial killer vibe reminiscent of the now infamous Ed Gein who'd they'd arrested back in 1957. Come on in....Doggie is a good dog....He won't bite ya, I promise! He likes colored girls the most! Jeb called from inside his room, beckoning her to enter his domain. Inside Jeb's room was vastly different than the rest of the orderly house, his room was nearly ankle deep in trash, dirty clothes so filthy some were literally stuck together. His walls made the door look like child's play as they were wallpapered with pornography. His window was spray painted black allowing no light, with the exception of the single desk lamp which shown dimly from his dresser top. The lamp appeared to have some sort of leather lamp shade, which when examined closely seemed to bore a tattoo emblazoned on it. His bed was little more than a hay stuffed sack which laid on the ground and was covered in several large sticky stains around where his midsection would have lain. But by far the creepiest thing in the entire room was Jeb himself standing there with a taxidermied dog. It wasn't a regal or loving visage either, the skinny black dog which resembled a coyote more than an actual domesticated breed had been stuffed by an armature who lacked the skills necessary to disguise the wound that had obviously ended the dog's life as half it's skull was stove in leaving a large dip. It's lips were flared back exposing the large sharp teeth, giving it a horrifying sardonic grin. GET ER DOGGIE....GRRRR.....HE'S GONNA GET YA! WATCH OUT....HE'S GONNA GET YA! Jeb said, laughing like a moron as he pretended the dog was lunging for Serena, shoving it toward her face. What Serena didn't know was that Jeb had a special surprise for her and if he could get her in the room with him, he'd show her his magic sleeping juice he kept in the top drawer of his dresser. Meanwhile back downstairs Johnny walked into the living room and plopped down on the couch. Randy went into the kitchen and returned with a large mason jar full of a clear liquid that as obviously moonshine. Jesco sat across from Johnny, in a large overstuffed leather recliner. Randy popped the lid on the jar and took a large haul off of it before handing it to Johnny who did the same. The liquor was room temperature and burned like gasoline going down but Johnny managed not to gag. He handed the jar to Jesco who took a sip so large it dawrfed both what Randy and Johnny had taken together without so much as a cough or even a sour look on his face. He capped the quart jar and slapped it down on the table. Alright...I suppose you wanna see the product.....And You know what I wanna see. Jesco said, holding out his hand. Johnny nodded and reached into the side pocket of his sleeveless denim jacket and pulled out a roll of hundreds large enough to choke a donkey. He reached over the table and slapped the roll into Jesco's hand. Okay, you got the cash, now where's the product? Johnny asked, eyeing around the room. Well I don't know if I've got the cash, on account of I haven't rightly counted it yet have I? Jesco shot back, pulling the thick rubberband from the roll of bills and setting to counting it. He took his time too, obvious not used to handling that much cash at one time, Jesco seemed to cherish the act and slowly and methodically counted down through the stack. Johnny could hear some sort of commotion coming from upstairs and although he didn't think the White boy was stupid enough to try anything with Johnny's girl, he was starting to worry. Hey Jess....Is my ol' lady gonna be okay up there with your boy? I'm not trying to insinuate anything but he's looks a little slow in the head if you catch my drift. Johnny asked tentatively, leaning forward away from the back of the couch so that if anything got too squirrel he could get to the revolver in a hurry. She should be just fine, sure Jeb is a bit slow on the uptake, Doctor's told us he'd had the 'billicord' wrapped round his throat for the last 6 weeks he was in his momma's tummy. They said he shoulda been still-birthed but lil'muthafucker ended up living. His momma always called him, 'er lil mirical baby', But if you ask me I think he would've been better off just dying and saving us all a hell of a headache. He's mostly harmless, though a few months back he got himself in some hot water with the little neighbor girl, but I lashed him good for it and I don't reckon your hot lil' light skinned nigger girl got too much to worry about. He's fancies them real young, and I'm pretty sure she's too old for him to be fooling with. Jesco said, stopping his counting while he spoke and then went right back to it. I don't think Serena's black Jess. Johnny corrected Jess. Well she damn sure ain't white....She some kind of Islander or maybe a fucking towel head like in Lawrence of Raiba? Jesco retorted as he finished counting the twelve thousand dollars. YEP, all there, ok Randy go and get the stuff. Jesco commanded the young shotgun wielding nephew. Randy walked to the door at the side of the living room and opened it, there were basement stairs leading down and Randy disappeared down them for a few moments. When the teenager was returning the calls from a young girl began to echo up from down there and Jesco stomped hard on the floor boards of the old house. SHUT YOUR FUCKING HOLE YOU STUPID LITTLE WHORE! He bellowed. Randy came back up and slammed the basement door, sealing the girls cries behind it. He was now carrying a large paper sack that reeked like a skunk and immediately filled the entire room with is pungent fragrance. Randy tossed the bag over to Johnny and watched while Johnny opened it. What the hell is it Jess? Johnny asked, holding up the strange looking bud in front of his face to examine. What cha mean...it's grass.....good fucking dope man! Jess answered. Ain't like any grass we've got back in Chicago. We smoke the leafs, what's all this dense stuff and all the purple hairs all over it? Johnny asked. It's called the bud, you silly fucking city boy! Here give' er a toke and tell me if it ain't the best shit you've ever tasted. Jes answered and tossed a tobacco pipe over to Johnny. Johnny packed the bud into the pipe and pulled out his zippo lighter and held flame to it while he pulled through the pipe's mouthpiece. As soon as the smoke hit Johnny's lungs it felt like it was expanding and he immediately began coughing like he was dying. Holy fuck! Johnny weezed in between giant hooping coughs while Randy and Jesco laughed at him. It was amazing, even though Johnny was high as a rocket off of the speed he'd injected just moments ago, he could already start to feel the silly laughing haze from the potent pot hit his brain. Damn Jess....You fucking grew this? Johnny asked as his eye's began to narrow and a dopey smile grew on his now suddenly dry lips. Yessir, sure did. And that pound your holding now is around 60 so at 12 grand you've better have something a hell of a lot more substantial than yer little motor scooter to haul it in. Jess said with a laugh and popped the top of the moonshine for another drink. Yeah I got that covered, We've got a brother chapter out here and I'm headed there after we leave here. I can have them come up with a truck sometime tomorrow evening and take the whole load off your hands at once. Johnny answered, taking the moonshine from Jesco and quenching his growing cottonmouth. Sounds good, I suppose since I don't know your friends we're gonna have to come to an additional agreement, something to sooth my nerves on the whole thing. Jesco said with a cruel smile on his lips. You got 12gs Jess....I'd think that was nerve calming enough...what else do you need? Johnny asked, not liking where this was going. Sure I got your cash, but that don't mean your little biker buddies don't show up tomorrow and try and rob me of the cash and what ever else they can get their hands on. How about you leave your pretty little NON-nigger girl here for insurance. Once everything goes to plan we'll let her ride home with your friends, Sound good? Jesco said and Johnny heard the cocking hammer of that shotgun in Randy's hand from behind him.