Chapter Two

Everyone else walked back into the house, there was nothing we could do about it. I was stunned. I just stood there in my T-shirt looking and the vandalized car. I knew crime was always a possibility but it had never happened to us before. I felt violated and numb.

Our car was wrecked and all my brothers things were gone. Then it dawned on me. MY CLOTHES! All my trendy outfits were gone!! All I had to my name was this pink and white long shirt, the underwear I was wearing and the clothes that Aunt Crystal supposedly took from the bathroom yesterday to wash!

To my brother it was his electronics, to my parents it was all the household goods that they had managed to salvage before we lost our home but to me, it was my wardrobe that I would miss the most. My clothes were my personality, my outward statement of who I was albeit a somewhat awkward statement as I was still trying to figure out who I was as a person. Oh sure Savannah would probably lend me some of her things to make do but the last thing I wanted was to be classified as a bona fide member of Fuckman Acres!

As I stood there looking over the remnants of what used to be the family car I became aware of a shirtless, teenage boy gawking at me in my T-shirt. When I looked over at him I saw him making circle with the fingers of his left hand and inserting the index finger of his right hand repeatedly into and out of the circle as he stuck out his tongue and licked the air. HOW OBSCENE,I shouted angrily at him and started back into the house as he laughed hysterically. I felt like a piece of fresh meat that fell off the delivery truck into a pack of hungry dogs.

"Hard times at the Fuckman" I thought to myself. That name seemed to fit. I wasn't one to ordinarily cuss, but I was so bitter, I really couldn't help thinking it.

The family was scurrying around the kitchen grabbing things from the kitchen counter. Aunt Crystal, who was still dressed in only her black sports bra and her lacy thong as if it was totally normal to walk about that way, was laying out some food and my kin were scarfing it up almost as fast as she put it out.

“This ain't no Waffle House, Sweetcakes. Aint nobody gonna wait on you. If you want breakfast you had better dig in or you get left out." My aunt said to me as she returned to the kitchen causing my mom to roll her eyes. Just like her daughter, my Aunt's southern drawl came and went with her mood.

“Grumbling and mumbling isn't going to put your stuff back in your Car! Aren't you at least going to eat?" My Aunt asked as she saw that my parents were just sitting in the living room sulking. They just looked up at her, in polite silence.

"My food's not good enough for Patricia and her fancy family?" My Aunt offered the barb somewhat playfully, but abandoned any attempts at what she considered levity when no one returned her sassy jokes.

My mom just gave her rude look and when back to consoling my dad.

"Suit your self, Ted, you better getting in here before it's all gone!" Ted came bounding into the cluttered kitchenette scratching his ass, and cutting a fart at the same time without the least bit of shame.

"Beans, Beans, good for your hart, something something, the more you shit" he was in a good mood as he made up a song to go with his previous rude toot. "You better let the bathroom air out for a while, if I were you!!" he added while fanning his hand in front of his nose. "Nothing like a good dump first thing in the morning to stimulate your appetite.he said out loud to no one in particular.

GROSS! I thought to myself. This is all really a dream right? I mean any minute I am going to wake up and find myself back in my own comfortable bed.

Then Lloyd pinched me on the butt causing me to shriek as he said grinning, "Move it, babe! Your blocking the food".

I wanted to slap him silly. The stern look my mom gave me was a warning to just let it go.

All I said was "I am not your babe!" as I stepped aside from the food, and let My Aunt and her family go at it.

When they were through there was only one piece of toast left and as I was going to reach for it Uncle Ted snatched up off the plate. "If you are not going to eat that, I'll get rid of it for you. No sense in wasting food."Then in one giant gulp it was gone!

After they scarfed down breakfast, my brother and Cousin's ran into our shared bedroom. Lloyd grabbing at Conner's DS and asking "Just let me show you something with it" excitedly and Conner trying desperately to hang on to his one remaining electronic device. Savannah following behind bored and surly.

My Aunt was talking to my mom and I overheard a bit. "Look, you are a Darville, that's family. I won't kick y'all into the street. Lord knows, I've needed help through the years and always looked to my family when times got hard."

"Crystal, you know that we would have given you money if we had money!" My mom seemed to find some hidden insult in what my Aunt was saying.

"Hey, you did the best you could. I don't hold it against it you. It's water under the bridge, I am your little sister, and I'll always be your little sister!" she seemed to be winking at my Dad who just seemed to sigh back at Crystal, as if to say "Please do not wink at me". My Dad is one of the guys who can so much with a look, or just how he exhales.

My mom seemed like she was going to correct my Aunt or say something to defensive. I must have appeared to be obviously eaves-dropping because my mom got quiet and told to me to "Go in the other room with your Cousins, honey."

I was still hungry as I really didn't get anything to eat, but I felt that it was best to be polite and mindful of my mom. I silently thought to myself I'd make it up at lunch time and try to be a little more assertive about snagging a bite to eat. Their food wasn't the best quality, but I suppose if I got hungry enough, it would do.

I felt a little weird still being in the Strawberry Shortcake night shirt, and my Uncle Ted was giving me the creeps looking at me. I asked my Aunt if I could have the clothes she washed for me, the night before.

"You think this is turn down service? Laundry day is Wednesdays, unless we run out of quarters on Wednesdays that is" She said laughing.

"Okay, well where are the clothes?" I said not really too concerned, I'd have to wear them for a few days. It wasn't the worst thing in the world.

"Why, you wanna see if your Mary Jane, still in your pockets?" My Aunt teased.

"What no." I said, and then changed the subject which probably made me seem guilty, but I had no idea how it got in my pants pocket and the whole topic made me uncomfortable.

"Did you know you sound like Kim Carnes, the singer of Bette Davis Eyes?" I said instead of my Aunt's scratchy voice.

"Well, drinking whiskey and smoking cigerettes will do that to you." she puffed on a smoke and adding a little hyperbole "That song has to be one hundred years old"

Laughing at first "I am a fan of 80's music, my mom had some old songs on cassette in the car." I realized that my attempt to change the subject only brought up the memory of the recent lost of everything in our car, so my laughter quickly faded.

"Okay, then...So the clothes? They are where?"

I was directed to some sort of universal laundry pile, that Ted explained was the "Definitely dirty" pile. He started to point out several other seemingly random piles of clothes that were sorted according to "How possibly clean they may be", starting with "not that bad" and ending in the Definitley dirty pile.

My stuff was on the top, right next to some greasy overalls that were covered in axle grease and who knows what else.

My clothes were ruined. They were so gross I could even pick them up off the floor. Someone had done that on purpose! They couldn't have gotten that disgusting just lying on the floor like that. I was so angry I wanted to scream! Whoever did this was going to pay! First all my trendy outfits were stolen from our vehicle and now the only good set of clothes I had were like totally trashed.

I stomped out into the living room and looking directly at my Aunt yelled, "WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY CLOTHES? THEY'RE RUINED!”

Before I could say anything more my dad interrupted me, "watch your tone, young lady. That? no way to talk to your elders.

I lowered my head and replied, "Sorry Daddy.”

Aunt Crystal wasn't surprised at all by my outburt, she seemed to actually be amused. She just said "Man, it sucks to be someone's 'elders', doesn't it?"

My mom asked me to explain what I was so upset about and I told her what I had found in the utility room. My aunt just shrugged it off. Don't fret Sweetcakes, Savannah will surely lend you some of her things. In the meantime, what you've got on is practical for the summer time.”

Practical maybe, but they were embarrassing nonetheless. I decided just to leave without saying another word. I stomped down the hall and when I entered the bedroom I found the boys still struggling over the Nintendo while Savannah looked on bored.

“Listen Savannah, somebody trashed my only remaining set of clothes. Could I borrow one of your outfits until I can get more of my own to wear?”

Savannah looked up grinning. maybe . . . what? Is it worth to you?”

“What?! Whaddya mean what? worth to me? Your mom said you let me borrow something to wear. Besides, you know I don't have anything to give you.”

“Okay, just wear that silly Strawberry Shortcake shirt for, like, forever. No skin off my ass. You could always go buy yourself some clothes. Oh wait, you can't! You?e poor like us now!she giggled sadistically.

I stood there stunned. She tried to seem busy, but the room was pretty spartan. Other than a few Guns and Roses and Metallica posters and those 8X10 mirror you can win at the County Fair, there wasn't much of anything on the walls. Savannah looked anyway.

“Can I please borrow something else to wear . . . just for a little while?

Savannah puckered her lips mockingly and said "Aren't you gonna say pretty please with sugar on top?" then she added 的 suppose if you were willing to play the game of Life again I guess I could lend you something for a little while.”

Just then my mom came into the room and told Conner and I that Ted was taking her and my dad down to the county hall to see about filing a police report about the car and to apply for county benefits and maybe see about getting a job. She said Aunt Crystal was going to stay home to keep an eye on us and that we shouldn't give her any trouble. Conner and I promised and with that she left.

“I promise to be good mommy . . .Savannah quipped teasingly. what are you, like 8 years old or something?”

“Lets just get on with it.frustrated and hungry, I agreed to the game.

“Okay by me. Boys, stop playing with the thing in your hand." she said with a hint of double entendre' "We're going to play the game of Life.

“ALL RIGHT!Lloyd exclaimed. "Is she going to play by the rules or is she going to wuss out again?”

“Here is the deal, Ellen. I'll pick put one of my favorite outfits for you and let you wear it for the rest of the day IF you play the entire game according to the rules until we have a winner. Deal?”

I agreed and we all sat down at the board and picked out our game pieces. We played for several minutes advancing around the board until Conner landed on a Community Chest space. He read the card, "Give the person across from you a Wedgie." My brother got a weird look, scrunching his nose and knotting his brow. "Wedgie? do I have too?”

The person across from him was Savannah. I squinted my eyes, secretly thrilled that she was going to get it. "Yes, you HAVE to! " There was no way I wanted him to weasel out of it. I wanted to see this!

Conner stood up went over to Savannah and just looked at her not doing anything. "All she has on is a long shirt like you, what do I wedge?" he asked confused.

“Oh for heaven? sakes. I've got panties on you dipweed." Savannah said as she stood up as if she could care less what my brother was about to do. "Go on, we haven't got all day, ya know.”

Conner carefully reached under Savannah's night shirt and then suddenly pulled his hand back away from her bottom. "I don't know if we should be doing this. I mean Aunt Crystal might not like it.”

“Fuck her" Lloyd said of his mom. "MA, IS IT OKAY IF CONNER GIVES SAVANNAH A WEDGIE. WE'RE PLAYING A GAME.he yelled into the living room.

“Whatever . . " .came the disinterested reply from the living room.

“See . . . go ahead dude. Now you've got permission.

Savannah just rolled her eyes. Conner took a deep breath and a once again reached out to slide his hand under her Motley Crue shirt when Savannah just hiked it up exposing her panties to the room. The look on my brother's face was amazing. His eyes were bugging out and his mouth was wide open. "What is the matter kid. Never seen a girl's panties before?”

“Yeah, sure I have,he said trying to sound bold. it's just that these are so pretty.”

Rolling her eyes again Savannah sighed, "Oh good grief! they were simple white cotton panties not unlike my own.

"These are ordinary panties, they cover more than most bikinis do. Do I have to hike them for you?"

Conner then grabbed a fist full of material and yanked her panties high up between her legs. My brother, being smaller than Savannah and several years younger, didn't really cause her any pain but she did look ridiculous and the boys laughed anyway. When he was through, he went over to sit back down and I noticed a distinct bulge in his pajama bottoms. My own brother was aroused!

"Hard Times at the Fuckman" Savannah said while re-adjusting the panties under her long black shirt.

"Did it hurt, or because you have no weiner, it doesn't?"

"You slid them up the crack of my ass, Einstein, I've got an asshole." rolling her eyes in response.

I wasn't sure I liked this game at all, but I did have to admit liking the fact that Savannah had to endure that little Wedgie in front of us. It served her right for making me play this stupid game. We continued the game moving our mismatched pieces around the board when Samantha landed on a Community Chest space. As she looked at her card she smiled from ear to ear. "Paybacks are hell, dude.

Conner gulped, adjusting his own pajama trousers instinctively "What does it say?"

Savannah stood up and handed my brother her card and as he read aloud, "Depants the person across from you." in the slow stuttering way someone with very limited reading ability would do. The words fully sunk in Savannah had grabbed his pajama bottoms and underwear, yanking them to the floor stunning my poor brother leaving him standing there naked, almost fully erect and frozen in fear!

HOLY CRAP I was seeing my brother's penis. I almost fainted but I was fascinated too. I couldn't help but look. He had grown some since I last saw him naked like when he was maybe 9 or so. Sam and Lloyd were laughing hysterically. He even had the start of some pubic hair, and fully erect his cock stood at a proud six inches at least!

“What's that for you little horndog? Excited to see your sister looking at your nuts?" Savannah teased pointing at his boner as she sat down again at her place at the board.

All the color had left Conner's face as he stood there for a few moments. Then finally realizing that he didn't have to stand there naked he quickly stooped down and began wiggling his bottoms back up until he was covered once again, reaching in for a quick tuck and adjustment to hide his erection.

“Good on ya, dude!" Lloyd said slapping him on the back. "way to play the game!" Conner began laughing too now and seemed to get into the spirit of things.

"I LIKE this game!" Conner said laughing as he asked whose turn it was.

"Ellen's turn" Savannah announced.

Nervously I took my turn and landed on a Chance square. "now what?" I asked. "There are no chance cards.looking for them.

Lloyd smiled and explained that in a chance square, I'd have to spin a wheel and then look it up by number. "We used to have Chance cards, but they got all sticky, someone prolly spooged on them."

At the time, I wasn't sure what "spooge" was, but had I known I probably would have made an even more disgusted face.

Savannah grabbed the board out of the game box and held it up to her chest so I couldn't see. I just looked at her. "Go on, spin the wheel, or are you a PUSSY?”

Defiantly, I spun the wheel and it landed on number 3. Then I had to spin the wheel another time to determine who I am paired with."

“DAMN THIS IS GOING TO BE GOOD!" Lloyd shouted out as if he already knew the answer.

Savannah studied the chart, though I doubted that she really had to do that. I think she only read it aloud for my benefit as she was smiling from ear to ear again. "Hmmm, number three, french kiss for 5 minutes, "You are paired with me, girly girl."

"Oh Hell No!" I said alarmed.

"Who did you want it to be? Your Brother or Lloyd?"

"No one, this game is perverted!" I crossed my arms in front of my chest, I'd hardly ever kissed a boy before, and I had never French-kissed anyone EVER. It was always just sort of playful flirty kisses and not more than a peck. Not that the idea of putting my tongue in some cute guy's mouth hadn't crossed my mind before. Its just that I had never done it before and certainly not to a girl!!

Everyone was looking at me to see what I was going to do. "Go on, I did mine!" Conner reminded me before adding "It doesn't mean you are lesbian."

His remark made me feel guilty. He was a good sport, and endured being exposed to the room and could now laugh about it. I'd lose his respect if I tried and weaseled out of this now. Looking at Savannah I could tell that she was probably only acting so eager about this because she didn't think I could or WOULD do it. I knew that if I caved now I would be picked on mercilessly by all of them for the rest of my stay here. I knew I had to show I wasn't a push over . . . no matter how disgusting this was.

I swallowed hard.. Trying to act all confident-like, I leaned over and put my lips against Savannah's admittedly very soft lips. I began to awkwardly to slip a little of my tongue into her open mouth when she took over and practically choked me with her own tongue. She wiggled it around practically raping me with that thing of hers! My heart was racing and I was a confused pile of emotions. I hated it. It was disgusting. It's not so bad. It feels kind of nice actually. WHAT AM I THINKING?! It's revolting! I couldn't help but notice I was getting wet down below. I was so confused! Then I felt her hand squeezing my left boob!

I could hear my brother singing "I kissed a girl, and I Li-iked it, Cherry Chapstick.." a song he was butchering by Katy Perry. Lloyd had joined it and together they managed to mangle it until I started to giggle at the awkward of this.

I could taste Eggs and Rootbeer on Savannah's breath. I tried not to think about it, as I backed away my lips to ask "How do we know when time is up?"

"Shit, so precise, so many rules" Savannah said pushing me by the chest on to my mattress. "It's not exact five minutes." Then she asked Conner and Lloyd if they were satisfied it had been long enough and they both grinned and nodded yes.

Savannah kept looking at me grinning for a moment then she winked at me!

What the fuck? Is she a lesbian? This whole family is just weird I thought to myself.

Savannah took her turn and again we went around the board, a few times more. It was still morning but it was already hot and stuffy in the bedroom and no interesting cards were drawn.

“This is boring! Lets play dodge ball!" Lloyd pleaded.

Savannah denied his first choice, then his second, then his third.

He started making up things just for fun. "Doucheformers, assholes in disguise?"

"Ehh, you aren't even funny" she rolled her eyes to his Transformers reference.

"Okay..how about hide the bologna?" Lloyd sneered "I can go get Ted"

This was some inside joke of theirs, because Savannah smacked her brother hard and said "Don't even go there, besides Ted is in town with their parents"

"Don't you have to call him Step Dad or something?" Conner asked of their mom's girlfriend

"He's lucky I don't call him asshole, like I did the last guy. I think his name was Calvin or something." Savannah replied casually. "Ted's been here 4 months, which is pretty long for my Mom's relationships, we stopped calling them daddy long time ago."

Conner seemed to get the hint that he should just let that go.

"Dick, Dick Goose?" Lloyd said cracking up at his own parodies of game suggestions.

"How about Cowboy's and Inyuns?" Savannah said seriously.

"Oh yeah, that sounds like fun!" Lloyd said while Conner and I looked on confused.

"Isn't that a game for like three year olds?" Conner said mockingly, eyeing his Gameboy DS, state of the art in handheld electronics.

"Not the way we play, you'll see" Lloyd said, already digging through his meager pile of game pieces for an fake indian feathered headband a few other things for the game. We play it down by the Quarry." then he added "Guys will be cowboys, girls are inyuns.".

"I guess so, these two don't know how to play, so it makes sense if we split it up that way, cool with you guys?" Savannah's question was more of a statement that it would be, because she didn't wait for our response.

"We need a break from here, blow the stink off ya" Lloyd said slapping Conner hard on the back. "I'll run ahead and see if I can get a few of my friends to play too."

Lloyd had on a pair of jeans, and he slipped on a football jersey and began running out the door. He was built like an athlete, and it was obvious he liked to play games involving sports and running by the way he seemed to light up at the idea of this game.

Savannah stood up around the same time, and sauntered over to the closet, put her finger to her lips to look for some clothes and began to suck on it playfully. "Hmmm, this looks kinda like an Indian thing".

It was a Tim McGraw shirt, and a pair of skin tight jeans. She slipped off her shirt revealing a lacy bra and the panties we had seen earlier.

Conner's face lit up, and it almost seemed as if Savannah was testing him playfully to see if she could shock him, possibly shock me. "It's Victoria secret" she said turning to me and indicating her bra"You like it? Crystal bought it for me."

I just smiled back at her, unsure what to say.

"We've got the whole summer, and sharing one hot room. I know you've got to have done some sleep overs or showered in the gym or something, jeez." She said dismissively to the two of us.

We had each had our own room, and plenty of privacy. In addition, it had constantly been reinforced to us, not to show our "privates" to anyone. So this was a sudden shock to the system to my brother and I.

"Conner? Are you going to change into YOUR clothes, or waiting for an engraved invitation?" adjusting quickly to his surroundings Conner took the outfit he had on the day before (his only other outfit besides his Pajamas) and sheepishly changed without removing his underwear.

"Oh no one is gonna look at your peachfuzz and pink pudgy little boy-boobs" Savannah teased without looking at him.

"What about me? What can I wear?" I asked.

"Well, we didn't finish the game of Life, so why would I loan you something?"

"Thats BS, Savanah, I played it."

"Derp, Did you finish it?" she mocked adding "Look, it's hot, I am bored, you look fine for the Fuckman. Half the black families don't put a diaper on a kid til they are about your age" she joked dismissively.

"Won't your Mom stop me from leaving like this?" I asked waiting for parental supervision to help give me an excuse not to wear this Strawberry Shortcake Nightshirt out of the house again. I made a mental note to get rid of it as soon as I could, I was too old to wear something this corny.

She grabbed us both by our hands, and led us out of the room "Ma Going to Play, Tell Ellen she looks lovely."

"Whatever..Lovely" Aunt Crystal said disinterested and engrossed in her TV show.

We were already out the screen down and passed their big dog's Zeus and Ares and running down the block. Row after row of single-wide boxes most with piles of junk and derelict cars parked helter-skelter in any place that they would fit.

"I've got no shoes on!!" I said hoping she'd stop.

"Neither do I?" she laughed.

"Yeah, but you must be used to it."

"Yeah, it'll toughen you up, come on, jog, and your feet won't get so hot on the pavement."

Conner said trying to keep up with us "Where are we going?"

“Just up the street. There is an old rock quarry not far from here that we sometimes plat at. It beats getting run over by traffic around here.”

"ROCK QUARRY?"

"Yeah, it used to employ a lot of people, but it closed down. Almost no one goes there any more." running slightly ahead of us.

When we finally reached the overgrown fence leading into the abandoned quarry I wasn't surprised to see they had defaced the sign to this one too. "Cock Quarry?" I asked skeptically.

"Yeah, funny right?" Savannah asked as she started looking for signs of her brother as we pressed further into the spooky old quarry.

"Funny's not the word I'd call it, I am already calling it the Fuckman, if my mom hears me cussing.."

"She'll what?"

"I don't know, but she'll probably be mad. Ground me?"

"Ground you from going where? The nearest mall is way back where you come from, Ted and Crystal dominate the TV, what is grounding going to do?" Savannah said.

I shivered. Even though it was hot outside, every now and then a strong breeze cut through the quarry rocks. Add to the fact, I was nervous and felt defenseless in the thin night shirt.

"STICK EM UP, SKY HIGH!!" Lloyd jumped out from behind a tree with a cowboy hat on two sizes too small, holding a plastic gun.

"Uh, what?" I asked in confusion.

"Get em, Pardner!" Lloyd called out Conner who standing behind us tried grabbing Savannah and me.

Savannah gave kicked her leg backwards hard and sent Conner sprawling to the ground, then she bolted chanting "Wha-Wha-Wha-Wha!" in a mock indian warcry.

I wasn't sure what to do, so I turned around and bent over Conner to check on him. "Time out guys, I think Conner is hurt".

Lloyd came up behind me, and put the plastic toy gun to my back. At least that is what I thought it was when I told him to knock it off. He put it right up to my throat, it was some sort of weird switch blade type knife.

"Lloyd, what the heck? No!!"

"Good distraction, little buddy..way to play possum!" Lloyd called out to Conner tossing him the plastic gun.

Conner sat up smiling, took the gun and said "Thanks, Deadeye!"

"Was there instructions to this game before hand? I don't know my part in this That feels like a real knife!!" I said worried.

"Aint no instructions for Indians, your name is Poke-a-hawtass, the Indian Princess, and this knife is for scalpin' Inyuns, who don took my jobs!" Lloyd was playing his character, but making no sense to me.

"Durk-A-Durr!!" Conner blurted out with a grin on his face, pointing the plastic gun in front of me.

"Guys, some one could get hurt!" I said, holding my arms up. I was helpless to my Cousin Lloyd.

"Sack-a-Ya Bull-shit!! Indian Warrior Queen HI-YA!!" Savannah screamed calling out her indian pretend name, making it sound like a dirty version of Sacajawea. At the same time striking Lloyd across the back with a stick she must have picked up in the Quarry.

"Run, Pocahawtass!! Run to our base!" she urged and then turned and fled deeper into the quarry.

"What, where is our base? I don't want to play this!" I called out to her, as she fled like a fox down a hole.

Conner seemed a little reluctant to grab me, so while Lloyd started to get up, I ran in the general direction I'd seen Savannah run.

Straight into two boys about my age on Bikes, who caught up to me quickly on the dirt road around the Quarry.

"Whoa, Hey there Inyun, where ya goin?" said one of the boys, as they came to a stop treating their bikes like imaginary horses.

"I am not an Inyun, it's Indian anyway." I corrected "I don't want to play"

"Well that is too bad, you see it's wild west times now." the other boy added.

"I don't really give a shit, I am just looking for my friend." I started to walk again, frustrated that they had just made me loose my cool and cuss.

"Oh, really? This here squaw got a dirty mouth!" said the first boy.

"Yeah, she got a purty mouth too...what say we string her up, and bring her back for justice?" the second boy added lashing a cord of rope at me, as if it were a lasso or a whip.

"Please fuck off, your gross and that rope is dirty, I have no idea where it's been" I said which seemed to make them angry.

The two grabbed me, one on each hand and began to pull me towards what they called "The Cowboy Base".

This was some sort of old tool shed, that had been here when the quarry was in operation. It was dirty, rusty, and smelled like dog piss. I was struggling and kicking, but I was no Savannah. Nothing I did seemed to do anything more than amuse and delight them.

"Let's get her in her jail, before the Outlaws get here." one of the boys who called himself "Sheriff Marshall said.

"We can't let her know how to get to our secret cowboy base, in case she escapes. You know what to do Deputy Fester! He said to the other boy over-acting the part of Cowboy sheriff.

"Aye Aye! Captain" (The other kid may have been playing pirate, its hard to say) but the two of them began to spin me in circles, round and round, meanwhile laughing until I was dizzy and fell on the ground.

I wanted to tell them that just making some one dizzy 15 feet away from the place you don't want them to see, won't make your base secret. However, by the rules of imaginary games like this, apparently spinning me until I almost puke is enough.

"Take her sacred Indian garb!" shouted the Marshall, while I was still recovering on the ground from dizziness.

In a few moments, they had managed to yank the nightshirt roughly over my head leaving me in bra and panties.

"Oh no!! You give that back!!" I bit my lip hard. I was mad and I put on a very brave face.

The boy's called my bluff, and brushed me aside when I came charging at them. They had wadded up my nightshirt and began throwing it like a ball over my head. "Keep away from the Inyun!" they teased as I jumped and bounced around.

I must have looked like an idiot out there.

Then I felt a shove on my back from the deputy, he pushed me into an old tree set right by the shed.

They used the rope to lash me to the tree, wrapping it around my back, with my chest and face pushed into the tree. I felt like crying but I wouldn't give them the satisfaction.

Grabbing my head and turning my face, one of them pushed my nightshirt into my mouth to gag me, letting the rest hang out. Then they duct taped my hands, and finally sealed the my mouth. I was furious and struggling to free myself. My legs were still free, so I tried a few back kicks, but I just wasn't as limber as Savannah, and my kicks were more like awkward flailing that caused giggles.

I could feel them playing with my bra strap. "Oh shit, this is one of those new fangled 20^th century bras, Deputy Fester. How do I unhook these straps"

"We could cut it off?" the Deputy added, sending shivers down my spine.

"Nah, that would be obscene" I breathed a sigh of relief, they were just trying to scare me. It was pretty over-the-top boys I didn't even know would take a chance and strip a strange girl. My adrenalin was pumping though.

"Besides, I think I can get the hook" and with that he popped off my bra and pulled it entirely off me. The wooden tree bark scratching my bare boobs only making me more aware of the situation I was in.

"Panties too?" the Deputy asked.

"Yeah, Squaws have been known to smuggle spears in there." he put his thumbs on either side of my panties and yanked down while I squirmed and screamed into the gag. Pressing my body into the tree, all they could see was my butt. Some how it felt a little more safe, to be facing away from my captors.

"Smells pretty good" one of them was sniffing my panties.

"Do it now?" Lloyd said from a distance and the two strange boy's voices stopped. "Got the jump on you, Marshall...it's your old nemah..." Lloyd searched for the word, Nemesis but decided to go with "enemy".

They started to make gun shot sounds with their mouths, and it sounded like actual fighting as well.

I don't know, because I had my eyes shut tight, and I was completely turned around.

Apparently, Lloyd had beaten off his 'nemesis' because after a few minutes I could feel his hands on my shoulders spinning me around to face him, while Conner ripped the duct tape off of my wrists. I was still gagged but releived.

Then I was suddenly aware that they weren't trying to free me further, and were grinning at my complete nudity. My murmurs into my nightshirt gag only serving to make them laugh further.

Conner was joking with his Cousin now known as Deadeye Dick the Outlaw, "Dammit, the first time I get to see an actual girls bare boobs and its my sisters"

Lloyd didn't even answer him, he was lost in the game. "Inyuns run fastest when nekked, makes em harder to track. You reckon we ought to let her have her clothes back, so we can follow her to the Indian base?"

Conner was grinning "Whatever you say, Deadeye". Conner was only half-playing alone that much was obvious.

Deadeye pulled the duct tape from my face, making me screech "YE-OW" as I spit my nightshirt onto the ground.

"Indian War Cry" he explained to my brother, with a swagger as if he had expected that sound to come from my lips.

"Games over! Come on! Give me my clothes back."

"Outlaws don't GIVE anything, we TAKE" he said sounding a bit like the actor Matthew McConaughey in every role he has ever played. Cutting the rope that bound me with his switchblade, nearly cutting my skin and at the same time scooping up my panties and bra and running.

My eyes went red with anger, as I chased him and my brother, completely forgetting (well slightly forgetting) the fact that even with a modest a-cup, my tits must have been bouncing up and down, and I was fully naked running through a Quarry pit. There were at least two other boys here, who had already stripped me naked, the sane move would be to turn around and run for help.

I wasn't thinking straight, I was determined to get my bra and panties back. Unfortunately, I just couldn't out run Lloyd and Conner didn't have my stuff, I soon lost the two of them in the thickets and briars that surround the quarry. I found out the hard way getting a thorn in the butt, and in my leg that you don't want to just go crashing into that stuff.

I turned around and began to walk, completely out of breath for the shed where my nightshirt was.

That is when I heard Savannah in a tree "Pocahawtass, Whoo Whoo" she made a sound like an owl. The Quarry winds down around a big pit, and Savannah was on the level just above the one I was on, hanging on a tree.

"What are you, Woodsy Owl?" I asked in anger, putting my hands on my hips.

"Don't go that way" she spoke in a sing song way, like Tonto from the old Cowboy and Indian TV shows. "Many pale faces there" indicating the shed/cowboy base.

She threw down a dirty rope from the tree, and I looked at it. "Climb that? Naked?"

"You got better idea?" she said, which sounded kind of funny in the Indian voice. (I guess you had to be there).

I curled my lip, took a deep breath, shut my eyes and leaped on to the robe, hugging it, wrapping my legs around it, leaving a mark of dirt and grime between my tits, stretching down my body and began to climb as quickly as I could. At least I thought I had, when I opened my eyes I wasn't making any progress.

"She wagon-wheels" Savannah offered in her American Inyun accent, and disappeared from the high tree of the overlook she was on leaving me to my fate. It was Conner and Lloyd, they had doubled back.

"Conner! You better give me my clothes back!" I said angrily pointing my finger at him.

He just smiled "Sure!" he offered my stuff to me to me, well except for the nightshirt.

I didn't expect that, it sort of took all the wind out of my sails. Taking the clothes from him, I said "Thank you, very much white man" in Savannah's Indian style accent. It seemed the least I could do since he was being nice.

"Yah, game is over, the other guys had to go." Lloyd said, talking once again in his regular accent.

Savannah re-emerged from over head "Oh shit, well you didn't catch me!!" she was holding a water balloon and launched it her brother, striking him in the shoulder. "I had one boulder left!" she announced.

"Look, no one told me the rules, why is there boulders? And REAL knives?" I said as I bent at the knee to put on my panties and get my bra on.

By the time I looked up, Conner and Lloyd were already gone, and Savannah was standing in front of me.

"They went back home, come on, let's go!" she wanted me to run with her to the entrance.

"Hang on, I need my nightshirt."

"Leave it, it's gay" she said, clearly meaning she thought it looked stupid. I couldn't disagree, but at the same time, it was all I had.

"You'll lend me something of yours?"

"Have you won the game of Life yet?" she replied patiently.

"Well, I need it to walk home." I insisted and started to walk in that direction.

"Why?" her question drawn out in a slinky, almost sultry southern drawl so that it sounds more like "Wh-Eye".

" Well for one, because I am in bra and panties, sweaty dirty ones at that.. For two, who knows if those boys will catch me and try to rape me."

"Oh my god, they did not rape you." Savannah said dismissively.

"Were you there? They tied me up like they would!"

"It's the game, it's imaginary. They won't kill you, or rape you. We've all skinny dipped out here, or been Inyuns before, Cops and Robbers."

"I see, it's the same game but the Robbers get stripped naked?"

"Fuck no, at the Fuckman, the Robbers are the good guys! The pigs are!" she corrected while laughing.

"Well, I don't care. I need my shirt, my mom will have a cow."

"What are you, Bart Simpson?" Savannah called after me to wait "Look, the boys have gone, it's lunch time. You didn't eat our delicious breakfast" she said sarcastically "You gotta be hungry, hold up. Stand look out for a second"

I stopped and turned around to face Savannah looking around conspiratorially from left to right before backing up and squatting in the bushes. "I've got to pee, real fast".

In about 30 seconds, she had apparently finished and pulled up her pants.

"Aren't you going to wipe?"

"Did you have some Charmin 2-ply with you?" She replied, and shrugged "Air dry. You gotta do what you gotta do. I'll take off the jeans when I get home." then she asked "Are you coming or what?"

"No! I'll look for my nightshirt".

"Suit yourself, Thumbelina" she said with a wink as she turned around to walk the other direction. "You can find your own way out!" and she began to jog away from me.

When I got back to the shed, I found the "lasso" the boys had used, several rolls of duct tape, some old wooden spoons and a few things shaped like objects I didn't even want to think about, but no nightshirt.

I spent at least 20 minutes, walking around out there in the hottest time of the day, with only my bra and cotton panties on. It was starting to get sweaty. I felt like this was a dream I couldn't wake up from.

Finally, in frustration I gave up my search. One of those boys must have taken it, or it may have fallen into the briars and thorn bushes that grew around the quarry. The roads were sort of a soft brown clay, and they didn't feel so bad on my sore feet. "Oh my feet!" I was suddenly aware of the pain of running around with no shoes, without the callouses my cousins obviously had on the bottom of their feet.

I was also aware that one of the thorns had caught me squarely in the butt cheek, another in the leg and I had a few tiny scratches as well.

It would take another 20 minutes to find my way out of the quarry pit, made that much harder by walking UP the sloping roads as opposed to running down them.

Climbing past the "Cock Quarry" sign and into the trailer park, I was suddenly aware that I was lost and had no idea what street was what. They all looked the same, and the street names were confusing.

There hadn't been time for me to get my head around any landmarks to find my way back. I started to walk down the Fuckman Acre streets. I was aware of the cat-calls and whistles. Guys in trucker hats they didn't wear ironically like hipsters, bent over chevy muscle cars with only grey primer, working on their engines in the yard would look up as I passed trying to avoid their attention. Old men would follow me as I walked, making no attempt to hide their leering.

I silently whispered to myself "Hard times at the Buckman" as I looked at how I was dressed and wondered how was I going to explain this?