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Authors name: Lor Oldmann (jamwad@hotmail.com)
Story title : Our Town - 2
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Our Town - 2 (Mm/f, rom, ped)
by Lor Oldmann (jamwad@hotmail.com)
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It is a peculiar thing, but in our town, as in any other
small American town, there was an intimacy so close it
became part of you, and so real that you felt you could
tear a huge lump away and pack in a suitcase when you
left. One of the immediate results of this is that any
sort of sex seems incestuous, and consequently incest is
not such a big deal in small-town as it is elsewhere.
At the same time there was also a distance so pronounced
it could not have become more detached had the nearest
neighbor been an alien from outer space. It is something
that is glaringly missing in city life; it is certainly
more sinister than anything experienced in the city.
Everyone thought they knew everyone else's business, and
no-one cared a fart that it was so, because everyone
claimed that they had nothing to hide. We didn't even
have to lock our doors at night! Yet when it came to the
crunch, we discovered that we didn't know a piss-drip of
what was going on, even in our own small exclusive corner
of town life. Even in our own family!
There were skeletons in every household cupboard. A case
or two in point? Well, you would have difficulty in
finding two families so completely different as the Webbs
and the Vernes. And yet they were so typical. When
Theodore Webb died, the whole town rallied around the
family and could not have been more passionately helpful
if the death had been one of their own; there was even a
community chest to help pay the expenses of the funeral.
Try that one for size in New York city! Yet no-one
realized the Webbs were members of a weird religious
group that, among other things, worshipped in the nude
and practiced partner swapping and encouraged sexual
activity - even incest - among their young teenagers.
It was the same with the Vernes; the overwhelming
majority of the folks in the town were alive to the
problems involved in bringing up their idiot daughter
Shirley, and were much more into it than being merely
sympathetic and supportive. But it came as a shock to
everyone in the town to learn that they also had a son
who was a big-time hoodlum in California, who had
cornered the market in teenaged illegal immigrant
prostitutes, and who was facing a murder one rap in San
Diego. That is small town America; it always has a split
personality, one side shallow and manifest and the flip
side latent and frightening.
There is an old English proverb: Trouble never walks
alone! I can vouch for that. About a week after Shirley
Verne moved into our house while her parents were in
California, just about twelve days after Theodore Webb
died of some horrible infection of the blood, we received
another severe jolt to the system.
Judy Isherwood, from one of the outlying farms, was
murdered, and Jed became a prime suspect for no better
reason than that she came to the filling station in our
town at least once a week and he chatted her up with
suggestive small-talk as he did with all the female
customers.
Judy was an exceptionally attractive woman. She was also
much younger than her husband. They had failed in the
attempt to produce a family after six years together and
the strain was showing. He had beaten her up quite
seriously a couple of times, and she sought consolation
and comfort elsewhere. And easily found it!
Possibly, this was because of the similarity of the
names, she had become known locally as Judith Iscariot
(small town America is still male-dominated and utterly
chauvinistic) and was also notorious as an easy lay. Jed
told me he had laid her a couple of times shortly after
he came back from Vietnam, and once again shortly after
she was married. He used to make jokes about it; he
placed her around 6.5 on his Richter scale because of her
hip movement.
Police pin-pointed the time and place of death, and since
Jed could not provide an alibi for his movements at that
particular time and could not prove that he was not at
the scene of the crime, he was taken away in handcuffs
for interrogation. There were witnesses from among the
townsfolk who were willing to swear that they had seen
Jed speaking to the victim and flirting with her, and one
who said he had heard them making plans to meet at the
place she was murdered. And the immediate effect was that
the town dropped Jed like a venomous snake. He lost his
job at the filling station.
Mrs. Chessip found an old-timer to clean up the diner,
and, oddly, the lawns ceased needing trimmed weeks
earlier that year. My parents still 'took him in' when
his dad threw him out of the house, but there was a
distinct coldness and an unmistakable embarrassment in
the air when he was around our place, so he stopped
coming. I had already seen the kind of damage Jed could
inflict on a human face when some smart guy from Illinois
tried to get gas without paying for it; consequently, I
had my doubts about his guilt or innocence.
Only my ten-year-old kid sister remained loyal. Deri
ridiculed me for my doubts and harangued mom and dad for
their shallow hypocrisy. She used to slip out late at
night to meet him and express her faith in him and her
confidence in his innocence in any way she could! I was
absolutely convinced that they were having sex together -
somewhere out there! As I said, that is small town
America; we think we know it all, when, in fact, the all
we know is damn all.
The breakthrough came when genetic fingerprinting was
brought over from England. Judy had scratched her
attacker and slivers of skin and blood samples were taken
from under her long, talon-like fingernails. A similar
spot of blood was found on the lapel of her jacket. It
was only when these samples failed to match either Jed's
DNA pattern or his blood group that the police started to
look around.
The absence of any evidence of rape had puzzled them from
the start. Judy's clothes had been disarranged, but it
had been a half-hearted attempt to make it look like a
sexually motivated attack. Then, in rapid succession,
they discovered a footprint that had been previously
ignored, and tire marks by the roadside not far from
where the body had been found. The footprint was found to
have been made by boots worn by Judy's husband and the
tire marks had been left by his pick-up.
Two months before the murder Teddy Isherwood had taken
out an insurance policy on the life of his spouse, and on
the night before the murder, according to one of the farm
hands, husband and wife had a fierce quarrel that had
ended with the man threatening to kill her; such
quarrels, said the witness, had become routine. The
murder weapon, a wrench used to screw nuts and bolts
together on farm machinery was found in the toolbox of
the pick-up; forensic scientists found traces of Judy's
blood, hair and flesh on it.
Teddy was arrested and charged with first degree
homicide, and that, to all intent and purposes, was the
last the town heard of the affair. The shades of the mind
were drawn against it. The farm was put up for sale as a
going concern, but there were no buyers, and gradually it
was run down. The buildings became ruins; bits and pieces
of the land were absorbed by neighboring farms. And the
Isherwood affair became a thing of the past. That's the
way it worked in small town America.
Folks tried to pretend that everything returned to
normal. But it was nothing more than pretence. Jed was
not offered his old job at the filling station or at Mrs.
Chessip's. He made plans to move out of the town. Deri
went berserk. And I began to think that my whole world
was falling apart. But that was only a beginning. Believe
me, things were simply hotting up!
More and more I had noticed the family drifting apart
with dad away from home almost every week and mom working
late every night. At first I put the blame on Shirley,
and there is little doubt that she became some sort of
catalystic enzyme to speed things up a bit. But then the
volcano erupted in no uncertain fashion.
Dad came home before lunchtime one school-day. He had his
new eighteen year old 'secretary' with him. He had
reckoned on having the house to himself for a few hours.
Shirley was at a day care center at the school, and Deri
was to bring her home with her. What Dad hadn't reckoned
on was the weather. There was a tornado warning and the
schools were evacuated. I got off the bus a mile or so
from home to walk the remaining distance with Jed. When
we reached our back lawn there was the most spine-
dislocating scream that ever was heard.
Deri had reached home minutes before us. As she went to
her bedroom to change, as she does every day in life when
she gets home from school, she heard the grunts and
groans coming from dad's room. And being the curious
animal she is, she went to investigate and was rewarded
with the sight of dad's bare ass banging up and down
between a pair of slender legs, that were obviously not
mum's, flaying in the air.
She was spellbound until the message finally burst
through to her understanding: dad was fucking the living
hell out of some girl who seemed scarcely older than
herself! She was outraged. And screamed! Blue bloody
murder! And boy, when my kid sister screams!
"That's Deri!" Jed took off like a rocket from Cape
Kennedy. And I thought to myself: he got off the Judy
Isherwood rap - what next? And again the bleeding face of
the smart guy in the filling station came to mind. But if
it was some punk interfering with Deri he deserved
everything he was about to get.
The scene was all hell and Hailey Mills by the time I
mounted the stairs. Shirley was sitting half-way up; she
was playing with her fingers, drooling as usual and
grinning like the idiot she undoubtedly was. Deri, still
screaming was being embraced by Jed who looked like a
really angry homicidal maniac.
Dad, still naked, was trying to shield his teenaged lover
and hide his genitals at the same time. The stranger to
the house was wide-eyed and open-jawed, and probably
wondering what the hell she had let herself in for. Semen
was dripping from her; dad had obviously shot off at the
last moment from sheer fright at his daughter's
hysterics.
"She's fucking my dad!" yelled Deri. The accusation was
leveled at Jed and me as if it were a direct command:
"Smash his fucking face! Chuck her out of the fucking
window!"
Dad was puffing and blowing like a pompous old fart
demanding that Jed leave his house immediately. Jed was
calling him a filthy old pervert who was not to be
trusted with any female. There was no way he was leaving
Deri in the house alone with him, so he could go and jerk
himself off on a folded pillow!
"You ever lay a finger on Deri," Jed yelled at him, "and
I'll tear your fucking heart out." And he called him a
slime ball, and a piece of soft shit, and many more
things even more descriptive but much less flattering.
Then there was a pause, one of those hiccups in a silly
situation when everyone wonders what to say next and what
to do next. The front door opened.
"Hi! Is anyone there?" It was mom; for once in her recent
life, she had come home early from work. "There's a
tornado warning!"
Continued in part 3...
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not "real life." Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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