cover-up-'
'I mean they captured them already. Way before the border even.'
'Cassie Lou-you've got to be bullshitting.'
'I always do. But that doesn't mean you didn't blow it. Just like someone else we know.'
'Name of Uncle Roy-'
'Tell me another story, grandmaw,' Sadie Mae sniggered as she pawed Sallie Anne's trimmed cabbage patch.
'I could tell you the one about how daddy got down on his hands and knees and turned his fanny around so that everyone could see from the rear as he gored into all kinquim.'
'Not that one again.'
'Load my labia into your trap and maybe it'll help me think-'
'I want you to come again, Sallie Anne. Right in my face. I want to taste it.'
'Fucking sucksisters,' Mercedes blistered through twisted mouthlips. 'It was you two squealing as you were ftatfucking and cuking and sucking each other off in the trunk that got the tollbooth bulldyke worked up in the first place.'
Mercedes could almost taste the hatred basting her bite:
'Fucking cowsucking cunts. You cornfed, inbred, under-read pinhead lizzie doxies-'
Heavy snick of metal bars sliding.
'Here's another one,' the jailhouse guard cackled lewdly through her well-chewed maw. 'We already fucked on her for you all-she's ready to add to your euntslime stew.'
The guard pushed Little Ramona rudely into the cell. Gave her hell on the back of the head with first a whack from her billyclub and then a yank of her hair.
'There she is. Now, girls-do as Auntie Trixie says and strip this vixen.'
Ramona blew a stubbly bubble with her piece of dirty gum.
Popped it with pointed tongue.
Strung out an uninterrupted line of words unsepa-rated but accentuated with nagging twists of rhythmically clipped diction:
'Algun juzgado chingado aqui, bebe. En mi casa me dice que tu amiga puta gana su dinero especial haciendole la puneta a perras.'
'Fucking chitter like a spider monkey, bitch. You must want to be hit more-bad!'
'I tell you what I said only because I want Sadie Mae and Sallie Anne and Mercedes to. know I said it: Some fucking jail here, baby. Back home they tell me your whore girlfriend makes her spending money jacking off bitch mutts.'
'Bimbo slut,' Trixie breathed. 'I do believe you just asked for it-'
'Excuse my interruption,' Mercedes puled abruptly. 'But listen up, you Sapphic pulp. As a student in fashion design, I have to asked you who did your uniforms-quite enticingly butch-'
Trixie blushed.
'— If,' Mercedes continued, 'you like pickled gorilla clits. And, by the way, who does the decorating? You or your cuntsucking colleagues?'
'Move!'
Mercedes belched out loud.
Sallie Anne farted.
Sadie Mae puked out:
'You know, this is a free country and even we have a few liberties-'
'That's right,' the guard chortled. 'You have a right to go right down on that dogmeat bitch right in front of me or you'll get smacked right on your ripe melonheads. Right?'
'That's extortion,' Sadie Mae blew. 'Illegal too. You're the criminal.'
The guard pointed her cudgel at Sallie Anne and Mercedes: 'You two. Beat that sack of quimoil to a fucking pulp. Then have the little spic snit suck her hide dry from the inside.'
Click of high-heeled footwear.
Guard's molten stare.
Memories returning like upchucks from.a cucumber and watercress sandwich consumed hastily at a tiresome garden party long ago in the eternal childhood of us all.
Jingle of rings strung from nipples. Clink of bells dangling from links strung through inner and outer labia.
Asshole limber and lined with rubber.
Mouth so pouting that you would want to club her. Smother her.
Love her.
Never could forget that face.
Boobs done up in leather and lace.
Stiletto heels, spurs of steel, and legs so long they ran. from hell to paradise.
'Cassie Lou? Is that you?'
'I do look a little different now,' Cassandra Louise Lafayette LaRue Jones Massey said, smoothing the skirt to her business suit. 'You like it rough, Trixie, as I recall'
Trixie snapped her club against her palm. Drew her tongue along her teeth.
'Deed I do.'
'Funny how things turn out. I own you now,' Cassie Lou flashed an ID, 'Not only an attorney but member of the prison pardon and parole board. In certain, jurisdictions I may serve as arresting officer, prosecutor, judge, and jury.'
'Back in the military, Cassie Lou-why, you was just a pussy-'
'Now I'm a tigress. You're under arrest, I saw enough evidence long ago to convict you as a neo-Nazi butchbitch sadist and sentence you to be properly wrenched into a pretzel and girlfucked until poached brainless in overheated bodyjuices induced by escalating and sequential climaxes of clitoral, vaginal, oral, and anal orgasm.'
'Gawddamn.'
'Unhand the prisoners directly. Remand them to my custody and your sentence shall herewith be hereby commuted forthwith.
'I'll let them go if you say so, Cassie Lou. But can't you have them punish me first?'
'Girls-I want you to summarily subdue and screw this chewed cud till she brings tears to your leers. It's okay. She's queer.'
Chapter 8
Snatchlips snicksnacked spasmically to the rhythm of the radio. Balls bounced upon bellies as another round of brew went down at Uncle Roy's Roadhouse.
In truth, there was little anticipation of a showdown. More in the spirit of a clan rodeo.
An armored van was loaded up with artifacts and armaments. In the event anything was hassled anywhere either side of the border Little Ramona's orders were to start shooting.
Yancey lanced in and out of the room. Untypically nervous and pacing.
Ramona was stationed by the barbecue pit inspecting the sustenance as it arrived. Mercedes was instructing Randy and Bubba in some techniques she had picked up during her short stay in jail.
And Sallie Anne had lined up potential headquarters south of the border and was running her eyeballs down a map.
Sadie Mae served up eggs and chili to Lafayette and the boys in the Rudedudes band.
