'Somebody give me a hand,' Little Ramona yelped, rolling out a barrel of beer.
Yancey gave his hard-on hawg the back of his hand and then set it to dancing inside the rim of Mercedes's trim mouthltps.
He cracked a smile as the doors blew back. Man came in alone with his hat cocked forward over his forehead. From the shadows of his hatbrim, eyeslits glinted a scattering of leaden blips.
He shot forth his hips.
Allowed his long loose capelike coat to undrape about his stomach.
Wad in the center of his crotch.
Starched ridge running up his underbelly in a hornlike curve.
Nib end of said appendage disturbing his belt buckle. He shot two fingers down.
Juggled his nuts.
Strutted to the counter and sat down on top of a round swivel stool.
Drooled.
'Coffee today?'
'If I stay.'
'So have it your way.'
'Steak and eggs. Hot sauce and wide white tortillas like Ramona makes.'
'Been up here before?'
'Why you say that?'
'You seem to know the score.'
'Not much.'
'You never told me about the coffee, darling.'
'Say, Sadie Mae. Make it hot and rich the way they make it in the kitchen.'
'How you know my name?'
'You're famous.'
'No I'm not.'
'You got your name all over the papers there a few days back-'
'But I was innocent.'
'Just nobody didn't press no charges is all. The fix was in again.'
Sadie Mae squinted.
Leaned in under the man's hatbrim.
Cuntjuices ran crisp and thin. Sadie Mae's mouth began watering.
'Uncle Roy. Been such a long time since I last saw you.'
'Remember what you said to me?'
'I wanted to ball you.'
'But what happened?'
'You flew the coop. Turned into a jailbird. Isn't that the scoop?'
'One of them.'
'Any of the others expect you?'
'My nephew over there recognized me when I came in-the one fucking my second cousin-'
'Yancey-fucking-Mercedes-'
'And the other ladies I do know. Don't know if they recognized me though.'
'Jesus Mofo!' Bubba Buster said as he burst through the doorway in company with Randy. 'My Uncle LeRoy. How long-?'
'Still going strong,' Uncle Roy said aloud to the crowd.
Sadie Mae reached down within herself and determined to find out who was boss. Was Uncle Roy still the hero he used to be?
Or was Yancey now the one to beat?
Lafayette had been coming on strong.
And it wouldn't be long before Randy and Bubba would have to take the edge off their hard-ons. More than Sadie Mae could sensibly bargain for.
But then again' Let's us get lost,' Sadie Mae said to Uncle Roy as she stripped off her apron.
She wiped her hands on a thin towel and came around to him.
Uncle Roy placed his extended fingers astride Sadie Mae's slim waist.
They kissed.
Face to face.
Tongues racing.
Tasting all different places.
Sadie Mae sucked out at the point of Uncle Roy's chin. He slid his grin over the center of her forehead and into her hair.
'Aaaaah.'
Twisting her head about to peruse the ongoing frolics, Sadie Mae cocked her body out and up. Toward the side door.
Uncle Roy sat there stunned.
Sucking coffee from a dingy mug.
Eying her jugs.
Giving her hips the once-over.
Thinking about rolling Sadie Mae in the hay or the clover.
Uncle Roy let his hand drift downward toward his rover. Cranked once.
Erection joustled.
His complexion went pale as he felt the blood drain from his face.
Momentarily dizzy as he started to rise from his seat, Uncle Roy realized that the blood in his body was all coalescing in one place.
His cock was long and hard and felt ready to disgorge its porridge in an instant. He took one step forward.
Hard-on raged.
He tossed his gaze through the haze of his sexual arousal and-fraught.with denial-saw Sadie Mae stick a finger in her yip.
Flip him the high-sign.
Whistle.
Uncle Roy sniffed bitch.
His dogmeat growled.
Yowling inside of him grew up from his ballocks and stalked up his spine.
Erection electrified him from rock-hard cock to the interior of his cranium.
And here was Sadie Mae standing nonchalantly in the doorway.
Peepers trained on him.
Beckoning.
With no glance back at all, Uncle Roy patrolled toward the door.
Whispering mouthlips dripped:
'I'm your whore.'
In the moments before dawn, Sadie Mae led Uncle Roy on down to the fanciest bungalow at the end of the street in their whorehouse town.
Once inside, she let her hair down.
Pushed a bar of soap around her face.
Under her armpits.
Sat down for a piss.
Farted.
'Well, Uncle Roy. I guess it's about time we got started on that plan of ours*'
'Close, but no cigar,' Uncle Roy jawed while lighting a cheroot.
