forever, and you can do this ta me any time ya want. Forever and ever. You like that idea, honey?"
The man named Noot keeps humping Miss Easter's head, but while he's doing it, he nods rapidly.
Miss Easter is playing with her cooter while the man keeps humping her head, and she says, "It's 'cos you are my everything, baby, and now I hope ya know that."
The man named Noot keeps humping and keeps nodding.
You walk out of the room, down the hall, and leave the house out the back door. The night greets you with cricket noises and peepers, and it's a sound you've always liked. But you can also hear that machine on the side of the house that you pulled the cord on, the machine Miss Easter called a generator. You wonder if you should go turn it off, but then you decide not to because, well, Miss Easter didn't tell you to turn it off.
You walk out into the woods in the direction of the box you live in. You're rubbing your crotch now because your peter is all hard from seeing the man fucking Miss Easter in the head. You're whining a little because your peter is feeling like you need to make that white stuff come out, and then you whine a little more when you think back to earlier when you were fucking the skinny blond girl in the head.
It felt... real good.
After more walking, you just can't stand it anymore; you know you're going to have to stop and play with yourself, and that's when you realize —
You realize where you are.
You're now at the self-same spot where you'd put the skinny blond girl in the hole and covered her over with dirt.
The first constructive thought you've ever had in your life comes into your mind...
You liked fucking the skinny girl in the head, so why not dig her back up right now and fuck her in the head some more? Why, you could even take her back to your box and fuck her in the head all the time...
You stare for several moments, thinking. At first you think you shouldn't do that because Miss Easter didn't say you could.
But then...
But then...
She didn't say you couldn't either, did she?
No! She didn't!
Gibbering, drooling, ecstatic, you grab the shovel and begin to dig.
***
Westmore's mouth and eyes were locked open when he was finally able to drag himself away from the horror in the window. He staggered back to the car, got in, and drove away.
The man named Noot keeps humping Miss Easter's head, but while he's doing it, he nods rapidly.
Miss Easter is playing with her cooter while the man keeps humping her head, and she says, "It's 'cos you are my everything, baby, and now I hope ya know that."
The man named Noot keeps humping and keeps nodding.
You walk out of the room, down the hall, and leave the house out the back door. The night greets you with cricket noises and peepers, and it's a sound you've always liked. But you can also hear that machine on the side of the house that you pulled the cord on, the machine Miss Easter called a generator. You wonder if you should go turn it off, but then you decide not to because, well, Miss Easter didn't tell you to turn it off.
You walk out into the woods in the direction of the box you live in. You're rubbing your crotch now because your peter is all hard from seeing the man fucking Miss Easter in the head. You're whining a little because your peter is feeling like you need to make that white stuff come out, and then you whine a little more when you think back to earlier when you were fucking the skinny blond girl in the head.
It felt... real good.
After more walking, you just can't stand it anymore; you know you're going to have to stop and play with yourself, and that's when you realize —
You realize where you are.
You're now at the self-same spot where you'd put the skinny blond girl in the hole and covered her over with dirt.
The first constructive thought you've ever had in your life comes into your mind...
You liked fucking the skinny girl in the head, so why not dig her back up right now and fuck her in the head some more? Why, you could even take her back to your box and fuck her in the head all the time...
You stare for several moments, thinking. At first you think you shouldn't do that because Miss Easter didn't say you could.
But then...
But then...
She didn't say you couldn't either, did she?
No! She didn't!
Gibbering, drooling, ecstatic, you grab the shovel and begin to dig.
***
Westmore's mouth and eyes were locked open when he was finally able to drag himself away from the horror in the window. He staggered back to the car, got in, and drove away.
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