didn’t Ernest come home like you told him?” he countered. “Because he’s his own guy, that’s why. Every guy’s gotta be free. Pussy and freaky only go so far.”
“It’s good enough for us,” she said, coyly.
“And money ,” he said. “That’s great for us. We said we’d be honest, didn’t we? And Ernest is money. He’s got something in that fucked up head of his. Darker than you, even.”
Lana laughed heartlessly. “You turning into a fan, my son?”
“Don’t do that…”
“I married your daddy, that makes you mine . Why won’t you call me mommy anymore?”
“I said shut up!” Jacob yelled, and got out of bed. He went over and picked up his clothes and started to put them on.
Lana hopped out and came around, then slipped her arms around Jacob’s burly chest. He tried to pull away, but she dug in with her nails and said in a quiet voice, “Don’t piss me off, okay?”
Jacob froze like he’d been splashed with water.
Lana said, “You knew the deal when you hooked up with me: who I am, what I do, who I do it to. That’s what you liked about me—I gave you the power you never had. Daddy didn’t understand you, but momma does.”
And wonder of all, Jacob broke down and cried. He fell into her arms, hugging her around the waist while she gazed down on him with a superior smirk.
After about a minute of that, Momma Sandway said, “There’s nothing that can stop us—no turning back. Ernest knows that, even if he’s confused right now. Tonight we’ll show him the muse, he’ll get inspired, and then we cash more checks.”
I wanted her to keep talking about this mysterious muse , but she took Jacob’s hand and headed my way. I ducked back and hid in the shower and remained perfectly still, once again willing my out-of-shape self to breathe quietly.
The door outside opened. But rather than head for the toilet or fill up the big empty tub or go wash their hands, Jacob and Lana came right into the shower cave with me. I was so shocked I sat there staring at them, perched on the bench like that’s just where I sat sometimes.
“Hello, Ernest,” she said, looking confused and a little worried.
“What the fuck, man?” Jacob said.
I looked from naked Lana to naked Jacob, then Jacob to Lana, and then Lana to Jacob again.
Then, in a lost quavering voice, I said, “Where am I?”
Chapter Eight
L ana whispered something to Jacob . He nodded and left.
“Ernest,” she said, “do you know who I am?”
I blinked at her. “You’re Lana.”
She smiled encouragingly and said, “What do you mean you don’t know where you are, hmm? Does your head hurt?”
“A little?”
“Did you fall down?” she said.
I paused, thinking about it, giving it my absolute best and said, “When?”
The muscles in her jaw rippled like she was chewing her tongue. She wasn’t smiling anymore, and she regarded me with an icy gaze.
From the bedroom, Jacob yelled, “Got it!”
“Come with me, Ernest,” Lana said. “Watch your step.”
I got up carefully, trying not to fall down, and followed her out of the shower cave. Interestingly, she hadn’t blushed or shown anything like modesty where her nakedness was concerned. She had small, perky breasts that matched her slender figure. No tattoos or piercings, trimmed pubic hair, and her back was a red mess of welts from the beating she’d taken. Beneath those sketched a tracery of old scar tissue, as if she’d been whipped repeatedly over the years. And again, despite her face and body measuring up to the definition of “beautiful” by anyone’s standards, she stirred nothing inside me resembling desire.
When she reached for my hand to steady me, I pulled away and said, “I’m fine.”
Lana’s eyes narrowed, and she smiled a hard, tight smile. She didn’t try to touch me again.
When we got into the room, Jacob had a wheelchair with him.
“I don’t think that’ll be necessary,” I said, and edged around it toward the far
“It’s good enough for us,” she said, coyly.
“And money ,” he said. “That’s great for us. We said we’d be honest, didn’t we? And Ernest is money. He’s got something in that fucked up head of his. Darker than you, even.”
Lana laughed heartlessly. “You turning into a fan, my son?”
“Don’t do that…”
“I married your daddy, that makes you mine . Why won’t you call me mommy anymore?”
“I said shut up!” Jacob yelled, and got out of bed. He went over and picked up his clothes and started to put them on.
Lana hopped out and came around, then slipped her arms around Jacob’s burly chest. He tried to pull away, but she dug in with her nails and said in a quiet voice, “Don’t piss me off, okay?”
Jacob froze like he’d been splashed with water.
Lana said, “You knew the deal when you hooked up with me: who I am, what I do, who I do it to. That’s what you liked about me—I gave you the power you never had. Daddy didn’t understand you, but momma does.”
And wonder of all, Jacob broke down and cried. He fell into her arms, hugging her around the waist while she gazed down on him with a superior smirk.
After about a minute of that, Momma Sandway said, “There’s nothing that can stop us—no turning back. Ernest knows that, even if he’s confused right now. Tonight we’ll show him the muse, he’ll get inspired, and then we cash more checks.”
I wanted her to keep talking about this mysterious muse , but she took Jacob’s hand and headed my way. I ducked back and hid in the shower and remained perfectly still, once again willing my out-of-shape self to breathe quietly.
The door outside opened. But rather than head for the toilet or fill up the big empty tub or go wash their hands, Jacob and Lana came right into the shower cave with me. I was so shocked I sat there staring at them, perched on the bench like that’s just where I sat sometimes.
“Hello, Ernest,” she said, looking confused and a little worried.
“What the fuck, man?” Jacob said.
I looked from naked Lana to naked Jacob, then Jacob to Lana, and then Lana to Jacob again.
Then, in a lost quavering voice, I said, “Where am I?”
Chapter Eight
L ana whispered something to Jacob . He nodded and left.
“Ernest,” she said, “do you know who I am?”
I blinked at her. “You’re Lana.”
She smiled encouragingly and said, “What do you mean you don’t know where you are, hmm? Does your head hurt?”
“A little?”
“Did you fall down?” she said.
I paused, thinking about it, giving it my absolute best and said, “When?”
The muscles in her jaw rippled like she was chewing her tongue. She wasn’t smiling anymore, and she regarded me with an icy gaze.
From the bedroom, Jacob yelled, “Got it!”
“Come with me, Ernest,” Lana said. “Watch your step.”
I got up carefully, trying not to fall down, and followed her out of the shower cave. Interestingly, she hadn’t blushed or shown anything like modesty where her nakedness was concerned. She had small, perky breasts that matched her slender figure. No tattoos or piercings, trimmed pubic hair, and her back was a red mess of welts from the beating she’d taken. Beneath those sketched a tracery of old scar tissue, as if she’d been whipped repeatedly over the years. And again, despite her face and body measuring up to the definition of “beautiful” by anyone’s standards, she stirred nothing inside me resembling desire.
When she reached for my hand to steady me, I pulled away and said, “I’m fine.”
Lana’s eyes narrowed, and she smiled a hard, tight smile. She didn’t try to touch me again.
When we got into the room, Jacob had a wheelchair with him.
“I don’t think that’ll be necessary,” I said, and edged around it toward the far
Similar Books
