The Bighead by Edward Lee Page B

entry behind. A tiny pen light showed his
way, through a modest labyrinth, and soon he’d arrived at the
proper dot. See, Goop had long ago drilled the tiniest holes
through the walls of most every room. The first hole he came to
showed only Miss Charity, Annie’s beloved niece, sitting amope in a
different dress than the one she’d come in. Miss Charity was a
fair-looking woman, for sure, but when Goop put his open eye to the
next hole, all he could think was:
    Gawd!
    It was that city blond, Miss Jerrica,
just stepping out of the shower. All big tits and tan legs and a
big blond bush on her. She began drying off with a towel, kind of
slowly, kind of like she was savoring the feel of that towel
against her skin…
    Aw, God…
    Goop, of course, expected her to put
on her clothes, and that would be the end of it. Instead, though,
what she did was this:
    She laid down on the bed.
    What the—
    There was this look on her face.
Pretty as her face was, the look made Goop Gooder a bit sad, for it
was a look of unhappiness, even desperation. But all things
considering, Goop didn’t pay it much mind when he saw what she did
next.
    Lying right there flat out on the bed,
she…spread her legs.
    And fine legs they were, no doubt,
long and lean and tan like those California girls Goop had seen in
the girlie mags. And the plot on her…
    She had a plot that popped a stiffer
on Goop right quick. It was kind of a dark blond, and Goop ain’t
never seen a bush on a girl that wasn’t black. But this Miss
Jerrica, she ran her hand through it just then, and her legs
stiffened, and her ass, well, it flexed up. And—
    Good Gawd!
    Her other hand slid up that trim belly
of hers, and gave one of her hooters a tight squeeze.
    She was just so beautiful, Goop
couldn’t stop himself. He liked her so much, and she must like him
too, otherwise why would she have said hi to him when she was
standing on Miss Charity’s balcony?
    Yeah, maybe she likes
me…
    Goop unzipped and had his dog in his
hand in about a second. He was hanging hard, he was, and he got to
pulling his pud right quick. It felt so much better, doing himself
while watching a pretty woman lie naked on a bed. But then she
began to do more, like she got to really touching herself, and
sinking her fingers deep into her slot, and her pretty ass was
squirming all over. Goop loved those white tits on her, and that
deep white patch of skin just above her plot. The rest of her was
so brown, like the toast Aunt Annie made in her oven…
    Aw, Gawd, aw,
Gawd—
    Goop’s balls pulled up as he was
watching Miss Jerrica, and he shot a spunker right onto the inside
wall. It drooled down like a long white worm, but, of course, it
wasn’t the first time. Goop had jacked off spying female guests
many a time. Only thing was—
    This was different.
    It wasn’t simply that he liked looking
at this blond city woman. He could tell by the way she’d looked at
him and by the way she’d said “hi” earlier.
    Gawds Almighty, he thought, stuffing his deflated penis back into
his pants. I thinks I loves
her…
     
     
    (III)
     
    “ Hold ’er down, Dicky, come
ons!” Tritt “Balls” Conner exclaimed. “Hail! Ya gots ta hold her down harder’n
that!”
    They’d just got off a hooch run from
Big Stone Gap just ’cross the state line, droppin’ a coupla hunnert
gallons fer Clyde Nale, when they sawwed this creeker chick lyin’
passed out by one’a the fermentin’ tanks. “Takes that alky bitch
outa here, ya want,” said the Kentucky cracker who runned the
joint. “Blammed alkerholic she is, hangin’ round here ever-day
givin’ my boys blowjobs fer hooch. We’se all sick’’a her, we is.
So’s you take her outa here if ya want, fuck her, kill her, bury
her, what’s ever ya wants. We’se don’t wants ta see he no
more.”
    Which sounded fine ta
Balls, so he an’ Dicky, they throwed her passed-out dead-drunk
skinny ass in the back’a the El Camino, covered her up with the
tarp and tooks