about it? Go fucking pee, for God's sake."
Fallon watched them out of the corner of his eye. The guy was wearing leather - the black kind with silver rivets and buttons. He had leather pants and a leather vest. His biceps were massive, but so was his waistline. He had a red beard and long hair.
"Ax, there ain't no place to go," the girl said.
"Listen, you dumb cunt. You can go in those weeds over there or you can squat right here. Everybody and his cat done seen your junk anyway."
Out of the corner of his eye, Fallon watched her walk to the edge of the lot, into the dirt beyond. She was wearing a jeans jacket over a tube top. She had on a miniskirt and a pair of red boots that looked like Doc Martens. She hiked up the skirt and squatted. She wasn't wearing underwear.
If Fallon had been asked an hour ago to list all the things he might be doing now, at this moment, the scene before him would not have made the top ten million on his list. He couldn’t help himself - he stared at the girl. He heard a hissing sound as she peed.
"Now what the fuck you looking at?" It was the biker.
Fallon quickly turned away, hoping God would make him invisible.
"I'm talking to you, shit for brains." There was the sound of heavy footsteps on the asphalt. They came closer and closer.
The sounds stopped right behind him. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the square toe of one giant boot on the ground beside him. "Like the looks of her, huh? Well, you ain't getting none of that. Now get in your car and leave. Me and her wants to be alone."
Fallon felt sweat pop out on his forehead. The nice little buzz he'd had on had disappeared. God wasn't around.
He continued to stare at the lake. "I . . . I can't. You see . . ."
He saw the boot lift and then it disappeared. A half second later, Fallon felt it on his back. It shoved and he fell to the earth, face up. The biker was standing over him. From this angle, he looked eight feet tall.
"Watching her pee getting you off, is that it? Well, cocksucker, I gave you a chance to get in your fucking car and leave, but if you like seeing someone pee so much, then I'll let you see it real close up."
He reached to his crotch and unzipped his fly. He pulled out his dick. Fallon was surprised; it wasn't very big.
The biker looked up towards the heavens as he made the internal adjustments necessary to start his flow.
Fallon tried to wiggle out of the way even though he knew it was too late. His hand struggled to find a purchase on the ground when it closed around a large rock. Without thinking, Fallon threw the rock with all his strength.
It hit the biker right in the dick.
For a moment, there was no sound. It was as if God had hit the world's mute button. The biker looked down at his crotch in surprise. His knees slowly gave way and he sank to the ground. He looked at his hand in surprise - it had blood on it.
Fallon sprang to his feet. He had been peed on his whole life - by his wife, by his boss, by the fuckers at district, by just about everyone. But today, at this spot in the universe, he would not get peed on. Not by this biker, not by anyone. His pent up anger exploded in rage.
He picked up another rock and hit the biker a glancing blow to his head. He fell over, his eyes still open. His mouth opened and a tooth dropped out. Fallon's anger intensified and he kicked him again in the stomach but it was like he'd kicked a fat pillow. The biker groaned and rolled over, unconscious. Fallon kicked him in the balls.
He was just about to work his way back to the head, when he felt hands pulling him away. "Please Mister, we've got to leave. He'll kill us when he wakes up if we don't."
It was the peeing girl. "Take me away, please! He owns me and he's mean. Oh God, Mister, he'll kill both of us for sure. Take me with you, please! I'll do anything, I promise! Oh God!"
She started to cry and
Fallon watched them out of the corner of his eye. The guy was wearing leather - the black kind with silver rivets and buttons. He had leather pants and a leather vest. His biceps were massive, but so was his waistline. He had a red beard and long hair.
"Ax, there ain't no place to go," the girl said.
"Listen, you dumb cunt. You can go in those weeds over there or you can squat right here. Everybody and his cat done seen your junk anyway."
Out of the corner of his eye, Fallon watched her walk to the edge of the lot, into the dirt beyond. She was wearing a jeans jacket over a tube top. She had on a miniskirt and a pair of red boots that looked like Doc Martens. She hiked up the skirt and squatted. She wasn't wearing underwear.
If Fallon had been asked an hour ago to list all the things he might be doing now, at this moment, the scene before him would not have made the top ten million on his list. He couldn’t help himself - he stared at the girl. He heard a hissing sound as she peed.
"Now what the fuck you looking at?" It was the biker.
Fallon quickly turned away, hoping God would make him invisible.
"I'm talking to you, shit for brains." There was the sound of heavy footsteps on the asphalt. They came closer and closer.
The sounds stopped right behind him. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the square toe of one giant boot on the ground beside him. "Like the looks of her, huh? Well, you ain't getting none of that. Now get in your car and leave. Me and her wants to be alone."
Fallon felt sweat pop out on his forehead. The nice little buzz he'd had on had disappeared. God wasn't around.
He continued to stare at the lake. "I . . . I can't. You see . . ."
He saw the boot lift and then it disappeared. A half second later, Fallon felt it on his back. It shoved and he fell to the earth, face up. The biker was standing over him. From this angle, he looked eight feet tall.
"Watching her pee getting you off, is that it? Well, cocksucker, I gave you a chance to get in your fucking car and leave, but if you like seeing someone pee so much, then I'll let you see it real close up."
He reached to his crotch and unzipped his fly. He pulled out his dick. Fallon was surprised; it wasn't very big.
The biker looked up towards the heavens as he made the internal adjustments necessary to start his flow.
Fallon tried to wiggle out of the way even though he knew it was too late. His hand struggled to find a purchase on the ground when it closed around a large rock. Without thinking, Fallon threw the rock with all his strength.
It hit the biker right in the dick.
For a moment, there was no sound. It was as if God had hit the world's mute button. The biker looked down at his crotch in surprise. His knees slowly gave way and he sank to the ground. He looked at his hand in surprise - it had blood on it.
Fallon sprang to his feet. He had been peed on his whole life - by his wife, by his boss, by the fuckers at district, by just about everyone. But today, at this spot in the universe, he would not get peed on. Not by this biker, not by anyone. His pent up anger exploded in rage.
He picked up another rock and hit the biker a glancing blow to his head. He fell over, his eyes still open. His mouth opened and a tooth dropped out. Fallon's anger intensified and he kicked him again in the stomach but it was like he'd kicked a fat pillow. The biker groaned and rolled over, unconscious. Fallon kicked him in the balls.
He was just about to work his way back to the head, when he felt hands pulling him away. "Please Mister, we've got to leave. He'll kill us when he wakes up if we don't."
It was the peeing girl. "Take me away, please! He owns me and he's mean. Oh God, Mister, he'll kill both of us for sure. Take me with you, please! I'll do anything, I promise! Oh God!"
She started to cry and
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