Go Ahead, Keep Going! Pt. 03 - Sex Stories

Go Ahead, Keep Going! Pt. 03

... graying hair was jostled and receding. He looked to be nursing a morning hangover. An egg shattered against the wall right beside him just as he emerged and he flinched sharply.

"What the fuck?" he grunted. His face was grim and stubbly, the sad reflection of a once attractive man.

"Alice," I hissed, preparing to make a dash for the car.

Rich spotted us in the yard and blinked in vague recognition. He knew who we were, of course, but we'd never really had a conversation. The guy was a bit dull for conversations.

"What the hell are you little shits doing here?" he hollered. "What are you doing to my house?"

"It's a misunderstanding!" I called back.

"It most certainly is not," Alice rebuked. "We came here to vandalize your home."

He stepped forward into the sun and crossed his arms together. "I can see that. You better get your asses off my property before I get mad about it."

"You're just a sex man!" Alice cried, pointing an accusing finger. "And you're a no-account mom-diddler, and you never do your laundry, and... I think you're just BAD, Mr. Delaney!"

"What the fuck is this little piss-ant talking about?" he asked me. He looked more confused than anything.

"She's upset because you broke our Mom's heart," I told him.

His shaggy features cracked into a grin and he waved it off. "Ah, hell. You tell your momma I was just taking her for a little ride around the block, ya hear? Nothin' personal."

"You broke her heart," I repeated. My hand ...

... clutched onto my sister's tightly. Her palm was sweaty. "You slept with another woman behind her back and lied about it, you piece of shit."

His eyes narrowed at me. "Are you lookin' for a fight, little man?"

I saw him reach for one of the empty beer bottles that lay scattered on the patio table. I tugged at Alice's wrist, sensing danger.

"You got a loud fuckin mouth for such a limp-wristed little bitch. As for your mother, she knew DAMN well what it was and what I'm like. Now get the hell out of here, you're trespassing."

"You're never gonna get to have sex with me like what you said, you dirty man!" my sister added.

Richard stared back at her in disbelief. Collecting his thoughts, he grabbed an empty bottle off the table and pointed it at me threateningly.

"That right there is slander," he grumbled. "Now you've really fucking done it."

He chucked the bottle at us. Alice shrieked and bolted back into the passenger seat in a panicked fright. I piled in after her and jumped behind the wheel, fiddling for my keys. The bottle shattered in the street.

"Dumbass fuckin kids!" Richard hollered. "How do ya like that, ya freaks?"

"Alice, close the door!" I shouted. She sat up and slammed the passenger door shut before cowering back down again. But the window was still open and the next bottle came tumbling through it, shattering against the dashboard. I turned the keys in the ignition and my old car sputtered back to life with a reluctant lurch.

Meanwhile, ...