The Hills Have Thighs - Part 1 - Sex Stories

The Hills Have Thighs - Part 1

WARNING - Read the Themes. Do not read unless you are happy to read about these things This starts slow, don't expect any 'sex' for some time _________________________________________________ _________________________________________________ - - - This a rough read, do not proceed if you do not want to read about death, abuse and enslavement. This is written down for those that want to read about these things, not to be criticised for any moral reasons. If you are happy to admit that you are indeed a sick fuck, feel free to read on - - - _________________________________________________ _________________________________________________ Friday 14th May 1971 02:14 am What would you do if you'd just been kicked out of your house at age eighteen with $500, a car and a gun? That's the situation I'm in. Yeah, it sucks. Driving on the empty freeway at 2:00 AM, thoughts racing through my head. I only pulled over to dig up my diary and start writing, I don't even know why I am. I guess it'll calm me down. My parents have finally cracked. Shit went down tonight. Dad yelling at me and mom, throwing stuff and threatening us. Finally he packed a bag and stormed off in the Ford. Mom starts on the crack, and I tell her to cut that shit out. A one hour argument ensues, ending in a brawl that she started. Finally I snapped, and barricaded myself in my room. As I threw together a couple of bags of clothes, I could hear bottles breaking against my door, and sobs coming from the hall. Oh ...

... sure, she's upset now, but for the seven hundredth time and still no fucking change. I debated over taking my gun for a long time. It could encourage me to resort to crime. But eventually I decided just to go for it. If anything, just for safety. The last thing I grabbed was my keys. I worked weeks for this Chevelle, no way I'm leaving it to my cracked up mother. She'd have it totaled in a week. It's the last car we've got? She can walk, it'll do her some fucking good. I climbed out the window and took the leap down into the front yard. She heard me, and soon came staggering out the door, but I was in the car and pulling away by then. The last I heard from her, and the last I think I will ever hear from her, was a slurred curse and one last bottle smash. Good riddance. I took to the freeway, and headed into downtown LA. I still have no clue where I'm going after tonight. But I stole mom's stash before leaving, and I know I'll need money. I've got to go and sell some drugs. I stole dad's stash too, or what he left of it. But I don't even know what some of this shit is. Best to leave it for now. I know a few guys who'll buy from me. Then I'll sort out what the fuck I'm doing. _____________________________________________ _____________________________________________ Friday 14th May 1971 02:57 am The drugs are sold. My $500 is up to $700. Not a bad haul, for dealing at eighteen. Now I've got to work out where the hell I'm gonna go. _____________________________________________ ...