High above the firmament, the Son of Morning's flesh was wrent
Struck by Michael's flaming sword, a finger fell from Hades' Lord
The rebel angels all were smote, the fallen digit escaped note
Down to the new formed earth it fell, imbued with the power of heaven and hell
In a barren, sunny spot, the severed finger lay to rot
Chard flesh fell away from bone, as God descended from His throne
Creating plants & fish & fowl, the raven & the spotted owl
One raven found a finger bone, and claimed the trinket for his own
Leaving the flesh to mix with soil. as God pursued Creation's toil
And when time came for Adam's birth, God formed him from the tainted earth
And thus the flesh of man was bound to the finger bone the raven found.
Of this, the bird was unaware, and had he known, he wouldn't care
Not so with the former owner. Indeed, it gave Hell's Lord a boner!
Satan saw his bone's potential and knew it would be consequential
Able to mold both flesh and mind of Adam and of all mankind
The wishbone passed through history; Totem of power and mystery
It roams the earth both far and wide, calling out the devil inside
Satan's minions do their best to see it never comes to rest
The tempting bone slips like a snake, leaving mischief in its wake
Granting every man's desire and in the end, eternal fire
"Thank you for inviting us in," said Mary's grandson. "That's very kind of you."
His blonde friend sniggered. Barbara blushed. Why on earth had she invited the young hooligans in? It wasn't kind, it was crazy!
"So, um, what did you want?" she asked.
"Oh, we came here to apologize," said Charlie. "Didn't we Nate?"
The blonde boy looked confused. "Uh..."
"For being such a bother to Mrs. Simpson last weekend and making her call the police on us. We're very sorry, aren't we?"
"Uh, sure. Real sorry," said Nate.
Neither of them seemed sorry, but Barbara nodded.
"Well, this is a quiet, calm neighborhood; at least it was before Mary died. It's not a place for wild parties. I accept your apology, though, and I hope it won't ever be necessary to call the police again."
"Oh, I'm sure it won't," said Charlie. "And now that we apologized for being loud, I wish that you would apologize for being such an uppity self-righteous old cunt."
"I am very, very sorry for being such an uppity self-righteous old cunt," said Barbara, then she blushed furiously and felt faint. She had never in her life used such language!
But she had meant the apology. She never would have thought such a thing but she was sorry for... for being what she had just said.
Something was very wrong here. Nate was bent over with laughter. Charlie was smiling broadly, eyes devilish. Barbara crossed herself.
"Well, that's great!" said Charlie. "We got off on a bad foot, but now we've all apologized and we can all be good friends! Nice and neighborly! You'd like that, wouldn't you Mrs. Simpson?"
"No. I mean," Barbara stammered, flustered. "You... you should go now. I don't feel well."
"Oh but Mrs. Simpson, we just got here! And beside, we're starting a new phase in our neighborly relationship!"
"What's the matter, Mrs. Simpson," asked Nate. "Don't you like us?"
She didn't like them. But was that because she was an uppity self-righteous old cunt? She blushed at the thought, feeling both embarrassed and apologetic. She was sorry. But she was scared!
"You need to leave," she repeated. "Now or I'll call the cops!"
She tried to make the threat sound adamant but she felt so sorry. I am such an uppity self-righteous old cunt, she thought.
"Oh, I really wish you wouldn't," Charlie said, not at all phased. "I wish you would just stay here with us and not contact anyone while we get to know each other better."
"Oh, I... I wasn't really going to call the cops," said Barbara. "I'm sorry. I'm such an uppity self-righteous old cunt."
"Dude, you rock!" said Nate to Charlie.
"Yes I do," said Charlie. "And yes you are."
Barbara trembled. Something was terribly wrong but what could she do? Leaving was unthinkable.
"You know, Mrs. Simpson, I think our problem might be the generation gap. If you we're younger, you might appreciate our parties. Hell, we'd probably invite you if you were hot."
"I... But that's ridiculous," said Barbara, "I'm 58 years old and even when I was younger I never would have gone to such a party!"
"Because you've always been an uppity self-righteous old cunt?" asked Charlie.
Barbara flushed and nodded her shame.
"Well, I think I might have a way to convince you to enjoy our parties. I just wish you were more our age."
"But I am your age!" Barbara protested. "I only just turned 20!"
Her hair was dark and soft, her skin smooth and creamy, her body firm and fit. She felt 20. She was 20. She couldn't understand why he was wishing for something that was obviously true.
"Holy shit!" said Nate. "That is so fucking cool!"
Barbara blushed. "I really wish you wouldn't use that sort of language in front of me," she said.
"Well I wish you were a slutty, foul-mouthed party girl!" said Charlie.
"And who the fuck says I'm not?" Barbara demanded. "I can party harder than you pansy-assed cock-suckers."
"And are you slutty?" prompted Charlie.
"Why don't you buy me a drink and find out?" she asked, then licked her lips and glanced at his crotch. She was a nasty, slutty party girl and she loved it!
"Well, if you're a slutty party girl how come you dress like an old lady?" Charlie asked.
"An old lady? What the fuck do you... Holy fucking shit! What the hell am I wearing?"
Barbara was horrified. Here she was talking to two hot guys who wanted to party with her and she was dressed like... like some uppity self-righteous old cunt!
"Don't you remember being an old lady?" Charlie asked.
"Of course not!" said Barbara angrily. "I'm 20! I'm a god-damned slutty party-girl! How the fuck could I have been some uppity self-righteous old cunt? How could I? It doesn't make any fucking sense!"
But even as she said it, she realized that she couldn't remember anything prior to a few minutes before. Except... dimly... an old lady. Herself. But that wasn't possible!
"What the fuck is going on her?" she demanded. "Am I stoned?"
"No, babe, you're boned!" said Nate and then laughed.
"Good one, dude!" said Charlie.
"This is fucked up!" said Barbara. "I can't believe I used to be some uppity self-righteous old cunt but who the fuck am I?"
"Maybe you're Mrs. Simpson's niece and you just can't remember cuz your such a stoner." Charlie suggested.
"God, I am so fucked! Maybe I should go sleep it off."
"Oh, no, no, no, Barbara!" Charlie insisted. "I wish you would believe that you are Barbie, Barbra Simpson's niece. I wish that you would strip naked and believe you are wearing a really sexy dress. And I wish you would want to crank up the music and dance wild, crazy and slutty."
Barbie blinked, confused about what had just happened. She stripped off the old lady clothes and discovered she was wearing a sparkly red top and a black leather miniskirt.
"This is one fucked-up trip!" she declared. "I wanna dance! Let's get this party started!"
She went to the stereo, swaying her ass as she did so, knowing the boys would be watching and wondering just what she had under her sexy little skirt.
Her aunt Barbara had the radio to some god-awful easy listening station.
"God, My aunt Barbara is such an uppity self-righteous old cunt!" she told the boys.
"You got that right," said Charlie. "I wonder how her niece ended up being such a smokin' hot party girl?"
"Just lucky, I guess," said Barbie. "I hope she doesn't come home soon. She'd freak if she found me here alone with two guys!"
"I don't think we have to worry about that, Barbie," said Charlie. "We can party all night here. The old cunt won't be back for a long time."
Nate laughed at that. Barbie found a station that sounded promising. She didn't know the band or the song, but there was a pounding, throbbing bass so she cranked up the volume.
"All right! Let's dance!" she said, clapping her hands over her head and starting to shake everything she had.
"But Barbie, won't the neighbors be pissed?" Charlie asked.
"Fuck the neighbors," said Barbie, stepping up on the coffee table and kicking off her aunt Barbara's magazines.
"Fuck everybody! I just wanna dance! WooHoo!"
"All righty then!" said Charlie. "Let's party!"
He handed her a silver flask and without stopping her wild, sexy dancing she grabbed and chugged it. It burned horribly, but it was what a party girl would do.
"Wow!" she shouted and then shook her head back and forth, fanning her dark hair out. She liked the way it made her head feel.
The guys were mostly watching her dance, but Barbie was o.k. with that. Unfortunately, they started arguing after a few minutes when she thought she had them hypnotized by her swaying hips.
"Come on, man," Nate was saying. "The little guy said we had to share it! Enough dicking around. Give me the bone and let's get to the suck-n-fuck!"
"Man, we've had more of that in the past four days than we would have had in the next four years without the bone! It's called foreplay, wanker!"
"Hey, I let you play with her for this long, right?" Nate pointed out. "Bone me!"
He held out his hand and Charlie reluctantly handed him a small bleached bone.
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