Chapter 1: Where’s Mine?

Okay, y’all listen up! The statute of limitations has expired for everything that can be pinned on me. Besides, everyone who lived through it is over 21 now, and the ones that didn’t make it, well, that wasn’t me. I’ve never killed anyone who didn’t deserve it.

I still have trouble believing that anyone published a story about that night. And who could have written it? It had to be someone who was actually there, they got too many details right. I’d accuse Sammy of writing it -once he got off all his shit he had a good mind- but he would never have written about himself as ‘the earfucker’. It had to have been someone else who wanted to fuck with him, but I don’t know who. Dimona, maybe? She’d do it just for the laughs.

Or maybe Bubba lost a bet with Dimona and had to write it to avoid doing something worse. “If you can’t do [that, whatever it was] then you gotta write a story the way Sammy’d write it. If he could write, I mean.” Those two were always doing weird shit like that.

Anyway, that night after the district championship game, the last thing on my TTD list was to set Frank up to get himself killed if he tried to fuck me over. I didn’t have any reason to go home so I went back to the school and sat in my office for a while.

We’d done everything we’d set out to do. We’d fucked over that lying, cheating cunt of a coach from VMC and every bitch on her team. We’d even fucked over some of the bastards who had bankrolled the cunt. Our girls’ roundball team had won the district championship.

We’d bought off all four of the feral gangs that claimed W-C, West Central High. They’d all promised to leave the school alone for the rest of the year if we got them some fresh pussy. We’d done that, and now they were stuck having to follow through on a promise they hadn’t expected to mean anything.

None of the gangs had any intention of actually leaving the school alone, of course. They couldn’t. W-C was where they recruited from. Still, the first gang to cause trouble AT school was going to get butt-fucked. They’d get it from the other gangs, the police, the school, the whole community.

Sure, from me, too, if I had to. I promised Mr. Davis that if he gave me a free hand, I’d get the gangs off our backs. It was GONNA happen. US Army Sergeant Lawrence Wilkins hadn’t ever promised his men anything he couldn’t make happen, and Coach Larry Wilkins doesn’t either.

I didn’t mind a group of guys getting together to keep their turf from getting ripped off by outsiders, that was fine. But, they had to have some integrity, right? If they couldn’t keep their word, they were nothing more than rabid dogs and everyone would help put them down. The survivors would learn to keep their word.

Next year, they’d all want to be bribed again, but that couldn’t be helped. If we had to, we’d get them some more girls. Whatever it took. There were dumb white cunts everywhere for the taking, right?

No, I wasn’t worried about the gangs. Instead, I was getting mad about taking care of everyone else. Who was taking care of ME?

No one, that’s who. I’d given four of the girls to Lucy, three of the players and one of their mothers. None of the girls was much to look at yet, but the mother was prime, grade-A stuck up rich white pussy and I wanted it. I’d given everyone else their own pussy. It was time to go get mine.

Lucy called out almost immediately after I banged on her door. “What chu want?”

“I want you to open your door, you stupid fucking cow! What do you think?”

“Lawrence Allen Wilkins, I ain’t gotta do shit you say. You ain’t my daddy!”

“You’re right, Lucinda Marie Wilkins, you don’t have to do anything I say. You don’t have to open the door. I can open it myself. Of course, it won’t close again, but what do I care? It’s already broken, right? It shoulda opened when I came by to check on my sister and it didn’t. It must be broken.”

My sister’s apartment was on its fifth door, I think, since I’d put her in there. One of those times it was someone else, but the rest of them had been me breaking in, either to save her from her own stupidity or to fuck her up for trying to fuck me over. I owned the building, I was the slumlord, and I was the maintenance manager. Having to replace one of the apartments’ doors was no big deal. I was good at it, by now.

“There was a riot tonight down at the school, and I need to make sure my sister’s okay. And if you’ve got that goddam razor in your hand when I walk in, I’m going to take it away from you and use it to cut that fucking hand off so you never pick it up again. Then, I’m going to take that hand, put that razor back in it and put it someplace safe, like maybe a foot up your ass where it can’t accidentally hurt nobody. But, no, you ain’t gotta do anything your baby brother tells you to do. I ain’t your daddy.”

Thing is, she knew I could do it if I decided to. Growing up, I’d put up with her shit for a long time before I got tired of it and started giving her shit back. She’d stopped hitting me when I was 10 or 11, when I showed her I’d been practicing and exercising and I could hit her back a lot harder than she could hit me.

After high school I’d done 4 years in the Army and I’d killed a lot of people before I went to college and came back to the ‘hood to teach. By now I was the head fucking coach of West Central fucking High School and every day I had to deal with little shits who thought they were tough. Lucy knew all about making little pussies obey, but she didn’t know shit about real fighting.

I didn’t know judo or karate or taekwondo or any of that shit, but I knew how to disarm a fat bitch that never did anything more strenuous than slapping some slut around. Hell, Lucy wouldn’t even be the first person I’d killed this week!

Still, she was my big sister and there weren’t too many people I trusted. It was for sure that I was the only man who’d never fucked Lucy over. Well, without first getting her to agree she deserved it. I’d fucked her over plenty of times as payback for her trying to fuck me over, before she learned that maybe it wasn’t a good idea to try to fuck over someone stronger, faster, and smarter than her. And with a long memory.

I heard her saying something about not doing anything stupid, and then the door opened. I didn’t step in until I’d looked my sister over good. Sometimes Lucy did some of the shit that her girls brought in, and she didn’t always make good decisions. Trying to cut me would be a bad decision, but I didn’t want to give her a chance to fuck up that bad. She was the only family I had left.

“Who-all you got in here?”

“Why you want to know?”

“‘Cause I’m looking for some pussy, and I don’t want yours.”

“You ain’t gettin’ mine nohow.” Lucy moved out of the doorway, and I could see one of the cunt’s players, the one with the white-blonde hair, tied down on the floor. She was staked out naked like some kind of sacrifice, with her tongue sticking out. Lucy wasn’t naked, thank God, she’d taken her skirt off but was still wearing her top. I was already seein’ more than I wanted to. “You can have this one any way you want. I’ve been teaching her how to lick.”

“Where are the other two? The mother-daughter matched set? Those are the ones I want. This one still looks like a boy to me.”

“I got them sluts down at the Crib. They’s getting all used to lovin’ each other. They’s gonna make me a lot of money doin’ shows at clubs and shit.”

“That money ain’t gonna do you no good at all if you’re down in Mexico, all tied up and lickin’ tacos outta greaser assholes for a quarter.”

“Why you bein’ like that? I’m your own sister. You oughta be nice to me.”

“Yeah, but I set that whole thing up. You made a lotta money outta this, and you think you deserve four bitches for your share while I get nothin’? You got another think coming, Lucy. Besides, I’m your own brother. You oughta be nice to me. Christmas is coming up, you know. I think those two sluts would make a really nice Christmas present for your favorite baby brother. You sure look like you appreciate the present I got you!” I said, pointing down at the girl who’d been on that cunt’s roundball team.

She was still laying there with her tongue out. “Why’s her tongue out like that? Is it stuck?” I already knew, she did this to every little bitch she took home. This was just training.

“She’s in training. It’s an exercise she gotta do. Any time I be in the same room as her she gotta keep her tongue out in case I wanna ride it. She’s a quick learner, too. I only had to whip her pussy a couple of times ‘fore she learned to keep that tongue out where it belongs. She be all whiney and shit when she come up here but she learnt quick how to shut up and lick. And she’s already decided that my pussy tastes good. She didn’t like it at first so I made her lick my ass until she changed her mind. I bet I’ve got the cleanest ass in town. You wanna see it?”

“You wanna see if my shoe fits up there? No, I don’t want to see your ass, Lucy. It won’t look any better than your face does. I just want those two girls. Why you got this one here, anyway?”

Lucy smiled at me. “I’m gonna keep this one myself. She’s gonna learn how to lick me just the way I like it. Once she’s trained up right she’s gonna be my personal bitch. She’s gettin’ the right attitude already. I don’t think I’ll even have to tie her up any more in a week or so, she’s gonna be so happy bein’ allowed to lick me that she’ll just follow me around everywhere waitin’ for permission.”