Chapter 2

That third foster home was the most chaotic of all with lots of adults coming in and out of the home at all hours. I finally realized that the place was also doubling as a pick-up location for prescription pills, funny cigarettes and sometime even something a lot stronger. The lady of the house was also doing double duty as ass for hire and she would not try to hide her sinful ways from the rest of us listening to her pant and moan at odd hours. When she was not feeling well, she come to one of us female charges and tell us,

“I’ll give a fifty-fifty split to you for spreading your legs for this asshole. Remember it is cash up front and make sure the prick is wearing a condom because I don’t want to explain a swollen belly to child services. This is a respectable foster home.”

It almost made laugh to hear her spiel because she was so far out in her junkie world that she must have thought her words made sense.

I did take her up on that offer because I needed the dough for some cosmetics. I was not inclined to do any shoplifting because I had seen some young girls get into a bad blackmailing situation just for slipping some lipstick or some eye shadow into their bra when they thought nobody was looking.

My new chaotic world in the country was made even more confusing by the sudden introduction of two more “fosters”.

They were twin sisters just under the line of “jail bait” and they had been passed around so many foster homes that they never really unpacked their shit until they knew for sure that they would be there at the end of the month. It seemed really strange to me that the foster guardians would want to get rid of them so fast because on the surface they looked like perfect examples of the kind of defenseless teenage female the foster wardens loved as inmates because they could work as “hostesses” for male visitors in a donating mood.

I understood right away when I saw them viciously beat up a passive sixteen year old boy with an interest in reading and not in girls. I remember him crying and feeling sorry for him because those two girls kept calling him a “pussy” and standing on his stomach and his poor sensitive balls.

They had the upper and lower bunk right next to me in the window alcove and the upper rack on my side was empty with only a huge boom box sitting there with lots of tapes of all kinds of music that appealed to younger people. The radio was broken and that was just fine with the management because they didn’t want us fosters getting upset at the shitty news in the world all filled with crime and terrible things that was simply not nice for not quite adult charges.

I discovered just how bad those two girls were when I saw them doing a perfect “sixty-nine” on the somewhat secluded bottom bunk just a few feet from my startled awake head. It looked to me like Josie, the twin on top, was giving it nice and hard to her sister’s juicy pussy like a born cunt licker with absolutely no consideration for proper manners.