The Priest with Strange Sins Ch. 06

ALL CHARACTERS ARE ADULTS

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At THE WHITE HOUSE TAVERN Mildred Loomis sat on her barstool sulking and looking daggers at her husband, Nathan, as he went out the back door with Sharon Green, Mildred's sister and the sad-sack blonde known to fuck any man for a free drink and a lewd feel, in that order.

Sharon wasn't every man's idea of beautiful but she had long, natural blonde hair and decent breasts that were plentiful, if not firm and buoyant anymore. Her teeth were good though crooked, and her body was slim and on the down-hill side of taut and firm. Her skin sagged everywhere that mattered, but not horribly. She looked forty-something, worked for a commercial laundry in town, and shared a trailer with her son when he wasn't in jail.

Mildred, on the other hand, was a dead-ringer for Ralph Monroe, the plain-jane female carpenter from the Green Acres tv sitcom of the 60s. She couldn't have kids, and some wondered about her plumbing.

Special Inspector, Robin Rizzo sat alone in a booth observing the tavern. Rizzo, retired from a police department back in New York, came South and got a job with the Mango County Sheriff's Office, doing what is called community policing. Rizzo was encouraged to familiarize herself with her Suitcase City district, and a tavern was the least toxic observation deck of all in her community. The SO put her up at a chain motel beside an interstate exit ramp until she found a place she liked.

Rizzo's radar picked up the action with Sharon and Nathan, and scanned the room for interested parties, and saw Mildred. "I seen better looking women in Planet of the Apes," she thought.

Sharon and Nathan walked to his car, where Nathan leaned against the car door and pulled Sharon's body against him, and cupped her ass in his hands while they kissed. Sharon was very oral, and it wasn't long before she was on her knees working on Nathan's schlong with her mouth and hands. Nathan had his eyes closed enjoying the moment.

Rizzo watched the lovers leave the tavern, then watched Mildred follow them after giving Nathan and Sharon enough rope to hang themselves, without guilt, excuses, or remorse.

Sharon had her back to Mildred and never saw the attack coming until she on the ground under Mildred's flailing fists. Nathan stepped away from the women, lit up a Marlboro, and watched the cat-fight until a couple of drinking buddies came along and remained to insult and ridicule the sisters. Sharon wept and begged, as Mildred clawed, punched, and cursed. The fun exhausted, they were walking back to the tavern when Robin came out, saw the affray, pulled her pistol out, raised it, and fired three rounds in the air. Sharon and Mildred separated in an instant.

Rizzo pulled two business cards from her bill-fold, gave each woman one, and said to Mildred, "Come with me," and to Sharon, "See me at my office before noon tomorrow." Mildred made an attempt to slip off. "Hey! What'd I say? Come with me!" And Mildred followed Rizzo back inside the tavern." Sharon walked off, back to her trailer park. It wasn't far.

Sharon stopped at the Quickie Mart for a carton of ICE HOUSE she lugged home. Her son's old Harley was parked in the yard. She went inside. Ricky was naked on the sofa impaled in Sharon's neighbor Sabrina. Sabrina was almost naked, wearing a loose maternity top but no panties or shorts. Sabrina was a petite Cuban girl, probably nineteen or twenty. One hundred pounds with tiny tits. The trailer reeked of pot, and Sabrina was drunk as an English Lord. The coffee table was filled with empties.

Sharon stood and watched Sabrina take a load of semen from Ricky, and watched it ooze from the woman's hole, thick on Ricky's pole. "Must be full up," Sharon thought. Sabrina collapsed atop Ricky, and Sharon went in the kitchen. She had wanted some lovin from Nathan, and still wanted some. "Nuthin worse than that empty feeling inside," she thought. She checked her watch, it wasn't too late for Nathan to make a visit, if Mildred. She knew why Ricky was popular with the girls and the wives. "Aint no nigger packs more man meat than my boy," she smiled. "But I'd fuck Leroy if he came by, and Ricky was gone somewhere. A nigger aint good for much but fuckin, but so's all the men I know."

Sharon knew Ricky shagged everyone, then pulled a pizza out of the freezer, stuck it in the toaster over, and uncapped the beer. It was two-thirty when she awoke, still sitting at the kitchen table. None of the beer still in the bottle, and the pizza cool in the toaster. Sabrina was gone. The trailer was dark. She got up, staggered to the bathroom, peed on the seat cover, then staggered to her bedroom where she stripped to her panties, and fell into bed and a deep sleep until she dreamed of nasty sex with Nathan Loomis.

"Nathan's all asshole," she dreamed, "but has the biggest cock of any white man in Mango County. And he smells better than the niggers and spics I fuck." Sharon had fucked Nathan almost from the day he came to town and hooked up with Sharon's sister, Mildred. "The bastard even shagged mama." In her dream it was night and dark, and Nathan had snuck into her room, spread her legs apart, and stuck his face and mouth between her thighs. She put her hands on his head as he licked her through the fabric and swirled his tongue in her folds and hole.

"You like it doncha?" he whispered, as he stopped to pull her panties down her legs and off her feet.

"Uh, huh," Sharon moaned softly.

"Lemme know when you want me in yuh," he said.

"Anytime you want, baby," she said, grinding her pussy against his face, and pushing her long hair away from her face. Nathan rose up on his knees, pointed his cock at her gash, and she guided it in with her fingers. "Easy as pi," she thought, as his pole slid through her cunt and bumped her womb. She was already moist and slippery, as she rubbed circles about her clit with a finger. "Knock me up, baby, so I can flaunt my fat belly fulla your baby in Mildred's face."

"I might need to give yuh another fill up or two," he said as he pounded her.

"Oh yeh, I'd like that," she mumbled. "I think I'm gonna cum." In two minutes or less she felt him swell and release his icy hot liquid inside her and all over her womb.

"That oughta get the ball rollin'," he said, and pulled out of her.

"Nathan?" She started to say she was sorry about the fight, but he cut her short.

"Momma I ain't Nathan," Ricky cackled. Sharon opened her eyes and pushed her hair away from her face.

"I was dreamin you was your Uncle Nathan," she looked thunder-struck seeing Ricky in the bed with her. She felt his cum seaping out of her.

"Family resemblence, you s'pose, Mama?" Ricky taunted her.

"What you want with me, anyways?" She asked as she rose, swung her legs across the mattress to the floor, reached for her cigarettes, and plugged one in her mouth. "Where's my lighter? Turn on your light."

Ricky turned away from his mother, clicked on the lamp, then turned back to look at her from behind. "Looks like you been wrastlin with Mildred again," he observed. Sharon found the lighter and lit her cigarette. Ricky scooted closer to her to massage her shoulders and back.

"Don't," she said. Ricky ignored her. She smoked her cigarette then rose. "I need a drink." And left the bedroom. The light flipped on in the kitchen. Ricky heard cabinet doors opening and closing.

"Under the sink," Ricky said.

"What?" She replied.

"There's a bottle under the sink," he answered.

"Can I have a little bit?" She asked.

"Take all you want," he said.

She filled a jelly glass to its brim and flipped off the kitchen light, then flipped on the bathroom light and pulled a drawer open and pushed it shut. Then he heard the sink faucet turn on, and the sound of her brushing her teeth. After 10 minutes of making noise she flipped off the light and returned to the bedroom, covered with a house-coat. "You planning on staying the night?" She asked before she got on the bed.

"Don't I get a drink?" He asked.

"You don't need it, I do," she replied, and put the jelly glass atop the night table. "Ain't that Sabrina enough for you? You know her old man is gonna wanna kick your ass when he gets outta jail."

"Don't make me laugh!" Ricky laughed. "That faggot probly thinks he died and went to heaven at the jail."

"Then what's he want Sabrina for?" Sharon asked.

"For the money she makes at the lingerie shop, fucking niggers," he said.

Sharon gulped down the last of the whisky in the jelly glass, and waited. Ricky checked his watch. "What you waitin for?" He said.

"For you to turn the light off," she replied.

"I seen you before," he argued.

"I don't care what you seen, I ain't one of them little trailer trash crack whores you like so much," she answered. He clicked off the lamp and couldn't see her in the dark, but heard her set the jelly glass on the table, and heard her rustling the coat and sheets on her side of the bed. "What time is it?" She asked.

"Four," he replied.

Sharon awoke again and looked at the clock. Ricky had gone off to work while she slept. She felt like a fuck swamp and felt a need to pee and for a hot bath before anything else. Sleeping with her son was a new low for her, though he wasn't her first blood relative or the youngest man. She didn't think she was too far off the reservation, either. The girls at the laundry talked, gossiped, and hinted at worse. "You take life as it comes," she reasoned. "And that awful itch was asleep, finally. It'll leave me alone for a few days. Then she wondered about later, "Will he come home early, or wait till late, to surprise me, maybe he won't come home at all!" She feared. "I hate it, sitting home wonderin about a man! Shit! I forgot about the cop I gotta see. She probly forgot about me already."

In the same park, in the darkness before dawn, Leroy Brown stepped out the door of Janis Bogue's trailer, looked around, and walked to his office, where he unlocked the door, went inside, flipped on the lights, and confronted a visitor. "Whatchu want, and how did you get in here?" Leroy asked.

"The door was open and I came in," the intruder said, then plunged an ice-pick into Leroy's ear canal, and forced it into his brain.

Leroy went blind immediately and lurched forward, then stumbled about until he fell out the door, down the steps, onto the ground, and lay in the gravel shouting nonsense. The intruder left, stepping over Leroy, walking through the dark, along the drive, to the highway. Witnesses named six different renters in the park as the intruder.

The attack awaited Rizzo when she walked in the door. She reviewed Leroy's file and remembered Sharon. "No time today to play with lounge lizards," she decided, then told the clerk, "I got visitors, today, send them home, OK? And warn them to expect a visit from God if they pull my chain too much,"

Robin Rizzo drove over to the trailer park to meet Leroy's woman, a Haitian female named Yveline Soulie. Yveline looked to be twenty-three or four, and mostly white; that is, her black hair was straight, her eyes were blue, and her features were Caucasian. Skin color was the only sign of her Negro blood. A century ago she would be classified Quadroon in the Census. Three of her grandparents were French, one was black. ought; "five-feet tall, 150 pounds. On her ass and thighs," Rizzo judged.

"My English is not so good," Yveline grinned as she apologized and opened the trailer door for Rizzo. "Please sit down, what you do with Leroy?"

Rizzo handed Yveline a card. Yveline was illiterate. "Mister Brown went to the hospital," Rizzo replied.

"He was stabbed?" Yveline asked?

"It looks that way but the wound is too small to say for sure," Rizzo said. "Does Leroy have any enemies?"

"Just the mens," Yveline revealed. "Leroy sleep with all the wives. Plenty mens don't care, and some do. What you say you name is?"