Writing It Down

A call up to the fourth floor Monitor revealed that Todd wasn't in. Becky left a message that she was in Murphy Dormitory; please come by.

"Hey uh, listen, I uh," the shirtless youth tried to talk to Becky when she stepped out of Sharp Shire dormitory.

"Go away; I already have one rectum, I don't need a second one," Becky snapped, stomping past the buffoon.

"Day-yum! Shorter! You been burned," a young man chortled.

"Uh, yeah, uh Burn unit?" another young man said, pantomiming holding a phone. "Uh yes, one male victim, third and fourth degree burns, all over his body."

Becky's weekly calls home to her mother and her father were the highlights of Clyde's week and of Imelda's week. Both expressed their pride in her, both parents expressed their confidence in her scholastic aptitude.

"Dean's list, I'm sure of it," Clyde encouraged.

"But even if you don't? We're still mighty proud of you," Imelda assured Becky.

It was after the fourth phone call home that Becky realized that her dad seemed to know what she had shared with her mother. And her mom seemed to know what Becky and her father had talked about.

"Mom, are you and Daddy back together?" Becky asked, getting right to the point on her next phone call home.

"I uh, well, I mean, he's been sober and..." Imelda defended.

"Mom, it's okay," Becky assured her mother.

It wasn't okay with Becky's brothers. Jeremy moved out of the trailer and a week later, Martin followed. Both boys had suffered under Clyde's active alcoholism for too many years; their scars were too deep.

Imelda made a joke of it, even though it was obvious that she was upset. She told Becky it was about time those two found out about rent and utilities and food and those bills that just pop up when you least expect them.

Five weeks into her semester, Becky finally cornered Todd. And saw that Luanne Holmes had not gone to Connelly College. It was Luanne that saw Becky first as Becky approached their cafeteria table. Luanne's blue eyes opened wide and her face lost color.

"Hi Luanne, hi Todd," Becky said calmly.

"Becky! I uh, hey! How you doing?" Todd stammered, clearly not happy to see Becky.

"You know, I left a few messages at Sharp Shire," Becky said, voice still calm, measured.

"I uh, yeah, I uh, I been meaning get back to you," Todd lied.

"It would have taken, what? Five minutes of your time to let me know?" Becky said, pointing to Luanne.

"Yeah, well, i..." Todd said.

"I thought you were a man, Todd Moore," Becky said, voice becoming hard. "I thought you were a man, but now I see, you're nothing but a little boy."

Todd said nothing, just hung his head. Luanne sat stock still, saying nothing as Becky turned and walked away.

Safely in her room, Becky let out an anguished wail. She sobbed bitter tears over her loss. Then Nadine pressed a cool rag to Becky's forehead. Quietly, Nadine sponged Becky's tears away.

"Love hurts sometimes," Nadine said flatly.

Becky now had no reason to turn down any requests for dates. Her first date was with Aaron Newsbaum, a legally blind man she knew from her Sociology 115 class. He was tall, gangly, used a white cane, even though he still had some vision, and was bright and funny.

"See, there's this barbecue place? Cowboy's? On Thursday nights, there's line dancing," Aaron enthused. "We can go there, get something to eat, then do a little dancing, what you say?"

"Oh that sounds great," Becky smiled.

"Now, I uh, I can't drive, but we can double-date with my roommate," Aaron suggested. "Or I can Uber us there."

"Or I can drive us," Becky said.

The dinner was good. Not great, but Becky did like the double chocolate malt, and also tasted Aaron's caramel apple malt.

Aaron and Becky had fun dancing. At ten o'clock, Aaron said he had an eight o'clock class so they left.

In the parking lot in front of Sharp Shire dormitory, they kissed, becoming more heated. Aaron let out a shuddering groan when he braved touching Becky's breasts. From the light of the streetlight, Becky could see a dark stain in the front of Aaron's jeans. She had made the young man ejaculate, just from letting him touch her breasts. That knowledge gave Becky a feeling of power.

"Next time?" Becky said, actually patting Aaron's crotch. "Don't waste that, okay?"

They did go out on a few more dates. He was funny, with a very dry and sardonic wit. He was also intelligent.

After their third date, they had sex on the bench seat of Becky's truck. Aaron's cock was a lot like the rest of him, long and thin. Becky wrapped her hand around the shaft and barely had her lips around the head of his cock before Aaron grunted and blew his load. Then he returned the favor. Aaron Newsbaum liked eating pussy and Becky shuddered, groaned and squealed through two orgasms before urging him to slide his condom onto his cock.

Before he did, though, Aaron had Becky roll onto her belly. He then used his hands to pull her sweetly rounded buttocks apart and lapped at her anus. He tried to force his tongue into her back door while his fingers continued to toy with her wet pussy. Becky grunted, then squealed in orgasm when Aaron jammed two fingers into her spittle lubricated rectum.

"No, no, stick it in me," Becky finally demanded, rolling onto her back.

Unfortunately, Aaron seemed to think that sex meant that they were now exclusive. Becky broke it to him as gently as possible; they were both young, both needed to date others.

"It's because I'm blind, right?" Aaron said bitterly. "Yeah, yeah, it's all good. Shit, sympathy sex feels just as good as regular sex, you know."

Thankfully, Ruth Eissenbach did take Aaron Newsbaum off of Becky's hands. Like Aaron, Ruth believed that sex meant that they were exclusive. Becky was always polite whenever their paths crossed; she was also quite relieved.

Becky's 4.0 GPA earned her a spot on the Dean's List. Her roommate, Nadine, however, was on academic probation; Nadine spent more time hanging out in frat houses than in class or the library. She was almost cheerful as she packed her two suitcases at the end of the semester.

"Told my parents," Nadine said. "I told them don't waste their money; I hate school."

When she enrolled for the spring semester, Becky's student advisor pointed out that Becky needed at least twelve hours of Physical Education. So Becky signed up for beginner's yoga.

Alexis Smith looked up as yet another student wandered past her open doorway. The head coach of the Lady Storm softball team was idly killing time; she and her two assistant coaches had already approved their current roster; and their first practice wasn't for another three weeks. But Ed Baggett, the University of Louisiana at DeGarde was paying her, had given her an office, so Alexis was just taking up space.

Alexis sucked in her breath as Becky Meadows walked past. Susan Couvillion, Alexis's best friend and her unrequited crush had been dead, drug overdose for almost six years now.

And Susan's twin had just walked past. True, the doppelganger was at least ten inches shorter than Susan had been, and the twin wore glasses; Susan had not worn glasses, other than extremely ugly sunglasses. But Susan's twin had the same beautiful brown hair, the same deep brown eyes, the same button nose, same pouting lips, and same round chin as Susan Couvillion. The twin also sported a large chest, just as Susan had proudly displayed.

"You!" Alexis called out, stepping into the hall.

Becky jumped, startled when a woman called out, loudly. She turned and saw a beautiful blonde woman approaching her.

"Yes ma'am?" Becky asked, stepping back slightly.

"What's your name?" Alexis demanded.

"Becky. Becky Meadows," Becky quavered.

"Know anything about softball?" Alexis asked, smiling down at the girl.

"No. No ma'am, not really," Becky said, not relaxing her defensive pose.

"You're my new equipment manager," Alexis decided. "So you better learn."

Alexis Smith had been a cheerleader for the University of Louisiana at DeGarde, and had been second base for the Lady Storm softball team. With her degree in Physical Education, along with her status of being a part of two championship seasons, it had just made sense to Ed Baggett to hire Alexis Smith as an assistant coach. When Linda Mouton, the head coach of the Lady Storm disclosed to Ed Baggett and Dean Robert Sims that she had Parkinson's and abruptly retired, Alexis was named as head coach.

Alexis Smith was a horrible coach. True, she knew the game, knew the rules, but did not know how to train others in the game. She did not know how to rally morale, motivate players.

Becky studied the game. She used the computer in the library and studied the game of softball. Slowly, she started to recognize the numerous failings of Coach Smith.

Becky Meadows liked being the equipment manager. In high school, she'd never been particularly athletic, so had not been accepted by the athletes of Lloyd M. Bentsen High School. But here, she was accepted, even welcomed by the athletes, welcomed with smiles and gentle caresses to her shoulders, her arms, and her back by Coach Smith.

In time, those gentle touches and innocent caresses gave way to hugs and squeezes. When the team travelled to other campuses, Becky was often positioned between Coach Smith and the window of the team bus. And Coach Smith found reasons to touch Becky's leg, arm, and waist often as the large vehicle rolled along.

Becky had an odd feeling in the pit of her stomach as the older woman touched her, caressed her. It was not an unpleasant feeling, just an odd feeling, a feeling of being slightly off-balance.

"Nineteen to two. Nine fucking teen to two," Assistant Coach Babette Broussard complained after their fifth straight loss. "Nineteen to two, to a God damned team that hasn't won their last fourteen fucking games! Are you kidding me?"

"Come," Alexis barked out when there was a soft knock at her office door.

"Coach Smith?" Becky asked, sticking her head in the door.

"Yeah Honey?" Alexis asked, brightening at the sight of Becky.

And then Alexis's happiness gave way to bitterness, anger. Becky Meadows dared point out her mistakes as a coach. The little bitch dared question Alexis's decisions during the game.

"You listen here, you little God damned cunt!" Alexis snarled, shoving Becky hard.

As a stunned Becky sprawled on the floor of Coach Smith's office. Alexis straddled Becky's waist and began pushing Becky's U.L.D. Lady Storm tee shirt up, exposing Becky's industrial strength bra.

"No," Becky protested.

Ed Baggett, the Athletic Director of the University of Louisiana at DeGarde opened the door of the office just as Alexis pushed up the cups of Becky's bra. The maneuver exposed Becky's left breast and Alexis grabbed the large nipple, twisting the sensitive nub cruelly.

"Ms. Smith, that will be enough," Ed Baggett thundered as Becky burst into tears. "In fact, you need to clean out your desk; you no longer work here."

Ed Baggett, Dean Robert Sims and the legal team of Coutre & Associates offered Becky Meadows a full scholarship, as well as one hundred thousand dollars if she promised not to press charges. She signed the documents and walked out of the administration building. She also walked away from the game of softball. She had no desire to be their equipment manager ever again. Her last act was to stuff her U.L.D. Lady Storm tee shirt into a trash can.

Becky did not sign up for the summer semester. She proudly showed her father and her mother the letter from Dean Sims; she was on the Dean's List again; she still maintained a 4.0 GPA.

While home, she did have another date with Rory Smith. He took her to Rustler's BBQ, then back to Browner Park. Becky gave him a blow job, swallowing his load. Then Rory complained bitterly when she insisted on a condom.

Their third date was a movie and then another suck and fuck. Becky decided there would be no fourth date.

"Rory, how many girls you been with?" she asked when he called, asking for another date.

"Oh well," Rory preened. "A gentleman doesn't tell."

"I'm not asking for their names. Just give me a number," Becky said. "Ten? Fifteen?"

"I uh, about fifteen, I guess," Rory stammered, multiplying the actual number by five.

"And still don't know how to fuck? Girls got this thing? Called orgasms," Becky said. "Google it. But don't call me no more, hear?"

A week before the fall semester began, Becky noticed that her father looked pale. She also noticed that he was sweating, even though the air-conditioning was blowing high.

"No easy way say this," Clyde admitted. "But, shit, you don't drink for thirty eight years straight and not do some damage."

"That's kind of why I took him back," Imelda quietly said.

"That. And you love me," Clyde tried to joke.

"That. And I love you," Imelda said, a tear sliding down her cheek.

"I'm not going back to DeGarde," Becky decided.

"Oh bull shit too," Clyde snapped.

"Baby, you, you're doing too good to not go back," Imelda said.

"But Daddy's sick," Becky sobbed.

"No, Becky, no," Clyde said. "You are going to school, and you're going to do your best and that's that. I don't want hear this shit you're not going to school. Just because I destroyed my life; that's no reason for you to ruin yours."

The next level from beginner's yoga was quite a step up. Becky found herself dragging a towel and bar of soap with her yoga pad and workout clothes. Mrs. Patel, the instructor came into the locker room and stripped off her own sweat soaked clothes. She smiled at Becky.

"I am glad I have only the two classes on Tuesday Thursday," Mrs. Patel admitted as she adjusted the taps of the shower. "Monday Wednesday Friday? I have all four levels."

"Uh yes ma'am," Becky stammered, looking away from the sixty year old Indian woman.

The woman did not shave. Anything. Her legs, her underarms were heavily carpeted with coarse black and silver hair. Mrs. Patel's crotch was likewise thickly furred and when the woman had turned to grab her loofah sponge, Becky had seen that Mrs. Patel's anus was fringed with a dark circle of hair.

Reaching and giving her own anus a deft rub, Becky was sickened to feel a fringe of stiff hairs. She vowed she would shave that clean as soon as possible.

"See you Thursday," Mrs. Patel cheerfully called out as Becky scampered away.

"Yes ma'am," Becky said.

Billy Fontenot took Becky to Benito's Fine Italian Restaurant on their first date. Their second date was to the Flowers movie theater and then to Yum Yum Ice Cream for a caramel sundae afterward. He then drove them to Huvall's Levee, a local make-out spot.

"So? What you think?" Becky asked as she slurped up and down the length of Billy's fat five inches of uncircumcised meat. "Think I ought shave my pussy?"

"I uh, oh God yeah," Billy grunted as Becky swallowed his entire length down to the root.

Billy soon pumped a hot load down Becky's throat. He did not hesitate to put his head between Becky's thighs, licking and sucking at her wet pussy. She reached down and pulled her right butt cheek, an invitation for him to jam a finger into her sweaty anus.

"Um, oh yes," Becky hissed as Billy fingered her pussy and her ass, his lips firmly around her fat little clitoris.

Billy sucked her to two orgasms, then rolled a condom on over his hard cock.

Billy's nice fat cock was one benefit of dating him. Another benefit of dating Billy Fontenot was that Billy had his own car; she didn't need to drive them everywhere. Yet another benefit was he seemed to have a ready source of cash; Becky didn't need to chip in for their dates. She would not have minded, but it was still nice to be able to keep her money in her purse.

The biggest benefit of having the occasional date with Billy Fontenot, though, was Billy Fontenot was roommates with Todd Moore. Usually Becky waited until the third or fourth date before she would have sex with her dates. Some would-be Romeos didn't even make it to the third date.

But when Becky found out, over an excellent lasagna at Benito's that Billy and Todd were roommates, Becky had almost fucked Billy on that first date. Now, laying underneath the handsome young man as he drove his fat meat into her, Becky told him to make sure Todd heard all about their hot and heavy fuck.

Three weeks before Thanksgiving, Imelda called Jeremy, Martin, and Becky. Jeremy and Martin refused to make the twenty minute drive to see their father as he lay in Collier Hospital in Lowridge, Texas. Becky made the four and a half hour drive after letting her five professors know what was going on. As she was maintaining a perfect score, her professors agreed that she could make up any missed assignments, provided she returned before final exams the first week of December.

"Hey, baby girl," Clyde croaked out. "Becky, what you doing here? You got school."

"Daddy, that don't matter," Becky choked out.

"Love you, baby girl," Clyde said, wearily closing his eyes.

"I love you too, Daddy," Becky sobbed, clutching his hand.

Three days later, Imelda called their two sons. Again, they refused to inconvenience themselves. Neither boy would come see their father as he lay in the ward of the charity hospital. With a nod, Imelda gave the doctor permission to pull the plug.

At the memorial service, Becky was introduced to Clyde's second family, the members of his Alcoholics Anonymous home group. Most of them had glowing things to say about her father.

"I (Ah ahem mm) I ordered this for your daddy," George told Becky, handing her an 18 month medallion. "I (ah ahem mm) don't think he's (ah ahem mm) going drink at the big meeting in the sky, so (ah ahem mm) guess we'll say he's got eighteen months today, okay?"

Becky gave the man a hug and kiss, then put the brass medallion into her purse. The heavy coin gave a soft 'clink' as it struck the white plastic chip, the one her father had given to her seventeen months earlier. She then looked around, but there was no sign of Jeremy or Martin.

"I'm an alcoholic (ah ahem mm) named George," George said out loud.

"Hi George," several people called out.

"(ah ahem mm) Clyde said he wanted the topic (ah ahem mm) of his last meeting to come from page sixty nine (ah ahem mm)" George said and a few people tittered. "But I think we'll a (ah ahem mm) go to 'A Full And Thankful (ah ahem mm) Heart' out of 'As Bill (ah ahem mm) Sees it.'"

"Page sixty nine in our Big Book deals with sex," a woman whispered to Becky, smiling widely.

"Daddy!" Becky couldn't help but giggle through her tears.

As they held the impromptu AA meeting at the memorial service, Becky couldn't help but think that Jeremy and Martin should have been there. They needed to hear these people, hear their stories. They looked respectable, dignified, refined. And yet they used words like 'fuck' and 'shit' and used those words in the same sentence with 'God' and 'Gratitude' and 'prayer.'

The day after they buried Clyde, Becky returned to DeGarde. Her professors expressed their sympathy for her loss. Becky smiled, despite the tears.

"Don't be sorry. My Daddy's in Heaven and he's out of pain," Becky assured them.

Becky easily caught up on her assignments, then went home for the Thanksgiving break. Jeremy and Martin showed up for Thanksgiving. Jeremy looked sullen, spoke in monosyllabic grunts to his family. Martin nervously introduced Layla Green to Imelda, Becky and Jeremy.

Layla Green was an African-American girl with a medium sized afro hairstyle, skin the color of rich coffee with a splash of cream, and big golden brown eyes. She displayed a self-assurance and poise as she entered the trailer.

Though surprised, Imelda greeted the girl with smiles. Becky was used to seeing African-Americans and whites together on the college campus; in fact, she'd been asked out a few times by African-American men, and one African-American woman. She had politely declined those requests; she had not found any of those men particularly appealing. And had certainly not found Laquissa Toombs attractive. Plus that, the whispered comments behind the backs of the white women that did date black men was very scornful. Becky did not want to hear those words said about herself whispered about in the halls of Murphy's.