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    dots Submission Name: PUSSY POWER PART 1dots
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    Author: milo stills
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    Pussy Power

    Everyone at the party knew not to mess with Jud when he lost his temper, which was often. More often than not when he got a couple sixers in him, the best thing to do was just hand him a beer and stay away. Jud wasn’t always so wild, and some of his friends were still adjusting to the man post Iraqi Freedom.

    Right now he was trying to convince some blonde to come back to his trailer and see his purple heart. He jerked up his shirt to reveal three large slashes across his chest. The blonde ran her fingers along the scars. She matched Jud drink for drink and could not stop laughing.

    “You’re a real American hero aren’t you?”

    “Hell yes I am, I don’t know what the boys are gonna do without me.”

    Jud sucked down the rest of his beer, smashed the can against his head and tossed it across the room.

    “Go get us another, girl.”

    She staggered off laughing to herself and stroking her hips. Jud belched scanning the crowd. His blonde was the best piece of pussy at this party. It was a pretty lame party, but the beer was free, and the blonde was impressed. He just sat for a moment, watching everyone mill around. Some black kid with a mohawk plopped down next to him, and started talking on a cell phone. He seemed to be counting numbers, or at least that’s what it looked like to Jud. Like he was doing geometry in his head and couldn’t concentrate on anything else. He lit a joint.

    Jud realized he was staring at this kid and started looking for a girl with a tight ass. (A tighter ass.) He hated parties like this, were everyone knows everyone else. He didn’t want a girl from high school, just someone random.

    “Your name’s Jud right?” it was the black kid.

    He looked at the still burning joint and nodded.

    “I’m Eric, I was a freshmen when you where a senior. I used to smoke pot with you after gym class.”

    He looked more closely at the black kid’s faces and everything clicked.

    “Yeah, yeah I know you. What’s up man? You still doing shit?”

    Eric was hitting his joint and couldn’t talk. He just shrugged his shoulders and then passed it over to Jud.
    “This town is pretty dry right now. But if you still want the good shit, (leaning in close) not the fucking garbage these emo fags are selling.”

    He stopped just as Jud started to cough, and smirked like a Buddha.

    “Look man, this is just a sample, but it’s the best shit. Here take my number.”

    He passed over two more joints wrapped in a piece of paper with his number. Jud didn’t say anything, just pocketed the gear and smiled. He hadn’t smoked grass since high school; he was already reeling. He handed the roach back to Eric and looked around for his blonde; she was supposed to find him a beer.

    “Your looking for that blonde girl, aren’t you?”

    “You seen her?”

    “I saw her run out side right before I sat down.”

    “I’ll be sure to call you sometime. Thanks for the sample.” They pounded fists and Jud walked away. It was best not to get to know dealers he decided. Other wise they’ll always want you to sit and smoke when you want something.

    “I’ll see you later, Jud.”

    He snatched a case from the kitchen on his way out the door and scanned the perimeter; he noticed the host and a few other sitting on top of the garage, blaring music and drinking beers.

    “You ain’t leaving are you Jud, this party’s just getting started.”

    This was far from true the place was trashed. It had been some bodies’ birthday some time and the party was still banging. He heard a door slam and quickly whipped to attention.

    “I’ll be back; I’m just looking for that girl.”

    “Oh yeah, Crystal gets around.” they all laughed.

    This party was making him sick. He wanted to find the blonde and go smoke. Before long he had another beer in his hand. His mind was far away at that moment, he tried to chug but chocked. Beer wasn’t doing anything for him right now, he decided to forget the blonde and get out of here. Just as the thought struck him he stopped her, from out of now where.

    She was leaning against a truck, and smoking a cigarette franticly.

    “Thought you could get away didn’t you, girl.”

    She just looked at him confused.

    “I’m so fucking drunk, Jud.” He realized it was his truck she was leaning against. The night was picking up.

    “Your right, we should go. I got the beer for us.”

    “My dad just called, he’s mighty sore at me for coming to this party. You don’t know what he’s like when he’s mad at me Jud.”

    “Everybody has a daddy baby.”

    “It’s not just that. (She dropped her cigarette and stomped it out with her brown hiking boots.) I want you to do something about it, get me out of here or something.”

    “You don’t have to be scared; he’s no match for me no matter what you think. And then I can show you my heart.”

    It was times like this when Jud made people nervous, when he got stuck in that old frame of mind. Sometime he’d find him self reaching for a weapon that wasn’t there, or shouting an order to no one. He closed his eyes; he didn’t want to think about it. He just wanted to teach this guy a lesson, for what ever he did.

    “Are you going to hurt him?”

    “I don’t know do you want me too?” He handed her a beer like a question mark, even if he already knew the answer. He had a sister a lot like the blonde; he knew what to look for. She nodded then opened the beer.

    “I want you to hurt him so badly.” Chug a lug.

    “When’s your daddy supposed to come?”

    “I don’t know…soon.”

    “Wait in the truck and lock the door.”

    Jud already knew the lay out of the house and drive way, he’d been here a few times before. There was only one point of entry, and that mattered. There were also only two empty parking spaces, he picked the one closest to the house and waited. He was used to waiting. He sat close to the ground, maintaining a clear view of the blonde and the empty space next to him.

    He decided as he waited and watched the blonde, that she was something worthwhile. He could see spending some more time with this one. The case was starting to disappear and his head was pounding, he didn’t see this as much of a problem. It was much easier then fighting in the heat of Iraq. And in Iraq he never found a piece of pussy like her.

    A rust colored convertible pulled into the drive. The blonde made eye contact and nodded that’s him. Jud took a moment to slow down, and watched him take the space he knew he would. Took a moment as he slide his bulk from the car, then, Jud chucked a beer at his face.

    “You Mother Fucker.”

    He ran at Jud, a red smear forming on his face in the shape of beck’s beer. Jud let his guard down and took the first bash. It knocked his head on straight, took away the blur of beer cans and gave him a killing edge. Jud was pissed.

    He hit him twice in the belly, and then brought his forehead down hard on his nose. The blonde’s dad was much fatter then Jud, but he managed to force him to the ground with a blow or two.

    “Look at me you faggot.”

    He lifted his sorry bloody head and tried to reply. “F, F, Your, The, Fag-Got.”

    “Look at me; you see that girl right there? (The blonde was smirking.) She’s my new girl friend, and I plan on hanging around. So you better keep her happy, and shut your mouth, or I’ll come back. Do you understand?”

    “F, F, FUCK you.”

    “Do you understand?” He hit him twice in a row.

    “Yes sir.” Defeated.

    Jud heard sirens, be nothing mattered right now. He beat the fat man a few more time, just for the hell of it. The blonde was lighting up another cigarette, Jud had to get a piece of that tonight.




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      stories don't need to have morals, point, or be interesting. i like how androgenous you can get. You're heroic. you're vulgar. you're comfortable. maybe more tension. dialogue's brilliant. 'everybody has a daddy baby'. now that's a great title.
    | Posted on 2007-01-08 00:00:00 | by denial | [ Reply to This ]
      Euuurrrrh....
    This story was.... interesting...
    Not my taste. I feel that it had potential, but no point. Not even really a moral. Just alot of cursing and beer. Not to be rude, I feel the talent in this story was greatly wasted on the weed, cigarettes, and beer.

    Better luck next time.
    | Posted on 2006-12-23 00:00:00 | by proudleaper | [ Reply to This ]


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