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Subject: {ASSM} A Drifter's Tale (MF voyeur)
Date: Mon, 14 Oct 2002 06:10:02 -0400
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The following story contains some explicit sexual material. Though not
blatantly pornographic, reader discretion is advised.Were this a movie,
it would probably gain an R rating. This story was written as an
exploration of character and whileit might be considered erotic, the
intent was to delve intothe minds of the characters rather than to
sexually arouse thereader. If you are looking for that you should look
elsewhere.However, if you are offended by sexuality, you should look
somewhere else as well.

This story is Copyright 2002, Krystoff Vagabond. 
It may be freely redistributed as long as it remains completely
intactand unmodified (including these headers). I welcome commentsand
criticism. Please send any thoughts you have on the story to
kvagabond@mailcity.com

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   It doesn't really matter which town it was. It doesn't matter which
state either. They're all the fucking same anyway. If you must know, I
know that I had left the Appalachians some three weeks and seven towns
before and I hadn't yet made it to the Rockies, so that ought to narrow
it down a bit. 
   What day was it? How the hell should I know? They all kind of blend
together after a while. It was definitely a weekday because I had left
the highway to avoid the traffic jams caused by morning rush hour,
proletariat slaves, all in such a hurry to get somewhere that no one
fucking goes anywhere. I don't need that shit. I saw an exit sign that
pointed to a barely paved country road and I took it.
   It was one of those small towns that you read about. The ones stuck
in the old west, the twenties and the sixties at the same time. The
ones they write those high school plays about. The ones that some girl
named Cindy-Lou leaves to go off to some big city and become a star and
depending on how good her luck is, she either ends up waiting tables at
some two-bit diner or sucking dick while she takes it up the ass in
some two-bit porno that the producer told her was an art film. It was
one of those towns that fifty years ago would have hung a nigga just
for being half the man that I am and where old white men sit on their
porches or in the barbershop and watch as I drive through. I hear one
mumble something about ³the good old days² to his friend. This town was
going to be trouble. But then, aren't they all.
   I parked near the first open bar I could find. I don't know how long
I had been driving without a break, but I knew I was tired as a shit
and more importantly I hadn't had a drink in at least a day. It didn't
look like the kind of place that would take kindly to people bringing
pets in, but I looked at Fenris and she was going stir crazy. She
needed to get out as much as I did, so Fuck'em. I look at the outside
of the truck and there so much grime piled on it that I don't remember
for sure what color it used to be. I don't remember the last time I
washed it either. I figured it would rain soon and didn't give it
another thought. I let Fenris out of the passenger side of the truck
and take a look around. ³What do you think? Is this a sunglasses town
or a cowboy hat town?² She barks twice and motions her head toward the
bar. I could hear Willie Nelson murmuring through the wall. Something
about a man freezing to death in a cheap hotel in Cleveland. I sighed,
³You're right² and tossed my sunglasses back on the dashboard. I took
the black cowboy hat off the top of my knapsack in the back seat and
looked in the mirror. I looked like crap. I hadn't shaved since the
Appalachians and I hadn't bathed in days. ³I'm going to have to find a
shower somewhere in this town, Fen.² I put the cowboy hat on, it was
the one concession I intended to make for this town, and pulled it down
so that it was hard to see my eyes.
   I pushed the door open violently and let Fenris walk in first. She
looked around flashed her teeth and growled. I smiled. Its best to make
an impression first thing when you enter a new town. ³Beer!² I grumbled
at the bartender and then walked all the way across the room to an
empty booth in the corner. I plopped down as loudly as I could and
threw my feet up on the table as I lit a smoke. Fenris jumped on the
bench next to me and we waited. As I took the first drag from the
cigarette I gently patted the back of her neck. It was our little
signal. She knew that she had done a good job with the entrance the
second she started growling at the door, and the townspeople who were
still staring at us without speaking three minutes later had confirmed
it.
   Betty-Lou was our waitress. No Fucking Joke. That's what her nametag
said. She cautiously set a can on the table in front of me and then
just stood there and stared. After a moment she finally spoke up, ³You
have a name, stranger?² I ignored her and popped the lid open on the
can. Old Milwaukee. They sure pulled out the stops here didn't they?
And it was warm too.
   I was on my fourth can when I decide to approach the red head
sitting at the bar. She had stared at me just like all the rest, but
she wanted to play it cool now, so she didn't look up from her
magazine. She had a mid-length tapered hair cut that I'd seen in a
Sarah Jessica Parker commercial and that she clearly hadn't gotten in
this town, and wore a short leather skirt and a tight pink and yellow
midriff bearing shirt that she had undoubtedly seen on the cover of
Vogue or Cosmo some time last year. They had probably gotten Heather
Graham or Shannon Elizabeth or someone else who was both taller and
skinnier than she was to model it. She didn't quite have the movie
starlet body though, and I could see her belly folding in on itself
slightly as it bulged from under the spandex top. She sipped what
looked like a cosmopolitan, but I didn't see any triple sec at the bar.
She was too good for this town; or she wanted to be, anyway. I closed
my eyes for a moment and imagined that she had about $1500 under her
mattress that she had been saving up for her escape to New York or LA
for the last year or so. I wondered how she felt about art films.
   ³I'm looking for a place to crash tonight.²
   ³There's a brick wall in the alley behind the bar,² she responded
without missing a beat. I let her see me smile. She didn't want me to
know she had noticed, but I did. This was the girl I was gonna lay
before I left this town.
   ³Tom Richmond has a farm about six miles up the road. You can
probably spend a night or two in his barn,² the bartender told me
without my having asked him. I had noticed the inn across the street on
my way in, but I wasn't surprised that he wanted me as far away as
possible. I would have wanted me as far away as possible too.
   I dropped fifty dollars on the bar  way too much for the piss warm
beer they'd served me. I looked over at the redhead. She was almost
done with her cosmo. ³Give me that bottle of vodka,² I told the
barkeep. The redhead turned to look at me. That got her attention. ³And
the one behind it.² The bartender looked at me in disbelief but then
stared down at the crumpled bills on the countertop, my dirty hand
still covering them, and he reluctantly handed over the bottles.
   ³See you around, luv,² I said and ran my fingers through the back of
her hair before snapping them in the air to signal to Fenris that it
was time to go. The redhead watched me as I walked out of the bar. I
didn't turn to check, but I knew she was.
   As I left bar I saw a cop leaning on the hood of the truck. I knew
he was a cop because of the tin star pinned to his overalls. ³This your
vehicle?² he asked me. Again, I played the silent stranger card. The
guy was at least twice my size. 350 maybe? And he had that kind of
molded physique that you one can only attain with repeated twelve ounce
curls and a diet consisting mostly of powdered donuts over the course
of twenty to thirty years. Traces of his sugar coated between lunch and
dinner snack remained in his ZZ Top beard. I hoped his fat ass wasn't
denting my hood, but then on the bright side, maybe he'd knock some of
the dirt off. ³I'm talking to you, boy. I'm the law around here.
VAGABND license plates? What's that mean? Is that some kind of a joke,
son? Are you a comedian? I don't much like comedians in my town. And I
don't much like drifters.²
   ³That's OK,² I said. ³I don't much like law²
   ³Now look here, boy. I don't want no trouble.²
   ³That's OK, I ain't gonna cause no trouble.² I wondered if he
understood double negatives. 
   ³Is that so? Well that's good,² no, apparently he did not understand
double negatives. ³So you'll be staying away from Georgia McDowell,
right?²
   ³Who's that?²
   ³Don't be funny, boy. You think I didn't see you in there talking to
the mayor's daughter? Now I don't want no trouble, you got that, son?²
It was all I could do to keep from laughing that time. Fenris growled
at him, but I patted her head and she quieted down. I walked past him
making sure to bump his shoulder on my way to the truck, it wasn't
hard, he was bigger than the ³vehicle.² 
   Fenris jumped in the truck as soon as I opened the door. ³Fuck this
town,² I thought to myself. I was through making concessions for it. I
threw the cowboy hat in the back and put my sunglasses back on. Sheriff
ZZ watched as I pulled away.
   Richmond told me I could stay in the barn so long as I earned my
keep. He put me to work baling hay with his son Junior and his daughter
Missy. Yeah, Junior and MissyŠ I really couldn't believe this place. It
was tough work and I got a really good sweat going. I don't mind the
hard labor. That's why part of why I do this. Part of the reason I
chose the lifestyle. It's not just the freedom. It's not just that I
like causing trouble. It's not just the sex with simple and naïve
country girls. It's not just that I lost my job and my apartment and
didn't really have a choice. It is all those things, but it's more too.
It's the sense of liberation a man gets when he roams the open road.
It's the satisfaction and clarity a man gains from a honest days work.
Real work. The kind that makes you sweat and bleed and puts dirt under
your fingernails. It's the peace of mind, body and soul that a man gets
when he makes his living with his body and has no one to depend on but
himself and his dog. And besides, bailing hay beats the hell out of
cleaning up horseshit, which is what I was doing in the last town.
We put in a good nine or ten hours with only a brief break for lunch,
which Richmond's wife brought out to us. I wouldn't say it was the best
ham in the world, but it had been weeks since I had a good home cooked
meal so at the time it tasted like heaven. Around seven in the evening,
Junior said that we had done enough for the day and that his mother
would have dinner ready in about an hour. I asked if there was a place
I could take a shower. Junior told me that they had no running water,
but that they generally bathed in a creek just over the hill. Missy
told me that she'd show me, as she was on her way there to do the same.
Junior gave me a harsh look. ³Oh please,² I said, ³ladies first. I'll
go after you.² That seemed to calm Junior down a bit, and Missy and I
headed off. 
   I know what you're thinking, but you're wrong. I was good to my
word, after Missy pointed out the creek, I headed back up the hill to
give her some privacy. Fenris stayed to keep her company, and I told
her to just bring Fen back to the barn and get me when she was done.
OK, I admit it, I am a guy and I did stop at the top of the hill to
look back and take a peek. And I also admit, that I wouldn't have
minded stepping up in it, so to speak. She was a very pretty
sun-bleached blonde, and as she peeled off her tank top I saw that she
had the kind of hard toned body that a young woman gets from a life of
day in and day out farm work. Almost no tits to speak of but a very
toned stomach and long shapely legs. I wanted to go back down there,
but I was staying there under Richmond's hospitality and besides, Missy
could have been anywhere from sixteen to nineteen. In my three years on
the road, I had been on the business end of a farmer's shotgun only
once and that was more than enough to make me learn my lesson. Besides,
I reminded myself, I already had a project planned for that town so I
turned back up the hill just in time to see a white BMW driving up the
road. There couldn't be many people in this town who drove a car like
that. I made my way back to the barn.
   I had time to take two shots before I heard the door creak open.       
³Hello, Georgia,² I said without turning around.
   ³IŠ umŠ I wanted another cosmopolitan and you have all the vodka.²
She had changed. She was now wearing a black sequined gown with a
plunging neckline. It was too tight for her, apparently because Cosmo
sex tip #3 is that he'll think you look sexier if you force yourself
into a gown two sizes too small. She was also about three inches taller
and wobbly because of the heels she was wearing. I'm guessing that is
tip #4. I also noticed that she had an unopened bottle of cranberry
juice in one hand and a flask that I was guessing contained triple-sec
in the other. I guessed that she probably carried it with her every day
just so she could drink cosmopolitans. I set down the shot glasses
behind me and took a swig directly from the open bottle of vodka. I
gave her an obvious look up and down so she would know that I noticed
her dress.
   ³I-I bought it for when I go on an audition,² she blushed through   
several layers of make-up, ³for when I move to L.A.² Damn, and I had
pegged her for a New York City girl. I stepped towards her slowly and
took another swig from my bottle. 
   When I was in touching distance she dropped her flask. ³Oh shit!²
she said and started to lean over to pick it up, but I stopped her and
drew her in closer to me. I poured some of the vodka in her mouth. She
spit most of it out and apologized as I laughed. On her second try she
did much better. From there she held the bottle herself as I ripped the
slit of her gown open wider and slid my hand inside. She wore no
underwear and we must have been up to tip #7 or 8. I went down on her
and she moaned. I noticed my bottle of vodka fall to the ground next to
her flask and spill into the dirt. It didn't matter. We weren't going
to need it anymore. I intended to take my time with this one. And I
didn't want either one of us to be too drunk to enjoy it.
   We were naked and I had her bent over a barrel in the corner. I had
only been inside of her a moment when I felt the gun against my temple.
For a moment I had a shotgun flashback to Alabama, then I heard his
voice. ³I thought I said didn't want no trouble, boy! Now turn around
slowly.² No sooner that I did, he had pistol-whipped me to the ground. 
   ³Who the fuck do you think you are, nigger?² he asked as I wiped the
blood from my lip. Part of me really wanted to make a smart-ass
comment, but visions of Rodney King were now dancing through my head. 
³Now you go on and get yer trousers on and we got a nice little cell to
put you up in back in tow---arrrrghh!² he fell to the ground, Fenris
scratching at his back and growling in his ear. The gun flew out of his
hand and across the room. He must have hit his head on the ground,
because the fat boy was out cold. Like I said, a man can count on his
dog.
   ³What happened?² Missy was at the door, her work tank top and
cutoffs replaced with a flowery sundress and her still damp hair tied
up in a bun. She only then noticed that we were naked. ³Oh!?! But
Georgia said you'd wait for me.²
   I turned to Georgia; she was still shivering from coitus interruptus
at gunpoint. ³M-M-Missy calledŠ andŠ and told me you were staying hereŠ
and we thought the three ofŠ andŠ ummmŠ we didn't think you'd mindŠ and
she wasn't here yetŠ andŠ andŠ I dropped theŠ and youŠ andŠ ummmŠ andŠ
andŠ that gunŠ andŠ²
   The sheriff started moaning and rolled over. I pulled on my pants
and shoes and kissed both girls and Fenris and I ran back out to the
truck to leave that town for good. Both girls. Goddammit! At the same
time. Shit! And I never did get my fucking bath either. Lousy sheriff!
Maybe the next town.

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         -Krystoff

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