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    first edition numbered chapbook

    YOU ARE MY EVERYTHING "You Are My Everything" © 2009 by Edward Lee

    cover art © 2009 by Erik Wilson

    this edition September 2009 © Necro Publications

    YOU ARE MY EVERYTHING is offered as a 500-copy signed and numbered limited edition softcover chapbook as well as a 52-copy signed and lettered limited edition hardcover.

    First Edition Chapbook
    ISBN: 978-1-889186-86-3

    book design & typesetting:
    David G. Barnett
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    Your name is Easter Cutler. You are fifty years old and you've lived in the hills your entire life. You've lived right, you've lived honest, and you've always treated others as you'd want them to treat you. You live off the land and make your own clothes, you cook for your family on a wood stove, and you've always had a smile. A smile of gratitude. Ever dang day we'se still walkin' and talkin', Easter...now THAT'S a day ta be grateful fer, Grandpop Orne had always said, and you believed him.
    Until now.
    Until you looked through that crack in your own bedroom door.
    You have a unique way of re-issuing your rage and your heartbreak via rationalization and, you suppose, Grandpop Orne's very edict; and though there's a tear in your eye when you look through that crack, you think, All men're the same when you git right down to it. All silly'n ever-lovin' HORNY. Cain't control their urges fer the life of 'em...
    What you see is this: your forty-two-year-old husband, Noot, engaged in aggressive intercourse with your twenty-year-old daughter, Linette, but, quite uncannily, you find something positive to observe. Well at least he ain't low-down enough ta fuck her in our own bed. Instead, he's standing at the end of the hand-made dresser while the twenty-year-old lay back trim, sweating, and nude on the dresser-top. Her ankles are locked behind Noot's back, and for a full minute, you watch his brute, rhythmic strokes. What bothers you more than the blaring incest are the greedy grins on their faces —that and the cyclic wet slapping, the sound of his balls slapping the bottom of your daughter's vagina.
    Oh, Noot, you think, again re-issuing your despair into something like a scold. You are my everything, honey. Don't'cha know that? And now lookit what'cher doin'. Fuckin' yer own daughter just 'cos you always been so dag-blasted HOT fer a nut. See? See what the evil world's got you doin'?
    "Gawd, Daddy," Linette seethes through her gritted teeth as the over-large penis bangs in and out. "I just love you, like, so much..."
    "Yeah, baby, yeah," the sweating man grunts.
    slap-slap-slap
    "That dang cooter on you feels a hunnert times better'n yer Mama's..."
    Another tear wells.
    "How'se many fellas you blow at the 'Waller today?" Noot asks amidst the rhythm.
    "Twenny-six."
    "Good, that's enough fer two hits —
    slap-slap-slap
    —you swaller it all?"
    A lewd grin as her eyes close and her back arches. "Uh-huh..."
    "Why you li'l fuck-face, you," and then he chuckles. "That's my girl. Like I'se always teached ya, if'n yer gonna do something? Ya do it right. And I'se like the idea, ya know?"
    "The idea? What'cha mean?"
    "The idea'a all them fellas' cum in yer gut, and all'a my cum in yer pussy..."
    "Oh, Daddy! Yer so silly!"
    More slapping, more grunts. Noot's rhythm picks up.
    "But ya better hurry, Daddy," Linette advises, concentrating more deeply upon the sensations. "Mama could walk in any minute."
    slap-slap-slap
    "Naw, won't be home fer a few more hours, she tolt me so. We'se'll have time ta do a hit and problee even fuck again. Yer Mama's up at Dory Ann Slate's makin' doilies or some shit, she say."
    Linette chirps out a laugh. "Doilies?"
    "Yeah, like I believe that," Noot chuckles. "What they'se really doin' problee is lickin' each other's big ole wored out pussies, and I hope they'se got