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clothespins on their nose while they'se doin' it."
    "Daddy!"
    slap-slap-slap
    Linette giggles. "What'cha...what'cha think she'd do if...ya know... If she found out?"
    "Aw, I'se wouldn't worry 'bout it none. Yer Mama's a very understandin' gal, and she so fuckin' up'n love with me, she'd likely not say a word. Shit, I been fuckin' her over twenny years now. She know full well a fella's gotta have some new pussy on occasion, 'specially now that she's gittin'old'n startin' ta sag. It's just the way things is..."
    slap-slap-slap
    Now the tears begin rolling down your face, but even as you watch, you know that it's true, and you even smile. I love him more'n life itself. He's my everything...
    The rhythm turns frenetic. Noot's trim, well-muscled body shines with sweat. "I'se gittin' ready ta git it, baby! Come on, sit up now like ya do..."
    "No," she says haughtily. "Not till you say it."
    Noot's lust-twisted face frowns. "Say what?"
    "Say ya love me."
    "Aw, shee-it, Linette, you know I love you..."
    "Say ya love me more'n ya love my Mama!"
    Noot heaves an exerted sigh. "Well, fuck, girl, okay! I up'n love ya more'n I love yer Mama!"
    "That's better!" and then she sits up.
    "Yeah, yeah, baby... Now reach 'round like ya do'n git yer finger up my butt so's I'se can come real good..."
    Linette giggles, spits on her finger, reaches around —
    "Yeah, yeah... Like that... Git it up'n there deep — shee-it, I'se gonna fill yer li'l pussy up, I am..."
    slap-slap-slap
    And that's when you walk in, raise the pistol, and —
    "I-I...yeah! There it goes!"
    BAM!
    The room thuds. Linette shrieks high and loud at the same moment half of Noot's cranial volume blows out the right side of his head and hits the wall like a handful of Sloppy Joe. The nude man collapses to the floor, eyes staring, lips still moving. His incestuous erection ejects strings of sperm even as more blood-marbled brains pour out of his head. Then his eyes slowly close.
    Linette's screams switch off and on like a motor revving, as your well-toned muscles easily drag her slender body off the dresser to the bed. She fights with all her might, but all her might is all for nothing. In only a matter of moments, you've sufficiently wrestled her down and hog-tied her.
    "Mama, please! Don't shoot me!"
    In spite of everything, you still smile. "Honey, I'll admit, I ain't the happiest woman around right now, but —gracious! Shoot you? Linette, I love you. Fer land's sake, girl! I ain't gonna shoot you."
    The girl bawled outright. "I'se sorry, Mama! I'se sorry, but-but, see? He made me do it!"
    You smirk gently, and walk around the bed. She's your flesh and blood, and, yes, you do love her. But you also know that in all of life's convolutions... Sometimes love ain't enough. You root through Linette's trampy cut-off shorts and find precisely what you already know is there. "So this is it here? This li'l thing?" A small glass pipe.
    Linette's eyes go frightfully wide.
    "This what'choo use ta smoke that evil stuff you got Noot 'dicted to?"
    "No, no, Mama! It's him who got me hooked on it, I'se swear!"
    From the shorts you've also withdrawn a wad of crumpled bills which you flip through now. You can't read, but you can definitely count. "Fifty-six dollars, hmm. So that's what'cha get fer suckin' off all them boys?"
    "No, Mama!"
    "You're doin' it ever dang day's what I hear. Blowin' whole room-fulls'a fellas —"
    "I do it only 'cuz Noot makes me! That's what he use ta buy the crystal!"
    You don't hear her. "So that's what'cher whole life's come to. This —" you wag the bills at her. "Whorin' yerself."
    "It was Noot! It was Noot! "
    You sit down on the bed next to her. "Honey, relax. Ever-one got problems in this world. Now Noot, I know full well he had some misgivin's, and that big dick'a his been gettin' him inta mischief fer even longer'n we'se been married. But that's just their natures, Linette. That's just how fellas're made. And deep down in his heart, 'fore he got 'dicted ta that

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