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She's on her knees now and she's got the man's peter in her mouth with her head going back and forth. Noot's mouth opens and it looks like he's trying to talk but for some reason no words come out.
She does it awhile until Noot's peter is sticking up.
"You're my everything, darlin'. And I'm gonna prove that to ya in a sec..."
You keep standing there, looking at her, waiting, because you know there's more she wants you to do.
She comes over. She looks closer at you, still smiling. "I'm gonna die now, Blubber...but it's okay. It's what's supposed ta be. Ya hear me?"
You nod.
"Don't be alarmed by anything, okay?"
You nod. No, you don't understand, but when Miss Easter says everything will be okay then you know everything will be okay. Miss Easter has never lied to you.
Her face moves very close, right to your ear. She whispers, "I want ya to do 'zactly like I did ta Linette today with the drill, and I mean 'zactly, Blubber. Don't do no more'n don't do no less. And when yer done?" She shows you the little machine where the funny words came out a minute ago, and she points to the large button in the middle. "I want ya ta push this here button. Then set the machine down. And then go on home. Okay?"
You nod.
"And then ya go live yer life'n ferget'cha was ever here."
You stare, and make a noise in your throat.
She rubs your shoulder. "It's the way it's supposed ta be, Blubber. And it's okay." Her smile glows at you. "So...yer gonna do it fer me, right?"
You nod.
"Thank you, Blubber," and then she kisses you on the cheek.
As she walks to the dresser, she says to the man named Noot, "We all go astray sometimes, honey—like with you and Linette—but I understand, and I forgive ya. And right now, ta prove how much I love ya, I'm gonna give ya somethin' that no other woman ever could," and then she kisses Noot again. And then...
She lays down on her back, on the dresser.
"I'm ready, Blubber."
You pause for a moment because you're confused but then you know that it's all right. Miss Easter said so. You don't understand but it's all right.
And you will do exactly what she asked you to do.
The loud noise from the hole-saw doesn't bother you at all. You press it against the top of Miss Easter's head like she did to the skinny blond girl today. Bits of stuff fly out from where the saw is turning, and Miss Easter is shaking on the dresser-top, all tensed up but still, still-
She's smiling.
"That's it, Blubber, just like that!" she says even as her teeth chatter. "Push a little more and—
You know. You push the saw a little more until it begins to turn easier, and then you take it out. The circle of bone falls out and hits the floor, and you can see that whitish pink stuff inside Miss Easter's skull. She's still shaking and tense, and her voice sounds a little jaggy now when she says, "The knife, blubber! The knife!"
Yes. The knife.
You pick up the knife. When you stick it in the hole, Miss Easter's back arches, and her bare heels drum the dresser.
Red stuff comes out of the hole.
You step back and look at what you've done. Something bothers you about it but then you know it shouldn't because it's what Miss Easter wanted.
The man named Noot's eyes widen. His peter is throbbing. You can see a bunch of yucky stuff in the crater at the side of his head but you figure there must not be anything wrong with him because his peter is throbbing. His hand shakes a little when he grabs his peter and begins to stroke it.
Miss Easter is still shuddering on the dresser, her big beautiful breasts going up and down real fast from the way she breathes. But then—
Her breasts stop going up and down. She stops shuddering.
You're looking at the hole in her head, and part of you is even thinking how much you'd like to put your peter in it and fuck it like you did with the skinny blond girl.
But—no! You know you can't do that! Miss Easter didn't say you could!
You look at her a little more, then something kind of clicks in what little mind you have. Was there something else she wanted you to do?
Yes!
Your feet thunk the wood floor when you walk to the stand by the bed. You push the big button on the little machine, and set it back down.
For the second time tonight, those funny words come out: "Guh'narl'ebb, druh'nug lee eye shub negg add'uk zynn...ee'uh, ee'uh, fuh'tay'gun, nem'blud duv...yog'saw'thoth..."
Suddenly Miss Easter is moving again, and that makes you happy. Her hands run up and down her body, and she stretches out and curls her toes and smiles.
Her voice sounds different now, kind of scratchy and stuttery when she says, "Thank you so much, Blubber."
"Gug-gug-gurrrrwwwwwwelcome," you say.
"You'se can go on home now..."
"Bub-bub-bub-bub-bbbbbbye!"
You're about to leave the room but then you stop and turn because you want to look at Miss Easter one last time.
The man named Noot with half his head gone has already stuck his peter into the hole. He begins to hump, and as he does so, Miss Easter smiles and says, "This'll make you ferget all 'bout that dirty li'l daughter'a ours, honey. And ya wanna know the best part?"
The man named Noot starts fucking Miss Easter's head hard.
"Best part is cuzza the way we are now, we'll be with each other forever, and you can do this ta me any time ya want. Forever and ever. You like that idea, honey?"
The man named Noot keeps humping Miss Easter's head, but while he's doing it, he nods rapidly.
Miss Easter is playing with her cooter while the man keeps humping her head, and she says, "It's 'cos you are my everything, baby, and now I hope ya know that."
The man named Noot keeps humping and keeps nodding.
You walk out of the room, down the hall, and leave the house out the back door. The night greets you with cricket noises and peepers, and it's a sound you've always liked. But you can also hear that machine on the side of the house that you pulled the cord on, the machine Miss Easter called a generator. You wonder if you should go turn it off, but then you decide not to because, well, Miss Easter didn't tell you to turn it off.
You walk out into the woods in the direction of the box you live in. You're rubbing your crotch now because your peter is all hard from seeing the man fucking Miss Easter in the head. You're whining a little because your peter is feeling like you need to make that white stuff come out, and then you whine a little more when you think back to earlier when you were fucking the skinny blond girl in the head.
It felt... real good.
After more walking, you just can't stand it anymore; you know you're going to have to stop and play with yourself, and that's when you realize—
You realize where you are.
You're now at the self-same spot where you'd put the skinny blond girl in the hole and covered her over with dirt.
The first constructive thought you've ever had in your life comes into your mind...
You liked fucking the skinny girl in the head, so why not dig her back up right now and fuck her in the head some more? Why, you could even take her back to your box and fuck her in the head all the time...
You stare for several moments, thinking. At first you think you shouldn't do that because Miss Easter didn't say you could.
But then...
But then...
She didn't say you couldn't either, did she?
No! She didn't!
Gibbering, drooling, ecstatic, you grab the shovel and begin to dig.
***
Westmore's mouth and eyes were locked open when he was finally able to drag himself away from the horror in the window. He staggered back to the car, got in, and drove away.
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