All in the Family (14 page)

She didn’t have to wait long. As she turned to the bar, she saw Glenn out of uniform and waiting for her near the bar. He waved. She smiled.

“Oh, God, here we go,” Barbra said with a huff and traipsed away on her own mission.

* * * *

Across town, Bobby rode in the hearse in silence. They loaded the body bags without any trouble. No one had seen them. Hell, no one cared. That was the way it seemed to Bobby.

They arrived at the mortuary, and Herman backed the hearse to the double doors as he would any other time. The sign above the doors, a grim reminder of how cold the world was, read
Receiving
, like a shipping office.

“Alright, boy, help me get these bags inside quickly.”

They loaded the bags from the rear of the hearse and took them inside quietly. Once inside, Herman shut and locked the doors. Safely inside, Herman relaxed. His nerves had been on end on their way over. They had passed two police cars, both of which were parked alongside the road either clocking speeders or eating lunch. He was relieved to be inside with the door locked.

Herman started the first incinerator fire and put the frozen corpse of the pizza boy inside the cardboard box and onto the cart. He slid the cart in through the open door of the incinerator and latched it shut. Without a word, he turned the dial, and the sound of the flames roared behind the door. He was a thin man, but it would still take over an hour to burn him properly.

He placed the torn bits and chunks and other remains of Frank into a cardboard box and onto the cart. The second incinerator was even newer, and that would be Frank’s home for a while. Herman pressed the button, and the door slid up. He slid Frank’s box into the waiting cavity and pressed the button to close the door as the flames came to life.

Herman looked at Bobby. “I suppose I should say something,” he paused, and his face contorted. He looked as if he would burst into tears at any moment. “Francis Robert Adams was ...” he paused again.

Bobby put his hand on his father’s arm. “It’s okay dad.”

Then he was straight-faced again, cold. He turned the dial all the way up.

“Oh, burn in Hell!”

Chapter Ten

Roy sat on the couch, reading, or pretending to when he heard Jessica in the kitchen. The click-click of her heels against the tile floor echoed through the near uninhabited house. He licked his thumb and turned the page. In the back of his mind, he wondered about the situation. He knew what she was doing; no schoolgirl wore heels to a study group at a teacher’s house.
Lucky bastard,
he thought.

A moment later, he heard the click-click sound again. She had left the kitchen; he had missed his chance.
God, they’d kill me,
he thought.
If she told anyone, they’d string me up for sure. Fresh out of prison and already wanting the same old shit, back in that same rut.
He continued to read.

A few minutes later, he heard a car pull up outside. Then he heard the click-click of her shoes against the hardwood as she walked briskly down the hall. He caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of his eye. A short skirt and low-cut blouse; she wasn’t going to study. She was going on a date.

“Bye, Roy.”

He heard her say it almost seductively then he heard the door open and shut. She was gone. Damn had she looked good. What the hell was Loretta doing, running a whore house? That girl had no business dressing like that or for that matter even thinking about it, but he liked it.

As he heard the engine rev and the car pull away, he grabbed the remote for the television. He scanned through the channels.

“Where are ya’?” He spoke aloud. “Gotcha!” He had found the pay-per-view adult channels. He had told himself that he wouldn’t do that, but after seeing her and the thoughts that had been rushing through his head all day, he knew he needed the release. He found the channel offering young women. He scanned the titles. Sorority Sluts, Little Lesbians, Furry Freshmen, School of Hard Cocks. He clicked the last one; a preview came on the screen. A young woman, dressed much like Jessica, was bent over a desk taking it from behind. Roy smiled and clicked the purchase button.

He unzipped his pants and sank into the cushions to enjoy his time.

* * * *

The beat pulsed all around, lights flashing, people dancing; it seemed the entire club was alive, an ocean of sexual energy fueled by alcohol. Lust was in the air. Glenn stood close beside Loretta, sipping his beer from the bottle; his biceps bulged under his shirt, stretching the fabric taut. His chest was wide and full; hours spent at the gym had really paid off. He took another swig from his bottle, Budweiser, his favorite.

Loretta swayed side to side, making sure that she brushed by Glenn as she did. He pressed closer to her, and she rubbed her bottom on his crotch in little circles. She smiled to herself as she moved. The beat of the music became intoxicating; she couldn’t help but lose herself in it.

The beat suddenly stopped, and the lights went out. The entire club was dark. The lights came back up slowly, and a slower song came over the speakers. It was less intoxicating, and yet intriguing. A thought entered her mind that struck her as odd. She couldn’t help but think about the girl from the street corner, the one who looked far too young to be out there. Her eyes, the girl had piercing eyes, and yet they were so innocent. She recalled her face. The girl’s hair was teased around it, yet she couldn’t hide its angelic shape. She had round cheeks and a dimpled chin. The girl was beautiful, no doubt about it.

“Have I lost you?” Glenn asked in her ear. It brought her back to reality, the love song over the speakers faded back into her ears.

“Why?” She asked back. “Feeling horny are we?”

He smiled a broad smile.

“I’m horny,” she said, groping his chest. She kissed him, her tongue probing his mouth. She tasted the beer, stale and bitter, but she didn’t mind.

Loretta waved at Barbra as she left, a little finger wave. Barbra sat at a table, several prospective males seated or standing nearby, each garnering her attention. Barbra had what it took to take any of them out with her, but she was still a picky woman. Another man approached the table with a strawberry daiquiri in hand. Loretta shook her head as she giggled to herself.

* * * *

Roy sat on the couch, still busy with his duties. His erection had lasted throughout the first flick, and he had already purchased a second. His hand worked ferociously. The squishing sound it made was nearly inaudible, but the moaning of the girl on the screen was, though exaggerated and overly dramatic, echoing throughout the empty house. The voice bounced off the walls and the hardwood floor. The man in the movie, to Roy’s relief, silently pumped away.

He didn’t hear the doorknob turn; he didn’t hear the click of the latch or the squeal of the door on the hinges. What he did hear was the door slam shut. He jumped nearly off the cushion and fumbled with the remote. After muting the television, he turned to see who was there. He caught a glimpse of Jessica as she walked by the arched doorway. He thumbed the remote and shut off the TV while he pulled up his pants. He heard another door slam as he buttoned and zipped.

He rolled his eyes, half annoyed, but half relieved. He knew he would have been in deep shit if Loretta or, God forbid, Herman had come through the door. Now he was in the house alone with a distressing teenager. The circumstances were perfect for him to either apologize if she saw him, or if she didn’t, possibly have some help with the task at hand.

He pecked on the door lightly. He could hear her sniffling on the other side of the white painted door. He pecked again, a little harder this time. He smiled, knowing where this was leading.

“What?’ He heard her ask quietly between sniffles.

“Are you alright?” He asked, a false concern in his voice.

“What do you care? Go back to your porn!”

Roy giggled under his breath. “You saw that, huh? I’m sorry. I wasn’t expecting anyone home for a while, ya’ know?”

The door clicked, the sound of the tumblers sliding open, and then the door opened just a crack.

“I won’t tell anyone,” she said looking up at him, her eyes sparkling in the hallway light. Her skin seemed to glow under the in the darkness of her room.

“Well, I would appreciate that, but,” he paused and then was silent.

“But what, you want to finish? Go ahead. I’m not stopping you. Just don’t get it on the couch, mom would have a fit.”

“Well, I’ll...I’ll be careful,” he said, stammering around.

“Oh,” she said, opening the door a little more. She stepped closer to him. He could smell her perfume now, a turn on. It wasn’t overbearing as most adult perfume was, and it was fruitier smelling. Raspberries or strawberries, he was sure of it.

She looked into his eyes, and he returned her gaze. Her lip quivered. He leaned down and pursed his lips slightly. She came in to meet him, their lips met for the first time. It was a light kiss, nothing too over the top, and yet, it sent tingles running all through both of them.

They kissed again, this time longer, this time deeper. His tongue parted her lips, and he began to probe her mouth, caressing her tongue with his own.

She pulled back for a moment and looked up into his eyes. “Should we be doing this?” she asked.

“Do you want to?” Roy asked.

“Yes,” her answer was quick, not requiring thought.

“Then yes we should,” Roy said with a big toothy smile. He pushed into her and more or less forced her backward, walking her toward the bed. She sat down on the bed and looked up at him. Her big, soft eyes twinkling in what little light came shining through the open door.

“Now what do you want, Uncle Roy?” she asked seductively.

“You know I’m not really you’re uncle.”

“What?” His words siphoned the fun right out of the act.

“Well, I am and I’m not. My dad married Loretta’s mom, and we were already here—you know what? Never mind,” Roy said.

Jessica unzipped his pants, and like a child searching for a lost toy dug inside his pants with her hand. She found his member, erect and ready. She squeezed it in her hand. He let out a slight gasp. She squeezed it again, knowing that he enjoyed it. She worked it through the open fly and gently massaged it, stroking the shaft and head. He gripped her hair and pulled her head closer. She struggled, pulling back; just to give him some fun. He pulled harder. Finally her mouth was only an inch from the tip; she tongued the end, working her tongue in circles. That was when he moaned.

She moaned as well, feeling her panties moisten.

* * * *

Loretta browsed the sex shop with Glenn by her side; they were pretending to browse the toy section, knowing what was coming. Glenn kept passing by her, gently caressing her rear with his hand as he did.

“Excuse me, sir,” Loretta said, “but could you recommend a good toy for me?”

“Why yes, ma’am. We have a large selection of the finest sexual aids available today,” Glenn said, mocking a sales rep. “What kind of toy could I interest you in?”

“Hmm,” she said, “I need one that is large and in charge. I need it to be very thick and well veined; I love to feel the ridges. Do you have anything like that?”

Glenn caressed his crotch in front of her. “Yes, ma’am I believe I’ve found just was you’re looking for. You’ll have to come to the back, and I’ll let you try it on.”

She moaned a sexual noise in her throat and followed him to back and through the door. Hand in hand they went. They passed all of the rooms by; they had one particular room of which they were both fond. When they found their favorite room, the door was open and no one inside. Glenn graciously held out a hand and let her step through the threshold first. He entered right behind her, molesting her with his eyes as he walked.

He shut and locked the door, and when he turned back, she kissed him long and deep. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and she immediately went for his pants, unbuckling his belt and unzipping the fly. She pulled him out and fondled him, feeling him stiffen in her hands. It almost felt bigger than before. Passion and lust were swirling in the air around them; she could feel it, the sexual tension becoming greater with every passing moment.

He moaned as she took him in her mouth, she moaned too, feeling her juices begin to flow.

* * * *

“How much longer?” Bobby complained.

“Son, I told you it might take up to two hours to burn them. If we’re lucky, they’ll be done within the hour.” Herman was growing tired of answering his questions, but he knew that the boy was quite impatient, and that this was a boring procedure.

“Well, thank God, I’m ready to go home,” Bobby said slumping in his chair.

“Bobby, we have a lot of work to do before we can think about going home. We still have to pulverize the bones and then dispose of them. I have two more bodies that I need to take care of before we’re done. I can only keep them here on ice for so long, otherwise people start to get worried. I have to do that boy who bullied you.”

“Robert,” Bobby said with a scowl. “Can I burn him?”

“Sure,” Herman said after a moment of thought. “Did you not hear about that boy who broke into the house a couple of streets over? He was attacked by a dog and fell from a balcony; I have to get him ready, too.”