I still have 1 or 2 chapters of "Elizabeth's Secret" to finish and I still have to connect "Doctor Hoffman, Vampire" with "The Roxanne Drew Story." This is a short-short story to give me a break from those bigger jobs.
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"Roger & Carolyn"
August 1972
Fifteen year old Carolyn Stoddard lies on her back, on a beach towel, on a black rock, on the rocky beach below Collinwood. She swims, then she lies on the rock to warm up in the sun, then she repeats the cycle. She wears a red bikini.
Carolyn's Uncle Roger walks slowly down the steep road to the beach. If he still had a car, he would drive down the road, that's how lazy he is.
He hasn't gotten laid since he wrecked his Triumph Spitfire while driving drunk. Liz won't give him the money to buy a new car, and he can't pick up a chick at the Blue Whale while driving Liz's old Chevy wagon, even if Liz would lend it to him, which she won't.
"Tight assed bitch," he thinks. "She hasn't been f***ed since Paul left her. If she got some once in a while, maybe she wouldn't be so tight fisted."
Roger does not know about Liz and Julia. And Roger does not believe that the family's finances are as bad as Liz says they are.
Roger trying hitting on Julia once. She laughed in his face, and then cut him to pieces with her psycho-babble-bullshit, as Roger thinks of it. It sure hurt at the time though.
That leaves Carolyn. She's his niece, not his daughter, so it's not really incest. So he tells himself.
"I wish her tits were bigger," he thinks as he approaches the rock Carolyn lies on. "Even though her tits are so small, the way her chest moves as she breathes sure is sexy. And her tits will get bigger as she grows up."
"Hello, Carolyn," he says as he approaches the rock.
Carolyn does not move or respond. Her breathing continues to be slow and regular.
"If she's asleep, she'll get a hell of a sunburn if I don't wake her up," Roger thinks. "Hello, Carolyn," he says again.
Given Carolyn's Superears, she must have heard him. Unless she is in a deep sleep. "So deep I'll have to touch her to wake her up - to save her from a sunburn. She'll be so grateful. But where to touch her? Not the tit or the thigh, not just yet. Maybe the shoulder, just above the tit."
Roger is 20 feet from the rock. "Just a few more steps," he thinks.
Carolyn suddenly rolls over into a crouch, on her toes and fingertips. Her hair falls in front of her face. She growls at Roger through her hair.
Roger jerks to a stop and a chill goes down his spine. "What the hell?" he thinks.
Still on all fours, Carolyn leaps off the rock. She lands half-way between the rock and Roger.
The hairs on Roger's arms stand straight up. "How the hell did she do that?"
Carolyn stands up and slowly walks toward her uncle. She stops with less than a foot between her breasts and his chest. This forces her to tilt her head to look up at him. This is uncomfortable. But she will not have to do it for long, and her words to him will be worth the brief discomfort.
Roger was shocked and, although he won't admit to himself, even frightened by Carolyn's leap from the rock. But she is so close to him now that he thinks, "Oh, man, this is going to be easy."
That's what Carolyn wants him to believe, so her words will be even more ... deflating.
"Uncle Roger." She puts more contempt into the word "Uncle" than Roger has ever heard in a single word before. "For Mom's sake, I hope I am wrong about you."
Carolyn knows she is not wrong. The smell of Roger's lust [what she called "the Man Smell" when she was a little girl] is perfectly clear to her Supernose, even when mixed with booze and tobacco and stinky cologne.
"I hope what I am about to say is wrong and unnecessary and even insulting. But I will say it anyway. I don't mind you looking at me. I am vain enough to enjoy men looking at me, even when it's a ... man like you." Somehow, Carolyn puts even more contempt into the word "man" than she did into the word "Uncle."
"But don't you ever touch me. Don't even try to touch me, because if you do I will rip off your arm and EAT IT while I watch the rest of you bleed to death."
Roger is shaking and sweating. His hard-on is long gone.
Carolyn takes a step back. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need a bath. You're wearing so much of that stinky cologne there's a cloud of it around you, and some of it has settled on me." She wipes her forearms, and her expression changes from contempt to disgust.
Carolyn turns her back on Roger and walks toward the water. Even though Roger is still shaking, reflex puts his eyes on the movement of Carolyn's hips as she walks away.
Carolyn walks into the water until it is up to her thighs. She leans forward and falls face 1st into the water. She rolls onto her back and kicks her way away from the beach, while her hands scrub her hair, to get the stink of Roger's cologne out of it.