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Otis waited until she had finished screaming until he pulled out of her. He rolled back onto the bed and lit up a cigarette, a smile on his face, and blew smoke rings into the air high above his head until they reached the ceiling and dissipated.

Suddenly he felt warm hands wrap around his chest, the feel of a nose against his am and hair tickle his chin and his heart beat fast again.

"I think that was the best orgasm I've ever had," The girl breathed gently against his arm.

"You're damn fuckin' right it was," Otis smirked at her. Though he was shaking and this was his first time with a girl.

Annie propped herself up on one shoulder, running her hand down his toned, pale arms.

"So whatcha wanna do now darlin'?" She asked.

Otis looked at her for a second before blowing smoke into her pretty face. She slapped him lightly.

Lightly. She knew how his temper flared.

It made for real great sex.

"Hey!" She jumped suddenly before untangling from him and lowering herself down the side of her bed.

Annie's house was a small little farmhouse, white paint and white walls and white bedding. She lived on the outskirts of town, way away from Otis and his empty home. Although she was still enrolled in school, she'd taken to skipping class to spend the day with the boy she'd fallen in love with. Her mother being away all day meant that they could go back to hers and roll around in the sheets until noon where she would turf the boy out with a kiss and promises that one day they would up and leave this place together.

Annie rose her head and abdomen and flipped back round to Otis. In her hand was a make-up bag.

"You wanna play?" She drawled.

"Fuck you!" Otis yelled, baring his teeth at her.

Annie laughed, despite the fact Otis was angry.

"I ain't talkin' red lipstick and pantyhose boy," Annie took out some white paint and other dramatic make-up, "I do theatrical make-up. I can make you look real scary,"

Annie swung a leg round Otis' slim figure so she was straddling his chest. She was warm. And wet.

Otis was smiling now, but he wouldn't look at the only girl who had shown him affection his entire life. Annie put her head next to his ear, hot breath and sliding hands.

"A real dead man walkin'," She whispered long and slow, her hands reaching up and around his neck.

"Fuckin' fine," He growled, gripping her hips with a bruising pressure that made her gasp, "I'm gon regret holdin' on to you ain't I, mama?"


"You know this ain't half bad mama," Otis grinned at his pale skin. Bright white with the make-up. There was a slim black cross on his forehead and his cheeks were carved out with black; thin,black lines made his lips look chiseled. His smile was grisly.

Annie leaned back, she'd managed to put a pair of blue underwear on now and was smoking, her nipples having been circled in red paint by Otis.

"Let's go clean up," Annie strolled out the room and showed Otis the bathroom but instead he shook his head.

"Nah I think I'll keep it,"

Annie shrugged, swinging on a nightgown and beckoning the boy before she strolled downstairs, looking for something to eat.

Otis sat at her table, a dead man walking, watching Annie as she cut up strawberries in a bowl. He blushed as he watched her hands turn red with juice and the way it stained her thin white top and the way she licked it clean from her long fingers, but she couldn't tell he was blushing through the thick white make-up.

"You want a lick?" She held out a sweetened hand and wiggled her fingers.

Otis shook his head feverishly, "Fuck that shit," despite the fact he wanted to, he wanted to taste her

Suddenly, Annie froze, she heard a car as it pulled into the driveway. Otis watched as her head moved from the clock on the wall, to his face, to his make-up, to her strawberries and back to the door.

"Holy mis moly, it's my momma," Annie yelped, flicking her wrists and simply staring at Otis.

"Fuck! Shit! Fuck!" He leapt from his chair with a clatter and grasped a tea-towel from the side, swiping at the make-up Annie had so lovingly applied. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

"Otis calm down," Annie asked, smirking a little now.

He grabbed her by the shoulders.

"No, I won't fuckin' calm down," He growled loudly before going back to rubbing his face.

At age seventeen, meeting his girlfriend's mother was still terrifying.

Suddenly there was a jangle of keys in the side door, the lace curtain covering it shook lightly. Annie clutched Otis' arm and stopped him from rubbing at his face, slowly she brought his arm down and he dropped the towel; jerkily, tentatively, his arm went around her waist.

As Annie's mother entered the room, the sound in Otis' head went to mute. The woman was large, soft but with an angry face that screwed up even more when she saw what was hanging on to her daughter. The mother froze and so did he. Grey streaks streaked his pale face and his pale face showed illness and red eyes and snow white hair that didn't match her daughters tan skin or long brown locks but they were both tall and thin and fit together like spoons but that didn't seem to matter to Annie's mother.

Annie moved forward, leaving Otis behind, her hands outstretched in apology.

Then the sound came back in.

"You don't have to tell me nothin' 'bout this boy Annie-Mai! I know 'bout this boy and this boy ain't nothin' but a fuckin' redneck and I won't have you havin' anythin' to do with him!" She turned to Otis, "Now you, you pale, no good, hillbilly, fuckin' freak, get the fuck out my house!"

Annie yelped her half stilted protests but was over won by her mother.

"I think you betta leave..." She said, her head bowed so she didn't have to deal with the clown in front of her.

Otis crept forward towards the door but then turned, watching.

"You know what? Fuck you, you mother fucking bitch!" Annie and her mother stared at the profanities, expecting a clean break. "You know I fucked your little girl in your fucking bed and fuck me, it was good! She's so fucking nice and tight and Jesus Christ she is one filthy bitch!" Otis was being pushed and shoved out the door now.

Suddenly it was the porch and the door slammed shut and that was the last he saw of Annie-Mai Gunner.

Or at least that was what he thought.