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Posted: Sunday August 28th, 2005 21:39 |
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Baby Girl
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When living in the ghetto, young girls don't remain virgins very long. In the Alameda projects it's known as `the passage of time' when a girl lost her virginity, or as the older women labeled it, ‘became ruined’.
The calculated risk.... the act.
So it had been with Ricky Davidson’s best friend, Carla Stevenson. Her ‘passage of time’ arrived in an unlikely manner. This night is to be her coming of age party. A moment when all the giggles and shyness would make her blush as her suitor sees her naked for the first time. Carla dreamed the day she became a woman would be a day
she’d never forget, and she was right. Fingers of light reached through the cracks of the boarded bakery, animating the broken shards of multi colored glass scattered across an already pebble strewn carpet less floor. The chilly cement surface replaced satin sheets resting on a heart shaped bed in a warm honeymoon suite. Her knight in shinning silk pajamas did not romantically dash into the room, and gently sweep her off her feet. Carla’s hero did not magically appear to grant her every whim, or cater to a young girl’s passion, making her feel like the queen who commanded all she surveyed.
The Romeo of her fantasies did not waltz her around a moon lit patio balancing two tall glasses of champagne. His words were not soft and caring, nor did he whisper the predilections girls yearn to hear on this special night. Instead her knight was a strong burly man in his mid forties. Wearing oiled stained overalls, and clutching a cheap can of beer, he nervously tugged at his crotch in restless anticipation. His four-day beard growth scratched and gauged at her soft velvet neckline. With his arms bulging he panted with the eagerness of a young boy discovering the joys of masturbation. Foul breath and the rancid odor from his unwashed genitals permeated the air around Carla.
He said, "You, you ah' just got to understand. This is a calculated risk for me too."
He began pushing harder as his climax neared. Carla stared past him and focused on the owl perched on a crossbeam watching the horror below. The note she dropped lay beside her and read, ‘Carla, please meet me at Shannon’s abandoned bakery.’ A request authored by someone who never harmed her before.
Slipping into a dream state she thought about happier days. Journeying back to a childhood past which had known little girl games; Hop Scotch, Jump Rope, Four Square, Jacks, and playing house with broken second hand dolls and carefully constructed card board doll houses. It was a time when she would sit for hours using her mother's brushes to comb her long auburn hair. Hair now stained with blood from the constant scraping of her head against the jagged floor. This fourteen year old no longer shivered from her bare back lying on the cold surface. Numbness had long since set in. She winced coming back to reality as a piece of broken glass cut deep into her buttocks.
He said, "Better me than somebody else. Ah' yeah, mmmmm, makes no sense to waste this on some boy. You might as well enjoy a little of this too, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, here it comes. Yes, Yes, Yes…baby girl, this is some damn good sh*t."
He straightened his arms and released a long deep sigh. She felt the hot surge of semen splash against her uterus and grimaced as he gave a few final thrusts. Standing up he cupped his forefinger and thumb around the appendage and wiped the excess semen sending droplets flying onto Carla’s face. While tucking in his dick he began issuing warnings to keep her mouth shut.
He said, “You can’t be saying anything to nobody. Doubt they would believe you anyway. After all, I am your daddy. People tend to look down on stuff like this. Hell, white folk’s do it all the time. Difference is nobody knows.�
Carla asked, “Can you do it again, daddy?�
Henry said, “It’s the Blackanese in you. I knew it all along; the freak side you got from your mama is coming out. Being in bed with her was like a circus, every moment was a three-ring event. No need to rush things though, next time come ready; bring a blanket, coat, or something. Maybe next week we can pick up where we left off.�
Carla continued to lay prostrate on the floor. Clutched in her right hand a triangular piece of glass she retrieved from the rubble during the assault.
Carla asked again,� Daddy, please, me love you long time. Mama used to say that, right?� She moved her hips to the rhythm in her mind.
She added, “Me love you long time.� He quickly dropped his pants, and stood, legs straddled before the naked body of his only daughter.
Henry said, “Damn baby girl, maybe a quick blow job, I’ll close my eyes, and you can just suck it like a lollipop.�
Straining from the back pain she struggled to her knees, and started kissing and rubbing his hairy muscular left leg. She slowly positioned the piece of glass to his femoral artery and pushed in the broken slice of goblet. With a quick motion, she pulled the glass from the rear to the front of his leg, causing a fountain of blood bathing her hand. Henry gasped and floated to the floor, and died. Numb, Carla sat back, wrapped her hands around her knees, and watched the stream of blood flow around her feet.
Startled she woke from the recurring nightmare to the sound of the voice from her longtime friend Ricky.
Ricky said, “Baby girl, baby girl, wake up it’ll be ok. Wake up.�
Carla asked, “Yeah, yeah, uh, what?� She slowly stands and stretches to the ceiling fighting her way back to consciousness.
Carla said, “Man, Ricky this sh*t is getting weird. It’s the rape again, but this time while I’m being raped, I begin dreaming about my childhood, damn, I’ll be glad when it’s over Ricky.�
Ricky said, “I know how bad you’ve had it growing up. You lost your mom to drugs, and then the rape. You’ve been through it, but don’t worry, it will be over soon. Did you make the arrangements for lunch with Henry?�
Carla replied, “Yes, lunch, tomorrow in Jack London Square.�
Lunch at Denefrio’s Café, Jack London Square – The Setup
Henry and Carla sat comfortably at the sidewalk café waiting for their Lobster.
Henry said, “Just want to let you know I really appreciate you opening up and talking to me again. It’s been eight years you know. Best to let the past be the past. You know water under the bridge and all that sh*t. Any who, what ya been up to lately?�
Carla answered, “Oh, just going to school part time, and working. I have been thinking about starting an Internet business. Made a real good friend named Ricky, he is helping me out with a few things. Hey, Hen…uh dad, our food is here, let’s eat.�
The remainder of their visit went by quickly. Henry finally did what Ricky wanted all along, he invited Carla to his condo.
Carla said, “Well daddy, I don’t know. What about your girl friend?�
Henry said, "No sweat baby. Not with anyone right now. We'll be all alone, you know some father, daughter time."
After agreeing, Carla said her goodbyes and left for Ricky’s house. Later that evening Carla and Ricky sat outside on the patio, and watched the glitter of the Oakland skyline.
Ricky said, “It’s almost over baby girl. Henry’s place is the perfect backdrop for this type of payback. The package I told you about arrived from New Mexico today. Just don’t get nervous, and you’ll have the closure you’ve been waiting for all these years."
Carla said, “Let’s just do this Ricky. Oh, by the way how is our little payback web site doing?"
Ricky said, “Baby Girl Dot Com is doing just fine, and it ain’t little no more. We have hundreds of requests from victimized women all over the world. When this is over, me and you are flying to Chicago to help this lady professor get back her dignity from some young fraternity punks.�
Saturday night at Henry Stevenson's South Shore Condominium - The revenge.
During the day, Carla played her part well. She wore a sexy string bikini. Tanned by the pool, and purposely teased her father. The soft evening breeze from the San Francisco bay cooled the spacious living room. Carla entered the living room wrapped in a short silk robe. She sat in the middle of the Persian rug and gestured to her father. Henry sat in the recliner, stroking himself.
Henry said, "You know baby girl........you're not a kid anymore, and uh........hahahaha, you know....uh....times are hard for everybody. If you could use a couple of bucks…you know to just help you out and all….I could….uh….Well, I was just thinking...Hey, you know what they say, the three M’s, money masks memories, if you know what I mean?�
Not wanting to drag this game out any further. Carla got on her knees, and called to him with her index finger.
She said, “Me love you long time.� Henry rushed over to her and eagerly dropped his swim wear, exposing his waiting erect penis. As Carla stroked his hairy legs, he readied himself, tilts his head back, and closed his eyes. She retrieved the match box from her robe pocket. Opened it and dumped four sedated scorpions in the crotch of Henry's still damp swim trunks.
The Scorpion's began to awake from their sedation. She gave Ricky the loud cough signal. A horrendous knock rumbled the front door, causing nearby hanging pictures to fall to the carpet.
Ricky shouted, "Carla, Carla you in there? I want my money, you skank b**ch."
A startled Henry quickly reached down and pulled up his shorts.
Henry replied, "Who the hell is...?� Before he could complete the sentence, he felt the repeated sting of the scorpions snug on his genitals.
Henry cried aloud, "Aghhh, oh my God...aghhh, please." He struggled to take his pants off. Floating to the floor, his body vibrated with pain and he passed out. Carla rushed to let Ricky into the lush surroundings.
Carla said, “Skank b**ch?�
Ricky said, “Oh, just being realistic…sorry about that. Damn.� He walked over to Henry and checked his pulse.
Carla said, "Damn is right."
Ricky and Carla stood silent for a moment and gazed at Henry in a fetal position. His hands cupped around the extremely large bulge in his shorts. They drug his body into the bedroom, took off his clothes, retrieved the now dead Scorpions, and placed him naked on top of his bed covers.
Ricky said, "Well Carla, this is what Baby Girl Dot Com is all about, revenge without death. He may look dead, and when he wakes up in the morning he’ll wish he were dead......those scorpion bites are not fatal just painful."
Carla asked, "Are those big brown looking things his…?�
Ricky answered, "Yep baby girl, those are his balls, his very swollen balls. They look like two of grand mama’s burnt gorilla biscuits, and the shriveled up piece of cocktail sausage looking meat hiding in between, looking afraid is his dick. Poor little thing, damn I almost feel sorry for it….oh well.�
Ricky and Carla cut Henry’s phone line, flushed all his drugs, and emptied the freezer of ice. They went in the bedroom and took one last look at Henry.
Ricky said, “Well when he wakes up in the morning, he won't get any relief. He'll be in pain for…uh; you want to finish it for me baby girl?"
Ricky laughed at Carla, waved his hands back and forth with a series of finger snaps. Carla said, "For long, long time."
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Posted: Tuesday August 30th, 2005 23:57 |
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Are you expecting feedback or is this just here for us to read? 
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Posted: Wednesday August 31st, 2005 02:28 |
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Posted: Thursday September 1st, 2005 12:34 |
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| I think your story was good.
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Posted: Friday September 2nd, 2005 01:02 |
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Thank you very much I am humbled when anyone likes what I write...I'll keep working at it until it's better than good  I welcome and appreciate any feedback.
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Posted: Friday September 2nd, 2005 17:25 |
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| Have you got anymore stories onewriter? I'm interested in reading more.
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Posted: Monday September 5th, 2005 01:46 |
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| Thank you, and yes. I just posted a new one a few days ago and I will post others as the weeks go by.
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