I wrote something. Don't fall over from shock. I am going to try to do better in the New Year than I have this past. We will see...
Family Is Everything
by Lisa McCourt Hollar
“That’s a nice looking family.”
“Excuse me?” Jarrod smiled at the woman, his eyes looking slightly confused.
“Your stick family.” She pointed to the decals on the back of his car window.
“Oh that,” Jarrod laughed. The woman laughed too.
“I’m sorry,” she said, “I probably scared you. I promise, I’m not following you around, spying on you through your bedroom window.” She held out her hand. “I’m Betty.”
“Yeah, I know,” Jarrod said and then grinned when the woman blushed. “It’s on your name tag.”
She looked down. “Ugh, I always forget to take this off when I leave work. Then I get stopped 15 times on my way out because people think I’m still working.”
“You seem to have made it out okay today.”
Betty glanced back at the building…one of the box stores that were popping up all over the place. She hated it…but at least it was work. “Yeah, I did. But Christmas is over. Now everyone is bugging Customer Service.” She looked at her watch. “Well, I better get going. It’s a long walk home.”
“Where are you heading?”
Jarrod grimaced. “It’s getting late. That’s not someplace for anyone to be after dark, at least not on their own. I can give you a ride…
“Well, I don’t know…I mean, I don’t know you…”
“Sure you do,” Jarrod said and gestured at the stick family. “You’ve met my family, which makes us friends.” Then he added more seriously, “Please, I will worry. After all, I know your name now, Betty.”
“You’re sure your wife won’t mind?” Betty gestured at the stick woman, next to three stick kids, a dog and a cat.”
“She’d be mad at me if I didn’t.”
Betty fumbled with the front door, trying to open it without disengaging herself from Jarrod. She hadn’t been alone with him long in the car before making her move. Married men were always so easy. Bored, discontent, ignored at home, it didn’t matter the reason, all she had to do was lean a little too close, brush against them, and they were hers. The door opened and the two stumbled in. Jarrod shut the door with his foot and then pulled away from her long enough to tug her shirt off over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her nipples stood out, taught against the cold air.
“Is it always so chilly in here?” Jarrod asked before bending and sucking one of them into his mouth.
“The gas was shut off. I have an electric space heater, but I turn it off when I’m gone. Don’t want a fire.”
“That’s okay, we’ll keep each other warm.”
Somehow they made it to her bedroom. Betty unbuckled Jarrod’s pants and reached in…he wasn’t wearing any underwear. Already hard, his erection grew even more at her touch. She dropped to her knees and tugged his pants down. His fingers wrapped around her hair, guiding her head back and forth as she sucked him until he came in her mouth. When it was her turn, and his tongue found the almond shaped spot inside her cunt, she sucked in her breath and called out to God, praising him for this man’s skill. His wife must be a fool to ever let him out of her sight.
“How old are your kids?” She asked him, when they were done. He’d fucked her three different times and she still wanted more of him. He was laying on his back, looking up at the ceiling while she traced his chest with her fingers.
“Hmmm? What was that?”
“How old are your kids?” She’d never cared to know more about the men she bedded; it was less complicated that way, but there was something different about this guy. Okay, he was married, just like the other jerks that she knew would never leave their wives for her, but she thought she might like to bed this one again. That in itself was different. Her fingers found their way back to his cock and she stroked him until he was hard. It really wasn’t that difficult, she could hardly believe he was ready again so soon. She climbed on top, guiding him into her. His hands caressed her hips as she began rocking against him. They trailed up, cupping her breasts. He squeezed, eliciting a moan. He wasn’t gentle. She liked that. There would be bruises in the morning. An image of her uncle came into her mind. Not her real uncle, but one of the many men her mother used to bring home. He’d always been gentle with her, pretending to love her. His hands had always made her feel sick. “Don’t tell your mother.”
She never did.
Jarrod’s touch might be more welcome, but he and all the others were the same. They all thought she could be used and then thrown away. So she used them. Then when she was done …
She screamed his name before falling forward and leaning her head on his shoulder. He was still in her and she wanted to stay that way for a moment. She pushed her hand under the pillow, reaching for the tip of the knife she kept hidden there. She hesitated. She’d never had a problem killing them before, but this one was different. She wanted to know more.
“How old are your kids?” she asked again.
He turned his head and looked in her eyes. “I don’t have any kids.”
She pushed herself up to look at him, startled. “But…”
He smiled. There was something in the grin that terrified and thrilled her at the same time. “I don’t have a wife either. No cat. No dog.” And then his hands were around her throat, squeezing tight. She struggled, stretching her arms out behind him, reaching for the pillow. She pulled the knife out and lifted it, but she couldn’t plunge it into his chest. Her arm tremored and then her fingers opened, dropping the weapon uselessly on the floor by the bed. He laughed as his fingers tightened, nearly crushing her larynx, depriving her lungs of the oxygen they needed. Her eyes fluttered shut and he let go, allowing her body to fall.
When he’d finished showering, Jarrod went out to his car and drove home. Then he opened his glove box and pulled out a sheet of stick family decals. He located one with blond hair and a skirt, then added it to his family on the back. He stared at it lovingly. This one had been special. He’d felt a kindred spirit in her. He almost let her live. Almost. But if he had, then she wouldn’t have been able to join his family, and his family was everything.