Page 290 - Some Dance to Remember

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Thom looked at Ryan who shrugged. “What’s a window in all of this?”
“Where’d they get the gun?” Thom asked.
“It was mine. I had it out.”
“They asked where the BBs were,” Sie said. “So I told them you kept
them in your storage room.”
“You’re a real good-time girl,” Ryan said. “So they loaded the gun?”
“Yeah,” Abe said. He snorted his laugh up his left nostril. He had
broken his nose in a fall several years before. No one had bothered to fix
it. The Army doctor said they could repair it when he was older and could
pick out his own nose. “They loaded it and pointed it at Sie and...”
“Go on!” Sie jumped in. “Tell the whole thing, you mother fucker!”
“Stop,” Ryan said.
“Keep talking,” Thom said to Abe.
“They pointed the gun at Sie and told her to drop her panties because
they wanted to see...”
Bea could not hold back. “They wanted to see her twat!”
“What happened?” Thom expected the worst.
“I only let one of them stick his finger in me,” Sie said. “I didn’t want
to get shot.”
“No Death before dishonor here,” Ryan said.
“I wasn’t going to take down my panties for those cocksuckers,” Bea
said. “I told the motherfuckers to get the fuck out of the house. I told them
they wouldn’t dare shoot me.”
Ryan heard the rage of a young dyke rising in her voice.
“And then,” Abe said, “Bea punched out the asshole with the gun and
took it away from him.”
“I told him I was going to shoot his balls off,” Bea said. She was proud
of herself.
“Jeez,” Ryan said.
“You know Bea,” Abe said. “She really made those suckers run.”
“There’s more,” Bea said.
“Oh, God, no!” Ryan said in mock horror.
“There was this fight in the yard,” Bea said. “That’s when they pulled
down Abe’s pants and tried to shove the hose up his ass. That’s how he
got all wet.”
“What else,” Ryan asked, “do the simple folk do?” He had left the City
for the county to get away from all this and here it was. The rest unfolded
quickly. Ryan could see it all. Abe had chased after the older boys who
had pantsed him in the yard. Two-fisted Bea was after them with the BB
gun and the screwdriver.

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