Chapter 4
by 
GrandoArdens
Who were you looking for?
Someone in need of humbling
When I knocked on the door of the trailer, a big burly woman answered.
"Who the hell are--?" she stopped when she saw the badge on my shirt and smirked. "I'm not a fucking virgin, kid. Too bad..."
"I know you're not, but your kids are. I'm here to see them."
She shrugged and walked off inside without saying anything, but she left the door open so I followed her into the living room. At least, I assumed it was a living room. The only furniture was two rusty lawn chairs, the plywood table covered with beer cans between them, and the massive flat screen TV on the floor in front of them. The air stank of stale booze and cigarettes.
"Trisha! Pattie!" the mother shouted down the hallway, "Get your asses in here! Now!"
While we waited, she dropped down onto one of the lawn chairs, which audibly croaked under her weight, picked up a can seemingly at random, and took a swig. Both girls took their sweet time coming down the hallway.
Trisha showed up first, the spitting image of her mother 20 years and 200 pounds ago. She was surprisingly hot, with pretty nice curves that her tank tops and short shorts don't even try to hide. She sneered at me, then immediately plopped down on the other lawn chair and started watching whatever reality show was already on the TV.
Next was Pattie, a surprisingly sweet little tomboy in jeans and a flannel shirt. She actually smiled and waved when she saw me.
"Hey, John! What's up?"
"He's here to fuck you, idiot," their mother belched.
Pattie's eyes went wide, and Trisha sneered at me again.
"You're the creep that took our fucking right?" Trisha asked. "That fucking figures. It's the only way you were gonna get any action anyway."
"He didn't take anything!" Pattie corrected her. "It was totally random, right? They could've gone to anybody! Just be glad it wasn't Frank..."
I cleared my throat, trying to keep control of the situation. "Speaking of Frank, I'm actually gonna need to see him, too."
"Frank's a virgin???" Trisha howled with laughter, a screeching, nasally sound that was full of malice. "That lying little bitch!"
She ran down the hallway, burst into Frank's bedroom, and dragged him into the living room. Frank was the terror of your high school life, a six-foot, pot-bellied linebacker who delighted in using his natural bulk against anyone smaller than him -- which was basically everyone.
"What the hell, you crazy-- John! You little..."
He charged at me, but I stood my ground.
"Frank, I know you're a virgin. You're on the list, right here. You're mine, now, and unless you want to spend the rest of your life on your knees at a truck stop glory hole, you'd better change your tone."
Trisha laughed again and draped herself over my shoulder.
"Yeah, Frank. Change your fucking tone."
Did he change his tone?
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