the morning after

Billie-Steve moved out the next day. Everything was in Candice's name anyway. She stood at the door of the trailer in a white midriff tank top and loose fitting sweat pants as he drove the Thunderbird away from her door, and out of her life. She waved as his sour face appeared in the rear-view mirror, and sat on the steps.

Dale, the aspiring professional competitive angler (i.e, unemployeed fisherman) who doubled as the park's mail man was approaching. Candy smiled at him, wondering what she was going to get. She had a bad habit of drunk-ordering from ebay, the 200 lbs concrete turtle in her lawn a testament to her poor judgement.

"Hi Dale." she said, wiggling her toes in the morning Sun. Dale blushed. He never could look her in the eye. His own wife Maxine was nearly 260 lbs of furious jealously and constantly accused him of chasing tail. He could feel her judgmental eyes on him from their trailer down the lane.

"Hello Candy" he said, averting his gaze as he handed her a few bills and a manila package. She looked at it curiously as the man shuffled off. "Hmm. Wonder what this is." she thought idly. She was still basking in the the glow of her finally kicking her dead-beat husband out. She wondered if cheating with Ole Man Porter was what finally did it. She had to admit the idea of getting regularly fucked by that massive thing was more appealing than her soon-to-be-ex's barely average cock.

It was in this mindset that she opened the envelope to see a DVD labeled "Adventures in Candyland". Her smile slowly fell as she opened it and put it in the DVD player. The title screen popped up. It was a picture of her from the side, drunk and passed out. She held her breath as she saw the menu. "Play Feature" or "Bonus Gallery". She bit her lip, and hit play feature.

15 minutes later, she sat, tears rolling down her face as Ronnie and Ole Man Porter fucked her on screen. She winced at his cheesy dialogue and blushed when she drunkenly moaned. She sat there, mortified. She gasped and held her hand to her mouth as they double penetrated her.

15 more minutes later, Candy was walking out of the trailer, shaking. The last line from the video was Ronnie, in his room. He said "If you want to keep this under wraps, just keep your door unlocked." She walked down the gravel road; angry clouds threatening rain above. She walked up to Ole Man Porter's trailer, and knocked on the door. It took him a minute to answer.

"Oh, Miss Candy. What can I do for you?" he asked, slurring his words badly.

"Why didn't you tell me about Ronnie?" she said in a whisper.

"WHAT?" he nearly yelled, holding onto the doorframe for support. She stepped up closer to him and repeated the question. "Ronnie who? The ginger fatbody? What about him?" She looked into his bloodshot eyes. He didn't remember a thing from last night. She smiled, and stepped away from the swaying drunkard. She turned her gaze down the dirt road, to Ronnie's trailer.

She knocked on the door. Jimmy Jones, Ronnie's father, opened the door. He was a massive man. 6'6, shaved bald with a ludicrously long red beard and wearing coveralls over a solid coal miner's body weighing in at 325lbs. His weathered face always reminded Candy of the dwarf from Lord of the Rings. "Um, Mr Jones...is Ronnie here?" she asked. The mountain of a man coughed.

"No. He's at school. What has the little bastard done this time? Peep in on you?" She was taken aback. She didn't know how to go about this.

"You've had other women complain?" she said; hoping to steer the conversation away from her personally.

"Yeah. Pretty much all of prettier girls in the park. Did he pop up in your bathroom window?" he asked, spitting again. She could tell he was tired of having this conversation. Candy thought back to the images of Ronnie fucking her fast and hard in her ass.

She didn't know what to say; or how to broach the subject with him. Should she tell him his son took some unflattering pictures, let it go, or what?

"Something like that." she said, blushing.