Curly Mae took them to the Dairy Queen afterward. Lord, she hoped tonight wasn't one of those nights. She tried to squirm out of the chair but Deadman had tightened his grip around her neck, making it hard for Freda to breathe.
"You know I love you, Freda." he said. "I've always loved you. Since you was ten years old I loved you. I done waited all this time. All this time." Deadman didn't notice that Freda had carefully picked up a seam ripper with her right hand and when he tried to lift her from the chair by her neck, she jabbed it into his stomach. Then Deadman got angry.
"Just for that, I'm not gon' be nice. I was gon' be nice, but you act just like your old sassy-ass mama, don't you?" He grabbed the seam ripper, threw it on the floor, and slung Freda onto the couch. She was terrified, immobilized. Deadman pulled her slacks down past her trembling knees and told her that if she moved he would tell Mildred he saw her smoking and that he knew she'd been stealing from K-Mart, and then he would spread a rumor all over South Park that she had given him some without his even asking for it. Freda's frail body shook in spasms as he pulled his pants down and revealed his giant penis. She had never seen a grown man's penis before, only Money's, and that was when he was six years old. Freda was so frightened by what she knew he was going to do with it that she fainted.
A moment later, when she came to, Deadman was on top of her, fumbling with himself and pressing his body down hard against hers. Freda could feel his heart pounding and then saw his ugly face coming toward hers. Deadman's chapped lips scraped her mouth. This was a kiss. His breath smelled like garbage, but Freda couldn't move. He thrust himself inside her, but before he could fully penetrate her, Freda spit in his face. He pulled away, and then he came all over Mildred's orange couch. Then he zipped his pants up and left, satisfied.
Finally, Freda opened her eyes, but she couldn't move. She didn't want to move. She lay on the couch, staring at a button on one of the cushions. It was almost ten o'clock. She finally forced herself up and walked slowly to the bathroom, where she urgently washed between her legs, then tried to do knee bends to get rid of the stiffness. She hurt. She felt embarrassed and humiliated. Freda had always thought Deadman was a good friend of the family's. And just look at what he'd done to her. She took baby steps toward the living room, where she saw the wet spots on her mama's couch. She got a soapy dishcloth from the kitchen and tried to wash out the stains as best she could.
She was frightened when she heard the kids running up the steps, slamming the screen door behind them.
"Guess what, Freda, I learned how to skate backwards tonight," Bootsey said.
"Aw, she did not," Angel protested. "She just barely managed to turn around. I'm the one who can skate in this family, admit it, heffa."
"Oh, Freda, Money walked home with Big Man and Little Man," Bootsey told her. "We told him you was gon' be mad, but he said he was gon' walk anyway."
Freda tried to sound like she was upset about it. "I'll just tell Mama, when she gets home."
Doll went to turn on the television, and the rest of the girls followed her. Before they sat down on the couch, Bootsey saw it was wet.
"Oooooh, you spilled something on the couch, Freda! You know what Mama told us about eating and drinking in here. You gon' get it if it don't come out."
"It ain't nothing but some Kool-Aid and it'll come out. Besides, Mama ain't here. And when she ain't here, who's the mama around here?"
"You are, Miss Smarty, you are."
After Spooky had fucked Mildred's brains out and then told her he was going back to his wife, Mildred couldn't keep her food down for three days. She had lost, she thought. For the first time in her life, she had lost. She bathed her swollen eyes and made up her mind that this would be the last time she would open up her heart so eagerly and generously,
"You know I love you, Freda." he said. "I've always loved you. Since you was ten years old I loved you. I done waited all this time. All this time." Deadman didn't notice that Freda had carefully picked up a seam ripper with her right hand and when he tried to lift her from the chair by her neck, she jabbed it into his stomach. Then Deadman got angry.
"Just for that, I'm not gon' be nice. I was gon' be nice, but you act just like your old sassy-ass mama, don't you?" He grabbed the seam ripper, threw it on the floor, and slung Freda onto the couch. She was terrified, immobilized. Deadman pulled her slacks down past her trembling knees and told her that if she moved he would tell Mildred he saw her smoking and that he knew she'd been stealing from K-Mart, and then he would spread a rumor all over South Park that she had given him some without his even asking for it. Freda's frail body shook in spasms as he pulled his pants down and revealed his giant penis. She had never seen a grown man's penis before, only Money's, and that was when he was six years old. Freda was so frightened by what she knew he was going to do with it that she fainted.
A moment later, when she came to, Deadman was on top of her, fumbling with himself and pressing his body down hard against hers. Freda could feel his heart pounding and then saw his ugly face coming toward hers. Deadman's chapped lips scraped her mouth. This was a kiss. His breath smelled like garbage, but Freda couldn't move. He thrust himself inside her, but before he could fully penetrate her, Freda spit in his face. He pulled away, and then he came all over Mildred's orange couch. Then he zipped his pants up and left, satisfied.
Finally, Freda opened her eyes, but she couldn't move. She didn't want to move. She lay on the couch, staring at a button on one of the cushions. It was almost ten o'clock. She finally forced herself up and walked slowly to the bathroom, where she urgently washed between her legs, then tried to do knee bends to get rid of the stiffness. She hurt. She felt embarrassed and humiliated. Freda had always thought Deadman was a good friend of the family's. And just look at what he'd done to her. She took baby steps toward the living room, where she saw the wet spots on her mama's couch. She got a soapy dishcloth from the kitchen and tried to wash out the stains as best she could.
She was frightened when she heard the kids running up the steps, slamming the screen door behind them.
"Guess what, Freda, I learned how to skate backwards tonight," Bootsey said.
"Aw, she did not," Angel protested. "She just barely managed to turn around. I'm the one who can skate in this family, admit it, heffa."
"Oh, Freda, Money walked home with Big Man and Little Man," Bootsey told her. "We told him you was gon' be mad, but he said he was gon' walk anyway."
Freda tried to sound like she was upset about it. "I'll just tell Mama, when she gets home."
Doll went to turn on the television, and the rest of the girls followed her. Before they sat down on the couch, Bootsey saw it was wet.
"Oooooh, you spilled something on the couch, Freda! You know what Mama told us about eating and drinking in here. You gon' get it if it don't come out."
"It ain't nothing but some Kool-Aid and it'll come out. Besides, Mama ain't here. And when she ain't here, who's the mama around here?"
"You are, Miss Smarty, you are."
After Spooky had fucked Mildred's brains out and then told her he was going back to his wife, Mildred couldn't keep her food down for three days. She had lost, she thought. For the first time in her life, she had lost. She bathed her swollen eyes and made up her mind that this would be the last time she would open up her heart so eagerly and generously,
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