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Walk of Shame By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers Chapter Two If being dressed in a slutty Camo crop top and daisy duke shorts with red stilettos wasn't enough to send the message of a slut, his updated look would help seal the deal. Holly had taken his disheveled, long auburn tinted brunette hair and replaced the dark red rinse with a much bolder raspberry red color. It was still quite long, spanning half way down his back but instead of it sitting flat, it was lifted, looking much thicker in a series of long layers. From a simple middle part, it angled loosely beneath his chin, growing longer before sitting aside his faux boobs. The blown out, mostly straight style had just a touch of messy waves to it from her scrunching it with hairspray and her fingers, yet as fake as the color looked, it seemed a natural fit appearance wise. Faint brown brows would be an even more permanent change, as a burgandy shadow blended into his blackened out eyeliner and huge lashes. He felt sick seeing a small stud in his nostril fronting the silver hoop that bent inside his nose, and just the smallest movement of his neck would slide his hair enough off his cheekbone to show off the barbell that had been pierced through his ear's cartridge. Beneath it, two more silver hoops and then a skull stud had been added, while his standard little studs had been replaced with monstrous silver hoop earrings in the last hole, as Holly had done quite a number on him by adding so many piercings. Plum rose blush and a bit of blotted skin tone powder would continue to keep his face looking soft and feminine, but his glossed pink raspberry lips would seem so inviting on his face. "So I'm thinking momma is gonna be pleased with the little tart, right?" giggled Holly. "Screw momma," grinned Billyjoe. "When I get those lips on me, she might not make it out of the truck." "Hey, behave." Holly pointed her chin towards the little old lady who was returning. "I have customers coming now, and keep your grubby lips away from her another few minutes until her lip stain sets fully." "Yeah, not fucking possible," grinned Billyjoe. "She looks good enough to eat, and I'm starving." "That she does, so take her for a nice lunch first before you ruin all my good work and violate her, you filthy animal," Holly playfully slapped him. "Yes! Yes!" said Max, thinking quickly. "Please, I'm starving too." "Fine, we'll go to the diner, but I'm fucking tapped out, so grab a little handful, babe," said Billyjoe, reaching down and grabbing some clippings. "I haven't done this shit in that place, but it works all the time." After he shoved some of Max's hair trimmings into his pocket, he took him by the hand and out of Walmart they went. When they got outside, he opened only his truck door and then gave Max a look to enter. "I thought it would be easier," said Billyjoe, helping him up inside. "Easier for you to put your hands all over my ass," Max replied as his hands were all over his legs and ass as he stepped up inside. "Well that's one benefit, babe," said Billyjoe, hopping in and putting his arm right around him. "And the other is keeping you nice and warm snugged up to me, babe." Billyjoe immediately kissed him as Max had little choice but to engage in a makeout session before the truck even got started. It lasted a few minutes until finally Billyjoe needed a breath, starting the truck and finally Max pushed his hands off him. "You do have no regard for lip gloss, do you?" Max said. "Now hands on the wheel and feed me unless you expect me to be a total bitch later." "Oh I intend to feed you! You fucking tease," said Billyjoe, taking another kiss. "But fine! Dinner first at the diner and then dessert back here in the truck, like I'm sure you're dying for." "Oh gawddd," grumbled Max. "Please let's just get there already." Down the road they drove with Billyjoe's arm around him holding Max close the entire ride. Playing with his hair and rubbing his shoulders were at least the safest place his hands could be, as it would be impossible to avoid his lips at every traffic light. The twenty minute ride to the diner felt like an eternity as he fended him off as best he could, until finally they pulled up at the large, crowded restaurant. Inside they sat across from each other in a small booth made for two, as it would be all Max could do to keep Billyjoe's hands off his legs under the table until thankfully their food arrived. They actually were both starving, as pancakes and eggs well past lunch time would taste like filet mignion until Billyjoe stopped Max from finishing his meal about half way through it. "You have to leave some, babe," said Billyjoe, stopping him from eating more. "For you know." "You know what? I'm done," replied Max, tossing down his napkin. "I'll be right back?" "You ok, babe? Where you going?" asked Billyjoe, stopping him. "We have to? You know?" "No, you have to," replied Max, making a face. "You're the man, so handle it! I'm a lady and I have to run to the little girl's room to do something else at the moment." "Something else?" Billyjoe inquired. "Yes?" Max smiled. "Do I really need to spell it out for you? Like there's something inside that needs to come out! And in the ladies room?" "Well when I was inside you last night I couldn't stop coming, and had no desire to come out at all," laughed Billyjoe. "So I'd do it with you in the ladies room anytime babe, so maybe I'll just come with you." "Gross! Not what I'm asking," gulped Max. "And disgusting in so many ways." "Like you wouldn't be all over that the second we pushed open a stall?" smiled Billyjoe. "Yeah of course, but now is not the time, honey?" said Max, rolling his eyes. "Now can I go or would you rather take me shopping again after I shit my pants in this booth if you make me sit here any longer?" "Damn girl! You didn't have to be that graphic," squirmed Billyjoe. "I'm not sure whether to be grossed out or turned on? But guess which one I choose." "You choose to let me go to the ladies room," said Max, pushing. "And alone please! A girl does need some privacy at times you know." "Fine, but I'll wait until you come back then," replied Billyjoe, annoyed. "It's always better if the hot chick shrieks and moans a little." "Shrieks and moans?" Max was mortified. "Like you're expecting me to make a big scene?" "Well not the same shrieking and moaning like in the bedroom," laughed Billyjoe. "That I'm expecting you'll save for later." "You know what? Handle it or don't?" said Max, pushing out of the booth totally now. "I'm past worrying about it since my bladder is about to explode. If you're not here when I get back, then I'll meet you in the truck, otherwise just be fucking patient since I'll need some time." Into the ladies room Max scurried before finding an empty stall and going inside. All he really had to do was tinkle as he dropped his shorts and sat on the bowl emptying his bladder. He sat holding himself back until finally there seemed to be no women left inside and then tucked himself, pulling up his shorts. Outside the stall he went, hurrying over to lock the ladies room door from inside and then opened the single bathroom window. Over to it he pushed a garbage can, flipping it upside down and then climbing on top of it. He was barely able to climb to his knees on the can then stood with the plastic can shaking, holding the window sill, trying to balance in his heels. It was only about an eight foot drop down outside, but still no simple task to fit through the fold down casement window as he stepped his left foot through the opening. Luckily his legs were just long enough to step over the open pane as over came the other leg as he grabbed the ledge, and suddenly his legs were dangling outside. Max was even more fortunate he was flexible enough to slither his ass onto the exterior window ledge, and then bent his back enough to begin to edge his buttocks slowly off the ledge. Half way through distorting himself into a dangling position, he realized he should have taken off his shoes before dropping down, but then it would be too late as he could barely hold on with his legs hanging freely. When finally his arms were stretched so that he was extended as far down as he could before dropping, he would be falling like it or not as he felt the pressure near his fingertips. It hurt like hell as the long nail tips on his index and middle fingers were stretched back from his cuticles as his hands slipped from the window sill, but that would feel pleasant compared to the snapping sound of his left ankle as his feet hit the ground. Forward he fell as his knees buckled on impact as he face planted on the pavement, as his right hip and right shoulder took the brunt of the fall. He lay there moaning for just a minute before looking around and pushing the garbage away from his face in the gross alley next to the dumpster. Up he popped to his knees, feeling some scrapes on his hip under his shorts and definitely bleeding from a raspberry near his left butt cheek. Thankfully the blood on his right wrist turned out to be remains of ketchup from the garbage as he wiped it against the ground, yet it was just one of a series of disgusting slimy substances that he'd fallen into. A cracked index finger nail and a middle finger acrylic extension half snapped off would be acceptable casualties as he wiped himself off. He picked up his purse and straightened his back as any slight pain would instantly be healed by the feeling of sudden freedom. To his heels he stood, quickly looking around and then hurrying around the back of the diner. He avoided any views from the windows, crouching as he weaved his way between parked cars and then scampered down the street. He knew he didn't have that much time before Billyjoe would come looking and surveyed his surroundings, gathering his senses. He was only two miles from home now as he pulled off his shoes and then began to race down the street away from the diner. Being in shorts and a soft top were actually much easier to maneuver in than his costume party dress, as he scampered down a side street until he needed a break, out of breath and sat down. A one minute rest would be all he would allow himself, worried Billyjoe would soon be out looking, so again he started out. By the next block, he was able to turn into a park and slow down to a speed walking pace, conserving some energy until he felt something nasty between his toes. "Are you fucking kidding me?" Max moaned,seeing the dark substance mushed between his toes. He freaked out a little, wiping his foot in the grass but that would only remove the dog shit smeared against the bottom of his toes. Half frantically he wandered over towards a big puddle, dipping in his feet, yet that would still not be enough. Twenty yards away, he saw the play area with some mothers pushing kids on the swings and a few toddlers in a small sprinkler area as he hurried towards them to wash off his feet. With the kids enjoying the sprinklers towards the other side, he dipped in his feet and rinsed them. Some odd looks from mothers would turn to lude comments, yet he could care less as he washed any stickiness from his legs and then the dried condiments from his arms. When he felt better about himself and could care less about being half soaked once again, he walked over to an empty bench, rummaging through the trash. It was like a gold to find some stray napkins in the bin, drying himself like he was homeless before strapping his pumps back on. As he stood to his feet and turned around, he swallowed hard, seeing fingers pointing his way. "There officer," yelled a voice. "That's the druggie that was scaring the kids and taking a hooker bath." "No," said Max, looking up from buckling his shoe. "I'm no druggie, and I'm not bothering anyone." "ID, please Miss," asked the officer. "And let me see those eyes." "Sir, I stepped in dog crap," said Max. "That's it, and I want no trouble." "Then maybe you shouldn't do drugs in our park or come near children," yelled the woman. "Officer I just stepped in shit," said Max. "That's all. I was washing off my feet." "Well you don't look drugged out," said the officer, lifting his chin and looking at him. "But if that's all you were doing, why are your shorts soaked, and I can half see through your top. This is no wet t- shirt contest, Miss. Now let's see some ID." "I have nothing on me, and I was sticky, but that was from before I got here," replied Max, opening his pocketbook. "If you want, you can drive me home for it, and I'll explain everything in the car." "What's to explain, except why would you be at a park dressed like this?" said the officer. "This is a family park, and no place for someone like you. Follow me please, and don't make me cuff you to cause a scene in front of innocent children." "Oh gawwddd," gulped Max. "No problem. I'm not here to cause any issues, sir." "Move your ass, then," said the officer, pointing ahead. "After you." Max didn't have to be asked twice, as suddenly he was speed walking in his stilettos down the windy patch across the entire park. When they got to the other side, he could see the patrol car parked and then another officer got out of the car. "So this is the hooker you found in the park?" asked an officer eating a donut. "Sir, I'm not..," Max began to say. "Hands on the car. Spread 'em and shut the fuck up," said the officer behind him. "Oh gawwddd," gulped Max, following along as they asked. "Yes, sir." He was ready to piss himself as he was suddenly being patted down as the officer's big thick hands patted from his ankles up across his ass and then around his waist. "You think maybe in her bra?" said the other, officer squeezing beneath it. "Wait, here we go. What's that, maybe a gram?" "What are talking about?" Max was panicking, looking over his shoulder and seeing the little package. "Officers, that's not mine." "You have the right to remain silent," said the officer, slapping the cuffs on his wrists. "Now spin around." "I don't need to be silent," yelped Max as he was suddenly cuffed, leaning against the car. "My boyfriend just bought me this bra in Walmart. I don't know anything about drugs, and that bra is padded." "So you're saying it's your boyfriend's drugs?" asked the officer, lifting his chin. "He stuffed them in there?" "I don't know, and if he did, I didn't know about it," cried Max. "Please, I was just trying to get home." "Oh we'll take you home after a ride downtown, and maybe a night behind bars until you have better answers," replied the officer. "Ready to change your story now?" "No, that's the truth," sobbed Max. "Please sir, I just want to go home. I'm no criminal, and all I was doing was trying to go home." "Down on your knees, and should i radio we'll be bringing her in?" said the officer, pushing down on his head. "Please, I'll go down on my knees and do anything, but they're not mine," cried Max. "I swear I know nothing about having drugs on me." "Are you soliciting ,young lady?" said the officer, pulling his head back by his hair. "Right here at a family park?" "No," gulped Max, cringing as the officer pulled hard on his hair. "Of course not sir. I'd never." "Get in the car," said the officer, lifting him by the arm, back to his feet and giving a little shove towards the car. Off the doorframe his face was slammed as they brutally forced him in and then slammed the door. He could hear them almost giggling as they got in and started the car, as it was all he could do not to piss his shorts. With sirens blaring, they peeled out, making a high speed U-turn as he lay across the seat, cuffed, barely able to stop from slamming into the front seat as they sped. When the car stopped a short five minutes into the ride, he smashed his face into the front seat ahead of them, and then they came around, opening the door. "Get out, bitch," ordered the officer, pulling him from the car. "You're lucky you didn't have enough on you to make it worth our while to do the paperwork." "Keep the drugs out of the park, and if you're working, stay on your corner or next time you will be going downtown," said the other officer, un-cuffing him. "But I wasn't," Max started to say, never more relieved in his life. "Got it," scolded the officer. "Or not?" "Yes, sir," nodded Max, mortified as he could see people from the gas station across the street staring at them. "Good, because otherwise it'll be you going downtown on half the guys in our squad before you even get to the cell," said the officer, getting back in the car. "Stay out of the park." He had never been so frightened in his life, and then realized he was almost back to where he started much earlier in the day as he looked around at the seedy neighborhood. He'd been only a mile or so from home in the park, but was now taken back a few miles in the other direction, recognizing a store and adjoining gas station. He again started back towards home, ignoring any gestures or lewd remarks his way. His legs were burning and his feet throbbing in the high heels, yet no chance would he take them off again. He felt dirty and disgusting even, as any dampness had long left in his change of clothes, and exchanged places with sweat and soil. The first glimpse of his neighborhood never felt so exciting as he turned past his old high school and then heard cat calls from the football team as his saunter by distracted their practice. He looked away, never engaging in any eye contact for even a second, and then sidestepped some parents picking up kids at the curb. He heard a distinct whizzing sound through the air and then felt a few spit balls rebound off his back and ass, never wavering from his path down the sidewalk. He could hear the kids laughing as he turned the corner and then shook out the tiny paper spitballs from his hair, having to laugh, knowing he'd have done the same thing as a kid. Past the town pizzeria and ice cream parlor he walked by next, wishing he had sunglasses to mask his face, as he knew the workers well yet no one seemed to pay him any mind. Two more turns down some side streets and he felt like a dog salivating, as he could practically smell his own lawn as he got to his block. His worn street sign almost seemed crystal clear as he made a right past an evergreen tree near the crosswalk, and then looked up as his little ranch style house never seemed more of a home. "Oh thank gawwddd," sighed Max as he turned the corner, seeing his house. He never felt better thinking about how he'd break into his own home, but then slowed down his walk watching his BMW SUV turn into the driveway. "She's in my car, that bitch?" yelped Max, expecting his girlfriend to get out but then instead seeing his neighbor exit the driver side. "Holy shit! What the fuck?" He stopped dead in his tracks, seeing his neighbor walk around and open the passenger door as his girlfriend popped out, taking his hand. They stopped, sharing a quick kiss and then walked towards his home's front door, arm and arm, giggling. "Oh shit," said his girlfriend Bethany. "What the fuck are you two doing!" yelled Max, marching down the block now speedily. "Hey! What the fuck?" "Max, please," said his girlfriend, Bethany. "Just calm down, and this can be civil." "Calm down!?" yelled Max. "Fuck you, i won't calm down and be civil." "Fine! Whatever, asshole!" said Bethany, turning her back. "If that's the way you want it, then so be it! It's over, and I'm just cleaning out a few things." "No shit it's over, and get the fuck away from my house," yelled Max as he got into his driveway. "You and this asshole Neil. Fuck both of you, and how long has this shit been going on?" "Longer than you've been a slutty bitch, which seems quite fitting I must say," replied Neil with a smirk on his face. "Now it's none of your fucking business, and long enough." "Mind your business, asshole and I'm not talking to you," said Max, grabbing Bethany's arm, trying to turn her towards him. "She is my business now," said Neil, pulling Max's arm off his girlfriend. "And you're a shitty neighbor and an even shittier boyfriend, so you're lucky she dated you as long as she did." "Stop it both of you, and all I want is my stuff." Bethany hurried towards the house. "Like he could stop you anyway?" said Neil with a smirk. "Although he's pretty quick in heels." "I said I wasn't talking to you," said Max, raising a fist. "Now butt out before I kick your ass." "You mean scratch my eyes out, slut," laughed Neil. "Now just let her get whatever's left and she'll be out of your pathetic life so you can get back to being the little whore you seem to be quite good at already." Max turned, punching Neil dead in the face as down he went, never expecting it. "How's that for a whore?" said Max, steaming mad and holding his hand. "Fuck you," yelled Neil from the ground, sitting up and holding his jaw. "You hit like a girl." "Yeah one that knocked you on your ass." Max looked at his hand with nails missing now. "Only because you sucker punched me, slut," said Neil, getting to his knees and then standing up. "Now let's see what you really got, because I've got no issues hitting a girl." As Neil turned throwing a punch, Max blocked it and then quickly counter punched him in the stomach, bending him over as he gasped, holding his stomach. "I guess more than you thought, you big pussy," Max laughed, enjoying him writhing in pain. "And since you had no issues hitting a girl, then I have no issues answering back like one." Quickly Max stepped forward, kneeing Neil in the balls as hard as he could and down went Neil writhing in pain. He then took his shoe, pressing the point of his stiletto atop his hands that were covering his crotch on the ground before Bethany raced over, pulling him off Neil. "I know you're pissed, and you hate me, but it doesn't have to be like that," yelled Bethany. "None of this is his fault." "Then who's is it?" yelled Max. "Do you ever take responsibility for anything in a relationship?" asked Bethany. "Me? How about you?" yelled Max. "I dressed up for you last night, and what the fuck? You fucking left me to the wolves last night, and you have no idea how I woke up today?" "Well I think I kind of do?" Bethany answered. "I saw the two you left with and also who you were kissing before you did!" "Then why didn't you stop it!" asked upset. "I was obviously really fucked up." "No shit, and that was always half our problem," said Bethany, tossing up her hands. "Wait? Who's clothes are those, and you didn't?.... Holy shit, you did?" "Uuumm that's a long story," said Max. "And I didn't what?" Bethany burst out laughing uncontrollably as she stood up and walked over, touching his face. She stepped back, looking him over and then put her hands on her hips, calming down. "Color your hair and pierce your nose," laughed Bethany, stepping in and touching his hair. "Because I did a lot of shit to you, but that is not the rinse I put in, and don't you look like quite the sexy little thing today?" "Stop it Bethany," said Max, turning beet red. "Not at all funny." "Why should I stop! I'm impressed actually?" said Bethany, biting her lip as she circled him and flipped his hair on his back. "I can see the new layers. I see a new do. New slutty makeup and even more piercings. Oh this is maybe a long story, but one I need to hear." "There's nothing to tell, except you fucked me," yelled Max. "You left me there wasted knowing nothing but bad shit could happen." "Oh I'm thinking I'm not the one that fucked you," smiled Bethany. "And I'm guessing the bad shit you're talking about just pulled up in his pickup truck." "Oh crap," said Max, seeing Billyjoe stepping out of the truck. "How cute is he in a lovely white trash type of way now that I see him in the daylight," joked Bethany. "I think you two must make a really cute couple. I'm happy for you, Maxie." "Don't even joke like that, you bitch," yelled Max, grabbing her arm. "This has gone too far." "No, you've gone too far and get the fuck off me," yelled Bethany, swinging her arm free and her elbow around into his face. ********************************************************* "Ahhhh!" said a woman touching his forehead. "There you are Maxine! Billyjoe, darling. She's waking up." "Thank you, mama," said Billyjoe, touching Max's face. "How you doing, babe?" As his lips softly touched on Max's, he opened his eyes and then Billyjoe helped him sit up. "Hey," mumbled Max, a bit dazed, lifting his hand. "Where am I?" "My place, babe," said Billyjoe, sitting next to him on the bed. "You ok?" "Ok?" said Max, trying to completely open his eyes. "I think so?" "I'm so glad. I missed you," said Billyjoe, kissing Max's forehead. "Welcome babe, and not exactly how we planned it, but now you've finally met momma." "Oh hi," said Max, extending his hand. "Mrs. Uummm..." "Relax dear, and I'm not a Smith like my son," grinned his mother. "I've been married a few times, so right now I'm a Barrett." "Pleasure Mrs. Barrett," said Max, shaking hands and looking at his. "And how long was I out?" "Long enough for me to fix your nails darling, and a few other things that were in need of some attention," said Mrs. Barrett, seeing him look at his nails. "You like that color, Maxine?" "Uuumm, pink," said Max, extending his fingers. "Sure? Uuumm very uuummm bright?" "They call it passion pink, which I thought would be appropriate for you two," smiled Mrs. Barrett, standing up. "Now let me leave you two so you can catch up a little, and then I'll see you outside for supper. Being out two days, you'll need to eat, darling." "Two days?" asked Max, shaking his head. "Yup, momma took care of you for two days," said Billyjoe, softly touching his face. "Washed, changed and let's say fixed you back up again. Two days without proper hygiene creates quite the unsightly mess in a woman like you." "Holy crap, I must look..." Max began to say. "Like you needed a little TLC on that mustache problem you've got?" Interrupted Billyjoe. "Yeah momma did that too, and re-did your hair and makeup every day so you'd look beautiful the second you'd wake up." "Oh gawwddd, Billyjoe!" gulped Max, trying to get up. "Why don't I just go and please don't hurt me?" "You've been through a lot, and you need your rest," said Billyjoe, aren't you?" "Uuummm sure, but I'm kind of confused then!" nodded Max, tearing up and biting his lip. "You're not upset that..?" "Upset that you wandered off?" said Billyjoe, touching his arm. "Maybe a little, but I realize you wanted me to handle skipping out on the check like a man. Yeah, I get it." "Oh and thanks for doing that, but before you do get upset again," said Max, standing up and seeing the red stilettos on the floor. "Maybe it's best I just slip on my shoes, promise to never say a word about any of this to anyone and just head home." "Like I'd leave you homeless, or force you to go back to your old man," said Billyjoe, lifting his shoe and sliding it on his foot ever so gently and then buckling the strap. "Now what is best is for you to have shoes on for dinner, because the ground is quite dusty this time of year, but you are home, babe. My trailer is your trailer now, and don't worry, momma moved out to the trailer just across the way." "That's ummm... awfully sweet of you, but I was never homeless?" said Max, as Billyjoe was helping him on with his other shoe now. "You were at my house, and I wouldn't want you putting out momma. She lived in this trailer with you?" "Until I brought you here and I told her you'd be moving in," nodded Billyjoe, before leaning in and planting a soft kiss. "I know we're moving a bit fast, but I knew I should with you having no option of going back with that Neil boyfriend asshole after you bludgeoned his balls, regardless of where he'll have to relocate to." "You think Neil was... Wait? Relocate?" asked Max, thinking and then smirking. "How do you know he's relocating?" "Well after I brought you here for momma to take care of, I went back and might have accidentally torched the old house you two lived in to the ground! Cars! Houses on both sides and maybe a little more, but I didn't stick around to find out," winked Billyjoe with a big smirk on his face. "Last thing I saw were him and his new girl running down the street for their lives. You should have seen the fear in their eyes. Damn, I should have taped it for you." "Holy shit what the fuck?" gulped Max, grabbing his head. "That was my house. My car! And everything I owned in it." "You never told me you had a house?" Billyjoe said. "And a car," sulked Max. "And lots of really cool stuff! Oh my gawwdddd! It can't really all be gone." "Shit you'll no longer be needing as my girl, living with me," smiled Billyjoe, taking out his big knife, scraping it against the metal post on the bed. "Will you, Maxine?" "No, and please put that away," gulped Max, pushing it away. "But now that you... well momma did tell you right?" "That you're a hot chick with more than just a little mustache problem?" smirked Billyjoe, lifting his knife and softly scraping it just under his nose. "That I knew the night I picked you up, babe." "Really?" gasped Max, pushing away his hand. "Did you know how worried I was about that with you?" "Maybe," smiled Billyjoe, putting his hand down. "Maybe? Do you know the stress it put on me!" said Max, getting angry. "I wasn't sure you did, but you have no idea what a relief this is now that you're cool with it." "I think I do have an idea," grinned Billyjoe, tossing the knife away. "But I'd still like you to prove it." Max sighed, shaking his head and then leaned over, initiating a soft kiss and quickly they were making out. As much as his head hurt from all this, the relief that came over him allowed him to just let loose. For the first time he wasn't worried as Billyjoe's hands were on his legs and all over his back until his lips parted wide and Billyjoe's tongue entered his mouth. "What the?" Max yelped as Billyjoe's tongue felt weird inside him and he reached up his hand. "My front teeth are gone?" "Yeah, that bitch packed quite the elbow," laughed Billyjoe. "Even with you out cold, I had to fish them out before you choked on them, and momma pulled out the loose ones once I got you here." "Oh my gawwdddd," mumbled Max, putting his finger in his mouth, feeling the gap and then standing up, turning around and looking at himself in the trailer's small mirror near the bed. "I'm trailer trash now!" A little bit of lip gloss was now smeared around the rim of his mouth, yet that would be nothing as it framed the big gap in his teeth. He wiped the edges of his mouth with his fingers, stunned that the hole in his big pink glossed smile easily fit three or four of his long, pointy matching pink nails inside it. He stepped back, needing a second, realizing momma had cemented his trashy look even further as wild frizzy curls now added a mass of volume to his red hair, and a much thicker eye liner surrounded his eyes. A pink and white checkered backless crop top was held on by a single loop around his neck, and a thin one on his back, covering barely more skin than a bikini and beneath it, his denim shorts had been exchanged for a very short, denim mini skirt. His legs still delivered the skanky look from Walmart, but a pierced belly button flickered with a dangling skull. "You did all this while I was passed out?" sighed Max, digging his hands in his hair. "Holy shit! I do look like some skank!" "Babe, I think you're freaking smoking, and momma said it wasn't easy perming your hair with you passed out, but momma's a damn good beautician among other things," nodded Billyjoe. "And you were in a lot of pain tossing and turning the first night, so it was a bit easier on her once I gave you a little something to relax you?" "You mean you drugged me?" gulped Max. "Nah, I'm not into drugs, even if I look they type," joked Billyjoe. "It was just a mix of pain killers, some shit to help you sleep and something to take the edge off. I'm not exactly sure what the shit all is but momma knows, and we couldn't have you suffer. You're not that tough a girl you know." "How tough could I be?" slumped Max. "Last I knew I had a nice car, a job and a house. Now I'm a broke, homeless girl." "You're much too pretty to be tough anyway! Sure you pack a bit of a wallop when you get to swinging that long leg in heels, but l'll do the fighting for you from now on, my queen," said Billyjoe. "Your queen?" sighed Max, tearing up. "That was one fucked up night the time we met, Billyjoe. Truth be told, shit just happened and I'm really no queen." "No, you're so much more sugar, and magic happened between us." Billyjoe kissed him. "Now being a bit on the delicate side is nothing to be ashamed of, and you're not broke or homeless. I told you we've got that covered, and all you need to worry about is being beautiful." "Please, I can't live like this?" moaned Max. "I'll pay you. I don't have much in the bank, but I had a decent job, so my direct deposit will hit by the end of the month. You can have it all and even with a big mortgage, I'm sure I'll be getting some insurance money from the house! Take it!" "Stay calm, and I don't want your money," said Billyjoe, touching his face. "I know this is all a lot to take in, but it'll be ok. We've got more than we need, and I'll take care of you." "And how's that?" asked Max, throwing up his hands. "You couldn't even pay for a meal at the diner." "Well thanks to meeting you, everything's changed," said Billyjoe. "I believe in fate Maxine, and I'll never forget that's when I knew you were the one for me that first night, when you said you did too. Maybe it took until the next day, but it started that night." "Oh gawwddd? I don't remember discussing that with you but..." Max said, looking up at the sky. "Yes, I've always believed in fate. I do always talk about fate but thing is....fate don't pay the bills." "Well fate led me to find you before your old man could get up after you blasted his balls," laughed Billyjoe. "I mean I was looking everywhere for you babe, and then there you were looking all sexy with a steel tipped heel crushing his testicles. If that's not fate then what is?" "Maybe?" laughed Max. "But that still don't pay the dinner bill, unless you took his wallet before we left." "Well not exactly, as I was too busy carrying you, but how do you think I paid for this?" said Billyjoe, pulling up his short sleeve. "Maxine in a heart?" said Max, surprised. "You tattooed my name on your arm and had Neil pay for it." "Kind of?" laughed Billyjoe. "Really the rolex I swiped from his room paid for that, and the other ones you and my mom got. House calls are expensive, and I'm thinking you're the type that's afraid of needles anyway." "Oh gawwdd." Max freaked out, bending in his elbows but seeing nothing. "I do hate needles." "Not there, babe," grinned Billyjoe. "I wasn't sure if you wanted ink on those twiggy biceps anyway, so with you passed out, it was easy for you and momma to get them where most girls do." "Shit?" gulped Max, spinning and staring at script ink just about his skirt on his lower back. "Maxine loves BJS! No fucking way! Am I reading that wrong?" "Cool, right," said Billyjoe proudly. "It reads like I love giving BJ?s." Max swiveled his hips back and forth, staring over his shoulder. "I?m tramp stamped that I love giving blow jobs? Did you even think about that before you had that tattooed on me?" "Well it wouldn?t be a lie, but that?s not what it says," laughed Billyjoe. "BJS. Billy Joe Smith. It says you love me, and look at mine! It means we love each other." "And what does momma?s say?" Max asked. "Don?t tell me it says Momma love BJS." "Crap, don?t mention this to her," smirked Billyjoe, rubbing his chin. "Hopefully if we don?t, she won?t think about it that way, and now I get that was pretty stupid of me." "Pretty stupid?" replied Maxine, slapping his forehead. "Well for a boy with a seventh grade education, I think I did alright," smirked Billyjoe. "I got momma her own trailer, buried some money for ourselves, and did you think that big rock on your finger came cheap?" "Big rock?" Max extendedg his hand, not realizing it was there. "You must be kidding me?" "I told you I?d keep my word and get you a nice rock after I proposed, and you said yes last night," grinned Billyjoe, lifting under his hand as they both stared at it. "And if you don?t like it, we?ll exchange it for a different cut. The salesman said I could." "This is ridiculous?" said Max, unable to stop staring at it. "We uuummm just met, and this is a huge diamond. I couldn?t have said that, and I'm taking this off." "Don?t worry, momma?s not mad that she didn?t get to meet you first, and did you not remember me having Candy record it so we could watch it over and over," said Max, clicking a few buttons on his phone and then playing the video. Max couldn?t believe his eyes, as suddenly the video started playing. It was the seedy hotel room he had woken up in and there was Billyjoe completely naked and on one knee. He was being proposed to in his red lingerie, and watched himself nod before initiating a deep kiss. When she put the phone down, he watched her come over and join in as he no longer could watch, seeing himself take hold of Billyjoe before giving him head. "Turn it off." Max pushed away the phone. "Please, I almost can?t believe it." "I can?t believe how gorgeous that ring is on your either, and believe me I pawned everything I could before I torched the rest," grinned Billyjoe. "But really the chop shop paid well for your old man?s Benz, so next time before you smash in his testicles, take a minute to thank him for funding our engagement." "Don?t take it like I?m not thrilled that you fucked him over," said Max, staring at the ring and then starting to pull it off. "But engaged? And to you with this big ring? Don?t think so?" "Is no big deal! Don?t freaking panic, and nothing?s too rich for my girl," said Billyjoe, stopping him and pushing it back on. "I don?t care about a big wedding or anything for myself, and I know there?s so much more you?ll need. I figure whatever we get from your insurance company will pay for your boob job like Candy got, just like you?ve always dreamed of. A nice small wedding and finish off what momma couldn?t with her Billytongs." "Her what?" said Max confused. "Don?t worry, they were new and not used on any bulls before you," said Billyjoe. "You may have been passed out and drugged up, but she?s so good with those things you barely flinched when she snipped off that thimble dick and useless peanuts." "Billyjoe, do not even kid about things like this," gulped Max, stunned as he took his hand, covering his crotch atop his skirt. "Wait? What?s under my skirt? Oh gawwddd!" "Not much of anything like you wished for babe, but of course that?s just some packing and bandaging for now," said Billyjoe, rubbing his back and comforting him. "Just think of it like you?ll be having some girl problems for a while, babe. You know like a custom maxie pad for my Maxie. Now again you?re not that tough a girl, so stop worrying and momma will keep changing you while you heal." "Holy shit! Those do feel like bandages!" Max yelped, reaching under his skirt. "It feels numb, and am I bleeding? Please tell me I?m just on drugs again." "Of course you?re medicated, girl, and all of you bleed at certain times of the month, so think of it like that," smiled Billyjoe. "But it?s not like that," said Max, feeling faint. "I?m not that kind of girl!" "But you?re not exactly a bull or livestock either, even if momma needed to handle you like one. Now I told you you?re not that tough, and you're going to be sore for a while," said Billyjoe, reaching over and lifting his big knife again. "I figure after you heal a little, all you?ll need now is a half way decent surgeon to create that right slit." "You?re scaring me out of my wits." Max pushed away his hand and squeezed his legs together. "I can?t feel anything between my legs! Please put that down. Billyjoe, please!" "You don?t ever have to say please to me, but you're welcome. Just being with you is pleasing enough," said Billyjoe, leaning in and kissing him for a minute before it broke and then he looked into Max?s eyes. "And don?t worry Maxine if insurance isn?t enough. Worst case we?ll get the boobs with the money I still have from the pawn shop, you can wear momma?s old wedding dress since you?re in her clothes now, and it seems you two are the same size, so can share a wardrobe. Oh, and trust me I?m as amazing with a knife as you are with those pretty lips, so if we can?t afford the other surgery, then momma can knock you out again and I got this. So what do you say, babe? Sound good?" "I hate to break up you two love birds, but dinner will be on the table in a minute or two," said momma, coming in. "Momma, now?s not a good time?" moaned Billyjoe. "We?re right in the middle of something important." "Yeah I overheard some of that, so keep you?re squawking and whining down if you don?t want the whole trailer park to know your business," Lectured momma. "Now please, she needs her strength to recuperate, especially after I handled that something you were in the middle of worrying about." "But momma?" complained Billyjoe as Max could barely breathe, hearing her talk. "Don?t but momma me, and I?ll expect you two out there in two minutes," Momma ordered. "Miss Maxine needs a good meal in her, and you can resume all the lovin? once she?s got a little something in her belly. Now you damn well better be gentle with this pretty little wallflower and don?t let me ever think, even a second after all we?ve done to help her live out her dreams, that you are not worshiping the ground she walks on. You got me, Billyjoe?" "Yeah, yeah! You know I do momma," said Billyjoe, rolling his eyes. "Now if you wouldn?t mind, mom?" "Wait, my dreams?" asked Max, turning and looking at him like he wanted to bite off his head. "Sorry, was I not supposed to have seen that video?" said his mother. "I apologize darling, but my Billyjoe does share just about everything with me, and I wouldn?t have even entertained helping you if you weren?t practically begging for it." "Oh gawddddd," gulped Max. "I'm almost afraid to watch and see what else I said." "Don?t be," said momma. "My Billyjoe never gets embarrassed, even though he?s thirty two and I still just about do everything but wipe his ass, so why should you?" "Yeah, I kind see that now," smirked Max. "And thanks I guess?" "You?re quite welcome, Maxine," smiled momma as he could see a few missing teeth now. "Darling, I already think of you as a daughter." "Well you to do look a bit alike now," laughed Billyjoe. "Except you?re not getting any younger, momma." "You be kind to your mother," snapped Max, slapping Billyjoe playfully. "And I guess we do a little, especially both having red hair. Love the outfit by the way, and I guess we are the same size." "Thank you, darling," smiled momma as Max realized he was in her shorts and camo top that he came in. "Well just about, but it won?t be long until you can fill out my tops. Now don?t make me come in here again, and the food will be getting cold soon! So we good?" "I guess we have to be momma, and love the tattoo," smiled Max, looking over at momma?s tramp stamp while reaching down and feeling Billyjoe?s hard on and pulling down his zipper. "And I?m thinking with the gap in my teeth I won?t need more than a minute or two until we?ll be out, but I?m damn sure it won?t be without more than a little something already in my belly." "Love the tat on you as well, my future daughter in law, but glad you got me the new trailer, Billyjoe, because this would be a bit awkward with all three of us in the same bed," said Momma, smirking as she watched Max drop to his knees and give him a blowjob before heading out of the trailer. "Now you enjoy darling, and don?t choke but while I?m waiting I guess I?ll call our pastor to get things rolling." "Thank you, momma," smiled Billyjoe, feeling his eyes roll into the back of his head as Max been bobbing quickly. "You're welcome Billyjoe, and tilt you neck back to the left, Maxine. That?s how he likes it best," said momma, touching the back of Max?s head, sliding it over a touch before she opened the door, walking out of the trailer. "And thank you honey! Thirty two years and now I finally don?t have to breast feed or clean the boy anymore. I?m just happy you found a good woman, and we could make both your dreams come true."