Stud Muffin

Mia didn’t answer Lynn’s question until he asked again in a slightly different way.

Looking at Mia for a long minute, he could see tears welling up in those beautiful black eyes. He hugged her up and tenderly nuzzled her neck, whispering, “What’s wrong, baby? What has this man done to you? Tell me what’s wrong, baby.”

Tears rolling down her face, Mia sobbed, “Nothing to me, Lynn. He has done nothing to me. It’s Sly I’m worried about. That man is a child molester. I think he has had his way with Sly.”

Lynn came up off the sofa like he had been shot in the ass with hot pork skins. “How do you know this, Mia? This is a serious accusation you’re laying on this ole boy.”

Mia patted the sofa and said softly, “Sit down, Lynn and let me tell you the whole story.” When she finished, Lynn was up pacing the floor and asking her to repeat some of the stuff she had told him.

Finally, Lynn sat beside Mia when he finished asking questions. Lynn asked again, “Milt does not know about this?”

“No, Lea and I decided not to tell him or Paw.”

“Why not? They’re gonna find out anyhow, Mia. Somebody’s going to tell them or Mr. Roger, and then the fat will be in the fire. You and Lea are not going to involve the law in this, I assume?” Lynn asked.

“No, if we did, all they would do is ask Sly endless questions, drooling over the answers and try to make her out as a slut.”

“Whatcha gonna do then, baby?”

“We don’t have that figured out exactly, yet.”

“You and Lea, ah, are fixing to do some dirt to this Ryan guy, Mia?”

“Yeah, we are. Big-time dirt.”

“Y’all are fixing to get yo ass in a real jam if you ain’t real slick bout dis, darling.”

Teary-eyed and distraught, Mia looked at Lynn. Her beautiful lips were trembling. The recollection of how her low-life stepfather constantly fondled and molested her from the time she was ten years old until his accident. Mia’s mom ignored her pleas to make him stop messing with her. She was afraid her abusive husband would leave her. Just days before Mia’s fifteenth birthday news of her stepfather’s near fatal injury in an oil field accident sentencing him to a nursing home for the rest of his life was the best news Mia had ever received. “Why couldn’t something like that happen to that perverted Ryan,” she asked herself. “Would serve him right.”

“Why can’t we just put him in that big trailer of yours and just haul his no-good ass off somewhere and forget about that bastard, or something like that?” asked Mia, wiping her teary eyes.

“You mean get him in my reefer trailer and turn the unit to freezing and haul his sorry ass off somewhere and dump him?”

Mia slid up to Lynn, softy saying, “It didn’t bother him not one bit to fool Sly into coming over to his apartment and then take my baby’s virginity away, Lynn. He will pay for having his way with her, one way or the other.”

“Are you sure he has had his way with Sly or are you just assuming that he did?” asked Lynn.

“Yes, I am sure. If you were in Sly’s place, would you tell the truth, especially if he offered to get you a big recording contract? He’s has had his way with her,” whined Mia.

“You want me to help you make something happen to him?”

Biting on his ear, kissing his neck, and rubbing his butt with one hand as she held him close with the other hand, she finally kissed him and stuck her tongue deep into his mouth. As she gently broke off the kiss, Mia cooed into his ear, “It’s nice to have a real man around the house, Lynn.” Both knew the pact was sealed without another word being said.

“It will be dark in a little bit, Lynn. Do you want to go for a swim?”

“I didn’t bring my bathing suit.”

“You don’t need one,” said Mia as she jumped up and headed for the swimming pool. “I usually turn out all the lights and go skinny-dipping.”