Under The Flag

UNDER THE FLAG BY Stardog Champion The sensation of her face buried in the scrunched pillows on her bed had become an all too familiar feeling for the 36 year old, happliy married, mother of two. With her hands stretched wide out to each side, and her husband's rough, meaty paws pressing down on them heavily on the crisp, freshly washed sheets, the tiny woman was powerless but to lay there, face down, and simply let her husband of 17 years have his way with her. It was almost as if what was happening to her body was nothing more than a sick and twisted dancestep counting off in her mind. It always happened the same way. After a very brief bit of foreplay, her husband would roughly flip her onto her belly, push her arms up over her head and held them down as he entered her from behind with his cock. Once his dick was inside of her, she could almost tell from the tortured pace of his breathing just how close he was to finishing his business. With her face pressed into the pillow, her ears were really the only tools she had for judging just when he would relieve himself and like he always did afterwards, fall off to the side like a drunk cowboy dismounting his horse, before drifting off to sleep ,without a word, on his side of the bed. As soon as his voice started to get a little raspy, it was like clockwork. He would start saying, "You're my little slut....You're my little whore..say it Bitch...You're nothing but a cock hungary slut...aren't you?" It always seemed odd to her that the same man that expected her to be the model wife, loving mother and maid also wanted her to be nothing more than a trashy, emotionless, sperm dump in bed. "Yes," She would always answer, with ever increasing roboticness as she moaned through the pillow covering her mouth. "I am your slut Sir...I'm nothing but your little Bitch Slut Sir." Just like always, as soon as her words of submissive recognition to his authority over her entire body and soul registered in his ears, his breathing would momentarily stop, he would groan in a primal voice that even to this day caused her trepidation. Then nothing but silence, except for the sound of his thighs smacking hers as he delivered his scalding cum inside her womb for the thousanth time. She would then instictivly bite her lip, trying her best to think about something else other than what was occuring on top of her body at that sickening moment. Then it was over as quickly as it had started. He would simply fall off of her as if he had been shot and take his rest at her side without the first loving word of gratitude to her as she lay naked and motionless beside him. After all those years, that was unfortunatly the only thing she had grown to associate sex with and frankly, she hated even the mention of the word. Each night after her husband had taken his rightful due from his wife and rolled off of her to go to sleep, she was thankful, both in a real as well as symbolic sense, to have his weight lifted off of her. That was the intimacy that had slowly developed over almost 2 decades of marriage for Tamara Louise Scroggins. When she would hear her husband Carl's chainsaw like snorning bristle up beside of her, signaling that he was dead to the world, Tammy would quietly lift herself up off the bed and march straight to the privacy of the bathroom to remove the pungeant filth her husband had deposited inside her. After hauling her tired body back to bed, Tammy would often lay there trying her best not to dwell on her selfish feelings of unfullfillment and discontent. Stewing in her personal Hell, Tammy laid there sometimes for hours on end trying to make some sense of it all as she tried calming herself enough to fall asleep. 6AM comes awful quickly when the mind doesn't shut off long after the body does. Soon enough, the alarm clock beside her bed would be giving off its shrill recognition that a new day was about to begin. There would be breakfast to fix, there would be kids to wake up and lunches to pack, and there would also be a husband to acknowledge as he departed for another day of earning the brunt of the money that kept the family afloat. Then she would have to gather herself to go to her own part time job, then there would be rushing to get her youngest son to soccer practice and then picking up her oldest son from football practice, the home to fix dinner, then cleaning up, then finally back to bed to start the cycle all over again. Hiding behind her own closed eyes in the darkness of her bedroom at a quarter to 1 in the morning as sleep slowly washed over her, all Tammy Scroggins could do was put another day in her personal "American Dream" into the books. ____________________________________ On cue, the loud ringing sound of the alarm clock by her head woke Tammy from a very unsettling sleep at 2 minutes till 6. Tossing her covers aside, the still groggy married woman winced mightily as her numb feet hit the carpet. Reaching over and shaking Carl by his shoulder in an attempt to start waking him, Tammy had to bite her tongue to keep from cursing his presense the way she often did when she knew he couldn't hear her. Raising herself up with every ounce of energy in her body, Tammy dragged herself to the bathroom through the still pitch black darkness. Dropping her nightshirt to the floor, Tammy reached over and turned the bathroom light on as she closed the door tight behind her. "MMMAAHHYUCKK," Tammy groaned as she recoiled from the bright light straining her sensitive eyes. Turning on the cold water, Tammy eased up to the bathroom sink in a slow and methodical attempt to start waking herself up. She couldn't even stand to look at herself in the mirror that early in the morning so once her eyes grew comfortable with the illuminance of the light, she would always bend over and roll her flannel panties down her legs. Then she would step out of them akwardly as she reached over to start the shower. "Gonna break my neck one of these days," She told herself. As she waited for the water to heat up, she would always fight the urge to peek at her weathered face in the mirror as the steam started rising around her. With the sizzling moisture beginning to envelope her, Tammy felt slightly more comfortable looking at herself in the mirror, the condensation distorting the actaul image of herself just enough so that she didn't have to see her whole face, aging steadily every morning right in front of her eyes. Looking into the eyes of the exhausted woman staring back at her, Tammy wretched from the sight of the bags under that woman's eyes. She knew that 10 minutes with her make up bag would be enough to conceal the evidence of her discontent, but still having to face the reality of the daily routine she had created for herself struck her rather hard during those private moments alone every morning. Once she was in the shower, Tammy knew that she could start recharging her batteries and could take on the dogged routine of the day. As she stood there at the sink brushing her teeth, pondering what was ahead, she couldn't help but shake her head however from just how many things were waiting for her to do. Spitting out the accumlated frothy toothpaste in her mouth into the sink, Tammy turned and opened the shower curtain, ready to feel the temporary but soothingly luxurious feel of the hot water as it re-invigorated her. ______________________________________ Closing her eyes, letting the furious flow of water saturate her tired body, Tammy felt her malaise slowly breaking. As her hands brushed up and down her body, trying to rub some feeling back into her old bones, Tammy's nerves started to waken as warm water and soap started coating every nuck and cranny of her body. In this most private of moments, Tammy simply stood there naked, allowing the water to relentlessly rush down onto her face and chest as if she was standing bare skin in a thunderstorm. In her self imposed darkness, Tammy savored the feel of the curves of her body with her own hands and thought longingly of just how special it would be if someone else was there to do it for her. Wrapping her arms around herself in a tight, loving embrace, Tammy rocked in place, trying to let the soothing water rinse her worries away. Feeling her long, drenched, platinum blonde hair stick like soft satin to her shoulders and upper arms, Tammy explorations worked their way up her frame until the heavyness of her 34 C breasts were bouncing loosely against her palms. Now at 36, Tammy still hadn't grown to like her body eventhough it was the envy of many of the ladies she shared a PTA or Sunday church meeting with. Being the middle daughter of very distant parents, Tammy never got the proper attention that anyone needs to feel valued in life. It was no surprise then that she married a man that purposefully forced her to the background to run the household and rear the kids. It really hadn't been her idea to get so involved in all the extracurricular activities, but with both sons involved in sports at school and with so many other parents either to lazy or too afraid to chip in and help, Tammy found herself volunteering more and more of her time to her childrens' interests. After 17 years of marriage, Tammy had also found herself back doing parttime work at one of the local grociery stores. She had been a satisfied housewife for the majority of her marriage but with the children growing and the spector of college looming, along with the hushed reality of her husband's gambling debts, Tammy found it necessary to work about 15 extra hours a week to supplement the family's income. In a way, Tammy was rather glad to be back out making some cash and meeting the public, besides she always thought her degree from Gulf Coast Community College was just going to waste, and it also gave her an opportunity for a few hours each day to tune out all the other problems in her life and work on her own identity. As Tammy stood there alone in the shower contemplatimg her lot in life, she suddenly looked down through the steamy haze of the showerstall and realized her nipples had hardened substancially between her tensly squeezing fingers. "OHH..GOODDD... That feels good," Tammy whispered to herself as she tried rebuffing what her body was begging her to do. Although she had occasionally masturbated in the past, never to fully enjoyable results because of her guilt, the way things were now, Tammy just didn't have the time nor the privacy to freely explore her sensual side. Bouncing her heavy tits in her hands, Tammy realized the time was getting away from her and she knew that Carl would be stumbling into the bathroom at any minute. Knowing Carl predication for his wife to be chaste and virtuous excpet for the times he demanded her to be his slut, the last thing she wanted him to catch her doing was pleasing herself in the shower at 6 am. Deciding discression was the better part of valor, Tammy finished rinsing her hair and cut the shower head off. Once out of the shower, while blowdrying her hair, Carl finally opened the door and stumbled in to take his own shower, without a single word or grunt to Tammy as she half blocked his path to the bathtub. "Good morning to you too," Tammy moaned sarcastically to herself as soon as Carl had disappeared behind the curtain and started the the water. ______________________________________ The 9 o'clock hour was one of the few times during the day Tammy could have some peace and quiet to herself. With Carl dressed and off to work and the kids both now on their respective buses on the way to school, Tammy was free to take a half hour or so to digest her breakfast while she channel surfed through the early morning hodgepodge of Regis, Judy Judy, Jenny Jones, and Jerry Springer. Although Tammy detested the long array of white trash that prominaded across the sets of those shows, it did give her a little jolt of pride each time she saw how decrepide thier lives were, making her feel much better about her own situation. As she happened across that day's Jenny Jones show, there was a perfect example to Tammy's theory. The episode of the show was entitled, "Mom and Dad better start chillin'...cuz' I'm in love with that black fillin' " and watching the opening minutes of it made Tammy want to throw her breakfast up. Living in Montgomery, Alabama all her life, Tammy had been effected like any normal person would by the intense racial propaganda heaped upon her from day 1. Although schools had long since been integrated by the time she started her education, there was still a clear dividing line between black and white in her small little corner of the world. The only reality of race mixing that Tammy had to deal with on a daily basis was the unavoidable fact that both her sons, Roger (11) and Brian (15), had quite a few black friends because of thier involvement with school sports. Both her and her husband had strictly forbid both boys from having any kids over to their house without first asking in a clear attempt to keep either of them from bringing any black kids home. Continuing to watch the episode of Jenny Jones with sick fascination, Tammy fumed as white girl after white girl introduced thier 'boyfriends' to thier parents, often with explosive results. As it all unfolded, Tammy counted her blessings that she and Carl wouldn't have to keep themselves up at night worrying about anything like that happening to their family. Looking up at the digital clock on the VCR, Tammy saw that she better get up and wash the breakfast dishes before dressing for work and spending the next four hours holding down register 4 at the local Food Lion. ______________________________________ Tammy's afternoon at the grociery store had gone relativly smoothly. She left work, prepared now to head into the clenched teeth of Montgomery's midday traffic snarl. Headed off first to pick up her youngest son to take him from school to soccer practice, Tammy felt rather optimistic for how the day was turning out as she hummed along to a Trisha Yearwood song on the radio. After weaving her way across town to fetch Roger at the middle school, Tammy proceeded to drop him off at the soccer practice field and gave him a quick peck on the cheek out of the sights of his teammates who would have surely ribbed him unmercifully if they had seen her parental show of affection. Leaving Roger behind, Tammy turned her minivan around and headed to the high school to pick her oldest son, Brian, up after he finished football practice. Rolling into the nearly vacant lot behind the high school where all the parents usually waited to get thier kids after practice, Tammy immediatly noticed something was wrong. The lot was as empty as a ghost town. Then it hit her. In her haste to get breakfast ready that morning, she finally remembered Brian telling her twice not to worry about getting him from football practice, that the coach was having minor surgery or something like that. Tammy sighed to herself, upset at having wasted so much gas to hop across town, especially with how high gas prices had gotten in Central Alabama. With some time to kill before having to pick Roger up at soccer practice and needing something cold to drink, Tammy decided to run home real quick before going to fetch her youngest boy. Slowing her van as she neared the driveway, suddenly the feeling of levity floating inside Tammy Scroggins's heart was replaced by a impending sense of doom. "WHAT IS THIS," Tammy's voice screeched through the quiet Alabama neighborhood, eventhough she had barely swung open her car door. Both boys immediatly stooped shooting at the hoop that was mounted on the Scroggins' garage and turned towards the still running minivan. Not even taking the time to turn the engine off, Tammy got out and stood beside the front door of her vehicle, staring a burning hole through her oldest son and his black friend. Sensing his mother's obvious rage, Brian lowered his head slightly and told his friend that he's be right back. As Brian approached his mother, he could hear his friend begin to bounce the basketball in place in an obvious attempt to kill some time as Brain Scroggins faced the embarrasing nightmare of confronting his Mom. Once Tammy was sure Brian was out of earshot of his black friend, she proceeded to light into him. "Why aren't you at football practice Boy?", Tammy asked through clenched teeth, eventhough deepdown, she knew the answer to her own question. "Mom..I...I told you twice this morning..," came Brian truthful and pained response, feeling nearly sick to his stomach with shame. ".......Coach had surgery this afternoon and he gave us the day off..We're not doing anything wro...." Brian continued before being forcefully interrupted by his mother. "Then why is ....HE.... here!" Tammy spat over the sounds of Brian's friend clanking a shot off the basketball rim 60 feet away, fighting the urge herself to point right at the tall lanky black kid accusingly. "That's Jerome Melsy, Mom..he's just a friend and a teammate. He missed his school bus and since his Mother can't drive I told him he could come over here and hang out until his brother gets off from work at about 5:30 and can come by and get him." Brian answered with all the rational coolness he could muster. "You don't have the authority to do that Brian...Your Dad and I have told you thousands of times..no one comes over without permission first....NO ONE!" Tammy fumed. Brian almost replied, "That's bullshit" but thought better of it as he began to sense the real reason for his Mom's displeasure. It wasn't really about any problem she had with him having Jerome over. She was living in fear of what his Father would do if he came home and saw who Brian's company was. "Alright Mom...point made. I'll ask next time before offering someone a favor when they are stuck in a tight spot, " Brian replied with sarcastic politeness. "You know you never act like this when I have Roland or some of the other guys over." "Well that's..different," Tammy quickly replied eventhough her retort lacked a great deal of conviction. Obviously struggling with inadaquate passion and vocabulary to explain her vauge racial prejudice, Tammy searched for a way to get Jerome off the property before Carl Scroggins returned home from work. "Alright....alright," Tammy hummed to herself as she quietly tried collecting her thoughts. "Brian...your Father will be home in less than an hour and I certainly don't feel like having to listen to him raise all kinds of Hell if he finds...HIM...in his house." "His name is Jerome, Mom," Brian interjected. "It doesn't matter...whatever," Tammy quickly brushed aside her son's comment. "Tell you what, "Tammy continued, "get him to call his brother..here's my cellphone..and tell him that he already has a ride home..he doesn't have to come over here and pick him up. We'll drive ..Jerome.... home before your Father gets back..we need to pick up Roger from practice while we're out anyway, " Tammy groaned frustratingly, her perfect afternoon ruined. Her plan formulated, Tammy watched as Brian carried her cellphone over to Jerome so that he could make his call. Looking up to several of the windows of the houses that bordered her property, Tammy prayed none of her neighbors were up there watching what had just unfolded on the Scroggins's driveway. After loading Brian and Jerome up in the backseat of the minivan, Tammy backed out of the driveway and started on the 15 minute jaunt to Jerome's small house on the outskirts of Montgomery. Every once in a while, Tammy could hear Brian and Jerome make hushed small talk behind her but she could tell they were both feeling awkward embarrassment from the way thier afternoon get-together had been spoiled. Tammy instinctively peeked in the rear view mirror a couple of times to survey the boys' expressions as she drove along and saw that each mainly just sat there brooding, watching the traffic and the scenery whiz by. That's when the initial twinges of guilt started eating away at Tammy, hating like hell that she always had to play the bad guy with these things. Brian was correct back at the house, the boys hadn't done anything wrong and with every rotation of the minivan's tires along the city streets, Tammy began to realize her behavior was more out of her own self preservation with her husband rather than any firm belief in right or wrong that she held. Just as Tammy was about to turn away and refocus her attention on the road in front of her, Jerome's eyes momentarily locked in and caught Tammy looking back at him through the rearview mirror. The moment that they connected visually seemed to last an eternity and Tammy felt her stomach roll with definate uneasiness from the power and purpose of the boy's icy stare. There seemed to be an intangible knowledge in his glare that told Tammy that the young black kid understood some of the stresses she was under. Sitting there in stone silence, his dark piercing eyes burning a hole in her pysche, Tammy could feel herself start to squirm in her seat from the brief but powerful stare. ______________________________________ And Jerome did have some grasp of Tammy's dilemma. He had been raised a a predominatly black part of town and had a mother and grandmother around everyday of his life that lectured him on how far his people had come, as well as how far they still had to go, especially in a place still as touched by hatred and misunderstanding as Central Alabama. Jerome remembered clearly the first time he had been invited by Brian to come over while Brian's folks weren't home. The forebodding spector of the huge Confederate flag hanging in the family's downstairs TV room told Jerome all he needed to know about Mr. and Mrs Scroggins's politics. And as he momentarily locked in Tammy with his accusing eyes, he could clearly sense he was making the petite blonde woman , and mother of one of his best friends, extremly uncomfortable. ____________________________________ "Right here Mom..take the next left...that's Jerome's driveway," Brian said, interrupting Tammy and Jerome's fleeting visual connection. Gently tapping the brake and swinging the steering wheel to her left, Tammy guided the minivan into Jerome's driveway. Trying her best to avoid making any sustained eye contact with any of Jerome's neighbors who were out in thier yards, enjoying the late, midfall, afternoon, she instinctively knew her "Soccer Mom Mobile" stuck out like a sore thumb in the impoverished neighborhood. Tammy nerves tingeld anxiously as she tried to get Jerome out of the vehicle as quickly as possible so she could head back into town and get Roger from soccer practice. Hearing the back door to the minivan swing open, suddenly the appreciative tones of the young black kid registered in Tammy's ears. She couldn't help turning her head backwards to acknowledge Jerome's polite words. "Thank you Ms. Scroggins for going out of your way to get me home....I appreciate it." "You're...you're.....welcome...Jerome," Tammy replied with quiet shock. The wiry 15 year old extended his hand out and slapped palms with Brian as he made his way out the van and headed up to his front door. "See ya tomorrow," Brian said to his friend. Wasting no time, as soon as Jerome was clear from the vehicle, Tammy put the gearshift in reverse and hit the gas. Backing out of the driveway and onto the pot holed lined street, Tammy and Brian drifted up the highway to pick up Roger from practice, neither saying a word as each wallowed in thier own distinct embarrassment. ____________________________________ Around the dinner table that night, the air was as frigid as the Arctic. Tammy could tell Carl had suffered a bad day at work from the way he had immediatly gone to the wine cabinet and poured himself a stiff glass of scotch before he even changed clothes. Tammy had learned the hard way that when her husband started on the hard stuff so soon after work that it was best to just stay out of his way. As the four members of the Scroggins clan sat around the dinner table, everyone ate in silence, the only noises being the clanging of silverware in plates and the sporatic sounds of chewing. Tammy knew exactly why the boys were as silent as lambs. After the debacle hours earlier and the irrational way she handled it, Tammy was sure Brian had probably vented to his little brother before dinner, thus making it a very tense and quiet evening for everyone. Nibbling at her tuna cassarole , Tammy knew deep down she had done the right thing to get Jerome out of their house before Carl had gotten home, especially after seeing the mood he was already in. About the time all four had finished dinner and had started picking at thier plates, the tortured silence of the Scroggins's dining room was shattered by the ringing of the telephone. "Damn telemarketers,'' Carl spat into his napkin as he wiped his mouth. "Just hang up on them," he added, seeing Tammy start to get up to answer it. "Hello, " She answered in a hushed tone. All three men of the family looked up at Tammy as she carried on a brief conversation with whoever was on the other end. "OK..uhhh...yeah..Well..I guess I can..for how long..OK...I will be there ..Bye," Tammy whispered, before hanging up the receiver. "Who was that?" Carl asked gruffly. "Ooohhh..it was work...seems like two girls didn't show up tonight..they wanted to see if I'd come in and work till 9:30 or so," Tammy said solemly. "What did you tell them?" Carl replied as if he was insinuating that she better had said "No". "I told them I would," Tammy replied, waitng for Carl to erupt. Rather than flying off the handle, Carl simply dropped his fork on his plate with a loud thud and shook his head. "We really do need the money..I shouldn't be gone too late...Boys..You think you could handle the dishes while I get changed," Tammy sighed as she gathered up a few things to take into the kitchen before dressing for work. _____________________________________ It felt a little odd rolling the family minivan into the dusky Food Lion parking lot at a few minutes till 7 that night. She had worked a few early evening shifts that Summer when the sun stayed up until almost 9pm, but doing it in mid October, the sun had already disappeared over the Montgomery Skyline. Doing that shift so rarely, it also felt to Tammy as if she was walking into a completly different job because most of the employees working were all foreign to her. After getting her marching orders from the manager on duty and taking her place behind Register # 5, Tammy tried her best to say "hello" to everyone she could so she could learn names. One of the first things Tammy noticed that was different about working on the night shift was that there were about a dozen or so high school students working for a few hours; cashiering, stocking and bagging grocieries. Undoubtably, Tammy thought to herself, one of those young punks not coming in was probably the reason she had to leave her family at home tonight and come in to work. Most of the men and women she worked with during the dayshift had families to support, bills to pay and understood the meaning of an honest days work. Tammy could tell immediatly that several of the young boys and girls working around her tonight had no concept of those ideals, they were simply there to collect some easy money to spend at the mall. Ringing up the steady stream of customers that rippled through her line, Tammy couldn't believe how quickly the time was passing. Looking up at the clock on the wall, she had a hard time believing it was already almost 9. Being the ever faithful mother and wife, Tammy automatically thought about whether or not her sons were doing thier homework and how upset Carl was about having to get up from the loveseat himself to freshen up his own drinks. She had planned on clocking out at 9:30, so taking a deep breath, Tammy tried mustering the energy the survive the last half hour as her predawn awakening started to catch up with her at that late hour. After 9, the flow of customers receeded to nothing more than a trickle. Needing something to do to keep from getting even more drowsy, Tammy grabbed a bottle of windex and a few paper towels and started to spruce up her work area. As Tammy swirled her wet paper towel in quick cirlces along the black treadmill that carried the grociery tems to the register, Tammy couldn't help but notice one of the high school girls on the clock talking to a few young black males near the front door of the store. Tammy recognized the chubby, curly haired brunette named Staci Simmons immediatly. Tammy knew the Simmons family well, at least as well as the gossip grapevine in a town like Montgomery could provide. Tammy harkened back to her high school days and remembered Staci's Mom ,Patrice, well. Tammy, who was in 10th grade at the time, recalled that Patrice had dropped out of school during her Junior year because of her pregnancy with Staci. Patrice had never found it neccassary to go back to school after the birth of her baby and it wasn't long until the young teenage mother started running with the wrong crowd. A mistake that had led her to various stints in the regional jail for narcotics and larceny convictions. Unfortunatly, that was also the environment that Staci had been raised in and as Tammy innocently surveyed Staci talking to the thuggish looking black kids, she naturally assumed the apple didn't fall far from the tree. Tammy did her best to ignore the giddy display between Staci and her friends, but she could tell by the way several of the other employees there rolled thier eyes at Staci's behavior, that this occurance wasn't out of the ordinary. Being the new girl on shift, Tammy didn't feel it her place to say anything to anyone, so she just kept her mouth shut and continued cleaning. A few minutes later, the 40ish, slightly graying lady working the express lane register politely called over to Tammy. "Hey Tammy...if you're not busy..thank you can do me a big favor?" Tammy was sure she remembered the woman's name as Darlene, Darlene Carlsboro. "Sure..what do you need, Darlene?" "My register's getting a little low on ink ribbon and I can't find any extra under here..think you could run back to the storeroom real quick and find me a spool..Hell... bring the whole case if you can and we'll stock up all the registers up here. "I think I can, "Tammy replied with a smile, eventhough she was a little leery because she had never been back there before to find anything. "Any clue where its at Darlene?" "I believe its in the far back corner near all the cleaning supplies..should be in a small cardboard case that says Ajax ink ribbons...1/4 inch I think," Darlene said to Tammy as she rang up another customer. Tammy put down her bottle of windex and dirty paper towels and slipped out from behind her work station. She instinctively bowed her head in disgust as she walked past Staci Simmons and her raucous black friends. Real or imagined, Tammy could fell the heat of their stares as she darted past, making her way to the spacious Food Lion backroom to get the register ribbon for Darlene. ____________________________________ "Where is it...where is it...," Tammy chanted in a hushed mantra as she scanned the jumbled mess of backroom supplies. Pushing boxes back and forth, up and down, Tammy stood on her tippytoes until she finally thought she had found what she was looking for. "Ooopss," Tammy groaned disappointedly, realizing the case of ribbons was 1/8th instead of 1/4th. "Dammitt..they have got to be around here somewhere." Tossing the 1/8th box aside, Tammy hoped that the other boxes of ribbons would be right there close to the other ones. As she reached down into the mass of boxes for the next case, Tammy attention was suddenly grabbed by the sound of the storeroom door opening on the other side of the room. For some inexplicable, instinctual reason, Tammy felt her heart skip a beat and the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. Looking down at the way her hands shook a she tried reaching for the next box, Tammy felt an brief sense of relief wash over her when she recognized the box now in her grasp as the same ribbon she had come back for. Almost as quickly however, her irrational fear returned when she realized that she hadn't heard the store room door re-open and then close, signaling that the person that had just come in was still somewhere in the store room with her. "Don't be so damn stupid Tammy...." She bravely whispered to herself. "It's probably just one of the stock boys coming back to get a mop or a broom or something." Swiveling her head back towards the main area of the storeroom, clutching the case of ink ribbon in her hands tightly, Tammy was not comforted by the realization that a stockboy, or anyone for that matter, was anywhere in sight. As her eyes quickly processed the scene, Tammy started taking a few tentative steps forward, telling herself with each breath to "stop being such a big fraidy-cat," as she headed for the towering maze of extra grocieries and empty boxes that blocked her view to the entrance of the store room. Tammy was sure she could hear the breathing of someone else in the store room, but she tried to convince herself it was just her own nervous breath echoing through the cavernous room. Then she heard something rattle and stir a little over 15 feet in front of her on the other side of the boxes and crates. "Just rats," Tammy told herself, gulping in fear. Then it happened. Tammy recoiled in shock when she saw two tennis shoes shoot out horizontally from behind a pile of cardboard like two Nike clad jack in the boxes. Tammy cowered slightly as she retreated and hid behind several crates about 20 feet from where the two tennis shoes had shot out from. Holding her hand to her chest, trying to calm her heart, Tammy was clueless as to what was blocking her only escape route from the store room. Jumping behind the sturdy cardboard barrier as if she was an infintryman trying to escape a hail of gunfire, Tammy had to lower her hands down to her knees to keep them from shaking together. Holding her breath as she looked on, the only sounds Tammy could hear were the sporatic breaths of one or more people about 20 feet in front of her and the dull, incessant hum of the overhead warehouse fan. "Shit," Tammy murmured, realizing she was now stuck there until either whoever was getting thier rocks off in front of her finished what they were doing or someone else came into the storeroom and broke it up. Seeing the way the tops of the white tennis shoes poked out from the edge of the boxes, Tammy's first inclination was that one of the girls working the nightshift had decided to come to the back room at that late hour to get some personal jollies on company time. As she knelt there, focusing her glaring intent ever deeper on the confused site in front of her, suddenly Tammy was sure she heard two sets of voices breathing heavily. "Ohhhh... fuckin'... Christsakes, "Tammy cursed as the reality of what may be happening smacked her bluntly. Just then, Tammy saw the rear end of someone's ruffled up jeans spring out from the cover of the boxes, showing itself momentarily before piledriving back forward, out of sight. Tammy put her hand up to her mouth, breathless from what she witnessed. When the hips of that person lurched backwards again, Tammy could clearly see that the exposed skin along the guy's waist and hips were as black as chocolate. Her senses fully tuned in, Tammy also could tell that each time those black hips plowed forward, the sounds of the other heaving breath in the store room only moaned out louder. The tennis shoes belonging to that person were also still extended and jerking wildly, as if the possesser of them was being stabbed unmercifully. Tammy watched hypnotically as those spasming feet raised slightly and then dug into the naked hips of the black man pistoning in and out of her from above. Tammy could also see the boxes that were surrounding the area start to shimmer and shake with ever increasing volatility as the breathing of the two participants reached a vicious creshendo. Tammy's 36 year old legs strained horribly as she continued to kneel there hidden. Lowering herself as gently as she could onto the dirty concrete floor, she nervously stood there on her knees watching the brief but intense sexual interlude come to a crashing conclusion. "OHHHHGGGAAAWDDDDDD," "SSSHHIIIITTTT,", """FFFUUUCCCKKINGGGGG.....GGGODDDDAAAMMNNNNNNN," "MMMPPPPHHHHHAAAAAHHHHH," both raspy voices groaned in unmistakably vivid and real sexual release, sighing in a duet of carnal explosion. Her head pounding and her heart racing, Tammy looked on with numb fascination as the girl's tennis shoes shot high into the air as if they were needles on a compass. Continuing to brutally fuck the girl senseless, Tammy could hear the black boy groan mightily as well as his orgasm continued to roar through him. As both of their delirious states gradually subsided, Tammy watched as the girl's feet steadily drifted back to Earth, the power of gravity finally overtaking her physical gratification. A few moments later, the man that was on top of the girl stood back up and into Tammy's clear view. The middle aged married woman's eyes widened graphically as she watched the imposing black teenager fish his still half erect spear into his hand and nonchalantly deposit it back into the unzipped fly of his loose fitting, baggy jeans. Right after that, the girl he was so forcefully fucking stood back up as well and tried balancing herself on her woozy, chubby legs. It was in fact Staci Simmons, the 18 year old daughter of the girl Tammy had once gone to high school with. Both kids quickly checked each other's clothes to make sure they were back on straight and then side by side they headed out of the store room as if nothing had ever happened. Tammy was too numb to initally move, waiting there and counting to 100 in her head instead, before she dared pull herself up and exit the storeroom. Once she was finally able to move, she methodically made her way up the narrow path between the crates and boxes. Tammy couldn't help but steal a glance at the small covey that the two young lovers had foraged out to do their sick, primal deed as she walked by. Pushing the swinging door to the store room open cautiously, Tammy made her way back out into the main area of the Food Lion sales floor, weaving tediously through the isles, trying to avoid making any eye contact with anyone who might have known she was back there. Once she finally reached the front of the store, Tammy politly handed Darlene the box of ribbon that she had set out for 15 minutes earlier. "Take you a while to find it ,Tammy?" Darlene asked sweetly. "Yeah..pretty big mess back there...have a good night Darlene," Tammy replied matter of factly as she headed to the office to clock out so she could finally go home and rest after such a long, mind numbing day. Part 2 coming soon Thanks for Reading 3796 1.13/512345