Ducky Park
You take in a deep breath and make your way over to her. She is smiling like a gleeful child as her eyes meet yours, and you return the smile warmly.
"Hi," She says to you as you reach her mount.
"Hi," You return; "I'm Ricky."
"Do you think I'm pretty?" she asks you.
Well, you think, there's no beating around the bush with this girl. You nod. "I think you're very pretty," You tell her.
She pushes a strand of hair back behind her ear and grins, blushing a little. As you look over her beautiful features, you can't help but think about that pantyless area straddling the fake horse's back. How you wish you could be the horse right now.
"My name is Shelly," She tells you.
"That's a very nice name," You reply.
"Do you want to see my boobies?" She asks abruptly, catching you more than a little off guard.
"Yeah, sure," You reply, "I would like that very much." Man, that Chris guy didn't know what the hell he was talking about. Only two hours on the job and you're already seeing some action.
You watch in awe as she slowly lifts her shirt up over her head and her perky breasts stare back at you. Wow, you think, This is so awesome.
You feel a tap on your shoulder that pulls you out of your revelry. You turn around in agitation to see a fist flying in at your face.
You hit the ground hard, bouncing off of one of the carved horses on your way down. You struggle to your feet trying to catch your breath while the goddess of a woman cries from atop her mount.
"Leave him alone!" She shouts over and over; "He's my boyfriend!"
Meanwhile a brute of a man pulls you to your feet by the collar of your shirt and hits you again; this time in the stomach. You try to cry out but can't find the breath to do so before another swift and powerful blow connects with your midsection. Then he shoves you to the ground and kicks you in the ribs repeatedly, muttering curses all the while.
"Don't you ever talk to my sister again! You understand me?!" He asks when he ends his assault.
"Okay," You mutter, spitting a tooth out onto the blacktop.
"What kind of a guy tries to see a mentally challenged girls tits anyway? You fucking sicko." He says, spitting on your face before grabbing his sister by the arm and leading her away.
"I love you!" She yells to you over her shoulder as she is dragged away from the scene of carnage.
As you attempt once more to rise and fail again it finally occurs to you that this was the girl Chris had warned you about.
You roll onto your back and stare up at the clear blue sky while your entire body shudders in pain. Clouds roll by lazily overhead, the serenity of the view a complete contrast to the hurt within.
A little girl looks down on you from above, her hand holding tight to her mothers. "Is that the stupid guy from the gate?" She asks her mother.
"Yes," She replies, "He's stupid and perverted."
"What's perverted mean?" The little girl asks.
"It means we don't talk to him," The mother replies curtly; "Come along." The woman pulls the little girls along beside her and they leave you to lie on the floor in anguish.
Eventually security comes and scoops you up off of the ground, dropping you to the sidewalk just outside the gates of Ducky Park. "Don't come back," One of them says; "You don't work here anymore."
You decide not to get up for a while and just lay there on the hard cement questioning your lot in life and whether the glimpse you had of those perfect breasts was worth the beating you received and the loss of your job. After a while you rise to your feet and begin limping along on your long walk home.
When you at last reach your home and enter the house you find your father waiting for you. He doesn't seem pleased at all and already has his belt undone in preparation for your arrival.
"You tried to have sex with a retarded girl?" He asks you with an angry look of disbelief on his face.
"No," You say, "She just showed me her boobs."
The belt comes cracking down on you and you rediscover the pain of your injuries given to you by the girls' brother. They mesh well with the sting of the belt, forming a torturous pain that last for days after the beatings have stopped.
Sometimes you look back on that day and wonder if it was worth the pain to see those breasts. Other times you just think of how awesome it was to see them... Even if the girl was retarded.
"Hi," She says to you as you reach her mount.
"Hi," You return; "I'm Ricky."
"Do you think I'm pretty?" she asks you.
Well, you think, there's no beating around the bush with this girl. You nod. "I think you're very pretty," You tell her.
She pushes a strand of hair back behind her ear and grins, blushing a little. As you look over her beautiful features, you can't help but think about that pantyless area straddling the fake horse's back. How you wish you could be the horse right now.
"My name is Shelly," She tells you.
"That's a very nice name," You reply.
"Do you want to see my boobies?" She asks abruptly, catching you more than a little off guard.
"Yeah, sure," You reply, "I would like that very much." Man, that Chris guy didn't know what the hell he was talking about. Only two hours on the job and you're already seeing some action.
You watch in awe as she slowly lifts her shirt up over her head and her perky breasts stare back at you. Wow, you think, This is so awesome.
You feel a tap on your shoulder that pulls you out of your revelry. You turn around in agitation to see a fist flying in at your face.
You hit the ground hard, bouncing off of one of the carved horses on your way down. You struggle to your feet trying to catch your breath while the goddess of a woman cries from atop her mount.
"Leave him alone!" She shouts over and over; "He's my boyfriend!"
Meanwhile a brute of a man pulls you to your feet by the collar of your shirt and hits you again; this time in the stomach. You try to cry out but can't find the breath to do so before another swift and powerful blow connects with your midsection. Then he shoves you to the ground and kicks you in the ribs repeatedly, muttering curses all the while.
"Don't you ever talk to my sister again! You understand me?!" He asks when he ends his assault.
"Okay," You mutter, spitting a tooth out onto the blacktop.
"What kind of a guy tries to see a mentally challenged girls tits anyway? You fucking sicko." He says, spitting on your face before grabbing his sister by the arm and leading her away.
"I love you!" She yells to you over her shoulder as she is dragged away from the scene of carnage.
As you attempt once more to rise and fail again it finally occurs to you that this was the girl Chris had warned you about.
You roll onto your back and stare up at the clear blue sky while your entire body shudders in pain. Clouds roll by lazily overhead, the serenity of the view a complete contrast to the hurt within.
A little girl looks down on you from above, her hand holding tight to her mothers. "Is that the stupid guy from the gate?" She asks her mother.
"Yes," She replies, "He's stupid and perverted."
"What's perverted mean?" The little girl asks.
"It means we don't talk to him," The mother replies curtly; "Come along." The woman pulls the little girls along beside her and they leave you to lie on the floor in anguish.
Eventually security comes and scoops you up off of the ground, dropping you to the sidewalk just outside the gates of Ducky Park. "Don't come back," One of them says; "You don't work here anymore."
You decide not to get up for a while and just lay there on the hard cement questioning your lot in life and whether the glimpse you had of those perfect breasts was worth the beating you received and the loss of your job. After a while you rise to your feet and begin limping along on your long walk home.
When you at last reach your home and enter the house you find your father waiting for you. He doesn't seem pleased at all and already has his belt undone in preparation for your arrival.
"You tried to have sex with a retarded girl?" He asks you with an angry look of disbelief on his face.
"No," You say, "She just showed me her boobs."
The belt comes cracking down on you and you rediscover the pain of your injuries given to you by the girls' brother. They mesh well with the sting of the belt, forming a torturous pain that last for days after the beatings have stopped.
Sometimes you look back on that day and wonder if it was worth the pain to see those breasts. Other times you just think of how awesome it was to see them... Even if the girl was retarded.
