edgy, and I thought I’d heard his stomach make a questionable noise as he was talking.
“Yeah. Of course. I mean, trees are everywhere. Not like they’re special,” I agreed quickly, hoping I hadn’t just sent him into pissy mode. Pissy mode always came before angry mode, which was directly followed by beat the shit out of Valerie mode.
He pulled me to him, giving my cheek a rough kiss. “These sandwiches are pretty good, Val. Think them women at the church are whippin’ you right into shape.” It was the closest that Randall had come in a very long time to saying something sweet to me.
He hated the mountains and the woods, but my suggestion of making him a picnic dinner and serving it to him like he was a god or some equivalent had put him in an excellent mood.
His ego. His ego was always the best bet. The times when Randall felt worshipped were the only times I knew I stood a chance of receiving any bit of kindness from him.
That was fine. Whatever it took to throw him off.
Murphy had sat himself in the grass in front of the picnic blanket and was absently pulling at the blades. Ever since Randall and that one godawful slap, Murphy kept his distance a bit. This scared me, because once Randall realized Murphy was wary of him it would only serve to incite Randall’s rage. And I had no way of guaranteeing that he would take it out on me and not my little boy. It was new territory that I did not want to become familiar with.
I refused to.
Randall pushed me down on the blanket and instantly had a hand up my shirt, squeezing “his girls” as he called them. The diet he kept me on made “his girls” close to non-existent, but for whatever reason, he seemed okay with that. I knew it had to be just another aspect of his incessant need for control.
“Randall... This is a public park... Murphy’s right there...” I could tell by the rod he was pressing against my thigh that he wanted more than a little cop and feel.
“Ain’t nobody up here, and Murphy ain’t payin’ no attention. Thought that was why you brought us this high, Val. Isn’t today my special day? Don’t you have a gift for me?” He unzipped his pants and put my hand on his swollen cock.
Dread and disgust were filling me, but I made damn sure to keep my expression pleasant. It could only be a matter of time now before his stomach started dictating his actions.
I started tugging, part of me wishing I could just die, and pumping – making sure to do it just the way he liked. This would all be over soon.
“No, no, little girl.” He grabbed my hand firmly and removed it. “Get yer face down there. Let’s make this a real special day.” His eyes had that glazed over, lusty hunger in them.
“But Murphy will notice that for sure, Ran –”
“Put the blanket over your head. No more backtalk, Val. Suck it – and do it good. I want you to convince me that you enjoy it. If you don’t, I’ll convince you that ya should have.” He gave me a wide smile that made me shudder, the shoved my head toward its designated destination.
That was the moment that audible gurgling ripped through his stomach. His body tensed, and his dick was almost immediately shrinking.
Another stomach roll – this one sounding mildly like a cartoon monster. Randall pushed my head away with one hand and zipped his pants up with the other.
“I gotta shit, Val. We passed an outhouse not too far back, didn’t we?” Randall was holding his mid-section with both hands now.
“Yeah.” I nodded innocently. “Are you okay?”
“Fuckin’ stomach. I’ll be right back. We’ll pick up right where we left off.” He winked at me and then began to half-walk half-jog up to the trail, following it in the direction we had come from.
My adrenaline rush was ringing in my ears.
It was go time.
I counted out a full sixty seconds before throwing my purse across my body and picking Murphy up – fully interrupting his grass picking project.
“C'mon bud. We’re going for a special little jog.” I pulled his tiny body into my arms. Just a little further up the trail and then we’d veer into the woods and disappear entirely. All we had to do was quietly slip away.
And run. Run like death was behind us.
Because it was.
Tennessee