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Becky knew Eli ha taken another wife leaving her alone on the sprawling farm, Eli Jr. doing most of the chores, selling **** at the crossroads & trying to **** his sister, Becky Junior, who was too young & clueless for him to get very far & she loathed the aroma of **** Eli's youngest Joshua already evincing signs of effeminacy, Becky attributing it to Eli's long absences; she'd conjured in her head her wayward spouse drinking & reveling with naked women, rock star groupies and movie strumpets; having flown over to see for herself, she knew she was right.   Hearing Eli had married again brought an inexplicable sense of relief, & taking up her needle work, Becky sat in the porch rocker waiting for her two oldest to show up for supper. Becky Junior stuck doing Eli's chores while he ***** little Emma from the next farm over; I'll not be gettin' ina heaven, Eli Simple! the girl scolded. Eli Jr, grinned, 'English Heaven,' he said, 'That's where my father is.' the girl's face paled & her pink mouth swung open, "That rightly be hell! I seen the little lit-up boxes they all be talking to now. Some's got wires comin' right out they head, like men from Mars..." Emma was talking while Junior rolled a blunt with a corn husk. Men from Mars & little boxes - u've got some imagination, missy, he said, blowing the smoke at her; coming beside him, they lit up the barn with the pungent odor of Jr.'s Homegrown. It's them English, She railed, Turnin' theyselves into robots! Shut up, he said at last, My dad throws paint on canvas & he's good at it too, so I don't need... feeling the vibration in his pocket, he knew he to take the call. Here, smoke. I've gotta go take a *** He went out & Emma lay back smoking contentedly, giving herself the chills with thoughts of evil English robots all connected by wires. Figuring she'd keep, Junior went down to the crossroad & didn't get back until after sundown. Emma was gone, but left a note scrawled on notebook paper: 'I went home to supper emma'. Feeling peckish himself, he picked up the fat roach she'd left & lit it with a kitchen match, smoking as he walked.
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Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 2:16 AM UTC
johnny-noiπ
|| Eli Jr.: Amish Stoner | |
Becky knew Eli ha taken another wife leaving her alone on the sprawling farm, Eli Jr. doing most of the chores, selling **** at the crossroads & trying to **** his sister, Becky Junior, who was too young & clueless for him to get very far & she loathed the aroma of **** Eli's youngest Joshua already evincing signs of effeminacy, Becky attributing it to Eli's long absences; she'd conjured in her head her wayward spouse drinking & reveling with naked women, rock star groupies and movie strumpets; having flown over to see for herself, she knew she was right.   Hearing Eli had married again brought an inexplicable sense of relief, & taking up her needle work, Becky sat in the porch rocker waiting for her two oldest to show up for supper. Becky Junior stuck doing Eli's chores while he ***** little Emma from the next farm over; I'll not be gettin' ina heaven, Eli Simple! the girl scolded. Eli Jr, grinned, 'English Heaven,' he said, 'That's where my father is.' the girl's face paled & her pink mouth swung open, "That rightly be hell! I seen the little lit-up boxes they all be talking to now. Some's got wires comin' right out they head, like men from Mars..." Emma was talking while Junior rolled a blunt with a corn husk. Men from Mars & little boxes - u've got some imagination, missy, he said, blowing the smoke at her; coming beside him, they lit up the barn with the pungent odor of Jr.'s Homegrown. It's them English, She railed, Turnin' theyselves into robots! Shut up, he said at last, My dad throws paint on canvas & he's good at it too, so I don't need... feeling the vibration in his pocket, he knew he to take the call. Here, smoke. I've gotta go take a *** He went out & Emma lay back smoking contentedly, giving herself the chills with thoughts of evil English robots all connected by wires. Figuring she'd keep, Junior went down to the crossroad & didn't get back until after sundown. Emma was gone, but left a note scrawled on notebook paper: 'I went home to supper emma'. Feeling peckish himself, he picked up the fat roach she'd left & lit it with a kitchen match, smoking as he walked.
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