The Hawks Start Nesting

Jason awoke very, very sore with Otis' arm thrown across his abdomen. Ugh. Otis opened his faded eyes and snorted mirthfully. "Yer prettier n' San," he said to him. Then he slipped a hand over Jason's mouth, pinning him to the bed. "Since that was such a fun lil' love fest, and I'm feelin' generous, I'll let you get outta this with yer skin. You can go home with this pleasant memory and yer nuts intact. Or, I can fillet you like a fish, then kill you, in that order." He licked the lad's jaw.


Sandoz stirred, brow furrowing. Something was wrong...

Sitting up she looked around and saw that Jason was gone. Heart racing she scanned the bed and found Otis sound asleep, his wispy hair partially covering his angular face. Well, he apparently hadn't moved. Easing out of bed she threw on a t shirt and panties and went in search of Jason. She happened to glance outside and discovered her precious Maverick gone.

"WHAT THE LIVIN' FUCK??," she roared.

Mother firefly came running, thinking someone was in danger. "What is it, child?"

"He's gone! And he took my shittin' car!," she bellowed, tears squeezing out of her eyes.

"Now let's just wait a second...maybe he just went on an errand?"

"No he didn't, he just fuckin' took off! YOU!," she snarled at the tall drink of water sidling down the steps rather calmly. "You fuckin ran him off, didn't you? What, did you try to kill him?"

"We both know you ain't fit for each other," he replied coolly.

"You don't know dick! You think you got a lock on my pussy, you self-absorbed gangly-assed piece of shit?!"

"No, but I got the key," he answered, hand sliding to his crotch. The others came behind him, eyes wide. RJ had even come inside from working on vehicles, having heard the ruckus.

"He's got my motherfuckin' car!," she wailed.

"So I'll get you a new one," he said to placate her.

"Fuck you! I love him!," she was bordering hysterical at this point.

"Yeah, but? Yeah! BUT!"

"But...but..."

"Yeah?!"

"But we're not..." she groaned. "We don't match."

Otis crossed his arms triumphantly. "Daddy knows best."

"You fucker, I hate you!," she turned and ran past Rufus, clear outside clad only in her underwear.

Mama eyes Otis harshly. "Well, you better go get her!"

Throwing on a shirt he stalks out the door, Moon scurrying behind him, worried. "Where the hell she gonna go in her skivvies?," he grumbled.

"Wait!," Moon called, hop-skipping along as she tried to put her shorts on. She was pissed at Otis, San, and the whole situation. So much for basking in the afterglow of group sex.

Tears blinding her she ran across the plain, hopelessly forlorn and confused. Fuck Jason and Otis too, the prick! When she settled down a bit she realized that stones were digging into her dainty feet and she wasn't wearing any pants. God what was she doing? Acting like a damn retard, that's what. Well, shit. Better be getting back home, she thought. Wow, I ran pretty far! She was already to the road. Sighing, she turned back. She didn't want Mother or Moon worrying.

That's when an old 1948 Ford pickup came barrelling up the road then screeched to a halt when the driver caught a gander at the willowy redhead limping along.

The grizzled escaped convict smiled a yellowed grin at Sandoz who didn't stop walking but kept on going. He creeped beside her trying to get her attention. "Heyyy red. You look like you need a ride. The name's Harry Reeve, what's yours, sexy?"

She wasn't in the mood for tomfoolery. "Just fuck off. I don't have far to go." She then heard the audible click of a hammer cocking on a gun and slowly turned to see the middle-aged scumbag aiming a pistol at her.

"But I plan on going allll the way," he tells her. "Get inside and let's be nice."

God damn it, unarmed and pantsless and at the mercy of some two-bit jailhouse slime...grumbling, she got inside the vehicle. "There, that's better," he declared, backing the truck behind the brush cover. He was covered in bad prison tattoos and stank of sweat and stale beer. Scooting over toward Sandoz she shrank against the truck door. "Any ol' hoochie mama would do, but boy you are a purty one, heh heh." Gun still trained on her with his free hand ran a meaty paw up her smooth leg and fondled a large round breast. She had to keep from retching as he squirmed closer and ran his hand up her old t-shirt to squeeze her bare breasts.

"Hah!," she barked, bringing her knee up to his nose with a satisfying crunch. Yelling Harry clubbed her with the gun, causing her to see stars. She frantically searched for the door handle behind her to no avail. She struggled with him in the truck cab, the man trying to maneuver his gun to get a shot off on her. "You fucker! Dirtyassed pig!," she screamed at him desperately. She was losing and she knew it, he was big and strong and had the upper hand in this enclosed space.

Round youthful face a bloody pulp from the repeated blows she nevertheless didn't give in but her defense was growing weaker....she heard him unzip his pants, she couldn't see for the blood dripping in her eyes...ah, god is this how it ends?

She could discern her beloved Moon screaming something--was she hallucinating? She wasn't!

*Blam, blam* She was suddenly crushed by Harry's heavy, lifeless body.

Otis pulled his greasy corpse off the woman, who shakily sat up coughing. He'd beat her pretty good from the looks of things and was sorry the pigfucker died so quickly. He'd be sure to use his sorry ass in some of his 'art'. The lanky hillbilly yanked her from the truck cab into the fresh air, wiping at her battered face. "C'mon girl, that's right, come on," he encouraged her, his rough voice surprisingly tender.

"San," called her long-time companion.


"Moon!," she was in her friend's arms in a heartbeat.

It was Moon's well-placed shot that rescued Sandoz from a fate...well, worse than death, but it was Otis' skilled tracking that got them this far. She melted against his narrow chest. "Still can't say it, can you?"

"Ah, fuck you."

"That's all right, then. I know."

"You don't know nuthin," he scoffed, nevertheless hugging her. He was supremely glad for the day's events, for playing the hero was something he never, never, never never never did. For pussy like that, though, well...well now, he didn't mind. Plus he figured she'd forget all about that pretty boy. "Let's get this mess back to th' house."

"Yeah," Sandoz agreed. "I still have a car to reposess."

"You crazy bitch!," Otis shouted.

"I want my Maverick."