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Skip Mahoney knew what he’d done was stupid. He never should have slept with that women just because she’d called him a fag. He thought back on that night, ashamed.

“Come on, let’s fuck, what are ya? A faggot or somet’in? Any straight guy’d love to have this.” The scrawny red haired girl grinned as Skip was about to leave her trailer and head back to his own.
“Alice, I’m just not ready…I don’t think either of us can deal with the consequences right now.” Skip gulped, looking away.
“You’s just a pussy ass little fag boy.” Alice sneered, ready to slam the door in his face.
“Fine.” Skip sighed, taking off his t-shirt revealing a toned muscular body, which along with his messy blonde hair and boyish blue eyes had made him the captain of the senior class’s football team and made him a very popular boy at school. Taking off his belt as well, coming back into the trailer. He didn’t want to be with this obnoxious girl, but he despised the idea of possibly being gay, so he agreed to it very reluctantly. “But we’re both going to regret this in the morning, I don’t have a condom.”
“I got pleny…” Alice said, going to her drawer and pulling out one that looked like it’d been used previously. Skip shuddered in abject terror at the sight of the used condom this girl was planning on using. This couldn’t possibly be good.

Now Skip was fairly certain Alice knew what consequences he’d been talking about because there was a screaming baby in one of the trucks. Skip opened the rusted door of the old broken down Chevy pick-up and grabbed the thin blanket in his strong arms, looking inside. He gasped in horror at the ugly thing inside the blanket. He stared with his mouth wide open. It looked like a little demon was resting in the cloth , with bumps above his eyes, an overlarge chin and puffed cheeks. He was oversized for a baby and his hands were lumpy as they waved and flailed helplessly, reaching for Skip, who had half a mind to leave it there and let it starve, but against all his better judgment, he took the baby and brought it into his trailer in the junkyard where he worked with his late father.

“I guess I’ll name you Horace. It’s the first name that popped into my head. Horace Mahoney.” He rolled his eyes, carrying the baby over his shoulder and plopping it down on a chair. “There we go. Now…What do babies eat…” He would have liked to ask his parents, but they’d passed on recently. “Fuck, this isn’t going to work….” And this was how poor Horace Mahoney’s life began, unwanted and deformed. His father kept him locked up in the junk yard, he wasn’t allowed in the school because his father did not want to know he’d spawned such an ugly little monster with a girl he’d spent just one night with.