Hope Springs Eternal
Chapter 8
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Chapter: Eight
Dave Combs was at the emergency
exit in the back of Producer’s Products Warehouse. He planned to slip outside
for a smoke break. He glanced all around; making sure no one was in sight. Then
he turned back to the door and pulled a little jumper wire from his pocket.
Dave opened a metal panel cover and proceeded to jumper out the circuit that activated
an alarm if the door was opened. He was closing the panel cover, when a loud
voice coming from very close by, nearly made him jump out of his skin. “Hey,
what the fuck are you doing there?”
Dave spun around. Standing
directly behind him was a tall skinny dude. He appeared to be a little younger
than Dave. He wore thick glasses that made his eyes
look as big as saucers. He had thick bushy hair that was sticking out in all
directions. Dave thought he had sort of a wild look about him. He seemed to be
charged up with nervous energy, almost as if he was on drugs. Dave was pissed
about this dude sneaking up on him and he retorted,
“What the fuck is it to you?”
“You could be some Arab
terrorist trying to fucking sabotage the place. If I turned you in, I might get
a reward and be on TV.”
Dave said sarcastically,
“Fuck man, I give up. You’re too smart for me. I was just getting ready to
sneak my weapons of mass destruction in through the back door.”
The tall skinny dude smiled
and said, “Seriously man, what the fuck are you up to? Are you meeting some
chick back here? I’ve seen a couple of cute ones running around the place. If
you’re going to get some pussy, I’d like to watch. I’ll keep quiet man. The
bitch will never know I’m around.”
“Sorry to disappoint you. I
was just going out to burn one.”
“That’s cool. I could go for
a smoke too. I’m Ted Weston. I just started working here.”
“I’m Dave Combs. Let’s get
going. That asshole foreman will be looking for us if we don’t hurry up.”
When they were outside, Ted
asked, “How long have you been working here?”
“Too fucking long, the place
sucks.”
“Yeah, I figured that. I
won’t be here long. I’m studying to be a doctor, but I need a little cash to
tide me over for a while. I can’t get the bitch I’m living with to get out and
find a job. I’m an apprentice minister too. With that and working here now, I
won’t have much time to study.”
Dave concluded that Ted was a
nut case, but he was interesting. Dave decided to play along and he asked,
“What kind of doctor are you going to be? No wait, let me guess. You’re going
to be a brain surgeon.”
Apparently
completely serious tone, “No way man! I’m going to be an OBGYN. Just think of
it, being paid the big bucks to check out pussys and tits every day. It doesn’t
get any better than that!”
Dave thought Ted might be
crazy, but what he just said made sense. Then he asked, “What’s this deal with
being a minister?”
“There’s this Reverend Staten
Perry and he came up with a religion that’s called The True Believers. I help
him. I’m the youth group leader and sometimes I give a sermon at a meeting. I’m
not paid anything yet, but it’s a good way to get pussy. There are plenty of
young chicks in The True Believers and if they don’t pay attention in my youth
class, I spank their cute little butts. I like that too. I’m trying to get
Reverend Perry to let me use my medical equipment to do exorcisms. I’m sure
some of these chicks are possessed. I think their lower tracts need to be
flushed out.”
The talk of young chicks and
getting pussy had Dave very interested. He suspected most of what Ted told him
was bullshit, but then, there just might be some truth in it. He decided to
pursue the subject. He said, “Tell me more about these True Believers. I might
want to join up.”
Late Saturday morning Hope
was sitting on the front steps of the little house on
spent that first evening with Staten Perry. Hope was already thoroughly sick of
hearing about him and The True Believers. Hope supposed that she could be overreacting.
However, the things her aunt told her about this group made her suspect that it
might be some sort of a religious cult. Normally, Aunt Joanne was very level
headed and Hope was surprised that she was being taken in so easily. She was
almost certain that Staten Perry was fucking her aunt. Hope figured, from the
way her aunt was acting, he must be damned good. She didn’t blame her aunt for
wanting the sex. She was just worried about what else might develop. Aunt
Joanne was already pushing her to attend the True Believers services. Thus far,
Hope had managed to put her off. Then this morning, she hinted that Hope should
join their youth group. When Hope said that she wasn’t interested, she could
tell that her aunt was upset. She’d said, “I don’t understand you Hope. When we
were moving around, you never had the chance to make friends and now, when I
want to give you the chance, you turn it down. It’s not as if you have anything
else to do.”
Hope knew that last dig was
in reference to the fact that she still hadn’t managed to find a job. As for
making friends, that was a very different story. Hope had met a boy at
Bentlyville High, who she liked very much. His name was Matt Peterson. He was
in Hope’s English Literature class. Matt was different from most of the boys at
school. He was quiet and always had a serious expression on his face. Hope
never recalled seeing him smile, until the day he stopped her after class to
compliment her on an essay she’d written. After they’d talked for a short
while, they discovered they had a lot in common. Matt asked Hope if she’d meet
him at lunchtime. When she agreed, for the very first time, she saw Matt smile
and it was a very nice smile.
During her next class, Hope
had difficulty concentrating. She was thinking about Matt. He wasn’t especially
good looking. He was just a little taller than Hope and very thin. He had brown
hair and big brown eyes. His lips were full and he had sort of a pug nose. His
complexion was a bit ruddy and there were some zits here and there. Matt
certainly wasn’t a teen heartthrob, but Hope was impressed anyway. She liked
Matt’s personality, he seemed genuinely nice and she detected a high level of
intelligence in his steady gaze and serious manner. Hope suspected he was shy
around girls, but she thought that he would be a very interesting person, if
you took the time to get to know him.
Hope and Matt got together at
lunch for the rest of the week. Then on Friday, he asked her out. They were
going over to the Atlas Cinema together this evening. Matt had a car and he was
coming over to pick Hope up around
Hope didn’t tell her aunt anything about Matt. She knew her aunt had plans to
go to the True Believers service this evening and if things held true to form,
she’d probably be spending time with Staten Perry after the service. Hope
expected that she wouldn’t be home until very late.
Ted Weston was telling
something with your hair. We’re going out this evening.”
“What’s the big deal Ted?
It’s just a True Believers meeting.”
“I’m skipping that tonight.
There’s a guy Dave, I met at work. He invited us over
to his place this evening. While we drink beer and shoot the shit, you can
visit with his wife and help take care of the rug rats.”
“Oh, that’s just wonderful! I
can hardly wait to start having fun.”
Ted ignored
“I don’t know Ted. Let me
think. Duh, I guess he lives in Bentlyville.”
“You better watch your smart
mouth
“No shit! That is a
coincidence. We haven’t been over there in a hell of a long time.”
“In the little gray house on
Third Street Dave Combs was saying, “Get this dump straightened up
having company tonight.”
“Who is it?”
“A guy that just started
working with me. He’s nutty, but at least he’s entertaining. That’s a hell of a
lot more than I can say for you. He bringing the chick he lives with. You can
visit with her. Get this. She’s his cousin. I guess he’s been fucking her since
they were just kids.”
Tracy and Ted showed up at
Dave’s around
looking at all. That fucking skinny geek is one lucky son of a bitch. Dave
ushered Ted and Tracy into the living room and made introductions.
When Ted saw
preggers. I always wanted to fuck a pregnant chick. They’re hot for it all the
time. She isn’t too bad and her tits are huge. I’d love to get my hands on
them. I’ll bet her nipples are big too. I’d love to play with those titties.
That Dave is one lucky son of a bitch.
Two hours later the kids were
in bed. Tracy and Sandy were visiting in the living room. Dave and Ted were
sitting in the kitchen drinking beer. Dave asked, “So how many chicks in that
True Believers have you fucked?”
“Oh, I don’t know; a few.
I’ve spanked a lot of them on their bare little asses. I think some of them act
up on purpose just so I’ll spank them. Even the real young ones like that. You
might not believe this; some of those ten or twelve-year-olds have sexy little
butts. Look Dave, I have an idea. Why don’t we swap; you can fuck
Dave liked the idea. He said,
“It would be OK with me.” Then he asked, pointing in the direction of the
living room, “What about them?”
“
sweet-talk her a little bit. You call
in and sit with