Unusual Business

Chapter 1

“Ohhh, noooo,” Illysette moaned with her heart hammering as she reread the letter. “No no no no no,” she whined in a small voice. That was replaced soon enough with “God damn it!” and as many other cusswords as she could string together in a much firmer tone of voice.

She picked things off of the table in the sunny country kitchen to throw. She growled and snarled and tore napkins to fluttering bits after deciding not to start flinging shit. Lys wasn’t at all sure she’d be able to stop once she began to get her mad out. She sat down again, smoothing the crushed and wrinkled paper on the table and read it one more time before laying her head on her arms and sobbing her heart out.

It was Trouble that stopped all that ‘feelin’ sorry for myself’ business. The leggy pit/dobie mix whined at her side, poking her cold wet snoot against Lysette’s bare leg. Biology was the bane of her high school existence, but Lysette had gotten a little out of the baffling and sometimes icky class. Lessons about Pavlov’s behavioral canine experiments peeked through when she automatically reached out to scratch the worried dog’s neck.

She gave a short bark of laughter and smiled down at the hound. Lys blotted her damp eyes with some of the largest paper napkin remnants littering the table. Trouble’s liquid looking peepers stared up at her and her tail was doing that tentative swishing thing that indicated, “Your dogosaurus is confused as hell, hooman.” It began wagging faster when Trouble had Lys’s full attention.

Proving that high school was not entirely a waste of time, despite the evidence crumpled and wrinkled in front of her, she scratched under her pup’s neck and warned, “Beware. When you train your dog, your dog also trains you.” Lysette didn’t know if Pavlov and Nietzsche were contemporaries or not, but Trouble didn’t seem to care. The sleek critter pushed back against Lys and chuffed happily as she wriggled around trying to get her two-legger to scratch all her favorite spots.

******

“Yeppers, Lyric. Ohhhmigod how this sucks bunnies. I am never gonna get out of Auldburg friggin’ Indiana!”

She was laying on the roof of the carport. It was an easy climb from her bedroom window and her favorite tanning -or what have you – spot. The blue rubbery yoga mat kept the gritty stuff from the shingles off of her baking body. Lysette stretched her smooth browned legs toward the sun and wiggled her narrow toes as she told her friend about the rejection letter from the last of the four universities she had hoped she might attend. How the hell could she get herself out of sleepy, rural, gossipy as Mayberry, Auldburg, Indiana Population 1,519? (As the bright green rectangular Information signs at every road leading into the ‘Village of the Damned’ pronounced.) What’s a girl gotta do? Fucking voodoo!? Hard on the southern border of the State, if it wasn’t the Hazzard County of Duke’s fame, Lysette was sure as hell you could see it from here.

Lyric was not as discombobulated as her friend with the news. “So? You do the Community College bit and then transfer later on. Wait, girlfriend. Don’t bark at me. I get it, you want to shake the dust of our idyllic little Paradise off your cute tootsies. I get it.” She tried to mollify her with her unfailing ‘cup half full’ outlook on the lives of pretty teenaged girls. “Illysette, it’s not a disaster. Auldburg doesn’t have a Community College, goof. You can go to Parker CC, get your ducks in a row and transfer. At least you’ll be out of here a little bit. New environment, new experiences – new guys, Illysette!

If that didn’t necessarily improve her mood, it at least got her attention moving in a different direction.

“Yeah, and you’ll be right there to scoop up the cast-offs, right?” She grinned at Lyric’s happy response.

“Well, yeahhhh.”

Lysette teased her some more and got teased back for her efforts. They ended the call and she rolled onto her tummy to sun her pretty tail for a few minutes. Her folks would be home shortly and she really didn’t need them to find their sizzling teenaged daughter, stark naked on the roof in front of God and everybody. Dad might or might not be too mad. There were some confuzzled vibrations between them lately but Momaroo would go off. She was bent over the window, feeding the now rolled up mat, her phone and a bottle of Coke through it before stepping through with one long leg.

******

“Omifuckingod, Garfish! Come see!”

Garland Fischman came over to where his sorta friend Jeff was playing with his new birthday present. He fucking hated the Garfish tag and the diminutive Gar was just as bad. What the Hell were his parents thinking? Despite bruises and the occasional bloody nose or lip, he conceded eventually. The thing was, there was no better alternative! What could he demand of the kids that lived to torment his ass? “Call me fucking Fish? Fish man!?” Garland figured most days that God Himself had set him up for failure.

“What’s got your panties in a wad?” He looked at the screen displaying the drone’s camera take.

“Dude. What panties?” Jeff breathed with some awe in his voice.

They watched Lysette, every tasty inch of her hard body exposed, as she sunned on the roof. When her long, long legs stretched up to the sun, parted just enough to make them wish she’d spread’em further, cute feet wiggling as she talked on the phone, things got tense.

“Can you move it so we can see her puss? Holy shit! This bitch is sooo fucking hot.”

“I’m trying, dude. I don’t want her to hear the damn thing and chase her off.” Jeff played the controls and the view slewed as he flew around Lysette trying to get a better angle. The boys groaned together when she hung up and rolled onto her tummy.

“What a nutcrackin’ butt. Fuck me to tears.”

Garland was glad he was standing behind Jeff as he reached down to massage his stiffening pecker. Lysette must have been magnetic because he could not take his eyes off of her tight round tail and skinny hips and those fucking amazing legs. Jeff’s bird was in a pretty good place as the dark-haired slut got to her knees before gathering up her stuff. Her ass was spotlighted in the waning afternoon sunshine. The spy copter had a bird’s eye view of the tiny, wrinkled hole between her butt cheeks and her almost spreading pussy lips. He had to stop rubbing his doo-dads. Garland had already sprung a bit of a leak from his randomly pulsing peter.

Their concern about Lysette going in came true as the guys ended up watching her roll the mat and then put her stuff through the window. The last glimpse of her delightful naked heinie disappearing into her house made them sigh with disappointment.

******

“Hi, Daddy!” she squeaked as he leaned over her shoulder while she was making dinner. She leaned back and smooched his whiskery cheek. “You startled me. Get cleaned up, we can eat as soon as Mom gets home.”

She looked down at Trouble where she waited for treats or stray bits that fell onto the floor. Lysette growled, “You let someone sneak up on me! Worthless hound.” It didn’t change Trouble’s teeth baring grin or still her frisky tail even a little bit.

“Smells good, kiddo,” Jack said.

He began to unbutton the sweat stained chambray shirt. It was hot in the house. It always was in the sunny months. Usually a bit cooler than outdoors but not much. He stood in front of the small oscillating fan on the counter, fanning the open shirt in the slight breeze that cooled the sweat on his chest. The fan didn’t do much to cool the kitchen but did spread the delicious smell of the deer sausage and broccoli florettes concoction Lys was cooking up. He watched her cook for awhile.

Thank God for Summer. Even Charli, who had become much more modest at the ripe old age of 38, tended to wear quite a bit less around the house when it got warm. The only A/C was a unit that stuck out like a house wart from their bedroom window. He had offered to put one in Lys’s room, but she had declined.

Lysette was wearing the bottoms of a swimsuit that looked like zebra patterned short shorts and a tummy baring cropped T. She had one knee cocked with that foot lightly standing on the other as she cooked. A fair bit of her tanned heinie showed beneath the swimwear. The swaying of her boobs under the t-shirt as she stirred, like a couple of puppies wrestling under a blanket, held his interest for a few seconds. When the hell did Lysette get so hot?? He blinked and shook his head then walked toward the stairs and the shower.

Trouble yipped and exploded into action. She pushed her blocky noggin through the doggie door and with a happy bark galloped across the yard to meet Mom. Trouble found out she could brute force the gate by the carport a few months ago. She launched herself when still a couple of feet away and hit the gate broadside. There was a happy yip as she headed for the driveway.

Lysette glanced out the window and waved to Mrs.Crutchfeld who always gave Mom a ride home. The older lady was waiting for it and waved back. Mom fended off the happy dog and had to get a fistful of Trouble’s collar to keep her off her only ride back and forth from work.

Liz didn’t make that any easier as she cooed sweet doggie endearments to the frantic animal. Trouble was halfway into the seat Charli had just vacated. The shivering critter’s tongue lapped every bit of the woman she could reach. Charli dragged and heaved against the monster and eventually she and the dog snuffling her hand for treats watched Liz drive away with a toot of the horn. Trouble answered with a sharp bark of her own.

Lysette took a deep breath and went back to dinner. “Please, God.” She prayed in silence for a good day and a hard limit on drama.

Charli, with Trouble cavorting like the puppy she no longer was, came through the kitchen door and glanced at her too-damned-good-looking and brazen daughter. She rolled her eyes at the expansive display of tanned, toned, teen behind the girl’s back.

Lysette was just turning to greet her mother and caught some of that. It made her twitch.

“Hi, Mommy! Dad’s showering, I’m cooking and Trouble is being a pest. How was your day?”

Charli grinned at her too appealing by half daughter. Ok, the girl was scary. Lys was her girl though. She crossed one arm under her breasts, rested the elbow of the other on it and tapped her chin with red nailed fingertips. With her best Game Show Hostess voice she answered, “And the survey says…?” That earned her a giggle and a quick smile over Lys’s shoulder.

“Just another day at the salt mines, Honey. Slaving hellishly so that others might prosper.” The bitterness was pretty well disguised by her playful tone.