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    O.K.  The truth is, I'm fourteen and my mother's twenty-seven.
And her mother's in her early forties, but she won't admit it.

    And yes, it's all true, what you hear about teenage mothers.
We're all tramps.  Whores.  Pussies.  I don't know if that's spelled rite.
I never went to school.  Except to get fucked.  I learned that early.
First grade.  What it meant to get fucked.  H ell, I got an A plus in
that.  I was the star pupil.  Teacher's pet.  Just like my mom.  She was
real smart.  She could do it so many ways they gave her a master's degree.
Went to college on a full scholarship.  Now she's doing research for her
doctorate .  She never went to school either.  Just like my grandmother.
We're all illiterate.  Can't spell worth a dam.  Or is it damn?  I can
never remember.

    Anyway, I'm just a kid.  I learned about computers the hard way.
By poking around and hooking things up, and seeing what happened.  You
know, like the way you hook a suspender to the top of your stocking and
everyone looks.  Like my mother would sometim es when she's out in a
restaurant.  She has nice legs.  Long and well shaped.  She likes to work
out.  Some people think I look like her.  Well, we both have long red hair
and green eyes.  And we're both about five foot seven in high heels.  And
we both h ave... well, I'm 39 D and she's a forty-two double E.  But
that's about the only difference.  But you'd be surprised what a
difference three inches makes.  Especially if you have it instead of not.
Having it.  Especially if you're a man.  Well, I wouldn' t know.  I'm not.
But to some men it seems to make a big difference.

    The other thing is we're all abused.  That's the other thing you
hear about teenager mothers.  How we've all been abused by our parents and
teachers and scout leaders, so to get back at society and feel that we
have something of our own, we get pregnant and have kids to take it out
on.  I have a month to go.  With this one.  Laurie, my oldest, is two.
She's at her grandmother's.  Tracy.  She doesn't like me to call her
"mom." I have to use her first name.  She pretends Laurie is her mother's.
Well, Co lette could pass for twenty five.  She's supposed to be Tracy's
younger sister.  Who got pregnant while she was in college and had to drop
out.  She was studying computer science.  She taught me all I know.
That's where I learned to program.  It's sort o f complicated.

    That's how I got hired by Micro Soft.  Not that one.  The
boutique.  To keep track of its softwear.  Modeling it.  Putting it on.
And taking it off.  What a way to make a living.  Men watched.  I felt a
little funny.  In fact, I felt rather ashamed.  Ha ving them stare at me
like that.  But my mother said that was what they always did, and I
shouldn't worry.  Some day I might even get to like it.  I also showed off
their underwear.  This was even worse.  I practically had to undress in
front of them.  I felt like a cheap whore.  My mother said I was a cheap
whore.  So shut up and get dressed.  I pulled on a tight skirt and a red
blouse two sizes too small.  I could hardly get it buttoned.  I felt like
a sausage.  My mother dropped me off on the corner of Schuster and
Demeroid in Jersey City.  I had a quota.  I didn't think I would make it.
I think that's how I got pregnant.

    My grandmother could see I had a natural talent for computers.
She ran a phone bank.  You know, you sit at a phone and someone calls.  It
can be a man or a woman.  And you start to talk.  Hi.  How's it going?
The aim is to keep them on the phone.  To s ee how far you can get with
them.  You know, like run up a bill?  So you say, would you like to stick
your dick in my mouth?  If it's a man.  And he says, "Well, I dunno, what
do you think?" or something like that.  Or, "Yes.  That might be an option
for us to consider," and then you go over all the possibilities, and at
the end you say, "Thank you, Mr. President," or "Gingrich," or whatever.
And hang up.  And that's phone banking.  The goal is to get the biggest
dick in your bank.  And the girl who wins , get's a free trip.  They told
me.  But my grandmother told me never to win.  Why?  You don't want to
know.  But why?  I'm telling you, you don't want to know.  But why,
Grandma?  Tell me.  I want to know.  I really do want to know.  So she
told me.  I c ouldn't believe it.  You're lying.  Don't talk to your
grandmother that way.  You're lying.  You got to be lying.  She hit me so
hard.  She beat my head against the wall and got me in the crotch with her
knee.  I told you I was abused.  I was crying so ha rd, I almost forgot
what happened.  I still thought she was lying.

    But she wasn't.  What happened to the girl who won the phone bank
was she went to Reno.  Where my grandmother knew a guy.  And he took her
and... but you really don't want to know, do you, sugarpie?  No,
grandmere.  I had to call her that.  Grand mare.  We coined a phrase for
you.  Here it is.  I woke up screaming.  She couldn't have done that to
me.  I won.  She said I won.  Won what?  He was the space engineer at the
Astro Cockpit.  She designed cock fight arenas.  Your cock.  My cock.
Cody's.  She op ened the mirror and stepped out.  She was back.  You son
of a fucking bitch, she hit her so hard, I thought her false teeth would
fall out.  Oh, Grand Mare, what a black eye you have.  Shut up.  She was
crawling across the floor with her red hair dragging down, and that wound
in her chest, just up under her left breast.  It tore the underside off.
Came down hard on Grand Mare's back.  She would be crippled for a long
time.  Her belly was hanging out, dragging along the floor, with the
little girl riding inside.  He fucked her through her mother's membrane.
She couldn't get out.  She came out pregnant.  Her first daughter was born
when she was seven.  Months.  She crawled into the light looking
ggoarfsadrogpg her hadaughteehererkwrjf

    The Scoulds were next dor.  she was medictating.  He was reading
the want ads.  They said they heard nothing.  She exagerated to show how
quiet it was.  Inside, my head was pounding againswt t a wao;l;l;;
Garish.  The colors.  Inside my head.  Inside my wombl She heard the first
note.  He was singing.  The music was so distant.  She couldnt' get a fix
on it.  he left her hanging

    it was a tango

    no one moved

    the sound reassured her that she was not deaf

then came the waiting until it was over and then we could all go back in
again.  I'm going to call her Mandy.  She'll be a boy.  But that can be
fixed.  My mother does it.  Then we all sing.  It's sort of a ceremony.
Whenever a boy is born into the famil y, we do it.  They make the best
girls.  My cousin, Rory.  He's amazing.  Like walking across glass.  He's
been in Vogue several times.  What a looker.  He's always looking at men.
The way he does.  Like he's looking for something missing.  Like, you kno
w, when men look at flat chested women.  They're looking for what's not
there.  And Rory's isn't.  It's been gone a long time.  But he doesn't
know that.  We never tell them.  We just give them a butch name and send
them out in something cute.  The rest i s up to them.  Rory's incredible.
He's always coming on to women.  They think he's a dyke.  And he's deeply
ashamed.  He thinks he's sick.  Men don't interest him at all.  Except,
the part between their legs, where his isn't.  That he's always staring at
.  And when they respond, he gets very upset.  Of course, that keeps him
stepping, because between you and me, Rory is an incredible cunt.  Boy is
he sick.  He acts like a tramp and behaves like a lady.  And the lady is
always getting the shit kicked out of her.  Rory is a god damned punching
bag, a soft silky blonde with soft pink skin and long sexy legs and long
curly hair and an adorable poster girl face.  Wet lips, parted.  A sort of
worried look in dark staring eyes.  Like she's trying to remember so
mething.  Something missing.  Wondering how she got here.  Trying to pull
down her skirt.  Feeling very scared, and a man comes up to you and asks
you for your phone number.  And you don't want to give it to him.  But you
look around, and no one is going to protect you, and you say, "no."

    Such a little thing to get mad about.  He wiped up the floor with
her.  They say men don't like to hurt women, but that guy sure hurt Rory.
He used her like a punching bag for the next fifteen minutes and nobody
said a thing.  I was so scared.  Rory lay there clutching herself.
Holding her tits.  Her cunt.  I didn't know what to say.  How to comfort
her.  I tried to help her get up, but she was pretty beat up.  She didn't
know what hit her.  That guy really punched her out.  She was a mess.  I
told her to get up.  All the men were looking at her.  Rory was hanging
onto a barstool.  Her heels were too high.  She couldn't balance right.
She fell over onto a table and tipped it upside down.  God, she was such a
pig.  I was so ashamed.  Rory held onto me and climbed back up.  Her tits
were hanging down.  Her's were even longer than my mom's.  I wouldn't want
them that big.  She could barely hold her shoulders up.  And they were so
pretty.  With big thick nipples.  They were real, too.  It's that way.  Wh
atever goes into the penis, now goes, well, you know.  Rory would have
been incredible.  It almost makes me sad, thinking of it.  He would have
been fantastic.  He was, but not that way.  For a woman, he was fantastic.
For a man, he would have been notor ious.  My cousin Jason was like that,
too.  It sort of runs in the family.  I almost wish I was.  But I'm not.
I'm what I was born with.  Too bad.  I would have made a great man.  I
would have been so incredible.  oooooo.  Damnit.  I would love to be a m
an and have a woman like Rory.  Boy, wouldn't that be something?  Having
Rory.  Sort of disgusting when you think about it.  Fucking your own
cousin.  Well, I've been fucked by my cousins, but none of them were like
Rory.  It's not like it's normal.  I me an, for god's sakes, Rory is a
pervert.  For one thing, he loves to get beaten up.  This is always
happening.  And sometimes it's a lot worse.  They have a special bedroom
for him at Mount Sinai.  It's a whole suite.  Bimbos like Rory don't come
in the do or every day.  Well, Rory does.  The ambulance crew follows him
around.  But not in one of those EMS trucks.  That would be tacky.  A
white stretch limo especially equipped.  All government funding.  It's
hard to say which is harder on Rory, those guys in the bar, or the ones
back at the hospital.  I mean, they're keeping her alive, but she's been
braindead since she was twelve.  Isn't it time to turn off the life
support system and let her die?  I mean, she's helpless.  Look at her.  No
one in their righ t mind could resist someone like that.  A man who looks
like a woman.  Go on.  Hit her again.  It's all legal.  No one cares if a
man gets beat up.  So he's fair game.  WHAMMMM.  Of course, it's illegal
to hit me.  So I just sit and watch.  Two guys get h er up on her feet and
the third one pounds her silly.  Just like at the hospital.  Except there,
it's doctors.  And here it's construction workers.  But the result is
pretty much the same.  Rory's slender body taking a beating.

    And the evening was just getting started.  The pretty blonde would
be escorted from one club to the next where she would be put on display
and sold to the first bidder.  It usually consisted of being knocked off a
barstool and then picked up and body sla mmed on the floor several times.
I sipped a gin and tonic or some other lady's drink.  I was underage, but
no one said anything.  I tried to look interested.  But really I wanted to
be back at my computer.  That's when I decided to buy a laptop.  So that I
could hook into the internet while I was going around with Rory like this
and have something to do.  I had to get a cellular phonecard to go with
it.  I could also hook into the main frame at Colette's.  I could keep
them informed of everything that wa s happening to Rory, except, the
camera crew would also be doing that.  There was a direct link via the
satellite dish on the van that also accompanied us to my grandmother's.
It was all government funding.  It cost billions.  Yeah.  All through
phone ba nking.  You see, it's not who you call, but who calls you.  Any
minute now it might be Mr. President.  I call him that, and he laughs.  In
that slow southern drawl that some girls find so sexy.  That's it, isn't
it?  The way he says that.  And I get all u ptight.  Like maybe it's him.
Really.  He even invited me over.  Like, he wants it so bad.  I mean, he
is such a boner.  Gadsby and Third.  Quarter to two.  Right.  Got it.  See
you.  And it was him!  I mean, in a trench coat and everything.  Of
course, we keep our appointments.  It's part of the service.  I show up.
And you pay me.  I told you, it's all government funding.  Look at it this
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in the high sierras?  Or for that matter, a baby.  What about the baby?
That's it, they get killed, but then one of the outlaws notices that
there's a baby.  So they have an argument, leave it.  Take it with them?
Use it for target practice.  One of them notices it's a girl.  In four or
five years, the y can fuck it.  Or sell it to the Indians for a good time.
So they take it with them.  They're crossing the sierra madres solteras.
One step at a time.  And the cat follows them.  Their trail.  Keeping low,
not letting them know it's there.  The cat's slippery.  The cat's sick.
It's got a fat hairball in the pit of its stomach and it's trying to get
it out.  The outlaws, Phil, Leroy and Rick are trying to get over the
mountains.  xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx young couple, they now have to
decide how to divvy up the spoils.  That's what holds them together.  The
spoils.  A woman's dress.  A pair of boots.  And a Swiss Army knife.  They
hadn't been very well equipped.  And a can of sterno.  And a whip.  So who
gets what?  Rick said he wanted the dress .  Phil said he'd settle for the
sterno.  LeRoy wanted all of it.  There was also the girl.  She was
thirteen now, and it was hard to see how they were going to divide her up.
Phil wanted to do it with a knife.  His big Bowie.  But Rick said, no, he
wanted the dress.  But no one knows who's going to win.  I hung up.

    Flirtatious.  You have to be flirtatious.  To win.  To keep them
talking.  To keep the contracts coming in.  And then you send Rory to
collect.  They think it's you.  Only they don't know you're sitting there,
taking it all in while Rory gets it.  It's i nteresting.  Knowing that all
that's intended for you, and Rory is the one stopping it.  Like watching
yourself get hit by a locomotive from a safe distance.  Very erotic.
Especially the results.  I always get wet.  Well, the results are pretty
disgustin g, but at least it's Rory and not you.  I never say anything.  I
just sit there unnoticed, in a little blue dress and long gloves.  The
skirt's slit up to there, and my tits are practically falling out.  You'd
think someone would look at me.  But Rory attracts all the attention.

    "What's that?"

    "Oh?  It's a computer."

    "Yeah?  What do you do with it?"

    Well, actually, I operate Rory's life support system, but I don't
tell them that.  I say I play games.

    "What kind of games?"

    He was getting interested.

    "Watch."

    I made Rory get up.  Then I made her climb up on the bar.  Then I
made her dance.  Then I made her fall off.

    "Like that."

    "Yeah?  Do it again."

    It was interesting watching the pretty blonde climb awkwardly to
her feet, knowing that her legs were broken in several places, wondering
how she could do that with just her flesh and muscles.  She looked pretty
gross as she climbed back up on the bar.  "Want to see her tits bounce?"
"Yeah." Rory started to dance again, only this time I made her really
obscene.  Dancing on the edge of the bar, the raised rim that goes around
it, which was rounded, so it was hard to keep your balance, but she was
doing it because I was making her do it, tapping the keys, making her do
the most outlandish swings, her long curly yellow hair sweeping around
like her tits which were undulating back and forth across her skinny chest
like beach balls being kicked back and forth, and then,
gjgytytutghHIHIYIOHLKJHKJKJLK

    The trick was to see how far you could throw her.  I showed him
how.  He put his hand on the joystick.  At first he couldn't even make her
stand up.  Don't be embarrassed, a lot of guys fail their first time.  He
looked at me.  It wasn't his first time.  I tried to tell him it was okay.
He got Rory sort of on her knees, but he didn't know how to work the legs.
And then she fell over.  Shit.  I laughed.  He got up and went over and
kicked Rory in the stomach.  Get up, you fucking whore.  Get up.  That's
not the way to do it.  Here.  I'll show you.  I had her standing in front
of him in no time.  Boy, was he mad.  He still didn't get it.  He thought
it was her fault.  Rory tried to explain, but he never got a chance.  I
kept him on his feet the whole tim e.  The guy forgot all about the
computer.  He was just into Rory.

    That's how we got the bridge contract.  I mean, what my
grandmother knows about bridges would fill an encyclopedia.  She must have
crossed dozens of them.  But she never actually built one.  Until we got
this contract to build a bridge across Lake Erie.  A suspension bridge.
The senator had been totally grateful, but this was the only thing he had
to hand out at the time.  Colette said she'd take it.  She didn't want to
embarrass him.  Well, my god, it's no big deal.  If you can squeeze a size
twelve bo dy into a size nine dress, you can do anything.

    She made a couple of phone calls.

    Harry?

    Colette.

    Hi.  Listen.  What do you know about bridges?

    Yeah.  I have, too.  But did you ever wonder how they work?  How
they get there?

    I mean, they don't just grow by themselves, do they?  Someone has
to make them.

    I didn't know that.  Anyway, you know my grandson, Rory?

    Yeah.  The one with the high voice.

    Yeah.  And the tits.

    Yeah. That one.  Aggie's oldest.

    Harry!  Show some respect.  She's only a kid.

    Anyway, this senator was taking her out and, he must have liked
her, because he gave her a contract.

    No.  Not that kind of contract.  This one's for a bridge.

    You don't have to take out anything.  You got to build it.  That's
why I'm calling.

    Lake Erie.  I think it's in Georgia.

    Oh yeah?  Well, what do I know about geography?  I never went to
school.

    Anyway, I need someone to build it.

    Why?  So the government will pay me fifty million dollars.

    Never mind what Milt Eisner gets.  What about the bridge?

    Pilings?  How many?

    Do they have to be at each end?

    This has to be a drawbridge, did I say?

    So boats can go under it.  It has to go up and down.

    No.  Not like that.  Can you handle it?

    You know a guy?  I knew you would.  When?

    I think they want it by next year.

    Thanks Harry.

    Sure.  Any time.  You know my kids love you.

    She's pregnant.

    You want a rematch?

    I'll send her over this afternoon.

    Make it nice.

    It was the longest bridge connecting an international border in
the northern hemisphere.  With two arches.  The one between Greenland and
Iceland has three.  But this one has only two.  There was no government
funding behind that other one.  It was all p rivate capital.  Colette's
privates and his capital.  They encircled the planet with bridges.  The
one over the narrowest part of the Atlantic was a blockbuster.  Every
light in the neighborhood went out.

    Colette's done pretty good for an unmarried woman who had to drop
out of college because she was pregnant.  Only it wasn't with me.  My
uncle Maxie.  Maxie is a spectacular brunette.  The congressman I set him
up with was kicked out of the army police fo r brutality.  Towards
prostitutes.  He loves Maxie.  Maxie is just the kind of teenage tramp
that got him in trouble.  Only now he doesn't have to worry.  He can do
just about anything to her he wants.  "Drop kick to Jesus through the goal
posts of life." He's very religious.  Maxie prays a lot, too.  That's how
my grandmother got the contract for the Stealth bomber.  She has us kids
working on it in the backyard in our spare time.  When we're not phone
banking.  It's not easy, though.  Colette says what the government pays
her as an unwed mother with a military contract ought to just about cover
Maxie's hospital bills.