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Enola Kelley felt the same frustration Jack Meadows was experiencing. She lounged around the trailer, limp and forlorn. When Maddox or Mikey asked her a question, she snapped. The situation wasn't their fault, but she took it out on her children. Still, she was too proud to call Jack and invite him over for a redo.
The days rolled past with no new excitement in her life. Michael passed in and out of the bedroom when he could get a break. Usually, he didn't get to sleep long enough. Someone was always calling with a complaint or an immediate repair. Enola looked at his exhausted, drawn face with contempt. She used to urge him to quit the damn job—find something better.
Enola hated the trailer park. In her opinion, fifty worn-out manufactured homes with peeling siding were an eyesore. The landscaping was overgrown, the old brick surrounds crumbling, and the trailers were rusted lumps hovering on the brink of extinction. She couldn't understand how she had gotten herself into such a mess.
Michael wasn't lazy. He worked day and night for a pittance. During the overnight hours, he worked to unclog overflowing toilets and fix worn-out air conditioners. It left no time for entertainment and left them short on grocery money.
"It's not worth it, Michael," Enola screamed, hovering over her slumping husband. "Get a real job! And get us outta here."
Michael Kelley leaned against the door. A tall, lanky man, his face was drawn with deep wrinkles that hid his dull blue eyes. Once upon a time, he was handsome with sparkling sapphire eyes. Enola loved him at first sight and pursued him in the same way Maddox pursued Jack.
After fifteen years of marriage, Enola couldn't stand the sight of him. Michael had aged into an old man long before she reached her prime. She wanted him out of her life—she wanted a life. Jack hadn't come to see her in over three weeks. Perhaps she shouldn't have berated his failed attempt at sex. However, she couldn't take away words spoken in anger.
Enola stretched her body on the chaise lounge. Cool autumn temperatures replaced the summer heat. She continued to wear her skimpy negligee despite the change of season. The fresh air on her anxious body felt good and helped simmer her raging emotions.
Jack Meadows stood unnoticed outside the patio screening. He watched Enola. Her long, tanned legs opened, exposing her wiry pubic hair. Her fingers brushed her hidden labia and rubbed with the expertise of a woman used to pleasuring herself. Jack felt the pressure build between his legs.
Jack hadn't gone to school in a week. He discovered an old, abandoned tree fort in the woods outside the trailer park. He squatted on the weathered platform each day, looking down at the Kelley's house. Enola wandered in and out, listlessly hanging wash out on a whirly gig in the scant backyard. He watched her with lascivious longings. He couldn't continue spying on her from afar. He had to get a closer look.
The screen door opened and closed. Enola glanced at Jack towering above her. She smiled and continued her frantic activity. Jack fell to his knees beside the lounge chair. His large palm cupped her bent knee and slid down to her ankle. He leaned forward to capture her lips with his. His hand brushed her leg, up and down, up and down.
Enola put her arm around Jack's neck and pulled him to her. Their tongues met and danced. Jack's hand moved up her knee and over her open thighs. His fingers took over where she left off. Her hand found his phallus. Their embrace tightened.
Jack's mind went blank. He acted with impulse, allowing his body to take over. Enola's legs opened wider, and Jack slipped in. His weight pushed her backward, her head connecting with the hardwood of the lounge's back. She barely felt the lump that swelled her skull. Her warm pleasure overflowed in wave after wave. Together, they reached the climax they both desired.
"I…I love you," Jack whispered. He lay against Enola on the chaise lounge, his pudgy body crowding her. She snuggled into his arms while he nibbled on her ear.
Jack never thought he would say those three words. They were as alien to him as any sign of affection from his mother or grandmother. He was not loved, not wanted. No one lavished affection upon him. He didn't know love, didn't understand it. The words came easily while he lay entwined in Enola's arms and legs.
Enola kissed his cheek passionately, drawing his lips away from her ear. She did not repeat his endearments. Enola did not feel love for Jack; she felt her own fulfillment. She got what she wanted from him.
They made love again. Enola straddled Jack the second time around. She hated his flabby body moving against her sleek form. It annoyed her that he was fat, but she accepted him for his promise of sexual gratification. Jack was hers to control, to take at will or drop when no longer desirable. Enola wanted it that way.
Enola and Jack toasted their accomplishment with brandy. She made two huge fluffernutter sandwiches for lunch and watched him gobble them. He ate like a pig, with peanut butter and marshmallow fluff dribbling down his chin. It reminded her that he was still a child. Enola decided she wanted a child to mold. She could give him sex and sandwiches and keep him completely under her control.
Jack didn't realize Enola planned to do to him what he planned for Maddox at summer's beginning. He was her slave from that point forward. Day after day, he returned to the Kelley's trailer and indulged his sexual appetite. Enola asked him to run to the grocery store for bread and milk. He washed the dishes in the sink and hung the wash on the whirly gig. If he didn't do the chores, she held out on sex and brandy.
Two months later, Jack Meadows dropped out of school. Granny Girty didn't care. She didn't mind what he did if he wasn't underfoot every day. He came home at night and slept like a log. She didn't plunge into questions concerning his whereabouts or who fed him. Other than providing a bed, he wasn't her burden any longer.
Jack had never stayed with Enola beyond school hours. He liked to sneak away before Maddox and Mikey returned from school. Maddox appeared early on a few occasions. She rushed home, expecting Jack was waiting for her. Sailor had informed her of Jack's age, but it didn't bother her. What was three years? Girls were more mature than boys, she surmised. She still considered him her boyfriend, although he dodged her on every occasion.
Mostly, Maddox blamed herself for coming home late. She endeavored to skip seventh period to arrive earlier. The screen door banged behind her. A swift movement drew her attention. Maddox almost swore she saw Jack sitting on the lounge with her mother. No, she convinced herself. It was only her imagination. Jack sat in the wicker chair, awaiting her arrival.
"I rushed to get home early," Maddox breathed, dropping her backpack with a thud. "What do you want to do? Take a walk or play a game?"
Jack stared at her contemptuously, and Enola's eyes slit. Both found Maddox's abrupt appearance annoying.
"Games?" Jack flared. "I don't play games with children."
Maddox stepped backward. She didn't like the hard look in Jack's gray eyes. He scared her at times, but she refused to admit it. Maddox's clung to her childish fantasies like a dog to a bone.
"Jack wants to play grown-up games, Maxi," Enola chimed in. She exchanged a glance with her boy-lover. "He's not interested in your kind of playing."
Her mother's innuendo was lost on Maddox. She didn't understand the implications. She dreamed of holding hands and watching the sunset over the lake. And butterfly kisses at the front door when her boyfriend brought her home. Maddox knew about sex from school, and her friends talk in the girls' room. She didn't think about experiencing it—not yet. Her body was still small and underdeveloped, although she did have her first period finally.
It never occurred to her that Jack Meadows was her mother's lover. Old and young didn't mix in her immature mind. Jack was her contemporary; therefore, his interest was in her, not Enola. She could not fathom the situation's reality.
"What do you want to play, Jack?" Maddox stretched her hand out to take his. "You can teach me." Eagerness peppered her voice.
Enola laughed heartily. Jack joined her.
"Maybe later, Max," her mother suggested, "when you're more grown up." Thoughts of a threesome entered her vicious little mind.
Maddox thought hard. Her forehead wrinkled in concentration. She couldn't understand. She knew nothing about threesomes or the complications of sexual relationships. Jack made a comment about two-for-ones. It went over her head. They both continued to laugh at her.
"You're Barbies and hair ribbons, Max," her mother stated coyly. "Men like Jack don't want little girls like you. They want experienced women."
Maddox continued to struggle with her mother's words. Men? In her opinion, Jack was still a boy. She didn't think in terms of men. Men were old. Boys were more comfortable for her immature thoughts.
Jack made an excuse and left. His session with Enola was over as soon as Maddox appeared. When he disappeared, Enola rose and stretched. Her short nightie rose over her thighs, exposing her body. Maddox slit her eyes as she watched her mother. Her semi-naked form left her curious.
Why was Enola half-dressed while Jack awaited her arrival? She had never really noticed on other occasions, only just realizing. Something bothered her in the back of her mind, but she couldn't think what.
Maddox's mind raged with confusion. Her shoulders slumped, and she walked toward the kitchen door. Her mother's words froze her to her spot.
"Don't you dare leave school early, Max," Enola spat. "If you do it again, I'll wear you out with your father's belt."
Maddox lowered her head. Her mother hadn't belted her in years—not after she had told Miss Simon. Her third-grade teacher informed the school resource officer, who later appeared at the trailer. Enola had denied the abuse, and the situation had passed. The belting had ceased. Still, Maddox recalled the red welts on her back and buttocks. She gulped and entered the trailer.
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