Of all the revelations uncovered in the church scandal,
the town reserved its shock for one: the public defiling of Little Miss Vicky. “You put your hands on my baby?”
“No, ma’am.”
“You put your hands on my baby?!” she screamed with all the might she had left. Indian XXX Little
Miss Vicky was dead. “Oooooh,” Otis moaned. The church had a huge payroll but nobody seemed to be doing any work. She looked back at
Otis when she reached the door. “Yes, ma’am?”
“You not thinking about any little girls are you?” Ruth squeezed for emphasis. It was more dangerous than women
and liquor combined. “That’s my daughter!” She was running out of steam. She didn’t know if she should continue. Pastor Billy has a baby carrot. She was eye level with her laptop. She had work to
finish for pastor Billy. “When you play with your penis, Otis, all sorts of evil fill your head. Vicky closed her eyes and waited for the heavy drops to hit her face. “You sonofabitch!” The blows were landing on nothing but arms and elbows; Otis was a foot taller
than his assailant. Daddy and uncle Jesse won’t think twice about killing her silly ass. “caaauuawk,” Vicky was choking and gagging as she tried swallow as much of Otis’ cock as possible.
