Chapter 9
CHAPTER
NINE
As we sit down on the sandy bank, I dig out a glass jar from my pocket and wave it in AJ’s face. AJ looks at the jar, then at me, and he throws his head back, hysterically laughing.
Once he gets control of himself, he asks curiously, “What in the fuck are you going to do with those?”
“They are known for being great bobbers.” I cock an eyebrow at him.
“You are one sick fuck, man,” he says humorously as he slaps me on the back.
“Oh, like you’re not.”
Plucking an eyeball from the jar with my fingers, I attach it to the fishing line and thread it to where it needs to go.
“Are those from our kitty in the RV?” AJ asks deviously.
“Who else would they be from? Yeah, I ripped them out this morning.”
“Before or after you fucked her?” he questions, eager to know the answer.
I glance over at him, pretending to be shocked. “During.”
“So now we have a blind girl with no arms?”
“It’s not like it’s going to stop either one of us from fucking her.”
“Well, she’s easier to hold down now.” AJ emits an amused laugh at his own joke, covering his mouth with his fist.
“She’s at least keeping our new friends and us fed.” I point the fishing pole at the kayak.
“What do you think about them? Should those be our next two?” AJ asks, as if he hasn’t already made the decision.
“Definitely. I need her tight, hot cunt gripping my dick,” I respond.
“We’d better turn on the cell phone jammer,” AJ whispers.
“As soon as we got here, I clicked it on, hoping we’d get lucky,” I say, always in step with each other.
I cast my line and watch as the eyeball floats along the river.