Riley Buttler was building a card house when there was a quick short rap at his door. The sound make him jerk and topples the briefly two story card house. He went to the out looking window to see the UPS lady rapid walking back to the delivery truck. He knows her! He fucked her! Her sweet pussy taste comes back to the tip of his tongue like a sexual flash back. He hurries to the door but she is already driving off. Many stops to back. Riley vows to get video equipment to get footage of her next time if nothing else. Now he is picking up the card board box. No name of sender or return address. strange. He goes inside with it.
Those where nervous times. A civil war started up. The militia's joining forces under self named "General" Rex Havoc, The great purging began in Mississippi. Killing Muslims spilled over into a general cleansing of non white people in the small towns. Gays intellectuals suspected liberals taken out and shot execution style. It was a great and noble party for the Men who raped and pillaged for all they could get.
Meanwhile there was a wild work party. Topless girls dealing out styrofoam cups of vodka laced coffee. The Men and some of the ladies back in line for another cup over and over again with delighted eyes. It was a blustery day and all of the windows where open wide to let fresh flowery breezes waft in and tickle the wind chimes of fine blue and red crystal. Heated discussions and sub arguments about candidate Rex havoc. Riley has wired and drunk, in that order. He gazed out the window at the street three stories below. Gloom was a forecast in the cobwebs of his head. He went into the closet with his pipe for a couple puffs of light breeze soak in and then back to the party. Cute little Flippy Gowens is blushing as that asshole jerk manager, Bill Lipsho is suggesting she check out his civil war relic artifacts on his office wall next door. They go out. So does Riley. He slips out the open window, jarring the wind chimes on the way out. A narrow cat walk leads to the office window next door. He peeks in as The couple go in the office and rapidly throw their clothes off and fuck doggie style using his fine wood desk as a support. They never notice Riley, few ever do. Riley gives himself a handjob. the jism floats down do the street like fat oily rain.
So Riley calls a phone number at random. An old lady answers. Riley confesses to this stranger that he used to steal his mother's speed pills she got from the pharmacist to loose weight. He was jacked, cracked and wired he tells her. But she hangs up before he gets any farther. The old lady just saw a opossum crossing the road that was run down by some teenagers. They swerved into the other lane to smash it. They raised their arms in cheering victory as they roared on. She put down the phone to go out and retrieve the carcass. Fresh meat for dinner tonight!
Riley's cousin Fritz Buttler was born into his job. Taster. He wandered about the white house grounds tasting portions of food for important leaders paranoid about poisoned meals. Fritz was a third generation taster. He was trained and over fed all his days. All pudgy and gooey. Assassination was not uncommon in those days so his mouth was kept busy enjoying the finest foods out there. He was a taster for eighteen years and never once did he injest poison. Fritz Butler died in the end from simply getting too fat for his heart to hold out. It was a sad day. No food was served at his funeral to honer his eternity of happy fasting that shall follow.
Riley got drunk when he heard that Fritz was dead. Diet cherry fizzpop and cheap vodka imported from El Salvador. A gross combo that left him vomiting for 12 hours intermittently.
Our story ends with our little buddy, Riley Buttler drunk again and pulling his cock out to shake it at traffic while laughing a loon's laugh. He escapes into the plot line before the police arrive to arrest him.
The End