A Piercing Aquaintance

Master had piled up the trash next to the garage — that sported a new, electric, garage door. Shattered planks of the old garage door sat under 5 large 50 gallon, filled black plastic garbage bags.

‘’ Lay this box spring mattress over the hole, then, put the splintered wood and those Publix fireplace logs down on top, followed by all these bags’’ He told Alpha. 

Master wrestled the 'Tang' box spring, that Paul and Lee had been on, from the van and dragged it to the RV’s roof. 

‘’Be sure it’s over the hole, light the fire; and stay there till it Peters out, excepting the Publix logs.

‘’Keep an eye out for anyone, and leave if you do see anyone; but, should  they come by boat, which is only way I know of for them to investigate; you’d have time to leave before they could wade to the shore. People’l likely figure it’d be just a camp fire anyway; and a safe fire, given it’d be nothing but dirt for a hundred yards around.’’

‘’And, likely no one will show up; so, dump what doesn’t burn completely up into the hole from the mattress wire, and fill the hole with the excavated clay, and bring the wire frame back here. ‘And drench it good with gasoline BEFORE you light it!’’ 

Master hands Alpha the gas can.

‘’Shouldn’t take more’n an hour and you could be back before dark.’’

Slave tugs on Master’s sleeve and gives him a concerned look. Master ignores it, and tells slave  to follow him to the garage.

‘’Why are You doing  this Master??’' Slave asks, as they enter into the garage. 

Master Charles clicks the electric garage door remote, and smiles watching it slide down.

’’You must know, Lee died from his own drugs; I didn’t kill him; so, why not just let the police find him!!’’

Master replies as if thinking of something else; ’’Believe it or not, this isn’t about you, boy.’’

Master cooly walks to a work table, and he sets a plastic bucket half full with water upon the counter, and then sets out a 16’’x10’’ x 4’’ walled, rectangular aluminum turkey trey. 

Into the trey he pours powdered plaster of Paris and some of the water. He mixes it quickly. He pulls lee’s cock from a plastic bag surprising slave. The penis and balls, after the slaves went  to dig, already had already been covered with a half inch of latex rubber.  Master offered slave a chance to feel it, slave he declined. Then Master placed it half in the plaster. 

‘’It only takes a few minutes to set. I’ll Vaseline this surface after; then, I’ll cover it with another layer; and, when set and dry, we’ll have a good cast from which you’ll make hundreds of copies of Lee’s big dick. The proceeds from selling copies his big, stinking,12’’ dildo of a cock will go to pay for your education; books, tutors, lap tops — and floggers.’’

‘’Now go get a shower; you smell like road kill!’’

All went as planned. 

Alpha didn’t even think to use slave’s smaller hole, and set the blaze going over the first larger hole. 

He didn’t see the body parts; as, they were wrapped in chicken wire weighted with a few bricks, where two more of the Publix fireplace logs had been placed. He did smell the flesh burning but figured it was uneaten food or — that road kill he smelled on slave. 

All that remained were some food cans, metal parts to some unidentifiable machine, and a smoldering small bundle of chicken wire. He buried that, put the still hot frame upon the roof of the RV, and drove back. 

The next day, the man viewing from the telescope, would call the authorities.

That night Master Charles unloaded two 3 kilo bricks of opium from the saddle bag stashed on the other side of the Harley, and finished pouring the cast of Lee’s cock. 

Gacy’s basement came to mind to Master Charles, as the noisome stench of death bothered his nose; so, Master Charles told himself to get some Glade Mist on his next visit to the Publix — and, get some fried chicken too.

The officious officer was ‘on it’ by ten that morning.

He jumped from his powerful, flagged boat, into the shallow water, with a splash. With his boots on, just like a McArthur landing, and strode with dignified authority to where he’d seen those two law breakers the day before, slave and Alpha — only lacking a corn cobb pipe.

There was still smoke smoldering from the ground, and burned ashes about the area of the covered hole. Clearly this was an illegal dumping infraction, and those two would pay. 

Officer Biddy first had to obtain more evidence, and figured plenty of it could be found by digging up this crime scene; so, he planned returning with some help later with shovels … and tape the area off — where, in addition, serious acts of lewd and obscene exposure and vile acts had occurred. He scanned the area for a used rubber. He’d pay a visit to the man across the lake after this stop.

Officer Biddy surveyed the forest, with his mirrored sunglasses, and walked down the tree line of the WLMA, hearing  the squeak from water sloshing in his boots, and found a trail likely used by these pervert criminals — as he played the palm of his hand upon the pistol strapped to his side.