extrem incest

To be honest, I thought Cindy was challenged. You know..(retarded is an ugly word these days.) I was the last in line at the gas station that winter day watching this very flustered girl behind the counter juggling the register, pumps, lottery, cigs etc. She was a skinny little thing. Pale and bugg-eyed. Her chest was flat as a board and her hair was a short bleached dyke-job. As I got closer I could here her cracking voice. She stammered and slurred, spitting a little when she spoke. She couldn’t pronounce certain sounds properly. By the time I got to the front I was in awe. Thats right, love at first sight! She gave me that forced customer service smile as she wiped the spittle from her lower lip.

“Can I helb You thir?” she asked with a quiver.She didn’t look up at me.

“Five on number seven please.” I said, handing her five singles.
“Thank you, have a nithe day.”

It was then I noticed her hearing aid. She wasn’t “challenged”, just hard of hearing.
I couldnt let this moment go. I didn’t care about the people behind me.

“Whats your name?” I asked with a smile.
She looked right at me with those buldging eyes and that slack jaw. “Uh…Thindee.”

“Would you like to go out sometime Cindy?” I couldn’t believe how bold I was getting, this wasn’t me!
Her eyes grew even wider and she started struggling with her words, kind of like Billy Bibbit in ‘One Flew Over The Cukoo’s Nest’ when nurse ratchett busted him with the hooker.

“Ah…ah…I ga…gott customuhz right now *gasp*…um…”
I interupted “What time do you get off tonight?”

“Ten.”
“Can I come back then?”
She knodded furiously with a that big overbite smile and quikly wiped a sniffle from her nose.
I reached out my hand and touched hers.
“Ten then.” I said and turned to leave.
And so began a many years long journey into some of the sickest and most wonderful things a man can know.