An Unexpected Smidgeon of Justice (447 hits)
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Submitted by X54 (View user info) at 2008-03-12 22:48:09 EDT
Eunice glared out the kitchen window. Gone was the lovely walnut orchard which had
grown across the street since she and her husband, Frank, bought their house ten years
before. The poor trees had been ripped up, roots and all, by a giant bulldozer and hauled
away. In their place stood the frame of an extravagant mansion. Its skeleton of fresh
lumber glowed orange in the morning sun. Eunice closed the blind to shut it out while
she cleaned up the breakfast dishes.
Frank surprised her from behind with a peck on the cheek. "Still can't stand to look at
it?" he said, chuckling.
"It's awful." She folded her arms. Even with the blind closed she could still see the half-
built monstrosity in her mind's eye. "I'll never get used to it."
"It'll look better once it's finished," said Frank, patting her rump. "I'm off!"
Eunice didn't answer. She opened the blind again as the garage door opener growled,
imagining what the house would look like when it was finished. The house's owner had
showed them an artist's drawing of it once, just after he'd bought the property, when the
orchard was still there. He'd been very proud of it. Frank had even complimented him,
which was annoying. It had looked too big and show-offy to her. Ostentatious. That
was the word which had come to her later.
The man, whose name she couldn't remember, had driven up with his wife and two
teenaged daughters in a large, black Mercedes. Frank had admired the car, had told
Eunice later it probably cost a hundred grand. That didn't impress Eunice. She didn't
care for anything German. Her uncle had been killed fighting the Germans in World War
Two. She'd never known him, of course--it had happened years before she was born.
But her father had always made a point never to buy anything German.
Knowing the orchard would have to be taken out, she'd told the man how much her two
sons had enjoyed playing there. He'd asked about them. They were off at college. The
man replied that they wouldn't miss the trees, being older now and away. She'd started to
tell him there were other children in the neighborhood, but Frank had distracted him with
a question.
At the sound of Frank backing out of the garage, Eunice stepped out the front door,
waved goodbye as he drove off to work. The air smelled fresh and green. A jay
squawked and a pair of hummingbirds whizzed by. The ground was still muddy in places
from a rainstorm two days before, unusual so late in spring. It would have been a perfect
morning if not for a dog barking incessantly somewhere nearby.
Eunice found dogs noisy and destructive. They used to mess in the yard years ago. She'd
even stepped in it once. After that, she'd written to the board of supervisors, pushed for
an ordinance against dogs running loose in the county. A few neighbors had been upset
when she'd reported them for violating the new ordinance, but they'd since moved away.
She hadn't had any more problems with neighbors or dogs until recently, when a family
of renters moved in down the street. They had two dogs that sometimes ran loose.
Eunice hadn't called Animal Control on them yet, but she intended to.
"Arf-arf-arf-arf-arf!" The dog wasn't barking the way dogs normally did when they saw a
stranger or when they were left home alone. This was a continuous yelping, as if the dog
was frightened or in pain. Eunice cupped her ears to locate it. It came from across the
street, from the new house. Had a dog been injured or trapped among the construction
materials? She checked her housecoat pocket for her phone, debating whether to go
investigate in her slippers.
"Arf-arf-arf-arf-arf!" She was certain now the dog was in trouble. And while she didn't
care for dogs, she hated to think of any living creature suffering. Re-tying her housecoat
belt, she crossed the road, looking for signs of construction workers. There were none
out front, but as she drew near she saw, through the exposed wall studs, a pickup truck
out back. Scraps of wood littered the muddy ground, some with nails sticking out. She
walked carefully around one end of the house, wondering if the dog had stepped on a
nail.
Most days the place was crawling with construction workers by this time, dark-skinned
Mexicans in dirty, ragged clothes calling back and forth in Spanish and blasting awful,
jangling music from a boom box. They were probably illegal aliens, or undocumented
immigrants, or whatever they were called now. She'd been tempted on more than one
occasion to call the police when they were being particularly noisy, but she never had.
She was afraid they might retaliate in same way.
Periodically, work on the house came to a standstill. A day or two might pass without
anyone coming to the site. Today appeared to be one of those days, except for the lone
truck out back.
Eunice shook her head as she surveyed the enormous back yard. An elaborate
landscaping job was in progress with an expansive flagstone patio and lawn, stepped
retaining walls, raised flowerbeds, a tennis court and a swimming pool. The pool was
still just a large hole in the ground, and it was from this hole that the yelping emanated.
Perhaps the dog had jumped in and couldn't climb out. If that was the case, she would
call Animal Control and have it taken away. It surely belonged to the new renters down
the road.
She approached the swimming pool from one end. The far end, the deep end, came into
view first. Muddy water covered the bottom. A thick hose ran from a pump up top down
into the water. They were obviously planning to drain it. But where were the workers?
Eunice scanned the yard again, but she couldn't see them anywhere. Were they in the
shallow end of the pool, which she couldn't yet see? With the dog?
She took a few more steps. Suddenly a worker came into view, on his knees in the
shallow end, his back to her. He held the dog, a light colored, medium sized retriever, by
the fur on its back with both hands as it struggled to get away. With the noise the dog
was making, there was no danger of him hearing her. Eunice stared, uncertain as to what
was happening. The man kept pulling the dog's hind end hard into his groin, over and
over. Each time the dog let out another yelp.
Eunice clapped her hand over her mouth as it dawned on her what the man was doing.
Horrified, she willed herself not to scream. She simply couldn't imagine anyone doing
such a thing. And yet there it was, right before her. Recovering at last, she snatched her
phone from her pocket and snapped a picture of the man and the dog. Then she withdrew
hastily, almost losing a slipper to the mud. As soon as she got back around front, she
called 911. The dog kept yelping and yelping. It took an effort to shut out the sickening
image of it.
In short order, three Sheriff's patrol cars arrived. Eunice told the deputies what she'd
seen. The Mexican worker was still there, although he'd finished with the dog by then
and had the pump running. He didn't speak any English. Since none of the deputies
spoke Spanish, one of them demonstrated what he was being accused of with an
imaginary dog, shouting, "Arf-arf-arf!" The other deputies laughed at this, and the first
deputy kept it up until they were in stitches. It seemed very unprofessional to Eunice, but
still, she was glad to see the Mexican looking so humiliated.
He tried to deny it, but Eunice showed the deputies the picture she'd snapped. They had a
good snicker over that. Then they handcuffed the man and locked him in a patrol car.
After taking Eunice's statement, they confiscated her phone as evidence. Losing her
phone was the one drawback to the whole affair, although she eventually got it back.
Several curious neighbors appeared on scene. Eunice told them everything, secretly
delighting in their expressions of shock and disgust. The new house would forever after
be known as the house where the Mexican fucked the dog. Eunice would see to that.
User Reviews
Submitted by Tigre (user info) at 2008-03-15 22:35:22 EDT (#)
Ranking: -1
Beasitality is wrong.
Submitted by HellRazer (user info) at 2008-03-15 16:07:14 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Great story. Nothing like a little beastiality to kick off a slow Saturday at work!
Submitted by JustAnotherStudent (user info) at 2008-03-15 15:48:58 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Congratulations, that's great in a really sickening way.
Anyone who does that will hopefully become the prison bitch.
Submitted by loki (user info) at 2008-03-13 20:53:38 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
WTF I'm not reading all that.
Submitted by Falafel (user info) at 2008-03-13 19:41:45 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
This is half of the neighbours I ever had.
♪It's a beautiful day in the neiiiighbourhood, a beautiful day.. for a neighbour♪
Submitted by X54 (user info) at 2008-03-13 14:15:42 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Sorry about the formatting. The dog and the Mexican in the swimming pool really happened at a friend's house under construction. To this day, his house is still known to all his neighbors as the house where the Mexican fucked the dog.
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2008-03-13 13:02:13 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
the formatting and the ending kinda sucked. it just kind of died but it was well written and i enjoyed it until i was let down by the end.
Submitted by sicosemen (user info) at 2008-03-13 11:59:45 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
The formatting sucked but otherwise great.
Submitted by cat_head (user info) at 2008-03-13 04:41:29 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Well written.
Submitted by HotWillie (user info) at 2008-03-12 23:49:49 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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