"Don't scream!" He shouted as he pressed

"Don't scream!" He shouted as he pressed the gun up to her head. "It hurts you more than it hurts me." He laid on top of her and proceeded with his dirty deed. She continued to cry

and tried to squirm away. The man continued to suck on her dirty sock toes. He mumbled but she couldn't understand through dark stained cotton. He pulled it out and bit off the end

of the wetted nylon and began sucking on her exposed toe. She suddenly realized he was not trying to sell her hose as originally professed, but that he was the hose-stalker.

So he abandoned her with her Crystal lite and ran outside and found the hose, so neatly wound with one of those plastic hand crank hose winders, he dragged his tongue along

the length of the hose in a lewd fashion. It was understandable, except for the fact the hose was an outdoor tool. He then gently placed the spout between his nursing lips, and

cranked it up. He resented mother's neglect, so he'd force her to change his diaper a dozen times to get more attention. He turned off the nozzle and waited with a Highlights mag &

an old photograph of his birth. Unable to garner further attention from his mother, the child and its teddy bear vow revenge. His mother walks in the room to find a

n empty crib, a few tufts of teddy bear stuffing on the carpet & a hastily crayon-scribbled note: "Teddy and me run away 4ever. Will never come back. Luv, Tommy." They'd escaped

into the impenetrable jungle (corn field in the backyard) and assembled a crude bamboo lean-to (pup tent). Tommy rationed out their chow (dry Cheerios) for him and Sgt Tubbs (teddy

from his bed) and they were finished!