Fat Jenny

My mom was slapping my baby brother around again. It was better him than me. I took the opportunity to sneak into my mom's purse and steal a fiver. I heard a bottle break in the kitchen and sped out the front door and down to the park at the end of the street.
A couple kids were smoking weed in the playground. Jamie and Brad. Gordy Clutcher was playing basketball. Two roads diverged in a wood...I chose the one less travelled by.
"Whasup Oggy? Yah got that Fat Boys recahd I loaned ya."
Jamie passed me the joint and I took a big hit.
"What the fahk, Oggy? That ain't the cheap shit your mom sells. That's the good stuff. Panamah Gold."
Brad tugged the joint out of my hand but not before I got good and stoned. Gordy was over there playing the game by himself, running and shooting, getting a good workout. I clapped when he hit a long jump shot.
"I'll get you that record when you give me back my bike." I said. "Loosah."
"Yah bike? I told you that bike got stole. That bike's G-O-N...gone."
"Yah cock."
Brad nudged me, "When yah gonna fuck Becky?"
Becky was this girl I was hanging around with. She was alright. Her parents let me eat stuff out of their freezer. They had pudding pops and creamsicles. Not just for birthdays, but all the time. It was a swell house.
"That cunt? I fuck her every night. Real tight pussy."
"Bullshit. You steal her panties and toss off in 'em."
Brad laughed and blew smoke out into the universe. Jamie pretended to hump the ground. Gordy made a turn around jump shot. I was feeling good.

Jamie lowered his voice in a way that made me and Brad duck down inside ourselves.
"You guys want to make a nice score?"
I looked at Brad. Brad looked at Jamie. Gordy missed a lay-up.

So that was how we ended up outside Fat Jenny's house later that night. It was summer. The Sox were on the road. The baseball team had kicked me off for smoking and swearing. I figured it was time to do something good.
Fat Jenny's mom left in her car. We could hear Fat Jenny inside. They had the bitch chained to a wall in the living room. That was so she didn't hurt herself.
After a minute I kneeled down and Jamie jumped on my back to get in the bathroom window. He let me and Brad in the backdoor.
Jamie went right for the money in the bedrooms. Brad made himself a whiskey and coke. I found a photo album. I looked at that photo album and got real sad. It was full of pictures of Fat Jenny and her mom and a guy who must have been her dad but who wasn't around anymore. There was Jenny when she wasn't too fat, but her big face stuck out in the pictures at the hospital. She wasn't normal. Any fool could tell that. Then there was a picture of Jenny on a horse or a mule on some ranch. She was wearing a helmet and had a big smile. I had never been on a horse or even near a mule in my life. My dad told me that only an asshole wants to ride a horse. Then there was a bunch of pictures of Jenny at school. All these teachers and kids were smiling. The kids were all retards like Jenny but they were still smiling. I sat down and looked at those pictures for a while. I didn't want Brad or Jamie to see me looking at them so I went into the living room to look for something good to steal.
There was Brad with his pants down and there was Jenny, leaning up against the wall, her big paisley skirt was above her big ass. Brad was just pounding away. He looked at me and gave me a big thumbs up and then his knees got all wobbly and he stiffened. Jenny didn't say a word the whole time. She just stood there. Brad backed off and lit up a cigarette while he pulled his pants up.
"Yah want a crack at her? She'd damn tight for a fatty. Ain't you, Fatty?"
Jenny looked at him and said, "We married now?"
Brad laughed.
I was just about to tell Brad he was a sick fuck when I saw the cop car outside.
I was first out the back widow. Then came Brad and Jamie was nowhere to be found. It was dark by then so we went past the sheep farm and into the cemetery.
Brad pulled out a wad of money and some antique coin. We figured it was worth thirty bucks. I threw down an old purse. It had about two dollars in quarters.
"What the fahk? We were in there for twenty minutes. All you got is two bucks? Jeez!"
Jamie came running up, out of breath.
"Hey, that was a pissah. Fahkin' coppahs. Gave 'em the slip. Neighbors must've phoned it in."
"Blows," we all agreed.

Jamie had the haul. He dumped loads of cash and jewelery onto an overturned granite gravestone. Good stuff. I got a small share because they said I hadn't held up my end. I took mine and went to the supermarket and got some popsicles. I was gonna surprise Becky. I walked across town near the mill pond. It was hotter than I thought that night and the popsicles were all melted by the time I got there. My hands were covered with grape popsicle sticky stuff. Her folks weren't there so we sat on the couch and watched Threes Company.
I gave Becky a necklace made of these red stones.
"Where did you get this, Oggy?"
"Found it."
"Seriously."
"Sure. You look real pretty."
We kissed some and then I went home. My mom was still beating on my brother. That kid could take a punch. He'd be a great boxer if he lived long enough. I sat on the front porch and pulled out a picture of Fat Jenny at the horse camp. There she was, about ten years old, riding that horse with a great big smile on her face.