The Beast of 1977 (Book 1)

It was completely dark inside Lynnette's bedroom that snowy evening as The O'Jay's, 'Darlin', darlin', baby', played on low
volume on the Panasonic stereo that sat on the dresser next to the bed.
With the baby sleeping peacefully in his crib in a nearby corner and the kerosene heater blowing in their direction, both mother
and father had to be especially quiet as not to awaken the child with their incessant moans of ecstasy.
Lynnette rubbed all over Isaac's head. He could tell just by the quivering of her naked body that she wanted so much to at least
moan out loud.
Physically, Isaac was elated to be in the moment. The wider he opened Lynnette's pussy lips, the harder she grabbed his head.
Just to hear her try and stifle the sounds only seemed to turn him on all the more as his lips did all the work. He loved how she
would sensually caress his head and bury his face deeper into her pussy as though she were trying to smother him.
Emotionally, however, his mind was in a whole different place. For the remainder of the day, ever since running into the woman
at the gas station, he was a man that did his best to evade everyone he loved.
There were the gaps in his memory of the church service, along with his father telling him about his early morning visit inside his
bedroom, which to Isaac could have only meant that his odd behavior had resurfaced.
Right then, Lynnette grabbed a hold of the bed's railing behind her, opened her mouth wide and let out a mute gasp the second
she squirted all over Isaac's face.
Isaac raised his head slightly, closed his eyes and allowed the gooey substance to lacerate his mouth, the bridge of his nose and
his eyelids. He then lowered his head again while trying to keep Lynnette's quivering body from squirming off the bed.
Isaac rose and watched as her entire naked body uncontrollably jolted up and down before coming to an eventual rest.
Isaac wiped his wet face clean before drawing close to Lynnette for a kiss, only to have the young lady subtly push him away.
"I'm sorry...I'm sorry." She whispered while pulling the covers onto her body.
Isaac wasn't upset at the gesture, he understood, but he was still horny, so he decided to attempt a new approach, something a
bit more appealing. He pulled the covers away and proceeded to suck on her small breasts.
"Isaac...I have an early class in the morning." Lynnette winced while anxiously turning over and pulling the covers back onto her
body.

Isaac laid there next to her feeling as though he had done something wrong. He wanted to get mad, but the anger was nowhere
to be found inside of him. Next, he wanted to get up and walk away, but at the same time he didn't want to leave the presence of
Lynnette's soft, warm body that made the entire bed feel so comfortable.
So in the end, he chalked up his loses, wrapped his arm around her body and pulled her close to him.
"I'm sorry." He pitifully whispered into her ear.
Lynnette turned over. "I didn't mean to spoil the mood." She whispered back. "I guess I'm still not used to...the eyes."
"You didn't spoil anything, girl. Isaac replied as he kissed her on the forehead.
Lynnette wrapped her arms around Isaac's sweaty body and nestled herself deep into his hairy chest. As she lay there, Isaac
could hear a sudden chuckle begin to bubble from out of her gut.
"What's so funny?" He glared strangely.
Lynnette looked into Isaac's eyes and said, "Isaac, if I asked you to be honest with me, would you?"
"I have before, haven't I?"
Lynnette sighed, "I don't know, you just seemed so distant today. It was like you didn't want to talk to anyone. You were even
acting funny at Don's. You hardly touched your food. Is there something bothering you?"
"I just have these headaches every now and then." He shrugged. "It's nothing big."
"Isaac, I do believe in us. I don't know what you went through back at Ashlandview, but I want you to know that I was always
thinking of you. I never wanted to see you leave."
"Ashlandview was cool. We got fed three times a day. Played a bunch of board games, watched TV and sat around in a circle
and talked about our feelings. I even had one of the orderly's sneak oatmeal cream pies to me at night."
"You and your cream pies." She giggled.
"I can't help it, it's an addiction." Isaac sniggered back.
Lynnette rubbed her warm, clammy hands across Isaac's back at that moment. "Do you know what kind of wedding I want,
Isaac?"

"What kind?"
"I want it to be down at the church. I want my nieces to be wearing purple dresses. I want Isaiah to be in a little tuxedo, carrying
the ring down the aisle. I wanna see you dressed in that slick black and white tux that we saw last year at Clancy's department
store Downtown."
Isaac laid and listened with attentive ears as Lynnette rattled on about her fantasy wedding. He wished she could have seen the
ear to ear smile that was on his face right then. He wanted to bare his inner most joyous thoughts to her. For the first time since
they had been together, he was excited about getting married.
"Isaac," Lynnette moaned into his face, "I want so much for us. What happened back in November is just a distant memory. The
memories we make now are what will shape our future."
Isaac stared strangely at her and asked, "Is that from one of your poems, too?"
"Yeah, I just thought I'd slip it in at the right moment." She giggled.
Isaac, too, giggled along with her. "Do you remember when we were in the eleventh grade and we skipped school to go down to
Logan Park to hang out?"
"Yep, and I also remember getting home that afternoon and having my ass torn apart by my father after the school reported us
truant."
"But it was worth it though. We just walked around all day and did nothing but talk and make out."
"Yeah, it was a real nice day." Lynnette faintly uttered, creeping in and out of sleep.
Isaac looked down and took notice of her slurred speech. "It looks like we're gonna get a few feet of snow by morning. My dad
doesn't have to go to work tomorrow, so I'm gonna take his car and look for a job."
"Can you take Isaiah to his aunt's house in the morning, too? Since I have that early class? And don't forget to buy some Tylenol
nose drops for him; his cold is getting worse." Lynnette mumbled until cute little snores began to escape her mouth.
"Yeah, I can do that." Isaac whispered before kissing her on the cheek.
He laid there in bed for only a few more minutes before carefully climbing out and putting on his white undershirt that had the
word 'Dynomite!' printed across the front, along with a pair of long johns.

He then crept over and cut off the stereo before making his way to the door, stopping and looking back to mutter the words, "I
don't want you to think I'm crazy, Lynn."
He found it incredibly difficult at best to tear himself away from the sight of the woman he loved lying serenely in her bed. It was
like looking at a glowing figure. There was still someone left in the world that loved and trusted him all over again.
Isaac turned and stepped out of the warm confines of the bedroom and into the cool hallway. As he made his way out into the
living room, unbeknownst to Isaac, his mysterious phantom snuck behind him from out of nowhere and crept down the other end
of the hallway, as quiet and stealth as a mouse.
Isaac stood in front of the living room window and gazed out into the pink sky where huge snowflakes fell hard onto the already
snow covered ground. By then, the entire neighborhood was glazed in a finely coated mixture of both snow and light rain.
All day long he tortured himself by pondering on the woman back at the gas station. He was even thinking about her while eating
Lynnette out. It had become something of a recurring nightmare to him.
Her green Monte Carlo roaring away into traffic kept on beating into his head like a thousand drums all at once. Her eyes...her
bright, amber eyes caused his stomach to gurgle and turn over, as if he were becoming sick.
He lied to Lynnette when he told her about the headaches. He hated doing so, but it was all he could think of without having her
worry about him. All of the sudden, ever since leaving Ashlandview, everything he had chalked up to paranoia and superstition
had all come rushing back at him like a raging tsunami.
Rapidly, the coldness in the living room had become a mere afterthought; Isaac had his fear to keep him warm for the remainder
of the evening.
In a few months he would be getting married. The very next day, he would be leaving town. All Isaac could hope for was a
possible safe return.
A pathetic belly chuckle coughed up into his throat. Everything was real, he thought to himself.