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.

up his loses, wrapped his arm around her body

"I'm sorry." He pitifully whispered into

Lynnette turned over. "I didn't mean to spoil the mood." She whispered back. "I guess I'm still

anything, girl. Isaac replied as

into his hairy chest. As she lay there, Isaac could hear a sudden chuckle begin to bubble from out of her

"What's so funny?" He glared

Lynnette looked into Isaac's eyes and said, "Isaac, if I asked you to be honest with me, would

"I have before,

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

"I just have these headaches every

believe in us. I don't know what you went through back at Ashlandview, but

and sat around in a circle and talked

"You and your cream pies."

can't help it,

hands across Isaac's back at that moment. "Do you

"What kind?"

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

could have seen the ear to ear smile that was on his face right then. He wanted to bare his inner most joyous

"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

stared strangely at her and asked, "Is that from one of your poems,

"Yeah, I just thought I'd slip it in at

her. "Do you remember when we were in the eleventh grade and we skipped school to go

"Yep, and I also remember getting home that afternoon and having my ass torn apart by my father after the school

walked around all day and did nothing but