Charmaine Descastries

by Devon Pitlor, M.A. Econ.

I. The many love nests of Hayden Cutter

T ypically, they lived in a mobile home,

Chairmaine Descastries and her sister Jaeden.
Their father had disappeared years before, and
their mother had been the first in Port Border to
perish when a freakish wave of avian fever rippled
unexpectedly through the town. With what little
was left to them, all Jaeden could arrange for
herself and her then eight year old sister was a
"trailer," and that was bought at the price of
whatever value her lithe body could demand at
the age of nineteen.

It was Hayden Cutter who took up the slack,

provided the housing, and made Jaeden's bed his
sometimes nest. Hayden was a fiercely
handsome and devlishly wicked scoundrel who
managed the mobile home park and lived
variously with several of the unitary female
tenants from whom he collected rent in various
forms, some too obscene to describe in normal
company and from others just in cash. Nearly
everything that Hayden did, if known or pursued
by law, would have cumulated in a prison
consignment several times longer than Hayden's
expected lifespan from age 28 onward, but
perhaps the most malevolent charge against him
was his unabashed pedophilia. Hayden bragged
that he could bed any young girl as soon as she
crossed the hormonal threshhold into puberty---
this being established in the normal visual way by
the flowering of pubic hair and the nascent
development of feminine curvature and the timely
onset of breasts. With great emphasis, Hayden
maintained his faithful disinterest in pre-
pubescent females but instead waited eagerly for
the first signs of their vernal awakening and was
always on hand to welcome them, however
young, into the springtime of their passions.

Jaeden Descastries knew that Hayden had kept

a close eye on her younger sister for some time.
Charmaine was only an undeveloped child, but
she already radiated the promise of becoming an
outstanding and sensational teenage "wet dream"
(Hayden's favorite term for alluring and
underaged girls whom, being appropirately nubile,
would naturally fall one day within the boundaries
of his sexual purview). What Jaeden did not know
at the time, as Hayden lay stretched out alongside
her in bed, was that Hayden had read something
once. It was not like Hayden to read.
II. What Hayden read

Hayden Cutter had literally grown up on an air

mattress under his drunken uncle's trailer.
Cardboard boxes kept the snow and cold wind
from freezing him in the winter, and he had grown
into a frighteningly viril beast by the age of twelve.
He poisoned his uncle one day by putting anti-
freeze in his whiskey, and turned on the glow of
boyish innocence when the authorities came to
take the old man's body off for examination. He
emerged as totally innocent, and for the first time
he could remember in his life, he moved in
between four actual walls "upstairs" into his dead
uncle's trailer. Management of the dilapidated
mobile home park had passed naturally to him as
if it were a bequeathment, and he willingly began
to terrorize the woebegone residents for monthly
rent. He also learned that single mothers could
pay either a little less or a little more, the case
being whichever, with whatever physical
endowments they had banked. And "trailer trash"
has a high capital of female physical coinage, as
Hayden learned from his earliest teenage years
on.

Moving "upstairs" into his dead uncle's double-

wide, Hayden's first job was to carry out all the
rags, dirty blankets and rotting newspapers and
burn them in the driveway. The old man had
smelled horribly all Hayden's life, and even his
collection of pornographic magazines were
soaked with the urine which the aging drunk had
usually been too lazy to discharge into the non-
functioniong toilet or, more typically, into the
brown field behind.

It was while burning this old newsprint, most of

which had also served as bedclothes for the dead
uncle, that Hayden's eye was caught by the
likeness of a comely naked lass in a magazine
called (appropriately) Wet Dreams and the title of
an article by someone named Koah Granch
beneath it. The article was a short piece which
dealt with how a young girl could be brought
prematurely into puberty by exposing her to
graphic sexual material. It dealt with the
"explosion" of hormones in pre-teens and how by
showing young girls pictures and videos of sexual
union, the former would be accelerated forward in
their race to adolescence.

It was perhaps the longest bit of prose that

Hayden had ever read before or since, but it was
sufficient to give him an idea. He would supply
then-eleven year old Charmaine with
pornographic VHS tapes and turn her into viable
prey sooner than nature's all too slow course
would have normally taken. Acting as a friend, he
gave Charmaine some videos, and obligingly, as
would an obedient child, Charmaine watched
them.
 By the last month of her eleventh year,
Charmaine was in full bloom. Of course, Hayden
had already enjoyed the company of even
younger girls whose natural clocks ticked evn
faster, but Charmaine, a livid beauty, was the
prize. And Hayden was close to winning it.

III. Hayden strikes

In bed with Jaeden, following a frenzied and

somewhat sodomistic coitus, Hayden told Jaeden
of his plan. It would mean a month's free rent, a
great but unspecified amount of powder cocaine,
and the "opportunity" for Charmaine to
"experience womanhood" at age eleven. Jaeden
confirmed that her little sister had recently had
her first monthly discharge and that indeed
Charmaine had armpit and pubic hairs, a symbol
of great importance to Hayden, the ultimate green
light he had been waiting for. Charmaine
overheard their conversation through the thin
mobile home walls where, in curiosity, she had
started listening into the animal sounds of their
chaotic lovemaking. Confusion, a sense of
obedience, and somewhat strong urges of
burgeoning carnal inquisitiveness welled up
within her, and she flushed red upon hearing
Hayden explain to Jaeden that he "would fuck her
here"---meaning in the trailer itself. Jaeden,
knowing no other life, acquiesced and told
Charmaine that Hayden would come the next
morning and that she would be out for a while
while the deed was done. Charmaine expressed
fear. She had glimpsed Hayden's size before and
doubted as any young girl would that it would fit
inside of her. Jaeden dispelled that worry by
producing a plastic bottle of sexual lubricant and
explaining to Charmaine how to use it prior to
actual penetration. Jaeden's final word on the
subject was something like "Don't worry, Honey, it
will be okay. You may actually like it."

In truth, Jaeden liked it a lot. She had always

had a deep longing for the man who collected her
rent and made outright demands on her body. In
her own way, she felt that by offering him
Charmaine free of complications, she would
somehow hold onto Hayden and by some miracle
solidity their mutual affection. At nineteen,
Jaeden wanted a steady man and wanted to have
his baby. Charmaine, her eleven year old sister,
seemed to be a piece in this strange mosaic,
though Jaeden could not express exactly how or
why.

And so the next day it happened. There is no

need to bore the reader with lurid or graphic
details. Hayden roared into the Descastries
driveway in his pickup, gravel flying in all
directions and engine pounding an irregular
rhythm through the non-existent mufflers. He
strode into the trailer and called for Charmaine,
asked her if she knew why he was there, and
proceeded to enjoy to his fullest the gifts of her
earliest pulchritude.

IV. Five years later

Five years from this encounter, following many

more of the same, Charmaine Descastries arrived
reasonably unblemished at the age of fifteen.
Nearing sixteen, as she was, all the earlier
predictions had proven true: She was a ravishing
and stunning girl-child, well aware of the
irresistable effects she rendered on boys and men
of all ages. For five years she had serviced
Hayden Cutter upon his demand and, surprisingly
seemed little the worse for it.

Jaeden, however, was---quite unsurprisingly---

dead. It was an overdose of bitartrate of
hydrocodone, self-administered the police said.
At her funeral, Hayden kissed one of her many
tattoos, and her body was laid unceremoniously
to rest in the free civic cemetary.

Charmaine lived alone in the trailer after her

sister's death and contined to entertain Hayden
whenever he came by. She also brought home
boys of her own age from school, this upon
Hayden's request, and consented to being filmed
having sex with them. Thus Hayden augmented
his income by the sale of child pornography,
which always enjoys a brisk trade, and by
bartering the seductive passion of Charmaine to
boys who would sell his various pharmaceutical
products around Port Border upon his demand.

The arrangement, like all that Hayden had

accomplished in his life, seemed to work very well
and completely bypassed any attention from law
enforcement personnel.

But in Charmaine's state, sixteen was the

legally marriageable age, and Charmaine knew it.
A month before her sixteenth birthday, she
confronted Hayden with her desire to be lawfully
wed and live as his wife. Hayden was bad to the
bone, and that attracted Charmaine. She had
known very little else in life. To wrest this
attractive 33 year old man away from his other
"nests" became her sole goal in life. She told him
that she knew he had supplied vicotin to her sister
and detailed picturesquely for him the substance
of several other jailable crimes he had committed.
She wanted to possess Hayden, who had been
her first. In fact, her appetite caused her to desire
him so obsessively that she risked her own life by
threatening him with legal recourse.

And she got her way. Hayden put on a clean

pair of jeans one day and married Charmaine.
The wedding, if one could call it that, does not
merit either description or contemplation. It really
changed nothing, except that Charmaine
immediately ceased using pills and became
pregnant, which had been her fondest desire all
along. To bear Hayden's child was a milestone.
Like Hayden, the child would be starkly beautiful
and viril and/or nubile to a degree far above the
common herd.

Viril turned out to be the right adjective. The

child, a boy, was named Kai. Even as a baby, Kai
was very handsome.

V. Two more years pass.

Summary: Charmaine turns 18. Hayden turns

35. Nothing else changed. Even Jaeden's old
pictorial calendar of 1991 remained on the trailer
wall. The bedsheets sometimes went unchanged
for months at a time. Hayden still introduced
boys into the house and filmed them having sex
with Charmaine and sold them over a new
medium called the Internet. Life goes on.

But there were a few more developments,

better summarized in names: After Kai came
Morgan and Madison, and a year after Madison
came Joshua---all smooth, symmetrical and
attractive children, and Charmaine was pleased.
It is hard to say how Hayden felt...or if Hayden felt.
But there were kids around.
Four of them. Nice kids. Trailer park-tough kids.
The torch passed to another generation.

VI. Charmaine asks to learn how to drive.

By age 19, Charmaine wanted, not

unsurprisingly, to learn to drive. Hayden liked her
better at home. Charmaine wanted to shop, or so
she said. She wanted to get out. She wanted
some sort of mobility. Timidly she asked
Hayden's permission to take a driving course and
get a license, and Hayden said no.
So for the first time in their relationship,
Charmaine became hysteric, started screaming
and stamped out the trailer door in the direction of
her best friend, Lori's, mobile home. When she
got to Lori's, Lori welcomed her as usual with a
hug and a glass of vodka. The two women sat the
night on the trailer porch drinking and agreeing
that Hayden was a bastard...but a strong, sensual
and attractive bastard...to which Lori could well
agree, as she had been sleeping with Hayden for
years to cover a part of her rent. Lori was just
another on Hayden's collection rounds. No big
deal there. Nothing new.

As day broke over the mobile home park,

Charmaine, after a brief sleep, decided that she
had cried enough and started walking back to her
and Hayden's trailer. As she rounded the hill, she
saw Hayden, shirtless, muscular arms bulging,
sitting on the cement block which served as a
doorstep. At once, she sensed that something
was wrong.

VII. Conclusion.

"Better not go in there," Hayden warned as

Charmaine attempted to enter her dead sister's
mobile home.

Of course, you the reader [if I have any readers,

which is doubtful] know why. If you have read
this far, you are not stupid. You know why
Hayden said that and exactly what fear exploded
in Charmaine's heart.

And you, reader, are right. What you might think

happened, DID happen.

It was fated from the start, a part of an endless

cycle wherein the alpha male dominates by
destroying his offspring.

Hayden said that he wanted to save them the

"shame" of having their mother walk out on them.
Or at least that is what he told the police when the
four little bodies were gathered. Two of them
smothered. Another shot through the forehead
and the fourth smashed with an end wrench
through the back of the skull.
Four small dead bodies lying here and there on
the soiled carpeting of the creaky mobile home.

And Charmaine beyond tears, stuffing grass and

dirt and old newpapers in her mouth....anything to
stop herself from screaming.

And so, another predictable cycle was completed.

And it will start once again, if it already hasn't.

But we all know it has.

by Devon Pitlor, June 2008