Sex and Violence in Hollywood by Ray Garton Read Free Book Online

amused smile.
    “I’m Rain,” she said. When Adam looked confused, she continued: “I thought we oughtta get to know each other. We’re gonna be spending a lotta time together.”
    “We are?”
    “Yep. For as long as I can take it, anyway. Long as I’m here, I want to make sure there’s somebody to fuck.” She had a generous mouth, and it spread into a large smile now, revealing small, impeccably white teeth. “Got a problem with that?”
    Cold water splashed in Adam’s stomach when he realized who she was.
    Gwen named her daughter Rain? he thought.
    Her eyes darted over his face before she dropped suddenly, disappeared from Adam’s field of vision. He felt her breath on his penis, which was already hard.
    “Okay, wait a second, wait a second,” he said as he grabbed her upper arms and lifted her. “Maybe, uh...I don’t know...” He turned off the shower. “Maybe we should step out of the shower and talk.”
    “You don’t look like you wanna have a fuckin’ conversation, honey,” she said, smiling at his erection.
    He turned off the shower, stepped around her—skin slid together like satin—opened the door and stepped out. He grabbed his towel and scrubbed his wet hair, then his body as he left the bathroom. He heard her moving around behind him as he opened a dresser drawer and poked around inside.
    It was a messy drawer, like all the others. He could not find his new underwear. Now that there was a horny naked girl in his room, the only underwear he could find were the boxers he had bought at a science fiction convention, all covered with Japanese movie monsters. Godzilla, Rodan, Mothra, Ghidra, all over his underwear. He closed the drawer, opened another.
    “I like your ass,” Rain said casually, getting closer. “It’s a happy ass.”
    “Thank you,” Adam said. “You should’ve been here last week when it was really depressed. You could’ve cheered it up.” He found a pair of gray cotton boxers, put them on.
    “Hey, you’re putting away the fuckin’ toys,” she said, beside him now. “Got a hot date, or something?”
    “Yes, as a matter of fact, I do.” He turned to find a shirt.
    “Why do you talk like that?”
    Adam stopped, turned to her. “Like...what?”
    “Like Mr. Douglas on My Three Sons. Y’know, on TV Land? Like you got a long stick wrapped in silk shoved so far up your ass, it’s operating your head.”
    Adam gave it some thought. “You mean...like a ventriloquist dummy?”
    She went to him, put her arms around his waist and leaned on him. “No, I mean like Mr. Douglas on My Three Sons. And Mr. Douglas on Green Acres, too, come to think of it. Coupla fuckin’ hard-ons.”
    “Are you saying I’m a hard-on?”
    “You have a hard-on.” She laughed, then gnawed on his neck.
    “But are you saying I am one?”
    Her eyes flitted over the features of his face, over his hair. “Maybe a little uptight.”
    “Well, however it seems to you, I’m not uptight.” He went to his closet. “I am kind of anxious to get ready for my date, though.” He put on a shirt, then jeans. “Um, in fact, you might want to put on some clothes, too.”
    “I like being naked.”
    “What if your mother walks in?”
    Rain frowned and walked over to Adam, stood in front of him. “Why would she just walk into your bedroom?”
    “She lives here, it’s her house, remember?” At the same time, he was thinking, Oh, shit, can she tell? Is there some kind of mother-daughter mind meld thing nobody told me about?
    He tried combing his hair in the mirror, but she kept getting in his way, frowning, eyes moving slowly up and down his body.
    “Have you been fucking my mom?” she asked.
    Adam felt the question in his intestines. Rolled his eyes. “Of course not.”
    “Well, don’t. She’s trouble.”
    “You think?”
    “She’s a cunt. I hate her guts. How about you? What’s your dad like?”
    “My dad? He’s like waking up on Christmas morning with a case of explosive diarrhea and