Uncle Roy's secret

Chapter 1

Sucking Sadie Mae was only her nickname.

Here is how she got that way:

One day early ay-em Sadie Mae had become a little looped tippling the good stuff while cleaning up some of the artifacts strewn about Uncle Roy's Roadhouse.

The college crowd hung out at that establishment because of its down-home reputation and its being decorated with arrowheads, masks, zany sculptures created out of armadillo, alligator, and peccary hide to provide essential ambience. These artistic creations were to some extent meant to be taken as semblances of the surrounding educational institutions' team mascots.

Word was Sadie Mae in her alcohol delirium revived some of the bombed-out sorority sisters by kissing them.

Down there.

Where their pubic hair entwined so finely about their tasty little twatlips.

Kissed those sisters till they blistered and festered and all the rest.

Then blew some of the big fellows.

The jocks.

Sucked their cocks.

Right there where they had passed out on the floor of Uncle Roy's Roadhouse after a bout with a bit too much grain liquor.

Then the kicker.

Sadie Mae had her way.

Balled them.

All of them.

Boys and girls together.

In front of one another.

Sadie Mae had gotten down.

Gone down.

Pissed them down.

Symbolic and all that.

As the college crowd was wont to impart.

But that was just rumor.

Sadie Mae was not like that at all.

She just had a pair of those Cupid's bow lips that made everybody wish she did with them what they fancied she should.

"Come on, dollbaby," one of the raucous fraternity brothers yakked at Sadie Mae a little after midnight, winking at another dude down the counter from him drinking at the bar.

"You want another one?" Sadie Mae said to the first one.

Knowing he was having a little fun.

"Line them up," he said to Sadie Mae. "But I want you to take it away-I can pay you to do it if you want."

"Wha-?" Sadie Mae said, her hair getting in the way of her forced smile and lightly dancy eyes. "Can't hear you anyway-"

The guitar player wailed in the center of a distorted solo involving quick picking and relentless torquing of guitar strings. The bass picked up its lock-step as the singer took a breather and waltzed up to the bar.

Sadie Mae flashed her ass to the pack of dudes as cymbals crashed from the bandstand. The drummer rumbled in tandem with clinks of beer bottles and longlong drinks.

Tequila voice rasped:

"Whooo-ie! Sadie Mae-don't you let those shorts get in the way."

Macho next to him brayed:

"Maybe they'll fall down today-I can almost see the crack of her ass now-if she doesn't wiggle away too fast-"

A natural-blonde preppy bitch all lily-assed in from the east coast on a cheerleading scholarship could not take her eyes off Sadie Mae's hips. She licked her lips:

"Omigaaaaawd! You boys are so rude," she chewed lewdly through screwed lips. "While you all crawl •all over her, I'll watch."

"Come on, Mercedes," Sadie Mae yelped to her. "You already got your twat full with Bubba and Randy there."

"I don't care," Mercedes glared directly at Sadie Mae's two tits. "I might be able to get sooooome-thing out of it."

"Maybe Sadie Mae could," Bubba Buster blew out from between ballooned mouthcheeks, "teach Mercedes to use a few new crinkles."

"Might could," Sadie Mae jabbered. "Which don't necessarily mean I would."

"I might," Randy cawed brightly, "be able to instruct all of you regarding a thing or three. After another bullshot."

He downed a glug of tequila embedded in a short mug of beer.

Leered queerly.

Eyes bleared over.

Yap flapped wide.

Head drifted to the side.

LandedSmack!

– In the center of Mercedes's lap.

"Cut the crap," Mercedes cracked, yanking his head by the hair. "All your frigging slobbering got me wet there."

"Bet it was already," Sadie Mae said steadily so that none of them could tell if she was really joking or if it mattered.

"College brats," Sadie Mae nattered snottily as her barside charges cackled among themselves downing another round.

Sadie Mae hustled her bustle muscling drinks and keeping the college kids entranced with the movement of her pants.

She saw her kind-of-siblings Little Ramona and Sallie Anne dribbling and giggling dancing with a man in a khaki sportjacket with rodeo piping, shiny boots, and string tie whom Sadie Mae had seen prance in with the band.

He was brushed up against their glands. Smooching their hands.

Looked to Sadie Mae as though the dude had some definite plans.

Now Little Ramona-Sadie Mae reflected that-her nickname she had gotten just like that. Cause she was little.

Delicate bone structure.

Slim waist.

Narrow hips.

Tiny tits.

Little bit on the diffident side so at first you might think she had a little mind.

Then she'd blindside you with how smart: a little devil she was.

Which was why Uncle Roy had Little Ramona more or less manage his joint while he was inside. Which brought to Sadie Mae's mind the sobriquet Sallie Anne had claimed for her own.

Called her Fucking Sallie Inside because Sallie Anne ran.a.whorehouse service for the boys incarcerated for the time being down the road along with Uncle Roy.

Sallie Anne enjoyed her work.

She herself did not have to swallow the pork, Sallie Anne rather lined up the assignations, catalogued according to preference, for the lads to dork damsels and uncork cases of Uncle Roy's special brew while allowed out of the big house on weekend passes for good behavior.

In fact, Sallie Anne was like an unofficial parole officer, Sadie Mae thought, shaking her butt while shimmying a jug full of Wildfire Margaritas-so named because they were made with pure tequila- no ice-twist of lime peel only and a bone-sizzling wallop of picante sauce.

"Say, boss," Sadie Mae coughed out. "What was the name of that drink you wanted?"

"I said," the red-faced dude in the crew-necked jersey in the colors of the university with a number stitched on underneath the yoke jawed, "Sadie Mae. I want a blow job."

Sadie Mae filled a narrow glass flute with a mixture of chocolate and coffee cream liqueurs. She added a fillup of whipped cream to the top and reamed her mouthlips slowly.

"Mmmmm," Sadie Mae mewed snidely. "Looks good enough to swallow."

"It's for you," the jock dude in the athletic duds said smugly.

Sadie Mae batted her eyes.

Ran them from side to side underneath the fluttering eyelids.

Peepers wide:

"Why, I can't do that!"

"Come on."

"I might lose my job-"

He flounced his paw out and rubbed his thumb along the pads of his index and middle claws. A dry shuffling sound.

Sadie Mae shot her head around.

Scraped her peepers through the crowd as though staring out loud.

He said again:

"Come on."

Placed a knob of moist currency afloat on the swamplike dregs along the bar counter.

"I guess I could drink some-"

"I'm ready."

Sadie Mae placed her hands behind her back. Slacked her jaw.

Dipped her head.

"All right!"

Embedded her tongue raucously on the creamy tip of the drink.

"Bodacious."

Opened her mouthlips wider and took the rim of the glass inside.

"Outrageous."

Threw back her head.

"Smack those lips, sis."

Tresses rested on her shoulders and strung down her bare back.

"Sssss-uuuiiu-ucker!"

Chugalugged the entire drink into her mug. Glazed her gullet.

Smirked as she let some of the nacreous white liquor-laced syrup drain from the side of her lower mouthlip.

Drip over her chin.

Dapple the patch of ultra-white skin at the roots of her boobs and between them. She let the lad lick the drops off her.

After all, it was his drink.

He paid for it.

Tipped Sadie Mae a lot.

And Sadie Mae actually spat the drink out daintily into the sink as soon as the dude wasn't looking or maybe while he was.

Of course, sometimes the guys would drink it right from her own lips.

If they were in shape for it.

"I'll have one of those," the singer in the punkrock clothes said. "Less you got something better for me."

"We got something called Sex on the Beach-with iced vodka and nine different rums-"

"That's a little out of my reach."

He perused the fringes of cuntpleach straggling from Sadie Mae's snatch.

Pussfur snaggling out from underneath her frayed panties and the stringy frazzled slants of her shortshort cutoff shorts.

"How about a Screaming Orgasm?" Sadie Mae posed. "You look like you could use one of those. Grain alcohol straight up with a snuff of locoweed to help you off."

"I'm game."

Sadie Mae smiled.

He was a tame one, regardless of whether he was dressed like a hoodlum from a low-budget science fiction movie with bleached hair, leather, and studs all over the place.

"You from around here?" Sadie Mae said setting the drink down.

"Louisiana. Lafayette. That's my name, too. You like our sound?"

"Huh?"

"The band-"

Lafayette took a sip of the drink.

Made an unguarded face.

Sat the glass down again in front of him. Took a pinch of snuff from the tin Sadie Mae had sat beside it.

Then suckered the rest of the juice down.

"Burns," Lafayette said. "Good stuff. But I didn't get no orgasm."

"Have another?" Sadie Mae snickered.

A hand-slim fingered and bigger than most-now rested on Lafayette's shoulderblades.

Sportjacket, string tie.

Bootheels clicking just underneath the din of the jukebox as the band lurched into silence taking a break between sets.

"Howdy. Eye-dee."

"Don't have identification with me," Lafayette said. "But I'm old enough. I was in the army."

He showed a tattooed bicep.

"I can get one of those," the man said, "any cub scout could," flashing out a wallet with a badge pinned inside of the leather flap. "Tell me something, boy. Where you from?"

"Please," Sadie Mae said. "He's one of the musicians in the group playing tonight."

"Sorry. Law is you gotta card everyone."

"Fuckingchrist," Sadie Mae said. "Mister. You better talk to Little Ramona-"

"Already did, No luck for you there. Seems she and her sister clearly propositioned me-on behalf of some other available ladies-"

Of course.

Sadie Mae should have known something was screwy about the cleancut dude in Western duds including shiny boots.

Usually in these particular parts only foreigners- tourists, collegiate types-and sometimes off-duty state troopers wore these allegedly traditional get-ups.

Sadie Mae snuffed.

"This is a set-up," Sadie Mae snorted. "I saw you come in-your papers say you're Yancey? I saw you came in with Lafayette."

"So I did," the string-tied one said, "At the same time at any rate."

"Just a fucking minute," Sadie Mae said. "Pm calling the real police."

"Yancey, please," Lafayette said. "My man? Pm willing to do the chilling-I believe this was primarily my fault."

"Maybe just give them a summons-huh? A fine? Some other time. Some hero you are. And you know what happens to heros without exception-"

Little Ramona came through the crowd.

"See, Yancey?" Ramona said. "Everything's legit here. We were only kidding before. Sallie Anne and me ain't whores."

Little Ramona's tight pyramidal nippletips were visible through her sleeveless teeshirt sweat-wettened to near transparency.

"Well, I sure am embarrassed," Yancey said, dancing his revolver from his waist, "about this case of mistaken identity," holding the firearm to his face and clicking it twice to inspect the chambers like looking at his fingernails. "Regardless. We're closing the place."

Little Ramona thought she read Yancey's mind.

"What's the fine?"

"You could do time for that, little lady."

"For fuck's sake," Sallie Anne gagged through caked craw. "Lighten up."

"Nothing light about attempted bribery."

Little Ramona barfed:

"There's something illegal about all of this. Since Deputy Yancey insists, I'll telephone the local constabulary-"

"Be my guest," Yancey said.

Slowly there was a tide of turned heads crawling over the crowded dancefloor and booths and tables. Youths who wanted to evade any trouble at all-being too drunk for comfort, whatever-made way for the doorways in slow daze. Customers of Uncle Roy's roadhouse faded away.

"Looks like we're closed anyway," Sadie Mae said as she noticed both Lafayette's and Yancey's heads moving back and forth.

The boys were apparently popping their gaze between Sallie Anne and Sadie Mae and seeming to note a physical resemblance that might have been generic or might have been familial.

"We want a biowjob," Randy and Bubba rang in tandem, oblivious, or nearly so, to the score going down in Uncle Roy's Roadhouse as they fooled around with Mercedes, now ensconced in a rear booth with toots of beer and straight alcohol.

Sadie Mae hemmed and hawed.

Looked toward Little Ramona, who spoke leisurely, with some eagerness.

"Sure. Well close up."

Sadie Mae thought she would try a stay of execution: "How about some of our friends stay to help us out?"

"No bones about that," Yancey said, scratching one of his earlobes.

"Come on," Ramona said to Yancey and Sallie Anne. "We need us privacy."

Sadie Mae wiped a tray as Ramona and Sallie Anne sashayed with Yancey and Lafayette back into the small office. Through the window pane Sadie Mae saw the boys in the band land their minimal array of equipment in the back of a cabined truck.

Lounged around blowing smoke.

Sucking beer.

Not too antsily.

Not overly concerned.

Merely waiting for their lead singer to return.

"Blowjob," Mercedes shrieked. "A real one. This is fun. Come!"

Mercedes looked down into Randy's opened crotch. Cool pinkish white cockmeat crowed in a limber curve up his belly.

Mercedes licked her chops.

Took pricktip between thumb and forefingers.

Lingered.

Looking longingly for an instant.

Saw the jimstick hop.

Dipped her head.

Corked her mouth with dingdong.

"Yum."

Tamped it in.

Mercedes sucked the penis in down her throat. Ran her fingers under the nuts.

"Unh."

Randy's hips bucked.

Mercedes clucked Randy's hard-on on the tip of her tongue.

Ran her dentition in the crease between the head of the dick and the thickening bulge of its shank, Jacked it with jaw.

Bubba Buster foamed his craw over with a load of beer.

Leered inwardly.

Saw from a side angle the twanger jammed inside Mercedes's mouth.

Watched the way Randy skittered about.

"Uuuuuh."

Bubba sat the mug down.

Played his paw along his lower face and scraped brew onto his wrist.

Took a gander at the insistent twisting of Mercedes's mouthlips.

Torquing Randy's hammering hard-on with scratchy slides of her tongue.

"Eeeaaaooouuugh."

Bubba jerked off at the yip:

"Say, Mercedes, my sweet. How about a kiss for this one?"

Silent or unheard whimpers.

"Since you insist," Bubba said with aimless flicks of both wrists.

Bubba yanked the hair at the back of Mercedes's head. Reached into his own trousers and frittered around a bit.

Unbuttoned his fly.

Extracted a nib of flesh.

Engorged growler gaped up like a disturbed tyrannosaurus rex.

Scenting prey.

Bubba's dinosaur dingalingdong pumped up strong in his fist.

Prick dinge-colored with wide arrowhead tip. Nothing fancy.

A sleek trim lancetip.

Just right for Mercedes's yip.

A dart to flip down their bull's-eye right below and between Mercedes's hips.

A bolt to bing between her boobs.

Spear to chuck into her bucket.

Nearly the thickness of his forearm.

Nuggets in a sack encased in a swarm of richly textured pudhair.

"Hey! Come on, Mercedes. Give this boy some of your mouth."

Jukebox clanged away.

Two of the musicians came through the side door and took away several cases of beer in partial payment for their abbreviated services of the evening. Giving Sadie Mae the eyeballs.

Asking what was up with Lafayette.

"Who?"

Sadie Mae screwed her lips. Stretched them out into a Cupid's bow grin.

"He's in with them. Shouldn't be too long. Not really any trouble."

Sadie Mae's quim had begun bubbling just as soon as she had suspected that Mercedes and Randy and Bubba might be carrying on in back of the roadhouse undetected.

She mad an uneducated guess about what might be going on.

Satisfied to imagine and give herself to fantasy, she continued to work behind the bar and occasion^ ally limber her clitoris with her fist.

While Mercedes sucked Randy off, Bubba wedged his thumbs into her strapless blouse. Mercedes blew prick witheringly.

Blithely allowing Bubba to roll her top down and skirt up.

"Fuuuuu-uck! Fuck me. Suuuuu-uck! I'll suck Randy of first while Bubba fucks me and then do the reverse. Like in football."

A squall of sweat ran off Bubba's back as he stripped off his shirt.

Mercedes's mouth flirted with Bubba's shirttail. She chewed it like a cud as Randy slung his whanger up between her dugs.

Pug-nosed nippletips nudged against Randy's whining twanger.

Skin shiny.

Nips and prickhead bulging.

Reddened.

Tingling to the touch.

"Too much."

Pink flesh strewn with nerve endings. Bodies bending like dying willows.

Billowing lobes.

Sizzling cuntfolds.

Oiled hawgmeat ready to greet more grease before the real feast.

Shimmering with fucksweat.

Yeasty cunt juices fermented inside Mercedes's rippling quim.

Legs thumping.

Rhythmically pumping.

"Don t quit."

Mercedes hitched her skirt higher.

Bubba climbed up her thighs.

Randy reamed her wide-angled yawp again with the edge of his twanger.

"Aiiinh!"

Mercedes's ass shimmied from side to side as Bubba drew down her panties. His phalanges roamed her dainties.

Fingertips tainted with rutsweat. Painting her underbelly with her own slime.

Straight from her pussy, where juices ran in sluices between two sets of lips. Outer and inner labia gave way.

Bubba's fingers did the walking through Mercedes's cabbage patch as his pet rocks began to jump in his jimjam.

Cheerleader Mercedes bleated:

"Give me an off!"

"Eff!" Randy and Bubba chimed.

"Yew!"

"Yew!"

"Give me a see!"

"See!"

"Give me a keh!"

"Keh!"

"What's that spell?"

"Fuck!"

"What's that spell?"

"Fuuuuu-uck!"

"What's that spell?"

"Fuuu-"

"Uuuuu-"

"Uuuckkk!"

Randy strafed Mercedes's yip.

Tossed down a slug of beer with a rearward flip of his chin.

Drove dong in.

"Uuuchk!"

Stuck it down her throat. bloated ballocks bounced against Mercedes's moving maw. Her paws gripped gonads.

Massaged balls.

"Awn!"

Bubba lobbed his log upside her hips. Slipped his dick between.

The crack of her buttocks squealed and screamed as Bubba creamed.

"No!"

Hot come candied Mercedes's bum.

"You fucking monkey," Mercedes belched. "I want your jizz inside me."

"Just thought I'd get your hiney hide coated," Bubba croaked, "before I loaded up again. Don't worry none. More where that came from."

Bubba jammed his thumb in her bum.

"Nnnnngh."

Mercedes's anus oinked open.

Like a gopher, Bubba's thumb burrowed deep into Mercedes's assflesh.

"The rest!"

"I guess I should run my stinger in," Bubba said deadpan. "First I got to get it coated with some of Mercedes's cuntcome."

"Uuuuunh."

Bubba ran his dick up the insides of Mercedes's legs from the back.

Played it around her asscrack.

Drew it under and pecked it inside her quim lightly. Stammered it against her clitoris as she wriggled like a fish.

"Fuckit."

Bubba fucked her cunt.

Rutted her slyly.

To the boiling point.

Cock anointed with Mercedes's flashes of ladygoo, he slithered it from her stew. Passed penis along her underside.

Buttered her backside.

Pinched his thumb and index finger inside the rim of her fanny.

"Eiii!"

Dug dickhead inside.

"Uhhuh."

Prickstem buried to the neck in the assrim. Bubba trimmed her tush once and then busted it back into her cunt.

Fucked her frontside.

"Aiiiiinh! I wanted it in the ass. Fuck my fanny. Run it in."

"Again-momentarily. I must lubricate it to be fair about it."

"Lemme suckit."

Bubba bobbed his penis toward her mouth. Bounced Randy aside and stood astride Mercedes.

With both her hands, Mercedes ran two twangers into her jaw.

Dual dicks pistoned through her fists. Asses twisted wildly.

Piled flesh and muscle pulsed like the blaze of a wildfire to the wind. Teeth ground grimly into rich wet flesh.

Prim pussy chattered through lips fluttering like caged birdies.

Firm friction slicked by sheen of rutsweat.

Bathing glossed bodies.

"Ahau pawpaw pawpaw pawpaw pawpaw ahau maumau. Pawpaw ahau maumau."

Bubba wired his whanger down Mercedes's neck. Rutted her boobcage, hips, and legs like a hound begging for jack-off.

Then corked her ass.

"Uuuuunh huh."

Ran it in.

"Ulgh-liiigh."

Fast.

Impaled her tail entirely.

Stuck quail.

Bubbling on a spit.

Mercedes's limbs flailed wildly.

Torso twitched spasmically.

Eyes glimmered maniacally.

She climaxed clitorally.

Fingers playing herself.

As she suckered cock.

Like octopussy.

And took prick up her ass in fast ruts like a poker stoking coals.

Anus chewing cockmeat.

Igniting like wood shavings to the spark of sharp twirling stick.

"Uuuuunh. Eaaaaauuugh. Na na-na. Unh. Onh. Inh, Enh. Anh."

Gored by bullhorn.

Cored like an apple was she.

Bumfucked Mercedes.

Her flaming asshole.

Tripping fingers.

Sinuous tongue.

"Mmmmmfgh."

Mercedes's slack jaws spewed saliva over Randy's-hammering nougats.

"Got some good juice coming up."

Randy bandied his hips about in loose jerking circles. Quirked cock.

Pressed pecker in.

"Mmmmm."

Drew it out.

"Naaaaaw."

"Let's see, Mercedes. You ready for these nuggets to go off?"

"Ingh. Ungh."

Randy gave Mercedes's choppers a chance to romance the tip of his twanger. Then banged her hard with choad.

"Tee hee."

"Take a deep breath."

Dork snapped.

Crackled.

Popped.

Pecker puked-up come.

"Uuulgh."

Jizzom overflowed Mercedes's mouth. Her long sweat-sweetened hair flowered out about Randy's rutting thighs.

Cascades of curds cackled down all of Mercedes's cheeks.

Buttocks shiny with Bubba's ointment.

Randy's rutjuice frosting her lips.

Mercedes's teeth glued together.

Cock and arse tethered together.

"Fuckit. Fuckit somemore. I got to come some. I'm come-miiiiing,"

She moved her hips back. Took a deep whack from Bubba's jimjam.

Ramrodded hard.

"Omigawd!"

Come bubbled inside Mercedes's mouth as she licked out the eyehole of Randy's hangar. Peppered her tonsils with scum.

Felt penis writhe in her bum.

"Yes."

He fucked her slickly.

"Again."

Rutted ticklishly.

"Now."

Blasted her brilliantly.

"Aiiiii!"

Bubba cracked her cranny wide.

"Yesyesyes."

Cockhead pressed up from where it had nibbled Mercedes's cunt and clitbud.

Stood hard and coated within her rosebud rectum. Pullulating cream.

Jizzomic extrusions added to the running cunt-come, rutsweat, assoils collected in Mercedes's erupting cunny cranny.

Sadie Mae finished stacking glasses and mugs along the top of the bar. She took the top off a long-necked bottle of brew and threw it off down her throat in a series of sucks.

Thought she would see if Randy, Bubba, and Mercedes felt like helping her load the glassware into the washer while she took a breather and maybe saw what fucking Sallie Anne and Little Ramona were up to with Yancey and that other dude whose name-Lafayette?-she really didn't remember because as she realized now she had been to busy looking at him.

Trying to see through all of that rock musician get-up of leather, tattoos, studs in his duds and ear. To get a handle on who he really was.

Sadie Mae got a buzz from the slug of beer. Paused an instant.

Glugged down some more.

"Shit," Sadie Mae said. "Have to peepee. Let's see if I can go another round-"

Yancey sat down at the desk across from Little Ramona as Sallie Anne drew out a long cigarette and lit one for Lafayette.

"So, Yancey," Little Ramona said with but a touch of snideness in her eyes, "You new on the local force? Haven't seen you before."

"Of course I could claim to have been sent in from another jurisdiction due to my vice squad specialties* But I only lie occasionally."

"Gimme a fucking break," Sallie Anne said. "You in with him, Lafayette?"

Lafayette let out a slow breath.

"Paid me up front to go through that stunt at the bar. Said he just had to put the fear of the law among you all and that I was more or less doing you a good deed-sides, there was some speed the other guys in the group had on them and-"

"Please," Little Ramona said with extreme leanness to her lips.

"I am an honorary deputy," Yancey said. "But that's mainly cause I helped the police out in connection with a robbery hereabouts couple weeks ago after I first got into town."

Silence.

Lack of interest.

Yancey continued nevertheless.

"Well, you see, I am on the faculty of anthropology at State-specialize in crosscultural criminology-this semester's my first."

Ramona drew herself up tall behind the desk as she fingered a few ornaments of turquoise and jade laid out along the blotter.

Yancey kept his peepers right there where Ramona played with the gemstones as he spoke, now smoking one of Sallie Anne's cigs:

"Some artifacts were burgled-mainly Native American stuff-couple of the patrons at a certain art collector's party robbed-"

"Think I read about it," Sallie Anne slurred. "No, wait. I ain't read nothing lately like that-maybe it was on tee-vee?"

Little Ramona felt up a line of small stone statuettes and ornaments. Mauled her mein with mincing movements of skin and bone in combination cuteness and lewdness:

"So, Mister or Deputy or Doctor or Professor Yancey-you aren't in this for the money, the fuck, nor the fun of it."

Yancey smiled mildly.

"That's pretty near correct. You might say I'm in it for all of the above. Plus some other stuff that is equally important-"

"He wants us to screw him," Sallie Anne blew. "What do you say, Lafayette? Then he'll more than likely help hisself to our cashbox. Now that should be fun-"

Yancey yawned blindly:

"Save your imagination for the time being, sister-you'll need what's left of it a little later. Right now I've got something a bit more mundane in mind,"