32 The Trash-scriber Dreams

The days passed much as the previous days on the farm Joe continued to do as little as humanly possible. Young Three continued to try to make him stronger but it just didn't take.

However on the 9th day of drown proofing him she succeeded. She held his head underwater for a full 15 minutes before he died. The pot on his head let the water cascade down his back in a dramatic fashion as she pulled his head out of the pond.Joe was shirtless in a pair of stonewashed Jordachi cutoff jeans shorts those barely came down to the middle of his chicken like thighs. Fresh dark blue tattoos covering his entire left arm from his wrist to the top of his shoulder.

'That damn saucepan on his head. I've asked Jimbo to get it off of Grubworm but he refused. "All the work I did getting it on him no way in tarnation I am taking it off Three.'She was pretty much fed up with it. "Grubworm let's get that pot off your head I'm tired of not being able to sniff your hair at night."

"Feel free to try to turn the Horns Three but I think they are stuck."

'Thats why Jimbo can't get the pot off. Lazy fuckin bastard' Three wasn't having a good day. 'If Jimbo can't turn them I know I'm not going to be able to.' "We need to get you back over to Jimbo so he can finish your ink today. What are all these dashes and dots for anyway?"

"I don't have any idea I fell asleep during the explanation I think it has something to do with Fremmy Rimmrod." Seeing the look on Young Three's face "Don't look at me like that I don't understand how Gypsy magic works and I'm apparently considered a gypsy now. I think I'm supposed to tickle this guy's balls and show him my chest he grants me three wishes."

"You need to run with me now I'm not toting your ass anymore." Three snipped back at Joe

"I'm going to make a flying sword or something one day so I won't have to walk anywhere."Joe declared with a serious face.

"You think you got the staying power to stick with years of calligraphy lessons, proper balancing of equations to determine placement of symbology on an object,and sourcing down hard to find materials to craft a flying sword?" Three asked with a barely concealed smirk on her face.

"Way I see it i only need to learn four or five little scribbles to have a working sword." Joe spat back with smugness."Up,down,forward reverse,and stop."

Three let loose a sidesplitting laugh "Really only five you dipshit? I'm sure that any inscriber that heard you say that would start throwing their entire libraries at you."

"Can't be that hard honestly. Besides she beast whatever materials I need I know you'll get for me."

"Whatever gave you that idea?"

"No woman drowns a guy everyday that she doesn't have feelings for...I figure I must make you feel some type of way?"

"Yeah I feel like my hand is wet and cold! Now run Grubworm run!"

Joe took off at a half hearted lope. 'She'll pass me any minute now... I'll get to watch her as she passes I may as well enjoy the view.'

'I just need to run a little slower than Grubworm so I can keep watching his money maker bounce.' Three did not increase her pace at all. 'Him running this slow won't do any good.... I just need to check his oil.' Three formed the index and middle finger of her left hand into a gun shape "I'm going to shoot your ass if you don't pick up the pace Grubworm."

"Finger guns don't scare me First Sergeant." Joe put heavy sarcastic emphasis on First Sergeant.

Three jammed her fingers in his asshole past the second knuckle. Joe grunted " That..hurt quite a bit!"

"If you dont move your ass next time I will shove my whole arm up inside of you and turn you into my little fucking meat puppet! I'll move my hand making you dance and scream all different kinds of ways move it move it GO GO GO." She yelled out in a parade ground bark.

They made good time and ended up at the Junk Hall with no mishaps. The Tinker was busy chopping some 1.5" square tubing with a 10" chopsaw. He finished making his cuts and beveled the edges. He took out a carpenter's square to check the cut. Nodded his head satisfied. Looking up from his work he noticed he had guests. He tossed the square down on the work table.

"What are you working on Jimbo?" Three asked the Tinker.

"I'm building a little skeeter bike." Jimbo was walking towards a massive square box under a white canvas tarp. He flipped back the covering revealing a Bobcat arc welder, Jimbo looked at the fuel dial on the machine.

"I'll fill it up later... Now that I got you here I'll start tapping on you again."

Joe sat down in the little stool Jimbo had put together at the start of his ink session over a week ago. The Tinker got out the improvised needles made from nails and his ink. He dipped the needles and got to work.

Jimbo worked across Joe's chest and continued down towards his navel.

"Ok slip off them shorty shorts. Grab your junk cover it up with your hands I don't to have that touch me while I'm working."

Jimbo had to pause frequently to check his own tattoos in the battered and cracked full length close by. Jimbo himself had stripped down to no clothes wearing a pair of grayed holey whitey tighties.

"So much sexy on display! God hurry up Jimbo I don't know how much more of this I can take." Three said caustically while hooting with laughter.

"Three this is meant to be father son time. You don't like the view you know where the door is." Jimbo's reply was all smiles but the teeth clearly implied that he would rip out her throat.