Chapter 10
Although Mr. Imp had been fanatical where his wife's fidelity was concerned, the fact that she had been forced to put out for Sy Reskin had rankled him for many years. Sy hadn't been built that big, but his cock was still longer and thicker than that of the midget, and as a result, although Mr. Imp knew his wife didn't want to do so, she was automatically making comparisons every time she fucked. The midget felt that if his wife had put out for a full-grown man, he had the right to stray at least once, with a full-grown woman.
Until now, Mr. Imp, whose real name was Fred Jackson, had refrained from putting hands on any of the females who worked for the circus. After all, the beautiful women would only laugh at him. The freaks were all friends of Mrs. Imp, including Magda, the luscious snake charmer, so he had no chance whatsoever of really making out. The paying customers were only interested in looking at him, and he had no intention of seeking out a professional whore who might give him a social disease. The man had a problem.
But now Mona had come along. Mona, recalcitrant, unfriendly, and one whom he knew would never tell on him because his wife was the one responsible for slipping Mona the doped coffee which now made her a prisoner. No, Mona wouldn't tell.
However, to be on the safe side, Mr. Imp needed an alibi. In this case, the alibi would be only too happy to comply, since he, the alibi, would also counter by using Mr. Imp as an alibi, each claiming they were alone and had nothing whatsoever to do with Mona should she, by some happenstance, suddenly decide to squeal on them.
The alibi was Elmo, the dog-faced dwarf. Elmo's dog face was more make-up than anything else. His twitching black nose was a vegetable die that washed off. He had filed his own teeth, and his large eyes had that soulful look of a Basset hound. However, that he was a dwarf was an actual fact. He was about five inches taller than Mr. Imp, but where the midget was perfectly in proportion, with head, hands, and feet matching the trunk of his body, Elmo was misshapen. Elmo had a normal-sized head, normal, that is, for a man six feet tall. He was slightly hunch-backed, but otherwise the trunk of his body also belonged to a man six feet in height. His hands and feet were as large as those of a six-foot man, but his arms and legs had been stunted. When he walked he seemingly limped, rotating from one foot to the other because he had large hips attached to small-boned thighs and knees and calves.
Elmo was more than willing to take his turn with Mr. Imp at Mona. Where Mr. Imp, for all his shortness, was still in proportion, he, Elmo, was misshapen, and felt uglier than he was, and as a result had almost no contact with females at all, save for Dolly, who was so anxious to take on cocks, she was willing to fuck any male. She wou Id have even put out for Mr. Imp, but the midget also had his prejudices, and he didn't care for fat ladies.
That morning, Mrs. Imp had gone to the nearby town to the hair dresser's, to have her hair done in a new style. The rest of the circus people were up, doing their things; rehearsing their acts, trying out new things, seeing to the animals, doing whatever other jobs they were assigned to keep the circus rolling smoothly. Many people had multiple jobs. It was necessary in order for the circus to survive.
Mr. Imp and Elmo were alone in the railroad car, and they walked to the rear and knocked on the compartment door where Mona stayed.