Chapter 11
Weeks passed, and at every turn, Jeff met with defeat. Between Mrs. Simms and her nasty, lying mouth shooting off at the various beauty parlors in which she had her hair styled and Mr. Brian blackballing him at the other shops, Jeff had reached a dead end. He had very Utile money saved, and it was dwindling down to where he would soon have to make a decision of leaving Los Angeles and going to another city to gain employment. He was trying to hold out until Donna got her diploma, which was only a few weeks off. However, being in love, they made the best of it. They drank beer instead of expensive liquor, rolled their own cigarettes on a bugler machine, and lived on hamburgers instead of steaks.
So, time marched on, for Mrs. Simms as well as for the trapped lovers. While Jeff and Donna were in bed ripping off a piece of ass, the old lady was in her "Sex Chamber" seated at the foot of the bed. and opening a bag of bird seed. The birds started to fly to her, perching on her lap, shoulders, and head.
"You poor dears," she addressed her feathered family, "You must be famished. "Don't muss my hair, Elmo. Keep out of the bag, Anita." She then spread seeds on the bed. "Come, children, lunch is ready. Don't eat so fast, Blanca. Anita, stop hoarding the food. Go and get Maisie; come, Maisie, come...."
The old woman looked up at Maisie and noticed that the bird was perched on a side beam of the ceiling and was making no attempt to fly down for her food; so Mrs. Simms got off the bed and stood directly below the obstinate bird. She reached up and beckoned for it to fly to her. But all the bird did was to flutter her wings weakly. The bird then make a chirping sound and backed to the edge of the beam. Quickly Mrs. Simms ran to the kleenex box and while dabbing her forehead with it, went back and stood beneath the place again where the bird was still perched.
She called up shrilly, "Naughty girl, what are you doing?"
The bird became alarmed at the sudden shrillness in the voice of her mistress, and flew over to a nearby lamp.
Mrs. Simms rushed over for more kleenex and dabbed at bird shit on the lamp. The bird then flew down to the floor where it let out one loud chirp, then rolled over on its back.
"My dear-what's wrong with you?" And the old woman picked up the bird very gently in the palm of one hand. Then she quickly shifted the bird to her other hand and shook her empty hand in the air to get rid of the bird shit. "Where are your manners, Maisie?"
She took the bird over to the bed and placed her next to the seeds. "Now eat your lunch, Maisie."
Quickly, Mrs. Simms grabbed more kleenex and dabbed at bird shit on the satin bedspread. "This isn't like my little Maisie," she spoke to the bird. "To dirty up everything you land on; you know that you have your own corner over by the window to make 'potty.' You must be sick, poor darling."
Alarmed, Mrs. Simms grabbed the telephone from the night table and dialed the Vets. She then told the office girl to send him right over. She was told he was on vacation, but that a substitute vet would be right there.
Mrs. Simms hung up, then picking the sick bird up carefully, she carried it into the sewing room and closed the door. She then placed it on the studio couch. "Lie still, baby. Everything's going to be all right. The doctor will be here shortly."
The old broad started to pace the floor. Tears were running down her cheeks, and she was on the verge of hysteria. She was talking to herself. "It's all my fault! God is punishing me for my evil deeds. It's all my fault! It's for all the things I've done to that dear, dear boy, Jeffrey. I just know it is. I sent out evil, and I'm receiving evil."
Suddenly she fell on her knees next to the couch and looked down at the bird. She was praying. Something she hadn't done in years. "I'll make it up to Jeffrey, God is punishing me for my evil deeds. It's for such a wicked old woman, and one of my own babies is suffering for it!"
The butler's voice was heard calling from downstairs. "The Vet has arrived, madam."
"Send him up here to the sewing room."
Mrs. Simms dabbed at her eyes when the Vet walked in.
"Where's the patient, madam?"
"Here, on the studio couch."
The Vet went over to the bird and examined it carefully, putting a stethoscope to its heart. He then looked sternly at Mrs. Simms through a monocle hanging from a chain around his neck. "What have you been feeding the bird, madam?"
"It's regular diet of seeds, Doctor." she said pathetically.
The Vet picked up the bird, then quickly put it down and pulling out a handkerchief, wiped shit off his hand.
"You see, doctor, she hasn't stopped crapping since I got home. Poor Maisie, she's usually so fastidious."
"Well, it's definitely something she ate."
"But my other babies aren't sick, and they have the same diet."
"Let's check the bird cage and see what foreign matter it might have picked up."
"Very well. Follow me."
The man followed her through the door into the bedroom. Birds were flying in all directions. "Here they are, Doctor."
"This is a bedroom!" The Vet said flabbergasted.
"I know, but I keep my birds in here because I think it's cruel and inhuman to keep them caged up like convicts."
The Vet walked around the room on a tour of observation, looking in cold cream jars. "Where is the bathroom, madam?"
"In there."
"I'll only be a moment." He then walked through the door to the left, and was soon back. He was smiling victoriously and holding up a large bar of soap. "The peck marks on this soap is the evidence. Madam, you have a busy little soap-pecker in your home."
"Oh dear, and it's scented soap to match my perfume-uh, 'Passion Flower'."
"Shell be all right in a day or two."
"You wouldn't pull my leg, would you?"
"I'm certain your bird will survive this crisis. Now I want you to follow these instructions, and don't worry."
The Vet wrote down the instructions on a small pad he'd removed from his pocket. As he did so, the birds started to fly all about his head, perch on his shoulders, and crap all over his suit. He started to swat at them, forgetting that he was supposed to be kind to animals.
Mrs. Simms became like a crazed woman. She rushed over and bolted the door, then charged toward the Vet. "My man-my lover. You are at my mercy in my chamber of sex. Let's partake of the nectar of the Gods, and have unending sex. In plain words, let's fuck!"
The Vet tried to rush across the room, but Mrs. Simms put out one foot, tripping him. She was now upon him, tearing at his clothes. Her super strength had him helpless. He felt his shirt and suit coat being torn away, then long fingernails were digging into his bare chest, and her sharp teeth were seeking his male nipples, chewing on them, as she struggled with his belt. She was getting his trousers down, then his boxer shorts. The flocks of birds flying about, still shitting and screeching, incited the old lady further.
"Get away from me, you crazy old witch!" the Vet screamed.
His screams of protest only incited her more. She was now diving betwen his legs and going after her prey that happened to be a big pair of balls, a long, thin prick and a smelly asshole. She started to lick all areas, wildly and thoroughly. In spite of himself, the Vet felt his passion rise. When she sucked his cock down her throat, he relaxed and started to throat-fuck her. What the hell! Now that it was happening, he might as well make the better of it.
The butler had heard the shouts. He was smiling to himself. Another victim, he thought. That old dame can really get them!
The Vet felt her give his penis an extra hard suck as he gave a hard thrust forward. Then he released his hot come and the old gal ate it like whipped cream on a sundae.
Finally she sat up, licking her lips. A bird had perched on each ear, then one lighted on her nose. She had a happy grin on her face.
"Thank you. oh, thank you, we must get together again sometime."
The Vet's face was flushed. He gathered up his things.
"When hell freezes over," he said as he got dressed.
Mrs. Simms seemed to pull herself together. She brushed the birds aside and smiled as if nothing had happened.
"How much do I owe you?"
"One hundred dollars," he said spitefully.
"Cheap at twice the price. Just mail me the bill. Good day, sir."
After the Vet had left, Mrs. Simms decided to call her lawyer. She had some important business to arrange with him concerning Jeff. And she didn't want to waste any more time than necessary.