Taking Candy From a Baby ... PART 12 of The Walter Sebastian Corbett Saga

Taking Candy From A Baby ... PART 12 ... of The Walter Sebastian Corbett Saga ...  written by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

Artwork by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

You really should pay attention when your baby cries ... if you don't understand why ... look around ... see what you don't see. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.








Walter Sebastian laughed his ass off.  That old girl ... Summer ... was a trip!  She thought he was just an old, senile man with a dog.  He scared her alright.  He knew she wouldn't be able to describe him to anyone.  He had made himself appear old.  He had been sitting ... thinking about different things. She always popped up in his thoughts ... she made him want to play with his polka dots.


He thought about the tax man.  He thought he'd made him disappear without a trace.  Walter Sebastian couldn't count the people who had come into his life ... he made disappear.  Oh, there were a few he let get away.  He always seemed to know when it would be okay too.  Sure enough ... the ones he let go never told anyone what happened.


Walter Sebastian sat in his chair on the front porch ... he was always in a pair of polka dot underwear ... he loved colors.  For one so vile, evil ... one would think he liked dark colors.  But no ... Walter Sebastian loved his colors.  He had at least twenty pairs of polka dot underwear ... all in wonderful colors.  Sometimes ... he loved to let others see his polka dots.


Walter Sebastian was damn bored again.  He never could stay ... not bored.  He always had to have action in his life ... things moving, screaming, struggling.  Excitement!  Walter Sebastian thrived on the pain of others ... he also, liked to end ... their pain.  It was simple as that.


I'm so damn bored.  He scratched his head ... looked around at the scenery around him.  He never saw its beauty ... the only beauty he saw was in hurting others ... and his beloved ... colored ... polka dot underwear.  His shirts, jeans never reflected his love for colors ... he kept his colors hidden.  Why? He didn't know and further more ... he never thought about it.  He didn't give a damn for nothing.


He saw a rabbit hopping along the edge of the yard.  He thought about throwing the broken brick laying near his chair at it.  He'd do it to watch it bleed ... thrash in agony.  He closed his eyes imagining how it would be ... he put his hand to his crotch.  Michael Sebastian played with himself until ... he wet his polka dots.


He grunted, groaned in ecstasy.  He moved his hips hard against his hand.  Harder, harder he pressed until ... the world was quiet again.  The roaring in his head subsided ... his hand relaxed.  Walter Sebastian closed his eyes ... went to sleep.  As he fell asleep he smiled his strange little smile ... damn!  That felt good!


Couldn't nobody play with himself like he could play with himself.  He was the best.  Colors!  That's why ... he loved his polka dotted underwear.  That's what he saw when he played with himself! Colors!


Walter Sebastian woke up ... walked to the edge of the porch ... pulled his Johnson out ... whizzed on wilted flowers below.  Flowers never had a chance ... they came back each year ... each day Walter Sebastian pissed on them.  He never saw them.


Walter Sebastian wanted to make someone cry today ... didn't matter who, what ... when.  He walked into the house to find his jeans and a shirt.  He pulled the polka dotted shorts away from his leg ... where they'd dried, stuck to it.


Walter Sebastian only bathed once a week if he felt he needed it.  Surprisingly ... he never stunk unless someone came close to him or ... he got bloody from a kill.  Walter Sebastian took a shower when that happened ... he couldn't just walk around with blood all over him.


He put his jeans, black shirt on ... walked out to his tax-paid pickup.  Walter Sebastian drove up the long lane to get to the highway.


Thirty minutes later found Walter Sebastian standing in line behind a young mother holding a baby. The baby looked over his mother's shoulder into Walter Sebastian's face.  His little mouth was puckered around a pacifier.  For some reason seeing that little mouth sucking on the pacifier pissed Walter Sebastian. Damn spoiled little fucker!


No one was looking when Walter Sebastian reached up ... pulled the pacifier from the baby's mouth. The baby's eyes went wide ... his little mouth formed into an O ... he began to scream bloody murder!


Walter Sebastian pocketed the pacifier ... stood quietly as the mother turned around ... held her baby out to see what was wrong.  She talked to the baby in a soothing, mother's voice.  The baby quit crying.  The mother held it close to her chest once again ... the baby looked over her shoulder.


Walter Sebastian began to grin his little strange smile ... he reached into his pocket ... pulled the pacifier out ... stuck it in ... his own mouth ... sucking on it.


The baby's eyes widened ... his mouth puckered up wanting his pacifier!  He reached his little, plump hand out for it ... whining, crying louder for his pacifier.


Walter Sebastian sucked it harder as if it was the best thing in the world ... then ... he pulled it out of his mouth and acted like he was giving it to the baby.  When the baby barely touched it with his little mouth ... Walter Sebastian pulled it back ... stuck it in his pocket as the baby began to scream again.


The mother turned her baby around ... her forehead in a crease ... wondering what was wrong with her baby.  She never noticed Walter Sebastian at all ... him smiling the whole time.


Finally ... Walter Sebastian was outside the store.  He saw the mother walking toward her car ... it was parked next to his tax-paid pickup.  The baby watched Walter Sebastian the whole time ... with his little hand stretched out for his pacifier.


Walter Sebastian pulled it out of his pocket ... held it out to the baby ... put it back into his pocket quickly.  The baby began screaming bloody murder again!  The mother talked to her baby as she put him into his safety seat ... never knowing what was wrong.


Walter Sebastian got into his pickup ... grinning his evil little grin.  That's how ... you took candy from a baby!  In this case ... he took the pacifier from that little, spoiled bastard.  Walter Sebastian hated babies.