Chapter 1
| The Story | The Authors |
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| The day was dreary and overcast. Out the window were the familiar sounds of traffic. The rumbling of a truck motor, the squealing of brakes. Down the hall a celebration was happening. There was music and the smell of pizza. People were talking and laughing. Surrounded by flourescent lights and various plastic objects, he thought to himself, "Was this really what it was all about?". He knew something else was close at hand. | |
| He put on a shirt and went down the hall to socialize and have a drink. As he entered the room heis eyes met up with a curly redhaired vixen in the corner. As he stumbled towards the young woman in the corner he came to an astonishing discovery. The fem fatal he was going to hit on, was his lil kid sister. Angry, and mildy embarrased, he grabbed her and violently dragged her out. He carried her to his dorm room, placing her screaming tantrum phased body in the bathtub. Then he turned the on the water to really make her mad, then yelled one more piece of brotherly advice as he shut the door. Confused and upset he then went back to the window and asked himself again,"Was this really what it was all about?" | |
| Before too long, he heard the water being shut off. After a beat, the bathroom door opened, and there she stood in the doorway, soaking wet, one hand on the doorjamb, the other on her hip, her expression one of pure hatred. It was dead quiet, to the point where he could hear the water dripping from her ruined outfit onto the tile. Finally: "What gives you the right?" Her voice was like ice. "Why were you in that place?" I asked, ignoring her fury. "The same reason you were, apparently," she replied, with no hint of sarcasm. I whirled to face her "You're just a KID!!" I exploded, suddenly angry. "You got no reason to be in a bar like that! The men in there, well, they're - " "Just like you?" Her words were like a slap. I stood there, gaping, at a loss. Could she be right? Even before my mind could form that question, I knew she was. | |
| From that perilously close position, I retreated with a sigh. When would she learn of my twisted habits in the dark of the city? My mind would froze in fear before I could guess. "Tomorrow I'll bring you to the zoo, like I promised." said I with a grimace. "But that was eleven years ago, Daddy." | |
| I couldn't think of what to tell her. She had no idea that I was in the city everyday. The darkness didn't help me to forget. But before I could decide my father wanted to leave so we finished our walk and went home to my doom. | |
| And then he carefully unhooked the clasps of her bra and let it drop to their feet. He slid out of his jeans and slipped off his boxers. His manhood had passed him by. He surveyed her curved body. She layed back and fell asleep. He had never felt lonelier in his life. | |
| He decided to go to the kitchen and look in the fridge. Nothing looked appealing. The afternoon was hot and even though he wasn't wearing much he felt sweaty and subdued. Now that she was asleep he could go out. He grabbed his jacket and headed for the door. | |
| And then he saw her from the corner of his eye, standing there, solemn as a picket. "Where are you going?" she asked, pulling the strap of her nightgown back on her bony shoulder. | |
| He walked over to her slowly and kissed her cheek. He knew he loved her but didn't know how to say it. He didn't know how to show it either. Whenever he tried, she backed away. He finally realized that this was the night. As he started to remove his belt he said, "I want to let you feel what I feel for you." | |
| Inside he was twisting with emotion. He took his belt and wrapped it around the textbooks that were sitting on a table by the door. He finshed putting on his jacket, gave her a comforting look, and left. The night air was cool and it felt good to be outside. He headed south toward the square, noticing as always how dirty the sidewalk was and looking forward to a rain that would wash it clean. | |
| He heard behind him soft foot steps. When he turned around it was Chrissy. "Why did you follow me?" "Because...I love you, Steve." With that a light rain started to fall and became heavier and heavier. Chrissy and Steve headed back to Chrissy's house. Inside, Steve placed his books on the nightstand and held Chrissy in his arms. "I have always loved you, I just didn't know how to express my feeling towards you." Chrissy kissed him quiet and removed her blouse. She took off her bra and placed his hands gently on her brest. "Steve, I want you to make love to me." With that she slipped out of her skirt and laid down on the bed. Steve slowly removed his clothing and leaned over Chrissy. He carefully kissed her breast and this is when they both realized this was good. | |
| Steve began to rub his hand down Chrissy's body, causing Chrissy to shiver with delight. She giggled, then suddenly sat up and asked him to stop for a minute. "Sorry, Steve, but I want to capture this special moment so I can remember it forever and ever." Steve beamed at her. At last he has found a girl who wasn't just a cheap slut, but a cheap slut who had a streak of sentiment in her. "Anything you want, darling," he whispered. Chrissy got up and headed downstairs. Steve was puzzled. Where the hell was she going? He heard the front door open and close again. He heard muffled voices downstairs in the foyer, but could only recognize Chrissy's. He got up to listen at the doorway when her heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Quickly he sat back down on the bed and Chrissy entered the room. "Sorry to keep you waiting, Steve my love." She looked bright and perky, and her nipples reflected that. Steve licked his lips and motioned her to come to him. She sat down next to him and kissed him on the mouth. "Ohh..this is so exciting!" she exclaimed. "Who was that downstairs?", asked Steve. "Oh that's the surprise!, " said Chrissy. Then she called out, "Pietro! Pietro dear! Come on in!" Steve thought to himself -- who the hell is Pietro?? Then a strange looking man with a pencil-thin moustache walked in and bowed. "This is Pietro de Scuzzi, Steve. He's going to capture our moment of ectasy!" "Oh...oh yes, whatever you say Chrissy." Steve wasn't all too comfortable with that idea, but he wanted to satisfy Chrissy's needs and desires. So he agreed to it. Steve took a good look at this Pietro. He was an odd looking man, not too short, not too tall, kind of scrawny and malnourished. That odd looking moustache went well with his rat-like face. Steve chuckled to himself at the sight of Pietro's beanie. Nice touch, he thought. Then he wondered where Pietro's video equipment was. It was no where to be seen. "Umm...where is his camcorder?," Steve asked Chrissy. "His what? Oh...that. No, Steve, he's not going to videotape us. Silly, Pietro is a sketch artist. He's going to draw us making love in caricature." "He's gonna WHAT???" shouted Steve. | |
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Although he wanted to continue he found himself pre-occupied and apprehensive.
The back of his neck was tingling with nervousness. He began to sweat and found it hard to breath. He held her hand and said, "Not yet. We can't do this now. I'm having problems and need some time to adjust. How about we go camping this weekend, and we can hike and talk and go swimming?" | |
| She looked at him with a quizical smile. Her eyes were so sweet at times they could break his heart. He got his things together and left, although she asked him to stay. He knew she would be fine and he had to get out. He was feeling suffocated but he didn't know why. He wanted to get on his bike and ride around the city. He felt a sense of urgency but he didn't know what for, as if he was late to something or had to be somewhere. It was as if she was too intense, and being away from her gave him the chance to reflect and take it in slowly, comprehensibly. He'd never felt this way before, but had always looked forward to feeling this way. Or so he thought. | |
| He drove his bike around the city all night. Trying to figure out the slurred emotions. He knew he still loved her. The intensity of his hurt sank straight to his heart. He knew he cold love no more. He then turned mean and angry at the world but he was truely mad at himself. For days he walked around like a zombie. Sometimes wishing he could turn back time. He told his best friend Jeff to get the heck away. His parents didn't notice they had too busy schedules. The teachers were concerned and when he started hanging out with the wrong bunch of kids at school he started doing a lot of things bad. These weren't spitting on a teacher bad but really bad. Like for instance he..... | |
| He flushed cherry bombs down the toilets in the boys bathroom and destroyed all the ancient plumbing. And then there was the time he set fire to the garbage bins in the cafeteria and set off the fire alarms just so he could ditch school. He was finally caught after he had planted pot seeds in life lab. Did he really think he could get away with all of these childish pranks? Vashondra du Lunchenette didn't think so. Neither did her best friend and sidekick Bitzy Bootleg. The two fabulously stylish women sipped their martinis and scoffed at his pathetic reform school exisence. "What really gets me," Vashondra said as she munched on a garlic stuffed olive, "is that these idiots think they are so frocking clever." "I agree," agreed Bitzy, "They have delusions of revelutionary grandeur. I need a refill, love." Bitzy passed her cocktail glass to Vashondra. Vashondra reached into her three foot high strawberry blond beehive hairdo and pulled out a polished chrome cocktail shaker and poured Bitzy Bootleg a fresh Martini. Bitzy tossed back the martini in a single gulp and then decided to go for a ride on the little bastard's motorcycle. | |
| "Bastard? My, Bitzy, you certainly sound murderous today," crooned Frank Sinatra, Bitzy's lover-of-the-day, perched on his fantabulously expensive motorcycle. It was at that time that Bitzy realized she was at the Pearly Gates, with St. Peter's log cabin nearby. | |
| But she didn't stay long because Kristi resusticated her. Bitzy sputtered and threw up water. "Are you OK?" asked Kristi. "I was before, now I have to come back!" replied Bitzy confusedly. "WHAT??" asked Kristi. "Bitzy," said Janice, "you fell out of the pickup truck, knocked yourself out, and slid into the lake." "Oh," said Bitzy. She realized everyone was there: Dianne the angel, Janice, Kristi, and Vashondra de Luchinette (Bitzy's best friend). Once bitzy was better they needed a new adventure. They couldn't decide what to do. Janice wanted to climb Mount Everest. Kristi wanted to take a ride in outer space. Dianne wanted to launch a campaign against sex in this story. Vashondra wanted to go back to the scary amusement park. They were going to decide to climb mount Everest, stop at the scary amusement park halfway up, get into a rochet ship on the very top, fly to a satelite, and broadcast Dianne's antiporno program from there, but Bitzy wasn't feeling so good after almost drowning so they went back home. Unfortunately, EVIL JOEY-JANE was still trying to somehow kill the fictional five, and now she was being helped by Steve and Chrissy! Janice, Kristi, Dianne, Vashondra, and Bitzy DOOMED? Sure looks like it! | |
| NO they weren't doomed because luckily someone showed up. Who was this mystery someone that could save their lives? | |
| Courtney rushed over to Sam. She was panting like a dog. "I im te fif elmint. I poocet." Courtney said. Sam laughed. "Oh, yeah. And I'm a very model of a modern major general. I relate to all vegetable animal, and mineral. I am the very model of a modern major general." Sam said. Courtney glared at Sam. All of a sudden, trumpets blasted and drums were pounded. Eighteen women came over, dressed in sexy suits. "The star light express, the star light express. Who could transverse this star light express." the women sang in high pitched voices. "And in my heart, I feel, that you're not being true to me. Even in my heart, I know, that something is just so, so so." Brian from the Backstreet Boys came over. Melissa, his girlfriend followed. "Hat i going on?" Courtney asked. Sam wasn't listening. "Whooooooooooooooo, would dare for a guy like meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, would you love me soooooooooooooooooooooo? Oh, oh ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Sam was singing in a tuxedo. All of a sudden, the clouds departed. Everyone looked up, horrified. Everyone except Courtney. She was smiling. It was.... | |
| Janice, Kristi, Dianne, Vashondra, and Bitzy emerged out of the mist from the malfunctioning fog machine and cleared the theatre. Suddenly the walls ripped open. Joey-Jane The Evil, assisted by Steve and Chrissy, walked in. They soon cornered the unfortunate Fictional Five with huge guns. Joey-Jane read off a big peice of paper: "If you do not meet our demands we will blow your heads off. NUMBER ONE stop coming binto the story. NUMBER TWO turn this into a sex story.UMBER THREE eat nothing but liver and spinach. NUMBER FOUR let us kill you in the most painfull scary and messy way we imagine. NUMBER FIVE -" Suddenly Janice spoke up. "WE'll never do ANY of those things!" "FIne hen," said JoeyJane, "come with me." hen she took them all to a really gruesome painful murder machine. "We will push you in right now," said Joey-Janne. Suddenly a voice rang out. "STOP!!!!!!!!!" The Fictional Five were saved! Or were they? | |
| No. Wait. What the heck. I dont get this. Save me mommy! Amanda stared at her paper. She was bored writing about Janice, Kristi, Dianne, Vashondra, Bitzy, and all the others. The door slammed open. It was a robber. He said... | |
| "Give me all your panties!" She couldn't believe her ears. Why would a robber demand all of her panties, it made no sense. "Umm, sir.." "YOU HEARD ME!" he screamed. "NOW! All your panties! Those frilly ones too, the ones that Bob said were his favorite." Amanda nearly fainted. "Could I just give you some money and you could go buy your own at Victoria's Secret?" The robber was getting more and more upset. "I think you heard me." So now, with more than a little bit of regret she trudged into her bedroom and went straight to the drawer which contained her unmentionables.. She had an idea that he already knew where they were. But on her way she passed her bathroom. A toilet plunger was very near the door and she knew this might be her only hope. She didn't think a plunger was a very good defense against a .357 but it would have to do. In the blink of an eye, she grabbed the plunger, turned around to face the robber and... | |
| wala! He was no where in sight! The hairs on the back of her neck started to stand up as she slowly moved across the bedroom's carpeted floor, her eyes glancing around for any movement. The only movement came from the curtains on the two windows to her right as the night wind fluttered them like sheets on a clothesline. Feeling panic taking over, she made her way to the bedroom door which was ajar and lifting the plunger high she swung the door wide open only to find an emty hall way. "Great....let's play hide and seek." she whispered to herself as she stepped into the hallway and peaked down the stairs into the hall interior below. Suddenly, out of no where, a hand crossed over her mouth and.... | |
| A voice told her to be quiet and to do as she was told and everything would be fine. She was not a woman accustomed to this sort of blind faith in people, especially ones that she knew nothing about (or even who they were). "NO!!" she screamed. She spun around and kicked, aiming for where this person's crotch would be. She was stunned to find an alien standing before her. An alien that looked just like she had seen on a million tv shows like the "X-Files". Black shiney eyes and everything. The alien placed its hand to Amanda's forehead and communicated without speaking. 'I have come for you. Do as I say.' Amanda thought that he was a little shorter than the one on the "X-Files" | |
| She felt like she could trust him and followed him to his ship. Once on board the creature again placed his hands to Amanda's head and asked her to remove her clothes. She could not resist the urge to strip down until she was wearing nothing. Amanda followed the creature to a room decorated just like a fantasy bedroom on Earth. There he told her that they were studying the mating habits of humans. Just as he said this a man walked in. He was the most gorgeous guy she had ever laid her eyes on. As the alien left the room, Amanda and Jim, as she came to know him, got right down to business and started this experiment. | |
| They went on for almost fifteen minutes, until another man walked in who was also very attractive and looked like he was ready for the experiment too. He told Amanda that he was Fred and the aliens wanted to see a threesome and asked if she was OK with that. She said that was OK and he went right to work while Jim was still performing his part. The tree of them continued for about an hour until the men were tired. Then the aliens came out with some pills labeled "Viagara." | |