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Chapter 5

     The Story The Authors
"Hmmm...." Officer Muldoon thought to himself." "Contadictory yet corroborating evidence that a girl gang is on the loose." "Where there two managers who hd taken simultaneous depositions?" What was the common thread besides hair and popcorn?" He couldn't help but wonder if conjoined twins were somehow involved in this escapade. cheng
While the cops were keeping themselves busy doing nothing productive, poor Candace was knee-deep in noirish suspense in the back seat of a dinged up old car. Her captors had bound her arms and ankles, but fortunately hadn't gagged her mouth. Her kidnappers wore dark trench coats and hats with wide brims to hide their eyes. Still, Candace knew the leader of the thugs all too well; she had lived with him for 10 years before he faked his death to avoid back taxes. "Jefferson Francis Appleberry, you let me out of this car AT ONCE!!", she shouted. "Shhh! Candace, babe, you were always such a loud mouth," barked the leader. The other thugs chuckled after hearing the name Francis. "And it ain't Jefferson anymore. He's long dead. You're dealin' with Xavier de Taquerine now!" He sneered at his fellow kidnappers and told them to shut their traps and keep their eyes on the road. Candace rolled her green eyes and tossed her head back laughing, causing her strawberry blonde ringlets to bounce merrily. "Dear God, you were hiding out in Tijuana all this time? Too many tequilas must have made you come up with a name like that" "Well, Candy Appleberry ain't so grand itself, sugerplum", quipped Xavier. Candace frowned and struggled with her bindings. She sighed and said, "Ok, ok, XAVIER......so, why the hell did you come back from the dead for? Don't you know that I'm an independent woman now?? I've got a new life, new friends, a new wardrobe, and I definitely don't need you right now to come back and mess it all up again!" Xavier eyed her leather miniskirt and snickered. "Still lookin' good, honeycakes." He smacked his lips and casually lit a cigarette. He continued, " Well, I've come back for you because.... splice girl
you know i need you for certain....um...purposes, shall we say?" Xavier watched the smoke from his cigarette waft through the stuffy air and out the window. "And what purposes would those be, pray thee please do tell?" Candace hissed. He looked at her, amused, as if she were no more than some toy conceived only for his entertainment. He reached out and pulled one of her ringlets and watched it bounce back and reverberate until it only moved with the car. "Those purposes," he grinned venomously, "will be revealed when I decide you need to be of service, as it were." His dark eyes gleamed at her, as she stared at him defiantly, her lower lip in a slight pout. Shasta
Candace glanced at the rearview mirror and saw that Xavier's car was being tailed by a lime green convertible '65 mustang - Vashondra's car. Candace was greatly relieved to know that her friends were coming after her but she knew she could not let Xavier or his henchmen discover her secret. She tossed her bouncy hair and heaved a great bossomy sigh. "Oh, Jeff- I mean Xavier! Where did we go wrong? We were so right for each other, for a time, we had it all." Candace said, blinking her green doe eyes and pouting. Xavier was unaffected. "Well, Candy, I knew it was over when I came home that day and found you in bed with the milkman, the mailman, the UPS guy and my brother, Rahim." he said coolly. "oh, yes," Candace said, biting her lip. "I remember, you wandered around aimlessly, ranting nonsensically for days. You always were over sensitive, Jefferson." "XAVIER!" "Whatever." "Boss!" said the thug who was driving. "We're being followed." cuddles
Xavier pulled a compact mirror out of his satchel. Pretending to check his mascara he got a make on the lime green mustang that was tailing. "It's the lesbo avengers" he sighed. "Thug", he ordered the driver, "Pull into the next carwash you see, I doubt if they can can get their top up in time. If we don't lose them there, find a smog emission testing station with a long line." Turning to Candy, Jefferson Xavier asked "Whom did you prefer? The men in blue, brown, white or me? After we ditch these bitches we are heading off for the zoo. You will have a full pan.....Oh shittttt". Xavier slumped in the seat, blood trickling from the back of his neck. Turning with a horrified smile, Candace saw Bitzy standing atop the faux leather seats of the mustang, arms straight with an antiquated 6-shot revolver still in her hand. chrissy


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