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  Joe Zito

  Copyright Joe Zito 2015

  Published at Smashwords

  Special report from the newsroom of WROK 106, Tiptonia, Indiana-

  Police have begun a statewide manhunt in an effort to find two men that have escaped from a Kentucky state prison last week. Manfred Davis 35 and Cooper Duggan 32 have been targeting upper class neighborhoods by showing up on unsuspecting families doorsteps pretending to be seriously injured in a car accident, and once inside their victims home they proceed to hold them hostage and ransack their home for jewelry, money and other various items of a high value. So far they have struck at least two neighborhoods in Illinois and Kentucky and now authorities are concerned that they are heading towards Indiana now. The most disturbing aspect of this according to Sgt. Owens of the Tiptonia Police Dept. is the execution style murders of the victims. Police in both Illinois and Kentucky have found helpless victims, dead on their living room floor with their hands tied behind their backs and major head wound trauma from a gunshot. Local police are urging homeowners in all classes of neighborhoods to not answer the door if it sounds suspicious or if you feel in danger. They are said to be wearing regular blue jeans and dark t-shirts. Manfred Davis also wears a red bandana around his neck. Above all, these men are considered extremely dangerous and if you are to come in contact with them you are urged to stay away and call 911 immediatley.

  Megan Birch was already in her seat well before the bell rang on the last period of the day. She couldn’t wait to get the math final over with and despite a ready-made cheat sheet, well hidden under desk and taped to her knee, she was still nervous as hell about getting caught. She had Conner Evans to thank for the extra help with getting at least half the answers right on the exam. He couldn’t say no to her and she knew he wouldn’t. He just couldn’t resist those big brown eyes of hers and her thick and wavy shoulder length brown hair. Plus she smelled really nice to when she asked him a week before the exam. For Connor it wasn’t easy being a math whiz, especially when everyone from the shoprats to the jocks asked you for help, be it with homework or cheating on a test. He didn’t mind though helping out Megan.

  Her stomach fluttered as her math teacher Mr. Donner made his way around the room handing out exams. He wanted to make sure each and every one of his students got the test personally delivered to them so he knew for sure they got it and weren’t up to any funny stuff. Megan could feel her underarms birth new sweat as he walked past her. Don’t worry girl, you got this. Just one more week and good riddance Tiptonia High and hello big, wonderful Hollywood, she thought. Megan hated math but loved and excelled highly in drama class. She had great hopes of becoming an actress someday and she wasn’t going to let some lame math exam get in her way. She nibbled at her pencil eraser as Mr. Donner said, “Begin. You have forty five minutes.” Great. Forty five minutes of worrying about equations and useless math garbage keeping her from realizing her dream of becoming an actress and wondering if she’ll ever make it out of Tiptonia and move on to better places. That sweat in her arm pits was almost saturating her t-shirt. Good thing she didn’t forget to wear deodorant. The clock was ticking away and she did her best to look casual as she peeked below her desk to see the answers Connor had provided her with. How can I concentrate on square roots when all I wanna do is play make believe on a stage with other people and read scripts and go over line delivery with my acting coach and have a director tell me I’m the greatest living actress in the world today. C’mon Conner baby don’t let me down. The timer went off on Mr. Donner’s desk and it was all a blur to Megan. She’ll be dreaming about numbers and fractions chasing her down a dark alley tonight when she lays her pretty little eighteen year head down on her pillow. She let out a much needed sigh of relief at the sound of the bell. Goodbye Friday. Hello weekend.

  She pulled herself up slowly out of her seat. She sluggishly walked past Mr. Donner’s desk where he sat with a big smile on his face telling his students on their way out, “Don’t worry everyone, you did just fine.” Megan rolled her eyes at him as he shuffled the exam papers on his desk. Her bladder felt like it was going to burst. She had forgotten to go pee before class and now it had caught up to with her. A quick stop to the girl’s restroom was in order before her usual after school get together with her best friends Liz and Andi.

  She breathed out a sigh of relief as she sat on the toilet and then she heard from outside of the stall, “Hey Hollywood. How was it?” Of course it was Liz Parker a.k.a. loudmouth as Megan would sometimes call her.

  “Jesus Liz,” Megan laughed. “How do you it’s me in here. I could be old lunch lady Scattner.”

  “I know your pee smell hon. How’s that?”

  “That’s fucking gross Liz,” Megan laughed again as she wiped and then flushed. She pushed the stall door open and Liz was leaning against the sink with her arms crossed, glaring at her best friend. Megan stopped in front of her.

  “What?” She asked.

  “Well, do you think you passed the exam?” Liz said.

  She laughed and said, “I’m sure Conner did just fine.” She began washing her hands.

  “Oh c’mon Hollywood, don’t sweat that math shit.” Liz did her best to try and cheer up Megan. “I don’t think an A average is required for passing a screen test, know what I mean?” Besides, once this dream world of books, and boyfriends and old fart teachers is over next week, you’ll be setting your sights on a whole new future. And as for me, well you know.”

  “Liz, no one is holding a gun to your head saying you have to work for your dad after high school.”

  “Really? News flash babe, he’s the one holding the gun.”

  Liz was doomed to work at her father’s place of employment, Benson machining since she turned fourteen. Even though she kept a steady B average throughout high school and managed not to get pregnant like five other girls did in her class, she was headed towards the wonderful roar of a hot and dirty factory all because she had no aspiration to further her education after high school. College was never in her forecast.

  “I’m still counting on you coming with me to California in two months,” Megan said as she held Liz’s hand.

  Liz, who was three inches taller than Megan and had long, straight blonde hair said, “You know I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Just promise me one thing.”

  Megan looked at her curiously, squinting her eyes.

  “No porn!” She said pointing her finger at Megan.

  “Oh Lizzy please!”

  “I’m serious Hollywood, you gotta be careful. Those movie people can be really sleazy. One second you’re in a room reading a script and then before you know it you’re on your knees with five cocks slappin’ you in the face.”

  “Oh my god Liz, seriously!”

  Her best friend fell to her knees in front of her right there in the girls restroom and began fake sucking cock while saying in between slurping sounds, “I….thought….this was….a romantic comedy,” slurpslurpslurp.

  Megan wide eyed and stunned couldn’t help but laugh. A young freshman came through the door and was having second thoughts thinking she could hold it after seeing Liz performing a mock multiple blowjob on the floor. Megan saw the girl and began laughing even harder. The door opened again and it was Ms. Bellmond, the school guidance counselor. She stopped dead in her tracks at what she saw. A sarcastic grim formed on her face. She asked, “Is her sugar low?”

  Megan still laughing shook her head and said, “I don’t think so Ms. Bellmond.”

  Liz suddenly jumped up. She put her arm around Megan.

  “Hi Ms. B. Megan here is going to inquire about the adult industry after high school and I was just showing her what she had to look forward to.” She smiled with a big cheesy grin.

  They began walking o
ut and Liz didn’t let up.

  “C’mon Meg, let’s go do some job research. My mommy and daddy aren’t home.”

  “I’m sorry Ms. Bellmond,” Megan said holding her mouth, trying to control her laughter as she exited the restroom.

  Megan opted out of going to the pizza shack with Liz and there other good friend Andi after school. Even though it was a Friday afternoon and Liz did temporarily make her forget about her math exam via her ‘air blowjob’, she was too nervous and flustered to eat. They said goodbye and Megan started for home in her pink Honda Fit. Her dad got it for her on her seventeenth birthday. On her drive home she thought about Liz and how she was going to go work at that nasty factory, which she couldn’t believe. If she had it her way, Liz would move out to California with her permanently. But she knew her parents would never allow it. She hated the idea of leaving her best friend behind in this shit town of nothingness and cornfields while she went out in the world and lived and made a life for herself. As she drove the streets of her neighborhood, she went past the playground where she, Liz and Andi would always play when they were little. She couldn’t help but smile when she drove past and saw herself when she was seven, gliding back and forth on a swing and Liz giggling and pushing her and Andi in front of her pretending to get kicked. A lump formed in her throat but she knew she wasn’t a kid anymore. She was eighteen with goals and dreams and hopes of becoming an actress. Her pink little Honda pulled into her driveway and came to a stop in front of a two car garage. It was ten till four in the afternoon. Her house was just a standard middle class home in a middle class neighborhood. Good ol’ middle class Tiptonia, Indiana. She had the radio on and just before she turned the car off a radio announcer said……and several bodies were discovered in the barn. Police say it was a gruesome scene, the worst they’ve ever witnessed. There are still no leads on who…..She turned the car off and got out. Some kids across the street were yelling and laughing, playing ball. The day was hot, almost too hot for early June. Her parents weren’t home yet from work and her little brother Bobby was out god knows where. When she stepped inside the rush of cool air conditioning felt good to her. She went upstairs to her room where she threw her purse on her nightstand and flopped down on her bed and fell asleep. She awoke two hours later to the faint sound of her mother calling her name and the insatiable aroma of a home cooked meal. She sat up and looked at the clock. “Fuck,” she said under her breath. It was six thirty in the evening and it was still light outside. Her hair was sticking to her face from sweating after she fell asleep and her clothes felt wrinkly. She quickly put on a pair of shorts not really caring how short they were and went downstairs. Her dad and brother were lying on the floor watching a baseball game. Her mom was in the kitchen, just now pulling out a pot roast from the oven which had been cooking all day. Megan opted for the kitchen.

  “There’s my beautiful daughter,” her mom said cheerfully even after working a ten hour day.

  “Whatever mom. I look like crap.”

  Her mom gave a sour look and asked, “So how was your exam? Think you did ok?”

  It was the last thing Megan wanted to talk about but she knew her parents would be all over it when she got home. Conner did great mom. Didn’t you know he gave me some of the answers and I taped them to my leg so I could cheat. Megan always did fine in school and had never cheated until now her senior year. She really had no choice because her parents threatened that if she didn’t graduate she could kiss her acting career goodbye.

  She responded blandly to her mom as if trying to shrug off the conversation, “It was ok. I won’t know until Monday. What’s for dinner?”

  Dinner went by with its usual boring talk around the table of how school was and the stupid math exam once again and her little brother Bobby’s baseball practice next week and her mom’s pto meeting and her dad’s promotion at work. After dinner she ran upstairs and took a shower. When she was done it was eight thirty five and the day was fading out finally. Because she had slept when she got home from school she knew she would be up at least until midnight. Maybe I should have gone with Liz and Andi, she thought. This whole exam nightmare was really getting to her. Her stomach had been in knots all day and she barely ate her dinner. Just stop worrying about it Meg. Conner came through for me. I know he did. She opened up her window just a little to let some fresh, early summer night air flow into her room which was laden with pink madness all around. She was eighteen but still had a sick love for the color pink and just a few stuffed animals. It was defiantly a girl’s room but one that was fit for an older girl. She played around on facebook on her phone for a while and then turned on some music and began brushing her hair in front of her closet door mirror. I look so stressed, she thought as she watched herself brush her hair. Maybe I should play with myself just to relax; she thought again and pictured the little pink toy in her bra and panties drawer. A wave of guilt hit her at the thought of touching herself. Ever since she was thirteen, she’s always felt slightly guilty about masturbation. She, Liz and Andi had shared an experience in Liz’s room one summer afternoon. Liz’s parents were out shopping and the girls had been riding there bikes all afternoon in the heat. They went inside and into Liz’s room only to find themselves fifteen minutes later red faced and embarrassed with their panties down, laughing, pointing and touching each other’s girl parts. Liz had straddled her pillow and began grinding on it as Megan and Liz watched in curiosity and asked if it felt good and if they could have a turn. They vowed from that moment on that they would never talk about it no matter what.

  Honkey tonk woman by the Rolling Stones was playing on the radio which was tuned to the local classic rock station 106 WROK Tiptonia. Megan continued brushing her hair and then it was finally dark outside. She went to close the window and then the curtain. Her lamp sitting on her nightstand lit her room perfectly with a soft warm glow. As she brushed her hair she looked at her breasts pushing through the top she was wearing. She cupped them and sighed as she bounced them in her hands. She was proud of them and had no problem showing them off with wearing those too small tops she would by at the mall, although she didn’t want her girls to get in the way her succeeding in her acting career. She thought about Liz’s little blowjob act today in the restroom and as funny as it was, she knew Liz was right. She knew she had to be careful and not get caught up in doing something completely different of what she had intended to do with her life. Megan was well aware of the paths that would be presented to her when she went to California. Her mind was made up a long time ago that she wanted to be a serious actress and so what if she was pretty and had big boobs. Big deal. So does Jennifer Anniston, she thought. Those bodily assets could either help or hinder her. It was up to her. She knew she was talented and had proven it by being the lead actress in many of her school plays throughout jr. high and high school. She continued brushing her hair and then started singing along with the stones into her brush. Dancing and singing in front of the mirror was not out of the ordinary, even at eighteen. She’d been play acting in front of the mirror since she could remember. Ever since she saw the wizard of oz when she six, she would pretend she was Dorothy and that’s when she knew what she wanted to do with her life.

  It was a quarter to eleven and sleep had come a little earlier than expected. She yawned a few times as she finished brushing her hair and then flopped down on her bed just as she did a few hours ago when she got home from school. The lamp and radio were still on. She was too tired to get up and turn them off. She liked listening to music before she went to sleep. As she laid on her bed and stared at her ceiling fan spinning around, her eyes grew heavy with an oncoming sleep. Left over thoughts from the day sifted through her mind. The annoying buzzing alarm clock, almost being late to school, the fight in the hallway, Liz sticking French fries up her nose at lunchtime, the stupid math exam, worrying about graduating, the playground she drove past earlier, the wonderful aroma of pot roast, the hot water massaging her back in her shower, the stones, her lovely
large breasts. Her breathing slowed to a relaxing pace and her chest moved slowly up and down as sleep fell upon her. Her eyes closed shut and then one final thought went through her mind; I hope they say yes.

  There were at least fifteen or more kids standing in the hallway Monday morning at school, trying to get a good look at the tac board displaying a white sheet of paper that would decide their fate, that being no graduation or summer school. Megan was one of them but was caught in the middle, knocking shoulders with the other anxious teens. She felt like a sardine.

  The weekend had passed by like a fast moving storm and within a blink of her eye Monday was already here. Too soon. All weekend long she had those damn knots of worry still attacking her stomach despite helping her dad wash his truck Saturday morning and going with her mom to Tina’s in Bludenhale to get her eyebrows and nails done and going bowling Saturday night with her parent’s and little brother and her aunt and uncle and then to eat at Denny’s. She even managed to squeeze in some much needed alone girl time with herself when she finally caved and masturbated Sunday night. If no one had been home she would’ve screamed her pretty little head off because she hadn’t had an orgasm in two weeks and it felt so damn fucking good. Her wrist took the brunt of her feel good time in order to keep quiet. It left bite marks.

  She made her best effort to zero in on her name that she prayed was on the list. As she got closer she squint her eyes to see the tiny print, but still saw nothing. Her palms were damp with sweat. There was an odd sound of both laughter and crying in the crowd. Only the names of the people who passed their exams were on the list. If your name wasn’t on the list you were told to go see the guidance counselor for further instructions, but really that meant your ass was going to summer school, because instead of studying for finals you were too busy on facebook or pinterest or twitfuck or eating pussy or getting your pussy ate for the first time.