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Chapter 1: "Teacher's Lounge" Chapter 2: "Who Is Gwen Fall?" Chapter 3: "Leave Lloyd Alone" Chapter 4: "Linda Park-- After Dark" Chapter 5: "Between the Sheets" Chapter 6: "Creeping Around" Chapter 7: "A Headache" Chapter 8: "Going for a Ride" Chapter 9: "Gravity" Chapter 10: "Sentimental Value" Thumps of bass compressed Gwen's ear drums between sine wave oscillations. Piano bonk samples ended a stanza before two tones proceeded a slightly lower note. Hazel irises embedding Gwen's strawberry illuminated face stared, stupidly. Gwen's licorice locks departed her dumbfounded scalp and eclipsed her shoulders. Raspberry light illuminating charcoal strands, golden irises, and pine colored cheeks became lime green. Iris soot examined Gwen's kiwi lighted facial features between chocolate hair fluffs. Espresso brows crumpled a celery nasal chute above a smirk dividing thick sideburns. Gwen searched pupil checkers parting hazy lids and cheek limes topping rib leather. Pistachio rays switched to cyan and highlighted onion biceps framing pectoris steak. "L-Lloyyyd?" Gwen drunkenly slurred. "wwWhat is you do-iiing??" Lloyd stared at Gwen's honey tinted irises but didn't bother saying anything. Gwen spotted pin tunneled dick salmon topping a curly hair patch under Lloyd's navel. "You're circumciiised--" Gwen gushed between lazy teeth. "Isss beautifulllll--" Gwen focused hazel eye shutters on handlebar ab grips framing Lloyd's belly crater. Cyan radiation igniting Lloyd's approaching stomach steel switched to violet. Gwen noticed *she* was naked when Lloyd's finger gristle grazed her shoulder velvet. Lloyd caressed Gwen's baseball breast pudding and wrung her areola chocolate chips. Spasms traveling Gwen's sedated armpit nerves caused her to siphon a startled breath. "AAaaaa--" Gwen purred from gratified lips. "Oooohh, Lloyyyd--" Rose, tulip, plum, juniper, cyan, and lemon hearts split fleece soot coddling Gwen's neck curd. Mango tipped finger cream invaded pasta shirt slate and gripped Gwen's nipple drop. Gwen's raven noggin sun rays framed her dove cheeks along a love stripe, pillow sham. Her friend Allie nestled cozy bicep and hip velvet under blanket Valentine spots. Crow quills formed bangs above blue jay peepers admiring Gwen's peaceful breathing. Allie scanned her companion's bustling eye flaps and wadded her areola pencil eraser. "aaAAAA!" Gwen fired from turbulent facial marks. Allie unsealed excited giggles and twisted her friend's chest peg like a door lock. "AAAAaa!!" Gwen belted across lip salmon lining pissy iris amber. "Awww, Gwennn--" Allie croaked between chuckling mouth frames. "I was just playing with your love buttons. I was lonely." Allie suckled Gwen's savory cheek velvet and extruded her doughy mammary tip. "aAAA! Fuck!!" Gwen shrieked from arched body porcelain. The infuriated princess popped her mattress companion's satin throat porcelain. Allie flipped the other direction and clawed gasping aorta quartz with citrus talons. "I don't *want* this right now, frrreak!!" Gwen belted from disgusted speaking seams. Gwen stripped lime, cherry, lemon, cream, and coal panty marks before loading leg dairy. "Bitch!" Gwen spat while using juniper toe caps to mate brow butter with table oak. "Gaaa!" Allie grunted using mortified saliva seals. Allie crumpled achy ocular fur with neon digit caps and sucked frosty bedroom gasses. Gwen peeled Cupid fleece clinging leg pine beyond Allie's licorice strap tank top. "Get the-- fuck out of my bed!" the bitchy queen commanded using hateful mouth seams. Gwen shoved Allie's rose and ozone, panty heart frames using blueberry toe dots. Allie's apple tits rippled her knees while her nose chickpea popped pitch wall paint. "Ho!" Gwen barked while cocooning herself with asphalt Valentine fleece. Allie snatched shirt tarmac draping her cheek ivory before stumbling past Gwen's bed. "mmmMMM!" Allie grumbled while fumbling agitated, tangerine walking talons. "I *hate* you, Gwen!!" Gwen ignored a hall door beating its wall port and snuggled vivid lounging hearts. "Ahhhh--" Gwen purred from gratified digestive flaps. Gwen studied her night table and realized her dream's music was-- actually playing. A white kitty face wearing a crimson head bow decorated flamingo radio plastic. Gwen scanned ruby feline crystals forging "3:45" and exhaled irritated gasses. Vanilla mini skirt facets shrouded lavender lamp ceramic beside Gwen's stereo. Gwen rotated a platic knob using juniper digit dots and ignited potato chip ridges. Gwen's calf bottles tunneled rose, tulip, violet, bluebonnet, teal, and daisy heart stripes. Gwen flattened palm porcelain beside thigh ivory and exhaled past ham colored lips. She folded charcoal stomach elastic and dangled scalp soot beside pearl cheeks. She rummaged below her bed and laid a three ring binder across her lap custard. She suspended dutiful instep quartz and sapphire pedal claws using baseball kneecaps. Sexual artwork tarnished notebook paper lining Gwen's translucent binder pockets. Gwen spent hours sketching her pale body arcs and scribbling "Lloyd"-- all over them. "...lloyyyd..." Gwen read while sifting graphite characters and aroela scribbles. "...lloyyyd frrrrreeman..." Gwen scanned dual "L"s using ravenous port holes dividing her iris honey drops. "...lllloyd..." Gwen shuffled beyond her salmon pigmented mouth meat. "...lllloyd freeeeeeman..." Gwen's indulgent digit blueberries uncovered a sensuous comic strip with four panels. Gwen's sketch, backed against a dresser, occupied the upper left, lined sheet square. Lloyd was etched beside Gwen's depiction and ripping her shirt stripes in the next. Gwen's image stretched sleeve streaks with bashful wrists and clawed her nude tits. In space three, Gwen gripped the drawer tower, and Lloyd trailed her naked hiny arcs. Lloyd's muscular carcass hoisted Gwen's raven locks and shucked her elastic panties. Gwen searched her grim shoulder in port three and took a rear pounding in block four. Lloyd gripped Gwen's limp wrists and folded her terrifed form across the garment box. Gwen unveiled her dainty curves tied to a stone platform behind her dresser comic. Knotted twine strapped Gwen's mortified wrists and ankles across four steel stakes. Lloyd parked his muscular pecks and fat cock beside Gwen's igneous restraint slab. His eager digit steel wrung her left hand breast and invaded her helpless labia. Coerced ecstasy scarred solemn noggin morsels dividing Gwen's frail shoulder marks. A horizontal graphite stroke divided Gwen's proceeding notebook paper comic. The top sheet depicted Lloyd squeezing his fat cock beside Gwen's slumbering cheeks. The lower half flaunted Lloyd's muscular form ramming Gwen's startled lips with dick. Gwen's frantic avatar clawed wild tits and pubes Lloyd extracted from her bed spread. Gwen glided blueberry nail caps beside an umbilical pit under her tank top canopy. She invaded tropical panty stripes and grated her mucus lubricated pussy beebee. "ahhhh--" Gwen purred from salmon pigmented mouth frames. Gwen revealed a four square comic defacing the back of Lloyd's cock feeding reel. The first space depicted Gwen teasing Lloyd by paring panty lace under tight jeans. The next block showed Gwen gliding her butt cheeks across display frost and laughing. In pane three, Lloyd split shop glass and belt felt while Gwen packed grim butt lard. In port four, Lloyd stood on broken shards with his cock stuffed inside Gwen's hiny. Lloyd dangled a victorious cigarette from cackling lips while Gwen squealed for help. Gwen circled her slime drenched clitoris bump with blueberry spotted cream fingers. "aAAAaaa--" Gwen croaked between gratified digestive seams. "mMMmmm--" Gwen reamed her vagina and tilted raven scalp filaments between her quartz shoulders. "mmMMAAAA--" Gwen grunted past indulgent trachea ridges. Gwen crumpled lip ham and cheek cream with blueberry nail caps and sanded her cervix. "MMMmmm--" Gwen groaned between indigo digit dots plowing her ceramic face velvet. "mmMMUUHH!" A binder flaunting less erotic sketches occupied Gwen's school desk a little later. Gwen scribbled "Schizophrenia" above a seaweed page line topping vanilla dividers. Gwen's keen Psychology mentor edged pine and tray steel framing his lofty blackboard. Mr. Tinney used wise eye walnuts to search crystal tiles among silver ocular dowels. Peppered hair slicked across Mr. Tinney's scalp overlooked custard cheek pleats. An olive green vest with cherry argyle diamonds framed his starched shirt cream. Gwen's kind looking Psychology teacher searched his class and forged a warm smile. Gwen detested her first period educator and thought he looked like a fucking gay-wad. Mr. Tinney chalked a "one" and a half circle under his heading "Schizophrenia". Gwen occupied the central desk of Mr. Tinney's front row with her shapely tuchus. Four frosty uprights supported Gwen's oak work surface and steel storage box. A denim skirt separated her thigh and hip cellulite from banana peel seat plastic. Gwen's buttermilk calves filled suede ankle pitchers overlooking felt boot points. Cookies and cream turtleneck streaks glossed Gwen's trunk and entered her jean chute. Gwen's licorice scalp strands bordered her cheek cream and eclipsed her shoulders. Ground blush and tomato lipstick cradled Gwen's hazel eyes and coated her mouth rims. Gwen noted a one with a parenthesis and scanned graphite arcs topping her dictations. She sank a writing point beside her introductory digit using somber nail blueberries. Gwen carved "Hailey" between seaweed pigmented streaks lining her journal cellulose. Gwen glared at Hailey's embedded identifier underneath crumpled, raven eyebrows. She sanded the number "two" before a second graphite semi circle and wrote "Lloyd". She examined twin "L"s establishing the onset of Lloyd's bodeful nomenclature. "...lloyd..." Gwen read under her breath. "...lllllloyd..." Gwen focused corneal honey droplets on Hailey's agitating title constructors. "...hhhaileyyy..." Gwen squeezed past hateful teeth porcelain. Gwen wrung her ivory face velvet and carved a second "H" followed by a lowercase "a". She sawed an upright beside the hateful characters and lifted her banana peel scribe. She pulverized her fragile writing point above the vertical notebook indentation. Hailey Holloway occupied a plastic seat near the back of Mr. Tinney's classroom. Scalp flames bordered Hailey's limestone face points and dusted her lanky shoulders. Sweet potato brows topped emerald irises cleaving her lengthy eye lash copper. Gold dowels parted one by two inch ocular glass and invaded Hailey's temple ginger. Carnation blush and oral enamel dusted Hailey's cheeks and sealed her luscious lips. Silk quartz formed a feminine dress shirt and bridled Hailey's slender wrists. Mint button candy sealed her black skirt topper under collar points framing her neck. Ivory ellipse outlines marked soot thigh drapes overflowing Hailey's blueberry chair. Hailey's slender calf cream invaded vinyl instep borders forming coffee ballet flats. Hailey was staying with her friend, Wednesday and kindly pirating her espresso shoes. Wednesday occupied a desk by the rear, left corner of the classroom beside Hailey. Charcoal scalp strands framed Wednesday's cheek cream and nuzzled her jaw line. Sea frost irises and ruby lips embedded her raven bangs and topped her pointed chin. Crow feather shoulder flaps departed elastic blouse soot bridling her slender neck. Coal and ketchup skirt plaid blanketed Wednesday's sleek hip and thigh custard. Wednesday's birch calf arcs departed ruffled checks and filled pleated shoe licorice. Wedged walking cork cradled Wednesday's plantar velvet and formed long heel shafts. Lloyd occupied a desk beside Hailey's right hand shoulder quartz and hip circles. Cocoa noggin knots and jaw deep sideburn fluff shrouded Lloyd's iris tar and cheeks. Lloyd's long coveted, red-headed companion afforded him a longer smirk than usual. Pearl t-shirt elastic gripped Lloyd's upper body curves and entered limestone khakis. Hailey noticed untied shoelaces wadded beside one of Lloyd's worn, graphite sneakers. The adoring fox braced tile frost between Lloyd's desk posts and culled loose twine. Lloyd searched beige floor biscuits spotted with wine and coal under his work table. He scoured seam ivory parting Hailey's slim scapulas and waist above hiny skirt orbs. "Lookin' good down there, Hailey," Lloyd commented from smirking mouth seams. Hailey sealed a flattered giggle behind lip bismuth and knotted Lloyd's shoelaces. She scooted onto her seat using rosy palms and greeted Lloyd with a clumsy smile. She scoured "Schizophrenia" pencil marks above an aqua streak in her spiral notebook. "She flipped me off," Hailey vacantly observed. Hailey scribbled an opening numeral and a half circle under the heading in her notes. "Huh?" Wednesday probed while searching crowded students under startled brow asphalt. "Who?" "The bihhtch--" Hailey croaked while copying thoughtful insights Mr. Tinney shared. "G-wen." "Gwen?" Hailey's licorice stranded comrade repeated under crumpled temple custard. "Is she a-- bitch?" "She just called *me* a bitch," the ginger mistress grimly explained. Hailey ogled Gwen's hair coal while Wednesday fetched a journal from back pack denim. "wwWhy?" Wednesday triflingly prodded. The angelic goth flipped notepad soot kneaded with silly ghosts using pitch talons. "I know, right?" Hailey conceded while recording notes Mr. Tinney scribed. "What's *that* all about?" "You mean Gwen Fall?" Lloyd probed with walnut face crumples. "That-- dumb bitch who sits in the front row?" "Yeah," Hailey grumbled past carnation lip gloss. Hailey checked Lloyd's chocolate felted cheeks with ocular gems beneath sight glass. "She's always trying to answer Mr. Tinney's questions?" the spicy princess sneered. Hailey searched her Psychology notes and sprang dispassionate, apricot brows. "But, she *never* knows the answers." "rrRight--" Lloyd puffed between chuckling oral seals. Wednesday pilfered Mr. Tinney's blackboard notes and searched her friends' faces. "It's-- not because *you're* sitting back here, is it?" Wednesday suggested. Hailey probed her friend's sparkling cornea sapphires under curious brow sherbet. "I *always* sit here," Hailey brashly responded. "I meant Lloyyyd, dummy," Wednesday huffed past laughing lip rubies. "L-Lloyd?" Hailey parroted using bewildered precipice limestone. Hailey examined licorice scalp strands enclosing Gwen's pretentious cranium. "Why would she care if *Lloyd* sits back here?" Hailey asked her raven haired cohort. "*I* dunno," Wednesday haplessly hooted from lengthy trachea ridges. Hailey shuffled analytical ocular emeralds and focused on Lloyd's stealthy eye coals. "Lloyd, why would Gwen Fall care if you sat with us?" Hailey inquired. "Because-- she's a fuckin' *freak*," Lloyd groaned between sorrowful teeth flaps. Hailey examined Lloyd's bushy chops while he studied Gwen's lengthy hair graphite. "You *know* her?" Hailey probed using inquisitive lip bismuth. "I've-- seen her around," Lloyd vacantly responded. Hailey's cocoa mopped companion gazed at emerald irises sifting her optical prisms. "Sometimes, I like to go out and party. You know?" Lloyd shared with a shrug. "I've seen her here and there. Never really talked to her much. And-- Mr. Young stuck us in a two person lab group in Biology a while back." Lloyd checked Gwen's shoulder length noggin slate and siphoned a spiteful breath. "And, she seemed to like me a little bit." Hailey searched Lloyd's arabica forehead fluffs and drew thoughtful classroom gasses. "Ohhh--" the mango mopped vixen expelled among dazed cheek ceramic. Hailey crumpled captivated precipice limestone framing her emerald cornea facets. "rrReally??" "Oh, yeahhh--" Lloyd croaked before presenting Hailey's eye jade with tense features. "*I* think she's a-- fuckin' fruit cake." Hailey passed a grim breath over minty lip arcs while Wednesday copied dutiful notes. "*Everybody* thinks she is," Hailey's bubbly sidekick interjected. "She's always-- shouting out all the wrong answers." Wednesday oscillated irritated cheek quartz housing her optic teal and hair charcoal. "It's fffuckin' annoying." The perky minx penciled bulletin conjecture, then poked rosy lips with eraser tarmac. "Last week, she reminded Ms. Gord that she forgot to assign homework." "Awww, mahhhn--" Lloyd heaved past grieving oral flaps. "Like-- right at the end of class," Wednesday snarked while Hailey bared pissy teeth. "She's *that* kid," the disgusted countess extruded past cherry speech seals. "An-y-wayyy--" Lloyd croaked while crimping his celery nasal chute. "So, she's like-- a total weirdo. You know??" "Riiight--" Hailey groaned between mournful speech openings. "She's one of those kind of peopllle--" Lloyd embedded cherry spinal plastic with quartz scapula elastic and folded his arms. "She gets all-- pissy over nothing? You knowww??" Hailey nodded while Lloyd re-checked Gwen's scalp soot, then presented temple pleats. "We were dissecting-- some kind of-- pig-- thing??" "A *fetal* pig," Hailey explained with an assuring head dip. "Oh, *that's* it--" Lloyd graciously responded. "It was an unborn fetus. Anyway, so I showed up a little late that day. And-- dumb-shit up there-- she had already started without me?" Lloyd parted sentient index fingers in front of Hailey's sparkling cornea jade. "And, I looked in the tray? Like-- that dissection tray you gotta use in Biology class? And-- DUMB-ass had cut it up into pieces." "Ahhh-- What the hellll??" Hailey groaned using shriveled expression velvet. "Yeah, it was a-- fuckin' mess," Lloyd groaned while swatting irritated fingers. "She didn't-- do a straight incision or-- pin back the cadaver's arms and legs or-- trim its organs or-- *anything* resembling actual lab work." "So, she just cut it into PEE-ces??" Hailey doubtingly probed. "She just sorta-- cut it all up, yeahhh--" Lloyd shared with his feminine cohorts. "And then she, like-- randomly stuck the body parts all over the place with those-- dissection pins they give you?" "Ewwww--" Wednesday groaned from mournful lip rubies crumpling her cheek quartz. "I knowww--" Lloyd somberly croaked. "When I came up to the table, she like--" Lloyd popped his oak desk surface with violent knuckle extensions crimping his palm. "Stabbed the dissection scissors right through its eyes like that--" "Uggckk--" Wednesday retched beyond her disgusted vocal streaks. "Needless to say, we got an F on that project," the shaggy colt loathsomely grumbled. Lloyd scoured Hailey's emerald pupil slivers between his forehead keratin knots. "On a-- fuckin' dissection." "wwWhy?" Hailey snarled before paddling agitated digit embers by her shoulder quartz. "Why did she *do* that??" "*I* don't knowww--" Lloyd belted between upturned knuckle hot-dogs. "Gwen's-- kinda strange. You know?" Lloyd recorded Mr. Tinney's blackboard thoughts and probed Hailey's emerald irises. "She told me at the end of class," Lloyd continued. "She says-- 'Don't be late again, Lloyyyd'." "She did it because you were late to class?" Hailey demanded from startled face pine. "I-- guuuess??" Lloyd speculated among puzzled finger hammocks bordering his jaw. "What a-- fuckin' weirdo," Wednesday grumbled using joyless lip compote. Hailey scoured Lloyd's chocolate forehead fluffs and crumpled custard ocular frames. "I thought you said she *liked* you," Hailey commented with suspenseful oral bismuth. "Well-- after *that*," Lloyd picked up. "I came back the next day-- and, she was looking *up* at me-- with these big, flashy eyyyes--" "What the hellll??" Wednesday probed using stunned precipice porcelain. "And, she was grrrinning at meee--" Lloyd ominously rehashed. "Like it nev-er ev-en hap-pened." "wwWhat'd you say?" Hailey huffed past smirking lip menthol. "I said-- 'The fuck happened to you'?" Lloyd proudly testified. "'You act like a total nutcase? You get me a fuckin'-- F on my lab? And-- everything's supposed to be all good, now'?" Hailey savored Lloyd swiveling his angry cheeks and stacked her curious wrist silk. "And, what'd she think about *that*?" Hailey prodded with adoring emotive exhibits. "She-- She just looked at me and said, 'Yeahhh--'" Lloyd ominously narrated. Lloyd acknowledged folded forearms embedding Hailey's porcelain breast linen. "She kept-- looking at me with those golden eyyyes-- and smileeeng--" Hailey gazed at Lloyd's cornea tar and noticed him eyeing Gwen's shoulder stripes. "She's a fuckin'-- c-razy bitch," Lloyd brutally cautioned. A steel latticed window and a heavy latch ornamented Mr. Tinney's thick hallway door. A stocky silhouette dimmed the gentle Psychology instructor's lower port glass. Three leathery knuckle thumps rattled Mr. Tinney's oak hallway partition. The shrink ditched his chalk stick and popped writing mist beside cherry vest blocks. He searched his oblong panel glass and crumpled pale cheeks with diligent eye frames. The behavior analyst unseated a frosty entrance knob and greeted his unknown guest. A stout man in a trench coat looked down at Mr. Tinney using peaceful ocular coals. Deep creases departed the hallway occupant's eye caverns and split his face valleys. Rust and silver hair coils carpeted the visiting gentleman's weathered scalp. An olive green neck tie topped shirt bourbon tucked into his aged, chocolate slacks. Scuffed shoe remnants like charcoal escaped the foyer inhabitant's trouser rims. The wise man's margarita jacket wrinkles cradled his ancient knee espresso. "Hello," the man haunting Mr. Tinney's classroom remarked. The corridor wanderer shriveled wilted facial pudding bordering his cornea tar drops. "You must be Mr. Tinney. Is that right?" Mr. Tinney searched the passage explorer's eye pitch with skeptical, walnut irises. "Yes, sirrr," Mr. Tinney playfully responded. "What can *I* do for you?" The prying outsider checked his lower jacket pocket and wrinkled vacant brow fluffs. "Uhhh--" the foyer inhabitant croaked while patting complimentary jacket stowage. "Oh, I'm--" The messy man scoured his coat and hoisted rust and silver brows above his forehead. "Oh, *there* it is," the tunnel dweller mused while showing Mr. Tinney badge gold. "*I'm* Detective Moore. I'm with the police." Detective Moore forged a fake smile and sprouted wise creases from his ocular frames. "What can I help you with, Detective Moore?" Mr. Tinney ominously pried. "Wellll--" Detective Moore groaned while tucking away his black, leather wallet. "I'm looking for a-- Ms. Holloway? Is she in your class this morning?" Mr. Tinney searched long cracks framing Detective Moore's squinting optical caverns. "You mean-- Hailey?" Mr. Tinney wrangled from bewildered mouth seams. Detective Moore dragged rusted brow fluffs to the top of his forehead staircase. "Uhhh-- yes, sir," Moore kindly explained. "Is she here?" Mr. Tinney nodded. "Well yeah, she's here," Mr. Tinney grumbled before lapping anxious digestive rims. "Can I ask-- what this is a-BOUT?" "She didn't mention anything?" Moore quizzed before sifting wine and coal tile spots. "Nah, why would she--? Well, her mother went missing this weekend," Moore shared with hasty cheek pudding. "And, their house burned down." Mr. Tinney surfed Detective Moore's dim pupil slats using silicate visual squares. "Uhhh-- The house I read about in the paper?" Mr. Tinney grievously probed. "You mean, that was--" The pepper haired therapist spotted Hailey's curious eye emeralds above his shoulder. "Do you need to take her out of class?" the olive vested tutor demanded. "Did, uh-- Did you find her mom?" Detective Moore paired cautious leg segments and stacked his margarita arm chutes. "Wellll--" Detective Moore deviously dawdled. "I would like to *speak* with her for just a little bit, if that's okay." Mr. Tinney studied Detective Moore's wisdom rich facial features and nodded. "I'll go get her," Mr. Tinney reluctantly conceded. Hailey followed her teacher's glittering ocular tiles all the way to her desk. The girls probed Mr. Tinney's caramel irises beyond rimless specs and licorice bangs. "What is it, Mr. Tinney?" Hailey demanded using somber precipice pine. Hailey spotted Detective Moore's intrusive upper body scouring teenage faces. The hasty inspector taunted Hailey's grim eye kale with a victorious grin and waved. "There's-- someone here to see you," Hailey's delicate Psychology teacher explained. Hailey siphoned anxious gasses past her lip wax and searched Mr. Tinney's cornea tea. "Is it-- about my mom?" Hailey wrangled past grim cheek points. Mr. Tinney studied Hailey's colorful face and crumpled inquisitive ocular frames. "Is she-- missing, Hailey?" Mr. Tinney tenderly pried. "*I'm* sorry to hear that." Hailey lapped grim lip bismuth and searched her friend's uneasy cornea sapphires. She excavated mango claws from Lloyd's tender digits before planting vinyl foot rims. "It's not the first time," Hailey carelessly grumbled while brushing past Mr. Tinney. Mr. Tinney scoped Hailey's bicep silk and scalp ginger dusting her ribs and cheeks. Hailey spied Moore positioning his smug face pudding above folded, cactus forearms. She pointed emerald irises at Gwen's ocular honey drops while passing the front row. The raven haired vixen crumpled her asparagus nasal chute and forged a sinister grin. "...what is *with* this cunt?..." Hailey gushed between baffled incisors. Detective Moore observed Hailey's oncoming wrist silk sweeping her printed hip ovals. "Hello, Ms. Holloway," the diligent investigator kindly remarked. Moore adored birch knee apples navigating ruffled skirt soot above vinyl foot rims. He relished porcelain collar points oscillating under Hailey's emerald pupil facets. "You certainly look pretty, today." Hailey parked licorice shoes and tilted mango scalp twine along her scapula ivory. She felt like she was looking at Moore's wrinkled precipice from the floor. "Did you find her?" Hailey glumly probed. Detective Moore tilted regretful face custard and skimmed his upper eyelids. "nnNo--" the deceitful inspector slyly croaked. "Not yet." Hailey rocked cheddar shrouded cheek parmesan and shrugged impatient shoulder silk. "Can I go-- sit back down?" Hailey thoughtlessly demanded. Detective Moore sanded agitated oral seams with his weathered finger crumples. "I need to ask you some questions," Detective Moore explained. "Are you up for that?" Hailey checked and saw Wednesday skimming bicep pitch and Lloyd crumpling cagey eyes. Combed scalp silver topped a uniformed officer's head sleet in the teacher's lounge. Chrome push broom bristles overlooked the crisp enforcement droid's upper lip. Stout deltoids and biceps expanded blueberry arm chutes gripping his thick wrists. Golden badge emblems marked "City of Malley Police" ornamented his upper arm steel. An indigo tie and a silver tag divided his chest and ascended his left breast pocket. "Harris" spanned the shiny tag above a chrome badge with a forty-five degree vertex. Horizontal marks enclosed "City of Malley Police" above lower plate point curves. Harris' juniper shirt packed ocean slacks with pineapple seams topping shoe licorice. Table oak and bronze pinned, leather cocoa housed Harris' elbows and framed his face. Pencil and ruler doodle waves bordered tomato bulletin paper beyond his scalp silver. Ozone, daisy, kiwi, and plum digits announced "The 9th Grade Teachers of Glory High". Photographs of staff and their families spanned ruby space under rainbow letters. Officer Harris examined a one foot window occupying waxed door bark across the room. A clockwise spinning knob foreshadowed the wood hallway screen departing the lounge. Detective Moore's warm, spirited voice vibrated cozy, teacher hideout gasses. "I'm sure this'll just take a second, Ms. Holloway," Moore pretentiously dictated. Moore's worn fingers escaped cactus jacket pleats and gripped a zinc treated latch. His charcoal shoe remnants pervaded quartz floor linoleum with slate speckles. Hailey's licorice framed instep ivory guided hoop scribbled skirt soot into the room. Eighteen inch scalp flames torched ceramic bicep silk signaling Hailey's hip linen. Hailey paired meager foot mats and pointed emerald eyes at Harris' cornflower irises. She watched his lip bristles twitch and checked Moore's pupil tar above her shoulder. "Dihhhd-- something happen to my mom?" Hailey oscillated past nervous lip bismuth. Officer Harris faced folded, blueberry wrist tubes and exhaled a frustrated breath. "Moorrre--" Harris groaned beyond push broom lip chrome. Detective Moore passed Hailey and pointed out empty throne leather facing his cohort. "Why don't you have a seat, Ms. Holloway?" Moore forcefully suggested. Detective Moore took a seet beside his one foot shorter, concrete scalped accomplice. Hailey sanded nervous, tangerine finger caps with her feminine thumb limestone. She embedded coffee chair puffs with circular hiny art and grouped velvet calf pine. "We still haven't found your mother--" Detective Moore reluctantly conceded. Hailey scoured ivory ellipse borders bundling her frustrated thigh custard. "Ahhh--" Hailey extruded from impatient trachea ridges. "Are you-- worried, yet?" Detective Moore sarcastically demanded. "Is *that* why you're here?" Hailey probed while sifting Moore's prying ocular coals. "Uhhh--" the puzzled investigator grumbled using astonished face crumples. "I belieeeve--" Moore fetched a pocket, spiral pad and shuffled lined sheets behind a cherry cover. "That's-- exactly what you said, yesterday," Moore wrangled from diligent oral flaps. The clumsy sleuth watched Hailey cradle her chin peach, then scanned blase eye jade. "Yesterday? When I asked where your mother was??" Hailey wrinkled cerebral visual frames penetrating her rectangular optic crystals. "rrRight--" Hailey croaked across nodding lip bismuth. "Yeah, you *did* ask me exactly the same thing. Didn't you?" "wwWell--" the tenacious enforcer submitted under sprung brow rust. "That seems very strange to meee--" Detective Moore checked his substantial sidekick's silver cranium filaments. "Doesn't that seem *strange*, Officer Harris?" Moore demanded of his colleague. "May-beee--" Harris groaned using philosophical cheek points. "*Some* people might be a little worried," Moore beseeched with pleated face custard. "You asked about your mother a couple of tiiimes-- But you don't really seem *worried* about her, to me." "It's not the first time she's gone MISS-ing," Hailey retorted using pissy face pine. The frustrated sleuth searched his ginger haired guest's irritable emotion limestone. "Hai-ley," Officer Harris warmly interjected. The cunning fox probed Moore's cornea coals, then acknowledged Harris' cyan irises. "Yes, sir?" Hailey kindly obliged. "You know what happened here, Friday?" Officer Harris grimly inquired. Hailey folded her makeup brushed eye flaps and studied flickering memory projections. She observed body claret departing cherry glove leather bundling her frail digits. She recalled burrowing an abdominal gash and extracting connective bowel membrane. Hailey relished entrail contractions and released her secretive peepers to Harris. "I hearrrd," Hailey sorrowfully croaked. "And you weren't *here*, Friday?" Harris pried with oscillating precipice gristle. "Isn't that right?" "I was suspended," Hailey happily shared. Harris skimmed his partner's leathery cheeks, then examined Hailey's cornea emeralds. "Do you know what happened to the *other* kids?" Harris probed before folding wrist gristle. "Travis Grihhh-ffin? Jennifer Rahhh-gers? Vicky Turrr-ner? Paul Snyyy-der??" Hailey drilled silicate ocular aids and lapped carnation menthol frosting her lips. "Because-- *we* can't seem to find them. Or Vicky's dad, uhhh--" The astute jailer mashed afternoon canopy, pupil slats with pensive visual crumples. "mmMartin Turner--" Officer Harris wrangled from stubborn lip bristles. Detective Moore searched his cohort's scalp silver, then swatted a tiny notes page. "Officer Harris-- would you give us a moment, please?" Moore coldly interjected. Harris scoured Moore's copper and steel head coils, then scooted his chair backwards. Hailey glimpsed the stout lawman circle the lounge table and detected him leaving. Moore rested elbow cactus wads along bourbon arm shelves and folded wise digits. Hailey freed her chin apricot, finger weaves and grazed ivory printed lap charcoal. "Officer Harris is upset," Detective Moore blathered. "I'm-- really sorry that he keeps asking about Travis." The quizzical investigator lapped oblong mouth frames spanning his withered cheeks. "And-- Jennifer," Detective Moore haplessly appended. "And, Paul--" "I *heard* him," Hailey impatiently intercepted. Hailey didn't believe Harris suspected her, Wednesday, or Lloyd of murdering Tommy, Joe, Gary, Tate, or Ms. Goodwin. And, she didn't think he fingered her circle for contributing to Travis, Jennifer, Paul, Vicky, or Martin's disappearances. Hailey was certain the suspicion of her and her friends rested with Detective Moore. "*My* priority is finding your mother," the brazen gumshoe shamelessly proclaimed. "Okay, Ms. Holloway?" Hailey trained her sparkling cornea gems on Moore's eye coals and licked her lips. "O-kay," Hailey vacantly conceded. Moore opposed his ginger headed guest's analytical optic crystals with a warm smile. "I gotta sayyy--" the tenacious inspector paraded using crumpled cheek custard. "I think you're very intelligent, Ms. Holloway. You know that?" Hailey siphoned ominous gasses with her nostril beads and shared a peaceful breath. "*I* don't think I'm that smart," Hailey thoughtlessly contradicted. Detective Moore maintained a dismal grin and probed his upper, right eye flaps. "You rememberrr--? I asked you, yesterdayyy--?" the lingering investigator pried. "How you came to know-- that your house had burned down??" Hailey watched the inquisitive analyst grip pickle, elbow canvas and stroke his chin. "rrRight--" Hailey cautiously recounted. "I told you. I read about it in the paper." Detective Moore rocked his crinkled cheek leather among agreeable deltoid gristle. "Mm-hmmmm--" the intuitive inspector hummed beyond lengthy oral frames. "Uh-- whose paper did you read, again?" "Wednesday's," Hailey promptly reminded her vigilant host. "I, uhhh-- I stayed at Wednesday's house Friday night. And then, me and Wednesday were looking through the newspaper at Wednesday's house Saturday morning. We were wondering if there was any information about what happened at school, Friday." Hailey's rust haired harasser attentively rocked his hardened precipice pudding. "And then, I found this article about-- my house burning down Friday night." "That's-- the house on Cherry Lane, right?" Detective Moore dubiously specified. "Five-ninety-eight Cherry Layyne-- That's my *house*, alright." Hailey prodded Moore's insufferable ocular tar and swiveled sarcastic cheek birch. "I double checked." Detective Moore focused on Hailey's cornea emeralds and cradled his forehead pleats. "See, I can't help but wonderrr-- You read about your house on *Saturday*, is that right??" Detective Moore's apricot stranded guest floundered agreeable precipice limestone. "That's-- what I just *said*," the ginger haired intellectual cynically crafted. Detective Moore wrung troubled finger oatmeal and probed Hailey's sparkling eye gems. "Any reason why you didn't run over there-- right away?" Moore curiously prodded. Hailey's mournful emotion display evacuated its blood supply and turned into ice. Her copper scalped host perceived her expelling a frosty breath past nervous lip wax. "Msss. Holloway?" Detective Moore obtrusively buzzed. Hailey sifted frantic thoughts and sanded pasty oral rims with somber tongue rubber. "I didn't *want* to," Hailey fumbled past hapless mouth beeswax. "You-- didn't want to??" Detective Moore pried using dubious cheek pleats. Hailey lapped fearful lip bismuth and scrutinized partially developed motivations. "I-- fffucking hate her!" Hailey recklessly unloaded. Moore cushioned his jolted cheek custard and scoured Hailey's fiery cornea emeralds. "Th-That'll be all, Ms. Holloway," Moore fumbled between breathless digestive seams. "I'm-- sorry we bothered you this morning." The reluctant sleuth stacked his arms on the table and acknowledged the hall door. "You can go back to class, if you'd like." Hailey studied slate speckled tile quartz between her friend's licorice shoe rims. She shoved espresso arm leather with cream digits and departed the teacher's lounge. A steep shoe wedge supporting Wednesday's heel and arch became a stable toe platform. Amber silicone lining her teardrop stepping blade crushed carpet sprout, cigar ash. Licorice foot vinyl topped her pitch digit caps and framed her upright instep cream. Elastic coal pleats gripped her delicate Achilles velvet above four inch towers. Wednesday's buttermilk drumsticks hauled cherry skirt checks across threshold brass. Her tar tipped finger segments dangled a silver pocket hoop beside plaid hip ruffles. The chrome clasp hoisted a golden key and a stuffed kitten with silk soot fluffs. Ivory felt orbs with coal dots formed cartoon eyes above the travel cat's nose berry. Raven candy corns simulated tiny ear points above its portable cadaver shavings. Wednesday shucked blueberry back pack denim gripping her licorice shoulder silk. She shuffled her book sack to her wrist quartz and dropped it beside shiny door oak. She swept her cheek ceramic with raven scalp threads and embedded partition polish. Wednesday's rear scalp match remnants and checkered hiny sank her house's foyer seal. The short haired vixen folded lash soot embedding her graphite forehead drapes. "aahhhh--" the frosty eyed mistress heaved past peaceful lip rubies. Wednesday tossed her lock tumbler clasp among textile grit forming her school sack. She rested calf cream on cherry and coffee hip plaid, then skinned vinyl heel folds. She pared binding foot licorice and sank pitch digit caps in nylon carpet sprouts. "Hailey?" Wednesday curiously called. The soot haired vixen peeled her robed arch and buffed satin hide with thumbnail tar. "Haileyyy??" Wednesday playfully prodded. She chucked her vinyl cocoa wedges and followed carpet slate beyond the front door. Ivory trim lacquer underlined robin egg wall paint and framed a bathroom door way. Frosty tub porcelain straining stone tile with brass limbs refracted afternoon rays. Evening radiation pierced Wednesday's charcoal bedroom curtains next door. Steel spheres topped square tubing marking the corners of her bat wing bedding. Polished, oak slats framed the rear corner of Wednesday's compact domicile. Cellulose plating topped hardwood posts surmounting the back end kitchen partition. Wednesday implanted quartz and charcoal cooking tiles approximating blocks of ice. She folded ivory arm velvet along cream swirled espresso marble framing a steel sink. She sifted three, window square quartet rows parting oak dowels above floor cabinets. One by two foot, granite slats forged a path to a stone circle across emerald grass. Two foot sand pit cubes formed a jagged faced border spanning ninety six inches. Tangerine and lemon blasts torching evening air emitted slate and graphite plumes. Burlap seat puffs scribbled with ozone, kiwi, and rust padded a far side wicker sofa. Hailey coiled bowling pin calves along oval printed hiny silk bedding a central mat. One foot hair flames bordered rectangular glints covering Hailey's ominous peepers. Hailey's ivory collar points framed limestone neck satin refracting sherbet flickers. Wednesday's foreboding companion raised porcelain wrist silk and waved hello. Hailey enjoyed heat waves igniting oblong ocular crystals and soothing her cheeks. The ginger damsel's pearl blouse collected radiation and scorched her shapely trunk. Roaring convections baked Hailey's arc stamped hip coal and radiated into her heels. Tangerine discharges incinerated her oatmeal shin dermis and lime peel toe caps. Nail tar repeating neon flashes perched Wednesday's foot velvet along stone grooves. The licorice haired vixen closed an oak kitchen door and followed granite yard steps. Ruby beeswax stained a porcelain cancer stick departing Wednesday's velvet oral rims. Wednesday focused frosty pupil shutters on auburn fence pickets lining her back yard. The stained partition slats varied in width and posed opposite miters back to back. Behind Hailey's sitting surface, triplet oak eruptions formed wise trunk charcoal. Bourbon acorns speckled intricate limb hammocks sprouting fan shaped leaf emeralds. Hailey sifted queso flares with cornea jade using silicate panels framing her nose. Hailey's homely friend skimmed kiwi sprouts beside igneous slabs with pitch toe caps. Wednesday's calf cream waded cherry and coffee checks beneath mocha shoulder flaps. Scalp soot brushed Wednesday's ivory jawline and tickled her crow feather brows. "Hi, Hailey," Wednesday affectionately hummed while roosting near unfinished rock. "I guess-- you're burning your clothes from Friday?" The tender minx snapped lighter brass beside berry lips and sparked a two inch flame. "That was *your* idea," Hailey responded using agreeable mouth bismuth. Wednesday snuffed chimney ports and yanked her stogie before emitting nostril mist. "You neverrr-- said what happened after you came back," Wednesday shyly prodded. "You mean with Detective Moore?" Wednesday's mango scalped cohort grimly volunteered. "He came in and took you out of class," Wednesday ominously recapped. "When you came back, you just sat there-- staring." Wednesday siphoned her smoldering tobacco tube and inhaled using claret oral seams. "What happened when he took you out of class? Did he ask more questions, or what??" "Oh, yeahhh--" Hailey vacantly recounted with rocking facial porcelain. "The other guy was there, too. The police officer that was with him at my house?" Wednesday huffed savory smoke rings past her pomegranate stained digestive frames. "The one inside with the-- police uniform?" Hailey's curious comrade inquired. "Right," Hailey cordially concurred. "And, so??" Wednesday demanded while hoisting a cherry stained cigarette. "What did they want? Morrre-- awkward questions about Travis and them?" Hailey watched sweet potato flares depart her friend's granite, back yard chimney. "Officer Harris--" Hailey absently responded using carnation waxed lips. "That's the *other* guy's name. He asked if I was at school, Friday." "What-- is *with* that guy?" Wednesday belched from oscillating precipice ceramic. "Why does he keep *asking* that??" "Well, I thiiink--" Hailey hooted before searching her buddy's agitated cornea ice. "I don't think *he* thinks we had anything to do with-- anything." Wednesday shuffled irritated fingernail coals beside her porcelain cheek velvet. "Then-- why does he keep asking if you were *there*, Friday??" Wednesday firmly pried. "Or-- if you know what happened to Travis and Jennifer and them?" "I thiiink--" Hailey pungently interjected. "I think *Moore's* the one who suspects us." Wednesday discharged a quarter inch ash cylinder beside her strawberry hip plaid. "Harris seems like he's impatient, or like-- he's testing me. You know what I mean?" Hailey admired her friend's nodding facial quartz and searched pillars of exhaust. "Moore tells me he's trying to-- find my mom. He said it's his 'top priority'," she shared with cynical finger crests. "And, then-- he asked me why I didn't run right home when we read about the house burning down." Wednesday scoured her ginger companion's stunning face pine and puffed her stogie. "Wow, that's a really good question," Wednesday grimly acknowledged. "Yeah, no ssshit," Hailey hissed while ogling neon flickers sparking lime toe caps. "I felt like-- throwing up when he asked me that." Wednesday watched her ginger cohort topple a silver tape roll among roaring flames. "You're-- burning tape?" Wednesday demanded of Hailey's mango seared optic tiles. "Uhh, yeah--" Hailey vacuously hooted before nuzzling twine and scorching it. "I tied up Joe and Tommy and Tate and Gary with this stuff." Wednesday's colorful acquaintance paraded a fresh tube of chrome filament cling. "You know, they can figure ouuut-- if a piece of tape came from this same tape rohhll? Or, a different one??" Wednesday bellowed tobacco mist and observed her ginger chum hurling vinyl pipe wrap. "Haileyyy--" Wednesday hummed using sympathetic lip rubies. "There's no *way* they could find out. No wayyy!" "Wednesday, it's what they doooo--" Hailey groaned while discarding rope scraps. "Heyyy--" Hailey's warm companion purred while bedding burlap by her silk hiny ovals. Wednesday braced hiny checks with heel curd and pared stogie ash above lumbar wicker. "They're not gonna find ouuut--" Hailey sifted her bud's eye frost, then snagged nail coals grazing her Achilles nook. She paired satin hip hoops with thigh plaid and nuzzled neck cream with temple mango. "Hai-leyyy--" Wednesday cooed before swapping snipe digits and soothing spicy locks. "Do you need the loves?" Hailey cuddled her ab vanilla with Wednesday's arm dairy and nuzzled cheek pudding. Wednesday channeled jerky spiced tobacco vapors and seared her swooning oxygen sacks. "What the-- fuck is with that *Gwen* bitch?" Wednesday gushed past burnt voice slats. "Oh, I knowww--" Hailey mournfully croaked. "Lloyd thinks she's-- obsessed with him? What the fahhck??" "rrRight--?" Wednesday somberly exhaled with a dash of nicotine haze. "What are we-- supposed to *do* about that??" Hailey glimpsed tangerine and cantaloupe embers escaping catalytic eruptions. "We could *kill* herrr--" Hailey glumly croaked beyond carnation mouth wax. Wednesday searched Hailey's barren cornea emeralds and expelled uneasy gasses. "Haileyyy--" Wednesday grievingly hooted. "You're fucking with me, right??" Wednesday's cinnamon companion probed her teal irises, then redirected a blase shrug. "Just say-ing--" Hailey brashly hummed. Wednesday searched her friend's scalp magma and discarded dangling cigarette ash. Hailey swiveled grinning cheek pine the direction of her licorice stranded comrade. "Heyyy-- I've got a *date*, tonight." Wednesday siphoned excited vapors using pomegranate speaking arcs under her nose pea. "Riiight--" Wednesday victoriously croaked before lapping riveted lip rubies. "With Lloyd! I almost forgot." "Right??" Wednesday's chum conceded before piling mouth bismuth among cheek pleats. "Will you-- help me pick out something to wear?" "Well, of courrrse!" Wednesday beamed before parading her cancer stick with nail tar. "Lemme finish my smoke." "O-kay!" the ginger hen sang. Hailey nuzzled her friend's bosom and collected pitch talons soothing ivory ab silk. Lemon, cherry, orange, and teal glass melded a puddle stem departing ancient fingers. Cornea cola sifted silicate tendrils like ivory and slate fusing the Dr. Suess swirl. Walnut eye flaps and mashed banana, cheek hide crumpled thoughtful ocular caverns. "Detective Moore," Officer Harris' gruff vocal ridges interjected. Rust and silver curls sealed Moore's rear scalp above a seam parting his coat cactus. The vacant sleuth skimmed his margarita shoulder pleats and flaunted crystal twists. "Honestly, Harris--" Detective Moore passionately gushed. "Have you ever seen anything *like* this??" The silver haired killjoy crushed indigo and chrome chest ornaments with folded arms. Harris probed Moore's pupil tar with cornflower eyes and wiggled cement lip bristles. "Ne-ver," Officer Harris ominously conceded. "The arson guys-- They say that thing's like a-- fulgurite." Detective Moore crumpled bewildered cheek pudding supporting his curious optic coals. "A ful-gur-ite?" the suspicious gumshoe carefully repeated. "Isn't that made by lightning??" Moore's zinc topped cohort pointed out silicate swirls with his ozone visual slats. "They're saying *that* one--?" Officer Harris glumly prompted. "*That* one was made by burning thermite." "Therrr-mite?" the baffled investigator attentively parroted. Detective Moore scoured daisy, rose, orange, and bluebonnet glass extrusions. "I've never even *heard* of that." Harris gripped canary seam stripes sealing his muscular hips with masculine fingers. "They're saying it's some kinda-- rocket fuel," Harris dubiously reported. Moore's bronze and steel brow caterpillars ascended his forehead staircase custard. "Roc-ket fueeel?" Detective Moore gloriously recited. "rrReally??" "That's-- what the arson people are saying," Harris pried from his hesitant lips. "There was a-- large, stained glass window covering one of the walls--?" The troubled deputy sanded walnut neck leather eclipsing his rear collar blueberries. "That's what they told *me*, anyway." Detective Moore traveled a colorful crystal twister with his glittering eye coals. "Riiight-- *I* remember this old place," the distracted gumshoe croaked. "I used to see it all the *time* when I was younger." "Wellll, whoever did this--" Moore's stout counterpart somberly croaked. "They fired up this thermite compound right by that stained glass window. The melted glass dripped on top of that-- glowing hot shit. And, it got red hot-- like molten lava." Detective Moore grazed slick whirlpool patterns with his curious fingertip ridges. "Mm-hmmmmm--" the inattentive inspector vacantly hummed. "And then, that-- liquid glass poured off of the concrete floor-- and fused with sand surrounding the building." Moore buffed slick concrete with rubber mats dangling from his scuffed dress shoes. He rested the frosty Maelstrom beside other artifacts occupying quartz table plastic. "How do you *make* this stuff?" Detective Moore curiously probed. "You mean the thermite?" Moore's tailored colleague belched from silver whiskers. "The guys at arson say you mix aluminum dust with iron oxide." The grave sleuth gripped his elbow cactus in front of shirt caramel and an olive tie. He tapped his lengthy lips with crumpled finger custard and pleated lucid eye frames. "How many people-- do you think would know how to *make* that?" Moore cautiously pried. Officer Harris folded juniper wrist linen and searched his keen cohort's ocular tar. "Moorrre--" Harris impatiently groaned. "Why-- are you so convinced that Hailey Holloway did this? Hmm??" Harris' frustrated peer shuffled pissy arm segments beside his margarita coat wads. "Everything I've *seen* for the past couple of days makes me think of Hailey Holloway," Moore insisted. "*This* young lady is smart, Har-ris. Probably *too* damn smart-- for her own good." Moore observed his skeptical companion searching floor concrete and shaking his head. "Well, who *else* would've-- mixed up a mountain of rocket fuel and-- burned Travis and Jennifer and all their friends??" the stubborn investigator demanded. "You *think* that's what happened, here," Officer Harris soberly objected. "*You* don't know-- any of that stuff, yet." Blueberry canopy and a mango horizon framed cherry scalp curls bordering rosy cheeks. A hominy nasal tip and red wine lips parted pool water irises below raspberry bangs. Indigo wool topped narrow shoulders and framed chest cream under stiff collar points. A silver nametag marked "Westin" eclipsed six pointed star chrome, two inches wide. "City of Malley Police" scribed a circle bordering Westin's left breast badge points. The flashy police cadet pierced a charred tin gash with her charming cheek custard. "Uhh-- Detective Moore?" Officer Westin prodded using slim lip strawberries. Moore and Harris spotted Westin's inquisitive eye ozone and cherry scalp filaments. "Wudda you got there?" Moore probed with cheek pleats framing curious pupil molasses. Westin extracted her pale face and pierced a jagged wall gap with black boot leather. She used an ox skin calf chute to graze scorched concrete with a two inch foot mat. A blueberry ankle skirt scaled glittering clodhopper licorice lashed with twine soot. The cherry haired agent searched scraps with ocean eyes and paired walking cushions. She traveled seared cement and trained low rise pupil teal on Moore's chin custard. She used pitch digit caps departing her arm cream to dangle a baggie below his lips. Moore cradled a soot stained artifact like an arrow head embedding the plastic sack. "What *is* this?" the fascinated inspector zealously demanded. "A piece of bone," the pomegranate stranded damsel listlessly reported. Harris admired a large gap below Westin's heel mats while Moore culled a bone pouch. "Bone, huh?" Detective Moore skeptically probed. The disappointed sleuth suspended a calcium hunk above his pupils with finger pleats. Harris admired the diligent vixen leveling clunky heels and folding her wrist cream. "I was-- told to bring it right over," Officer Westin shyly offered. Detective Moore searched the sooted fragment and sprang his rust and silver brows. "Well, it's pretty dried out," the towering investigator complained. "We're probably not gonna get any-- D-N-A from this." Detective Moore pierced the studious cadet's seaweed peepers with his cornea coals. "Who found this?" the rust haired gumshoe imposed. "*I* did," the claret stranded trooper glumly explained. "How did you *find* this tiny, little thing?" Moore prodded using precipice pudding. "I've been-- combing through ashes all afternoon," Westin sorrowfully remarked. "It's very tedious." Detective Moore examined a bone chip vertex and returned the evidence bag to Westin. "Well, make sure this gets to the lab," the demanding investigator instructed. "But, we *really* need teeth." The acute vixen tilted cherry curls between her scapulas and sifted Moore's eye coal. "You're-- looking for teeth?" Officer Westin attentively clarified. "Hopefully, their teeth will contain tooth pulp," Moore schemed with nodding cheeks. "It's probably the only way we're gonna identify those remains." The wine haired cadet rocked keen face cream and toted her find with grim nail tar. She shuffled blueberry linen and leather clodhoppers past a jagged partition gap. A humanoid grasshopper limb bypassed an old car tire with serrated calf thorax. Matching leg parts placed toe points among topsoil talc dusting a quartz driver door. Emerald socket joints connected lanky biceps and wrists to upper corner chest planks. Twin fingers and opposable thumbs grasped desert gasses below a praying mantis face. Slivered ports like snake pupils focalized cornea daisies above olive cheek points. Chlorophyll mouth tentacles and antenna segments populated the triangular precipice. The creature waved a dusty car stereo and extruded growls from wiggling lip fingers. "I find this," an ivory caption presented among scrawny calves. Nearby, a lemon peel being pilfered auto scraps and erected curious antenna segments. It focused lady bug irises on its companion and stomped across powdery dirt. It snatched the radio and shuffled hateful growls past its infuriated lip tentacles. "This is useless *human* technology," quartz characters curiously translated. "We have to have *our* technology. It contains 'the liquid'." Hailey and Lloyd embedded cherry lumbar mats and padded arm rests in a darkened room. Ivory rays sparked Lloyd's cocoa forehead fluffs and shaded chops lining his cheeks. A spotlight charred Lloyd's soot and chalk shirt stripes and arabica collar flaps. Ivory projector radiation illuminated plastic chest buttons and indigo denim wads. Strawberry and cream pin stripes lined a plastic popcorn tub parting Lloyd's knees. Pumpkin shell contoured magma strands framing Hailey's quartz fired optic crystals. Vertical light parted Hailey's throat pine and a neck hoop spanning her shoulders. An upright glow seared dalmation spotted shirt cotton hugging Hailey's trunk curves. Copper quarters fastened an indigo jean skirt along the base of her short sleeve top. Hailey's limestone thighs dangled velvet calf curves invading camel hair ankle suede. Hailey relaxed woven digits along her lap and adored Lloyd munching popcorn blossoms. The pair oscillated skeptical cheek pleats and checked each other's quizzical irises. Hailey found it convenient that one alien understood random junk but not the other. Lloyd didn't believe any thoughtful creature would doubt the value of electronics. A smaller, lime peel creature waved a slate canister with cyan caps above its head. The miniature humanoid's tiny mouth tentacles produced high frequency grunts. "I find this," a porcelain caption dictated in front of the hobbit's hip. The impatient organism pointed lady bug eyes at midget fingers shaking a plastic can. It nodded approving facial points and ejected gutteral growls between lip worms. "That's it," pearl characters translated. "You've done good, small one. This is what we've been looking for all this time." Hailey used crystal aided optic jade to scan ivory digits and folded angry eye flaps. She searched Lloyd's chops with cornea emeralds probing her right hand ocular points. "...lllloyd..." Hailey sarcastically whispered. Lloyd shifted his face and found Hailey's pupil gems among chocolate forehead twists. "...you mean to tell meee-- these things have been stranded on earrrth-- for twenty years-- eating dog food-- being terrorized by armed soldiers-- because they were looking for *that*?..." Lloyd exhaled a dissappointed sigh and rocked projector illuminated shoulder stripes. "...that is-- basically what they're saying, huh?..." Lloyd agreeably rasped. "...it would've taken me twenty *minutes* to find that!..." Hailey vented between upturned palms. "...how does that make any sense?..." "...yeahhh-- it's pretty lame..." Lloyd grated between smirking lips. Hailey invaded Lloyd's arm rest and snatched buttery puffs with her neon finger caps. She hoisted oily blossoms beyond soft serve lips and flashed fiery ocular emeralds. "...it's completely ri-dic-u-lous!..." Hailey quietly fired past mouth frame bismuth. Hailey tossed popcorn sprouts between her agitated teeth and embedded cherry padding. The pineapple creature managed four Bunsen burners heating flasks above a junk table. The crystal beakers contained lemon, lime, strawberry, and blue raspberry fluids. The daffodil fleshed alien suspended something mysterious using chrome plated tongs. The olive skinned creature waved impatient arm segments and ejected agitated growls. "Why does this take so long?" quartz characters dictated beside the crude work table. "This is much difficult," the cork fleshed humanoid grunted back. "A lot can go wrong." Hailey plopped ivory scorched forehead velvet along her sprouted palm pillows. Lloyd's popcorn crunching precipice examined his agitated companion and smirked. The lava stranded damsel checked Lloyd's sparkling eye coals and shook her head. "...he's waited twenty years!..." Hailey hopelessly rasped. "...he can't wait-- twenty more seconds??..." Lloyd choked back adoring laughter and laid his index finger across antsy lip arcs. "...shh..." Lloyd whispered. Hailey balanced her chin custard along hand satin and gazed at Lloyd's cornea pitch. "...lloyyyd..." Hailey desperately hissed. "...i *hate* this stupid movie!..." The neon haired mistress directed tangerine digit caps at torcherous screen flashes. "...it's fuckin'-- retarded!..." "...*you* hate it?..." Lloyd whispered using inquisitive cheek walnut. Hailey tamped carnation glossed digestive rims and nodded crinkled face limestone. Lloyd sifted sixty foot image flickers, then snatched his plastic popcorn bucket. "...shiiit..." Lloyd croaked while standing and watching padded chair rubies collide. "...let's go grab a smoke..." Lloyd tucked his pin striped snack receptacle and offered masculine digit segments. Hailey grinned at Lloyd's ocular tar before exacting stability with firm palm ridges. Glowing radish, fluorescent curves outlined "Cinema" along the front of the theater. Kiwi light glass framed "66" among licorice tiles reflecting white grape glints. Raspberry grip staples served eight aluminum frames lining ivory sparkled door glass. Lloyd wrangled a far end port and watched his ginger haired companion stroll outside. Hailey dangled a compact purse with citrus dotted cream fingers using a pitch strap. She seated bag crystal veiling makeup cases between slate caps and shook wiry digits. "I mean-- the military has been supposedly working with these creatures for twenty yearrrs--" Hailey vented. "And, they haven't even figured out their language, yet? Or, some *other* way to communicate??" Lloyd extracted a cardboard cigarette box from the front pocket of his indigo jeans. His ginger headed cohort pounded blueberry hip denim with agitated knuckle segments. "They didn't bother to-- introduce themselves??" Hailey ferociously demanded. "Thhhey-- let their ship hover in the sky for-- how long?" Lloyd blew past a chuckle. "Like several months, right? Why??" "Riiight??" Hailey spitefully concurred. Lloyd braced ruby tobacco artwork framing an upward vertex and upheld gossipy palms. "You would think-- if that really happened in *real* life," Lloyd expertly snarked. "That the nosy-ass military would be up there ten minutes after the ship arrived-- knocking on the door." Hailey kneaded pleats topping her asparagus nasal chute with carrot skin finger caps. "Well, you would thiiink--" Hailey impatiently groaned. Lloyd snagged filter mango while Hailey molded eye crimps and "o" shaped lip bismuth. "Oh, my Gahhhd-- their guns!" Lloyd excavated a tissue nicotine pipe streaked with ashy rings and chuckled. "Their guns can only be used if their-- D-N-A is touching them?!" "I almost-- got up and walked out when they said *that* shit," Lloyd candidly shared. Lloyd steadied a strawberry Flic lighter beyond his talking cigarette jugglers. "That bit was-- pretty fuckin' lame, if you ask *me*." "Mahhn--" Hailey sang while tilling hip ozone above boot suede and gold cement dust. "I'm so glad it wasn't-- just *me*." Lloyd prodded emerald pupil facets piercing Hailey's rectangular visual crystals. "Yeah me, toooo--" Lloyd sparked tan cheeks by raking a flint wheel and firing a chrome chimney droplet. He savored Hailey's nail embers coiling juniper denim overflowing pine thigh satin. He greeted her lime peepers and snatched misty tissue cleaving captivated lip grips. "Are you pretty nervous, Hailey?" The giddy fox swam Lloyd's java eye channels and molded flamingo lips into a smile. "Ummm-- I feel like I'm gonna throw up," Hailey shuffled past flustered speech frost. The antsy doe headed nearing shoe scraps with boot felt and submitted icy palm drops. "M-My hands are all sweaty," Hailey shyly fumbled while Lloyd skimmed her pupil jade. "I, uh-- I'm really nervous, too," Lloyd conceded. Hailey savored leathery thumb grazes while Lloyd reposefully scanned her neck birch. "Does that feel guhhd?" the affectionate shepherd curiously croaked. "Yesss--" Hailey calmly vented before piling Lloyd's digits and skimming his eye coals. "This whole thing is-- such a mess. You know?" the ginger dutchess ominously posed. "Wudda you *mean* it's a mess?" Lloyd pried before flaring his cigarette ember. "Ahh, we--" Hailey blathered before expelling dismissive gasses from her nose beads. "You know, the first time I *called* you the other night--" Hailey searched Lloyd's ocular pitch with emerald sight facets and siphoned a breath. "...it was to ask for help killing those-- fuckers from school..." Hailey whispered. "...and-- you agreed to help because they killed your brother. that's *literally* the basis of our relationship..." Lloyd released Hailey's frosty fingers to snatch his smoke and inhaled searing fumes. "Hey-- It got me *this* far," the oracle croaked before adoring Hailey's warm chuckles. "That's all *I* care about." Lloyd admired Hailey sifting gold dusted tile tarmac and tugged her bashful fingers. "You know Hailey, I *really* like you," Lloyd shared while parading his cancer stick. "I would, umm--" The sherbet stranded damsel prodded emotion artifacts embedding Lloyd's scalp knots. "Waaaht?" Hailey playfully probed while observing Lloyd savor searing tobacco fumes. "Lloyyyyyd!" Hailey's kiwi pupil starbursts caused the smoking coolie to flare rosy cheek sprouts. Lloyd wenched Hailey's pine digits and grasped her upper mouth menthol with his lips. The siren greeted Lloyd's inexpectant oral seams and kneaded his lower speech flap. "MMmmm--" Hailey hummed while Lloyd split woven jaws and nuzzled her forehead pine. "I would do an-y-thing for you," Lloyd thoughtlessly blathered. "I *love* you." Hailey scoured unsettled vision coals and flapped her vacant ocular coverings. "--oh, shit--" Lloyd psychically conjured before crumpling grim face amber. Hailey tilled Lloyd's disconcerted scalp chocolate and tapped a startled breath. "Oh, my God!" Hailey belted while combing Lloyd's chocolate chops with citrus talons. "You-- really *love* me, don't you?" Lloyd sighted Hailey's cheery cheeks and buckled relieved eyes above a settled smirk. "I think sooo--" Lloyd croaked before collecting Hailey's rear scalp sherbet. The antsy stallion nuzzled Hailey's hair cheddar with his chin and shed a heavy huff. "Ohhh-- I'm sorry I told you I love you on our first date," Lloyd groaned. "I-- *I'm* not!" the perky ginger bungled while Lloyd endured her wringing his waist. "I'm *happy* you told me that, Lloyd." Hailey side shifted hesitant mouth bismuth and probed her grim, upper ocular flaps. "You're not like-- waiting for me to say it right back, are you?" Hailey prodded. "Of course not, Hailey," Lloyd agreeably shared while popping spent cigarette embers. "I don't even know-- how you *could*." Hailey spiked her boot tips and pecked Lloyd's neck, then implored his wiry eye soot. "Lloyyyd--" Hailey playfully nagged. "Kiss me, a-gahhhn--" Lloyd perched Hailey's startled tuchus curves and polka dotted jugs beside his hip. "Oh-- shit!" Hailey fumbled from limestone precipice points. Lloyd split Hailey's icy lip shellac and clawed thigh curd escaping her skirt grit. He gripped his stogie below Hailey's drumstick and searched her eye jade, lens veils. "Fuck yeahhh--" Hailey vented before wadding Lloyd's polo marks and gobbling his pipers. The shaggy misfit extruded Hailey's lower mandible pine with captivated speech seams. A ghastly shriek like a key duplicator scattered Lloyd and Hailey's thoughts. "What the fuck are you do-ing?!" the unwelcome vocalizer yelped. Hailey and Lloyd disentangled their jolted smoochers and checked a concrete landing. Support columns with rosy mirror saltines profiled two licorice haired young ladies. Chin length crow strands framed the nine o'clock vixen's pointed facial quartz. Graphite bangs topped blue jay irises and a chickpea nasal tip eclipsing cherry lips. Crystal charcoal spanning meager shoulders profiled the pale damsel's chest cream. Tube top soot strapped tomato tits between ivory biceps exiting murky sleeve ruffles. The teen gal's ceramic navel pit grazed nylon fog and invaded leather skirt pleats. Thigh and calf buttermilk escaped cross creased hip tar and filled pitch boot chutes. Compact bag licorice overlooking pointed footwear tips latched brass deltoid links. The plus one's raven drapes cradled eye scotch and a nose beebee heading tomato lips. Her slate threads framed neck butter and dusted cookies and cream turtleneck streaks. Lined cotton gripping trim flanks roosted baby blue waist denim bundling hip pudding. Toned calf mousse departed robin egg knee weaves and packed pumpkin pie ankle suede. Gold chain clasping tulip shoulder vinyl dangled a pink purse above felt toe spades. Ivory whisker licorice edged a plastic nose ruby adorning the kitty shaped hand bag. The fiery gal released her cat case's ivory ocular arcs and pointed at Hailey's eyes. "Get your-- fucking hands off of him!!" the three o'clock maiden witlessly belched. Hailey embedded Lloyd's stout arm segments and analyzed a furious, indigo nail cap. She swiveled flame shrouded cheek limestone and examined Lloyd's espresso sideburns. "Uhh-- Lloyd?" the mango stranded mistress quizzically groaned. "wwWhat the hell??" Lloyd nuzzled his espresso and milk shoulder stripes and sifted Gwen's hazel peepers. "G-wen?" Lloyd sarcastically probed. "Gwen from-- Bi-o-lo-gy, Gwen?" "*You* know who I am!" Gwen blared using feral face custard while pounding hip denim. "You're just gonna-- pre-tend you don't remember me, now? Reeeally?!" "I re-mem-ber, Gwen," Lloyd snarked before siphoning thumb pinched stogie remnants. "What a-bout it?" Lloyd skimmed Hailey's grim eye kale before helping her uproot scapula polka dots. "Yeahh--" Gwen grated while ditching kitty purse, bubble gum among asphalt gold dust. "*You* rememberrr--" Gwen stalked her targets with suede footwear and sanded cookies and cream ab streaks. "You remember, Lloyyyd--" the wench cooed while clawing rib slats with indigo talons. Hailey's unimpressed companion expelled a dash of tobacco mist and squinted. Gwen wadded gelatin breasts and shimmied sweater coal marks above her pale stomach. "You rememberrrggh-- Right, Lllloyd??" The feral maiden uncovered lace snowflakes topping her cotton candy hooter baskets. "ahhhh--" Gwen purred before grating mammary dough swelling coconut brassiere frills. She peeled flamingo titty covers and snagged turtleneck pleats with tulip suspenders. She extruded custard breast wakes with blueberry claws and buffed areola ham beebees. "mMMmmm--" the she-devil hummed while probing Lloyd's joyless cornea charcoal. "ahh-- You remember how they feeeel, right?" Gwen peeled pigment brushed ocular seals and pleated hysterical, raven brow points. "rrRight?! Lllloyd?!?" the hysterical witch gushed between tamped incisors. Lloyd scanned Gwen's crumpled face porcelain beyond nicotine steam searing his eyes. "Gwen, what the fuck?" the sour stallion solemnly belched. "ohhhh--" Gwen yowled before bucking feverish scalp slate and snuffing hazel irises. "Ohh, you rememberrr--" Gwen filed salmon nipples with indigo tipped digit swirls and nibbled tomato lip wax. "Mmmm--" the empress hooted before sucking frigid gasses and sharing a beastly groan. She clawed ivory rib velvet and spun her angular boot suede the opposite direction. "You remember allll thisssss--" Gwen scuffed her custard spine seam with blueberry talons and swept ozone hiny denim. "AAaaaa--" She navigated lap mousse and buffed ivory abs before re-seating flamingo tit covers. She situated tulip deltoid harnesses by rowing her limber biceps and turned around. "You didn't think you were his first, did youuu?" Gwen teased with tomato lip arcs. "Hai-leyyy??" Hailey ogled Gwen packing her skirt with sweater stripes, then drilled her sight ale. "Sheee's ly-ing," Lloyd grumbled while hatefully stomping his coffin nail. "I have no i-dee-a why she's making up this-- dumb shit." "Ohhh, I'm lyyy-ing--" Gwen viciously croaked. "Now, I'm a li-arrr--" Lloyd caressed Hailey's polka dotted lumbar curve and nudged her towards his car. "Okay-- maybe we should get outta here." Hailey evaded Lloyd's stout digits and piloted birch limbs toward Gwen's smug frame. She implanted suede boots and pummeled Gwen's cheek pearl with barbaric palm meat. Gwen's denim taped hiny and tender tendril knobs popped cement coal and gelatin tits. The jolted vixen sloshed wiry scalp licorice and glared at Hailey's pissy precipice. "I'm not *lying*!" Gwen thoughtlessly shrieked. "I don't *give* a shit!" Hailey belted from agitated, dalmation chest spots. "You're being a cunt! That's all *I* care about!" The tangerine stranded rage queen ratcheted a custard index digit spotted with mango. "It's nobody else's business what you two *did*! That's between you and *Lloyd*!!" Hailey savored evening frost and located Lloyd's cozy fingers behind her tuchus wrap. "Let's-- get out of here, Lloyd," Hailey grated before yanking Lloyd towards his Cammy. The spicy fox observed Gwen's mousy sidekick cowering to collect her deltoid marks. Gwen shoved her chum's nylon rib veil, beating theater pillar mirrors with her spine. "*Get* off me!!" Gwen snarled past clenched chompers. "You are fucking WORTHLESS, Allie! I *hate* you!!" Hailey centralized disgusted precipice limestone and swiveled her vigilant cheeks. "P-leeease tell me that did not just happen," Lloyd mournfully croaked. Hailey glimpsed Lloyd's sparkling ocular coals between his espresso forehead locks. She expelled a somber huff and grazed Lloyd's troubled neck hide with puckered lips. "For-get about those fuckers," Hailey staunchly declared. "Just-- take me back to Wednesday's." Wednesday's popcorn nasal tip and velvet lip rubies embedded her porcelain palm silk. Her pitch lacquered fingertips and opposable tar cap grazed converse ocular flaps. Charcoal bangs overflowed Wednesday's ivory digits between her graphite cheek drapes. Wednesday's unused wrist cream dangled a stogie across her rose and soot knee plaid. Her checkered tuchus matted emerald grass sprouts beside an ivory tobacco vortex. Parted ankles diverted toppled, bowling pin calves underneath coupled kneecap quartz. Tarmac dotted toes piercing sand paper cement hoisted Wednesday's counterposed heels. The languid sidewalk dweller scanned her licorice bicep flap for an approaching car. An inclined deflector plate coated with robin egg acrylic divided twin hood beams. Upright zinc slats forged a hood ornament framing ozone, pitch, and tomato acrylic. Elongated digit quartz spelled "CAMMY" across a lower plate that was painted black. Slate fins vented apostrophe ports scarring a curved hood with Neptune paint patches. Lloyd and Hailey inhabited foam sprouted seat cornflower beyond a sloped windshield. Lloyd's eye coals scanned cocoa forehead strands tickling his celery nasal chute. A joyous smirk graced walnut cheek hide between Lloyd's espresso sideburn sprouts. Lloyd's cookies and cream polo stripes and indigo jeans impressed ocean vinyl ridges. His sloppy shoe soot worked a lanky gas pedal and dual foot tiles coated with chrome. A reflective stick departed a rubber tile pyramid dividing Lloyd and Hailey's calves. Soot marks formed a number eight along a charcoal sphere topping Lloyd's shift pole. Lloyd flattened his zinc treated clutch pedal and rocketed a billiard gear grip. Elastic deltoid miters framed a cotton neck arch flaunting Hailey's pale chest. Hailey's onion tits and trim stomach expanded ivory textile with one inch coal spots. Meringue body drapes permeated a denim skirt hoop bundling Hailey's slender waist. Carrot scalp shavings framed ocular crystals surmounting Hailey's hominy nose point. Curious eye emeralds embedding mascara spokes and mango brows adored Lloyd's driving. Carnation waxed lip arcs centralized angular cheeks below enchanted olfactory beads. Copper quarters sutured blueberry sand paper baling Hailey's waist and thigh gelatin. Folded cream fingers with orange tips steadied velvet arm pine bracing her rib linen. Custard calves invaded suede Achilles bridles overlooking caramel boot spades. Hailey relished Lloyd crunching his Cammy's clutch and hurling an eight ball knob. She probed the corners of her eyes and admired Lloyd's facial coffee sprouts. Lloyd gazed at his rider's visual jade between arabica forehead tendrils and smirked. "You are one hot, little lady therrre-- Hailey Holloway," Lloyd adoringly croaked. Hailey crumpled porcelain facial flaps to hide her flattered lip bismuth. "I was-- checking out what a sexy *man* you are, Lloyd Freeeman," Hailey playfully responded. Lloyd discharged anticipatory brow chocolate and casually checked passing pavement. "Well, I mean-- I'm just driving my *car* around," Lloyd slyly reflected. "Ya know??" Hailey buried chuckling oral wax and cradled her bashful chin pine with neon nails. "You think I'm 'hawwt', huh?" Hailey curiously fished. Hailey's grateful chauffeur scanned his date's colorful face, then checked the road. "You take my *breath* a-way," Lloyd shared before scanning his rider's eye emeralds. "You have the prettiest eyes. I *love* your eyes." Hailey tamped a bashful smirk and surveyed Lloyd's walnut cheeks, surreptitiously. "Long flowing hair, like fi-yerrr-- soft, glowing skihhhn--" Lloyd sealed adoring peepers and visualized Hailey's lime and conifer pupil facets. "Sparkling green *eyyyes*--" the giddy motorist reiterated. "The eyes are the windows of the soul--" Lloyd romantically recited. "That-- So, I've been told," Hailey blubbered while Lloyd skimmed nighttime asphalt. "*Your* soul seems very wise," Lloyd cunningly proclaimed. "And, intelligent." "It DOES nahht!" Hailey gushed past cackling lip bubble gum. "How about 'ssSexy'?" Lloyd fondly posed. "How's *that* sound?" "Shut-uhhp--" Hailey grated while skimming ozone carpet parting her spade boot ale. "Your *soul*," Lloyd humorously reiterated. "I'm talking souls, here." "Lloyyyd--!" Hailey extruded using radiant vocal ridges. "Ah, hell-- your EV-RY-THING is sexy," Lloyd aimlessly blathered. "Lloyd-- ssshut the fuck up!" Hailey fumbled while jostling tickled nail embers. "Gorgeous fayyce-- great bahhd--" Lloyd carried on while checking his driver window. "Curvy, round hihhps-- long, sexy lehhhgs-- slender, hourglass waiyyst--" Hailey skimmed Lloyd's eye tar, then clawed juniper lap denim and mashed lip bismuth. "Nothing about my-- tiny little tits, huh?" Hailey resentfully surfed. "*I* was getting to those!" Lloyd keenly acknowledged. "You were-- avoiding them," Hailey playfully challenged. "That's not truuue!" Lloyd earnestly dictated. "I happen to think they're a *perfect* size. I *like* 'em cute and cuddly like yours!" Lloyd's ginger haired passenger sprang pumpkin shell brows above rimless eye glass. "'Cute' and 'cuddly'?" Hailey comically parroted. "Uhh-- perky and precious?" Lloyd cleverly restated. Hailey searched evening canopy glints and formed a secure smile with waxed oral rims. Gwen grating cream mammary bags with blueberry talons disrupted Hailey's thoughts. Hailey recalled erotic finger ridges polishing peg shaped nipple grit like salmon. "Ohh, you rememberrr--" Gwen's disturbing image erotically hummed. The sinister temptress cuddled her tilted neck cream and nibbled tomato lip stain. "Mmmm--" Gwen shimmied past distended vocal serrations. Hailey pointed mango brows at her agitated nose pleats and checked Lloyd's eye coals. "That-- fffuckin' slut," Hailey extruded from disgusted oral bismuth. Hailey's chocolate stranded companion deserted a relaxing, cognitive haze. "Uhhh--" Lloyd cautiously grumbled. "You're-- talking about Gwen, I take it?" "What the fuck is that bitch's problem??" Hailey snapped while sprouting mango claws. "You *know* she's lying, right?" Lloyd stressed after sharing an uneasy breath. "I don't *give* a shit!" Hailey rabidly snapped. "She's not on a *date* with you!" The abominable mistress hammered ivory chest velvet expanding her elastic neck hoop. "*I* am!!" "You slapped the *shit* outta her!" Lloyd discharged from joyous mouth arcs. "Fuckin' *right* I did!" Hailey exploded before signaling Lloyd's cocoa cheek sprigs. "If she tries any more-- shit like that, I'll slice her FUCKIN' THROAT!!" Lloyd studied his hasty cabin cohort with cautious eye coals and downed nervous spit. "I-- believe you, Hailey," Lloyd fumbled between lengthy oral flaps. Hailey watched passing gravel and wrung saline beebees from her glittering eye limes. "Shhhit--" Hailey gushed before swatting ocular beads and checking Lloyd's eye coals. "I'm fuckin'-- pissed *off*, Lloyd. God DAMN IT!!" "Hayyy-ley--" Lloyd delicately croaked. Lloyd parked his Cammy by a curb and crunched a brake lever, then retrieved his keys. He nuzzled Hailey's feral cheek pine and grazed sopping visual flaps with his thumb. "For-gehht about her." Hailey sifted Lloyd's cryptic pupil rust and formed a tender grin with speech tulips. The adoring cabin companions wove salmon speech blossoms and trumpeting menthol. Lloyd captured Hailey's top end speaking wax and siphoned her frosty mouth meat. Hailey relocated antsy palate drapes and extruded Lloyd's upper pucker frame. "mMMmmm--" Hailey lustfully grunted. Hailey pried her captivated feeding hoop and discovered Lloyd's distracted eye coals. The chocolate stranded maverick's steamy passenger choked back radiant laughter. "Wednesday's standing right behind me, isn't she?" Hailey joyfully conjectured. "Of course, she ee-is--" Lloyd expelled past playful chuckles. Hailey eyed her bud's sorbet lip arcs and teeth sleet by her door, making her giggle. "Go ahead, Hailey," Lloyd kindly instructed. "I'm gonna go-- finish some stupid-ass homework." Hailey faced her caring chauffeur and exhaled a sorrowful breath using mouth bismuth. "Can we go-- do something, tomorrow?" Hailey affectionately prompted. "Do you have-- A-lunch or B-lunch?" Lloyd excavated past a triumphant smirk. "I have *B*-lunch every day," Hailey shared, prompting Lloyd to hoist upright palms. "Ahhh--" the shaggy deviant agreeably croaked before shrugging. "Me, too. Wanna-- go to lunch with me, tomorrow?" Lloyd's excited, carrot stranded passenger snatched his masculine knuckle extensions. "Of courrrse!" Hailey beamed. "Yeah-- *Hell* yeah!" The cardomom damsel probed her upper, right eye flaps with thoughtful emeralds. "Pretty sure Wednesday has B-lunch, toooo-- But, she has A-lunch on A-days." The ginger haired intellectual crumpled brow sherbet grazing oblong optic crystals. "Can she-- come with us tomorrow? I'd hate to leave her out." "Well, of *course* Wednesday can come with us," Lloyd obliged while parading a digit. "You're pretty damn sexy though, Hailey Holloway." Hailey's carnation lacquered mouth frames formed a mousy grin along her pasty chin. "I might beee-- kissin' all over you?? Ya know, I might not be able to control myself." "Well, that's HER fuckin' prah-blem!" the ginger damsel earnestly retorted. "She can get her *own* Lloyd." "O-Okay, then," Lloyd extruded past clumsy cackles. "That sounds great. I'll meet you in the parking lot." Lloyd tugged Hailey's fingers and tipped her peppermint lips against his pucker rims. He grasped velvet cheek and neck limestone, then siphoned frigid trumpeter glaze. Hailey tilted grateful precipice velvet before tamping Lloyd's jubilant face hole. "mMMmmm--" Lloyd hummed before retrieving enamored vocal sprouts. "You see what I *mean*?" Hailey chuckled, then grazed Lloyd's arabica cheek fluffs with tangerine finger caps. "I'm gonna have the same prah-blem. Sooo--" Lloyd expelled a vacant cackle before solemnly searching his blue jean lap ridges. "You knowww--" the troubled maverick ominously groaned. Hailey examined her locomotion companion's chocolate forehead coils and squinted. "Uhh-- Lloyd, what?" the tangerine topped mistress demanded. Lloyd sifted Hailey's cornea kiwis and watched pissy pleats buckle her nasal chute. "Awww! That fuckin'-- bitch, again?!" "Well, yeahhh--" Lloyd croaked while flaunting apologetic finger steel. Hailey's espresso fluffed chauffeur oscillated his festering pointer finger. "That little-- ly-eeeng--" Hailey snagged Lloyd's digits and paraded chest pine splitting dalmation shirt spots. "I-- believe you," Hailey tenderly disclosed. Lloyd exhaled a grateful breath and sifted blueberry lap denim with rocking cheeks. Hailey examined her grim cohort's precipice rust and grazed his cocoa temple sprouts. "I didn't know that was so important to you. *I'm* sorry." "Well, it *is*," Lloyd painfully blurted. Lloyd pecked Hailey's knuckle birch with pleased lips and probed her ocular emeralds. "I only ever-- dated one other girl. And, it didn't go very well for me," Lloyd divulged. "And-- I *never* went out with that stupid skank, Gwen. What the fuck??" "Oh-kay-ayy--" Hailey puffed across indulgent chuckles. "I be-lieeeve you." Lloyd cuddled Hailey's shoulders, then kissed her temple mango and nuzzled her cheek. "Thank you for believing me," the fuzzy colt conferred before freeing rib polka dots. "Now, go-- conspire with your little sidekick about me. I'm sure she's dying to know how our date went." Hailey belted joyous chuckles, then dismally hoisted her licorice purse harness. "You have no ayy-deeea--" Hailey hooted before pecking Lloyd's lips and probing his eyes. "Thanks for asking me out, Lloyd. Maybe tomorrow we can try, you know-- actually enjoying each other's company a little bit? *That* sort of thing??" "Well, that sounds grea-eat," Lloyd huffed among snickering mouth seams. Hailey yanked a chrome door grip shaped like an "L" and nudged robin egg door vinyl. Wednesday tugged steel ozone and watched Hailey's knee onions grip lemon seat foam. The ginger doe braced cement grit with angular boots and situated her crystal purse. "I'll see you tomorrow, Lloyyyd," Hailey hummed while waving across Lloyd's cabin. "Bye, Haileyyy--" Lloyd triumphantly hooted. The coffee mopped hoodlum signaled charcoal bangs grazing Wednesday's forehead ivory. "Wanna go to lunch with us tomorrow, Wednesday?" Wednesday perched left foot tar caps and reared silk bosom tar above rosy hip checks. "Of *course* I'll go to lunch with you guys!" Wednesday beamed while bracing Lloyd's neck. The excited goth girl bedded foot pleats with hiny hatches along Hailey's seat vinyl. "Sounds great!" "All-right," Lloyd conceded while polishing Wednesday's crow feather scapula silk. "I'll see you *then*." "Good night, Lloyd!" Hailey's chipper chum broadcasted. Wednesday permeated walkway tree bark with plantar satin before hurling Lloyd's door. Lloyd sparked V-8 pistons and illuminated dusk gasses while the girls waved good-bye. Lloyd's primer coated trunk topper flaunted robin egg paint patches and formed a lip. Upright lamp, tomato tridents framed triple pineapple lenses and onion lantern trios. Flashes firing the Cammy's brake panel rubies signaled its departure from the curb. Right hand corn bursts led the vehicle past a nearby stop sign before it disappeared. A street light topping a thirty foot telephone pole showered Hailey with plum rays. Dalmation cloth encasing Hailey's shoulders, tits, and stomach glowed like a red onion. Navy blue denim bundling Hailey's curvy waist and tuchus resembled flamingo feathers. Bubble gum radiation sparked Hailey's mango hair and finger caps like cucumber flesh. Lilac fired eye crystals rode her tulip incinerated cheeks above cotton candy limbs. Hailey hoisted a plum refracting zipper topping her blueberry blasted ankle suede. "My feet are killing me," the coolant stranded dutchess complained. Hailey's cotton candy digits gripped a tooth connector resembling a tiny arrow head. Wednesday extended Flippo gold beside an ivory cigarette tube cleaving her ruby lips. "That's because you never wear heeeels," Hailey's licorice mopped mate conjectured. Wednesday's pitch tipped thumbnail crafted a chime by capsizing a brass lighter top. Hailey yanked a teardrop separator with kiwi talons, then shucked a cocoa heel stump. She graced cement frost with teal singed toe caps while Wednesday fired sinus vapor. "*You* guys sure came back, quick," Wednesday mused while hoisting index stogie digits. "I figured you'd be gone longer." "Me and Lloyd hayyy-ted that movie," Hailey aired while husking left ankle boot ozone. "We were both sitting there-- thinking it was sooo stupid." The chartreuse stranded mistress dangled spade tipped foot felt with tulip digits. "*That's* funny," Wednesday indulged before crowding ruby lips with fuming tobacco. "Who said they hated it, first?" "*I* dihhd--" Hailey dawdled while flagging clavicle cotton candy with kiwi claws. Hailey admired her sidekick exhaling nicotine mist with surreptitious eye emeralds. "Weee-- ran into Gwen, outside," Wednesday's cactus sprouted cohort disclosed. "The fffuck??" Hailey's frosty eyed companion hissed. "Bull-shit." "And, that *other* girl from our Psychology class-- Allie *Holmes*, I think?" Hailey acknowledged bubble gum chest velvet using unoccupied fingertip chardonnay. "Gwehhhn-- lifted up her shirt in front of us-- and pulled down her bra cups-- and started playing with her tits." Wednesday scanned her friend's eggplant, eye jade screens with mortified cornea ice. "She's like-- c-lawing at her nip-ples?? And, she tilts her head bahhck--" Hailey bucked avocado scalp wire between her scapulas and folded lustful eye flaps. "And then, she starts mohhh-ning-- 'Ohhh, Lloyyyyyd-- You *like* that, don't youuu'??" "Ohh, my Gahhd--" Wednesday retched before shuffling anxious finger coals. "What did you do??" Hailey gripped her flamingo torched bicep and transposed seaweed tarsal caps. "I slapped the living *shit* out of her!" Hailey venomously belted. "Y-You did?" Wednesday requisitioned using nervous laughter. "Yeah, I *did*," Hailey coldly grumbled. Wednesday sifted her friend's sparkling ocular emeralds and tapped a panicked breath. "Hailey what's gonna happen, now?" Hailey's apprehensive cohort pried. The kiwi filamented damsel skimmed pitch coated gravel forming Wednesday's street. "I told her she was being a cunt," Hailey diffused before prodding her pal's eye frost. "If she tries anything elllse--" Wednesday popped ivory ash, then watched her friend's face plums vent hateful gasses. She surfed Hailey's lilac fired blush before drilling grim lip rubies with her smoke. Hailey scanned grape Linda Street gutters beyond her kelp tipped, plantar bismuth. Limestone banks corraled two foot cement tiles along the north edge of Linda Park. Cellulose forks exited cocoa trunks, then fawned leaf spades and chlorophyll fingers. Pear sized pine cones bordered a twenty-five foot evergreen facing Wednesday's house. Steel limbs extended pearl, kiwi, and cyan light bowls from towering telephone posts. Emerald park foliage bordered concrete logs framing quartz, slate, and rose gravel. Ash tinted poles departed the oblong pebble well and formed encapsulating tridents. A central post connected the triad apexes and stressed twin, centralizing uprights. Four sets of stainless steel chains suspended eighteen inch, rubber sitting strips. Cinnamon brown, outer swing cradles surrounded inner, banana peel swooping bungees. Hailey tucked blueberry boot points between her flamingo bicep and plum rib silk. She freed neon finger dots from lilac rays and secured Wednesday's pitch digit caps. Wednesday unseated a cigarette parting her ruby lips and exhaled orchid torched mist. "Let's go sit on the swings," Hailey cheered under lilac veils fogging her eye limes. "Talk about the *juicy* parts of my date." Wednesday framed ivory mouth chiclets with ruby waxed lip arcs under her nose beebee. "O-kay!" Wednesday beamed before trailing her ginger escort over emery sidewalk. The girls hustled plantar silk across pointed pavement and invaded cryptic brush. Near the edge of Malley, a caliche road exited Highway 1812 and braved wild mesquite. A half mile south, a second street dropped twenty feet and invaded east bound shrubs. A quarter mile away, warehouse ruins overlooked loose parking bricks like clay pots. Ivy and window lumber wove crooked blocks forming a four story wall facing the road. Three rows of silicate ports and a line of bay doors spanned the crumbling partition. Brick ends arched upright blocks topping twin crystal squares above vertical panes. Some windows were missing silicate triangles and rhombuses or entire panels. A matching column departed the four story divider along a forty-five degree angle. Windows and bays occupied a half width mortar fence forming a similar apex. Steel shutters one foot tall sealed most of the decrepit building's delivery ports. A teardrop alien precipice spanned rickety door slats underscoring the corner wall. Olive green spray paint contoured pistachio cheek frames and a lime juice chin point. Enamel pearls highlighted almond eye coals reflecting poppy and tangerine flame arcs. Indigo and kiwi shots embossed the alias "theM" along the visitor's forehead spinach. Lemon, tomato, and cyan star dots simulated dusk on top of tarmac and indigo acrylic. A sixties model Voggschwoggen Ladybug tossed mortar dirt planks like hammer confetti. Ivory latex donuts encircled the vehicle's chrome hubcap domes with street treads. Bug sculpted cabin seaweed supported the vehicle's macaroni wheel well moss. Steel hoops framed light beam, insect peepers topping the igloo car's front fenders. Tomato lamps scorched rear end nighttime gasses opposite a peanut scoop trunk hatch. Bubble shaped glass topped an arched dowel dividing the vehicle dome's storage top. Headlight haze scorched spray paint alien artifacts decorating steel bay shutters. The Ladybug stopped running and dimmed neon flickers marking enormous eye almonds. Warehouse and parking masonry separations refracted periwinkle lunar haze. Tangerine light threads cleaved murky bay shutters flaunting a dim visitor face. The vehicle's pilot door opened and spotted lime alien cheeks with cabin radiance. Cream and amber scalp fluffs framing two inch optical discs exited the unsealed port. Chrome plated wire bordered circular visual prisms expanding copper retinal slats. Faint stubble and muddy hair sprouts lined the driver's thin lips and scrawny neck. Ivory t-shirt fabric parading upright rectangle soot draped his lanky trunk points. The second and fourth banner boxes were arranged lower than the first and third. Teal scratches depicted mohawk fins topping a sinister face among space number one. Flamingo squiggles outlined liberty spikes framing a second caricature's portrait. Lemon strokes forged railroad hair nails bordering a third rhombus facial structure. Tangerine match sticks fashioned a bald head decorating the final oblong space. Lengthy letter coals spelled "X-Team" underneath the Ladybug driver's shirt spaces. Indigo denim wads shrouded his lanky legs and trident striped sneaker graphite. Gwen hoisted her angry face caramel and scalp licorice from the Ladybug's rider port. Gwen's fiery eyes, tomato lips, and hominy nasal tip divided her raven hair curtains. Her slim jaw situated pissy, hazel irises above cookies and cream turtleneck streaks. Slim cotton stripes encircled Gwen's meager shoulders, lanky arms, and curvy trunk. Gwen embedded loose parking bricks using spade shaped boots skinned with tan suede. Gwen's chocolate felted calf buttermilk unseated her knee and hiny, denim parachute. Gwen trampled colliding mud blocks and scoured lemon rays escaping her door frame. She carried carnation feline vinyl ornamented with ivory whiskers and ocular arcs. She dangled her ruby snouted hand bag precipice from deltoid charcoal streaks. "Get the-- fuck out, disphit!!" Gwen bawked before popping opal claws and signaling road tile. "nnNow!!" Pointed mats padding licorice footwear capsized Gwen's cyan vertebrae support. Cocoa strapped thigh custard compacted calf cream departing wadded Achilles leather. Halted chest tomatoes sloshed a graphite tube top below transparent shirt charcoal. Bicep and flank ivory lodging murky trunk coal poised neon talons beside toe spades. Cheek tickling crow silk draped blue jay irises recessing crumpled brow soot. Crow feather bangs topped a popcorn nasal cap and cherry lips framing pissy chiclets. "God-- damn it, Gwen!!" Allie shrieked before skidding door moss with scapula nylon. The rabid minx braced facing boot tips and sprouted angry digits from pitch ab veils. "What-- did I *do*?!" The Ladybug's driver treasured his quarreling passengers using copper cornea saucers. "Ohh, fahhhck--" the fascinated wheelman adoringly croaked. "Damn-- chick fights are so hawwwt, yo." Gwen launched Allie by shoving charcoal tit veils with cookies and cream wrist bands. Allie's dome bonked teal trim before her back and hiny beat seat vinyl and port zinc. Her nose pea and cherry lips popped knee buttermilk, cracking her jolted mouth tiles. "AAaahh!" the wilted doe cried while tossing trim scalp soot among murky spine chalk. "Whoa fuhhck, dude. So fuckin'-- hawt, yo," the Ladybug's devious operator purred. The infatuated dawdler stretched vivid t-shirt artwork above pasty abdomen gristle. He grazed navel pit sprigs raiding indigo jeans and grated his dick with lanky claws. "ahhhhh--" the young man indulgently purred. "You're a fucking *skank*, Allie!" Gwen fired from disgusted lip compote. "I fuckeeeng--" the wiry minx aired while bracing Achilles felt with curvy rump grit. "--*hate* you!" Gwen spat while popping Allie's pillowy flanks with pointed footwear. The grim gal buffed cabin burs and greeted bricks with hiny pitch and noggin cola. "AAaaa--" Allie aspirated while contriving a fetal pose and burying her leery face. "ahh, yeahhh--" the kinky pilot cooed while jerking his cock and tossing scalp straw. "You girls look so fuckin'-- guhhhd, yo," he gushed between tamped incisors. "eehhh--!" Allie wailed using claret soaked teeth before plowing scalp licorice. "God-- damn it, Gwen! Je-sus!!" "WHAT, bitch?!" the sadistic, palm hoisting hussie shrieked. "Does that hurt-- pussy?!!" Gwen taunted while drilling Allie's asphalt kidney veil. "aAAaaa!!" Allie squealed using horrified lip cherries. The Ladybug driver pecker packed sweaty fingers and sanded his velvet broom stick. "ahhh-- YEAHHHH!!" Gwen and Allie's perverted chauffeur viciously howled. "This shit is so-- fuckin' good, yo." "Like-- that-- slut?!" Gwen squawked while spiking Allie's murky lumbar curtains. Racy panting caused Gwen to check penny coasters parting dirty blonde cheek sloshers. "aaAAHH!" the Ladybug driver squawked. "ooOO! ooOOHH!!" Gwen crumpled her disgusted olfactory chute and temple pudding framing hazel peepers. "Ahh Jesus, Cole--" the turbulent mistress grumbled using tomato glossed lips. "You sick fahhck. Are you fucking-- serious right now?" Gwen watched a semen half dollar soak Cole's indigo boner denim with grim face cream. "aahhhh--" Cole purred using gratified mouth seams. "ohhh, yeahhhhh--" Alien bay slats rolled up, airing guitar pumps and snare taps weaving hateful lyrics. Kyle's tomato cap webbing bundled bronze forehead strands above curious optic scotch. Twin lobe hoops sparked keratin caramel framing left hand, acoustic funnel limestone. "Y" crossing "N" soot smudged the left peck of Kyle's thick neck, t-shirt concrete. Periwinkle jean wads profiled ruby shoe canvas flaunting porcelain toe rubber. Kyle hoisted lip cream, cherry beverage plastic and spotted Cole scouring dick denim. "Aww, you fucking-- gross fuck!" the pissy stud blurted under revolted brow pleats. Kyle stomped brick fragments and cracked Cole's sloppy man junk with a shin catapult. "AAAaaggh!!" Cole grated while clawing his plums and centralizing ocular flapjacks. "What did I tell you, Cole?" Kyle demanded while acknowledging Cole's optic copper. "Didn't we talk about this?? I told you, mahhhn-- it's fuckin' nasty. Don't be jerkin' your *cock* in front of everyone, you fuckin' freak!" Cole glared at Kyle's bourbon irises and bared dingy teeth between his long lips. "It's under my pants, Kyyyle!" Cole howled while sprouting grim digits by ab gristle. "It's not like anybody could *see* it! Gyahhhd!!" Kyle popped Cole's aorta, causing him to claw his trachea and implant jolted knees. Sadistic cackles caused Kyle to search bourbon slats cleaving Gwen's mascara pitch. "'sup, girly girl?" the tricky greeter chimed while settling Cole's door seaweed. "Where's your better *half*?" Gwen focalized feral precipice custard above cookies and cream clavicle stripes. "She's not my 'better half', *Kyle*!" the fiery princess snapped. Kyle joined eye ozone and paired knees topping Allie's gap flaunting boot licorice. "Okay, then," the bay watcher conceded while sifting Gwen's penetrating ocular honey. "So when are me and *you* gonna go out on a date?" he probed before sipping oat soda. "Oh Gahhd, Kyyyle--" Gwen grated using disgusted lip compote. "Lloyd Freeman is her-- 'better half'," Allie snarked while forging quotes with mango claws. "Shut-up, Allie!!" Gwen squawked. "You mean Sal's brother? How long have *you* two been goin' out??" Kyle prodded. Allie aimed blue razz irises at Gwen's eye embers and snatched her brass purse links. "They're *not*," Allie snapped, prompting Gwen to heave menacing boot felt. "Allieee!" Gwen blared, making Allie crumple peach eye flaps and topple tiny bag tar. "Fuckin'-- what??" Kyle blubbered during dubious chuckles. "You're like-- in *love* with him, or what?" Gwen scanned Kyle's lip arcs with saxophone irises tearing the corners of her eyes. "Ky-yyyle-- Wipe that stu-pid smirk off your *face*," the brunette wench warned. "Nah, hey--" Kyle jabbered while parading thick fingers by sympathetic cheeks. "I mean, it's fine. You got a crush on the guy. *I* get it." Allie wrung rear scalp soot and scanned cherry drizzled finger cream with ocean eyes. Scored cement boulders five feet wide blanketed the foundations of the warehouse. Lime, teal, and orange rays departed elliptical grates lining aluminum ceiling cones. Additional, malfunctioning lamps dampened spooky spaces with low visibility. Tangerine rails and blueberry braces formed pallet racks lining tin partitions. Stolen shelves unveiling primer skid supports formed an arc shaped skating surface. Indigo, ivory, coal, tulip, rose, and kiwi graffiti coated the cellulose half pipe. Josh Griffin occupied an upper skate floor aligning the left end of the alien bay. Walnut head hide framed a hairdo patch sprouting Josh's three inch scotch sprouts. Josh's ocular tar droplets scoured hardwood rolling bezels underneath bourbon brows. Ghastly cheek points sculpted extensive facial cavities devouring Josh's lanky lips. A baggy t-shirt the color of dijon mustard overflowed Josh's narrow shoulders. Salted mushroom claret topped an ivory fungus trunk gracing his pasty chest drapes. Indigo denim wads concealing Josh's skinny legs framed his sloppy, black sneakers. Graphite skateboard tape topping custard wheels grated his lanky wrist oatmeal. Josh's girlfriend Ivy embedded a plywood surface two feet deep beside her boyfriend. Ivy's blueberry keratin exited charcoal toboggan fleece parading ivory skull threads. Plum and cherry scalp strands swept Ivy's jagged cheek cream and parted her scapulas. Foundation like talcum powder and rose petal blush framed her asparagus nasal chute. Ivy's raven brows bordered languid visual flaps smudged with bronze eye shadow. A silver link resembling a lock washer punctured Ivy's left nostril spigot. Licorice needles and raspberry beeswax lined her champagne irises and somber lips. An elastic neck hoop hoisted raven shoulder ruffles across Ivy's clavicle buttermilk. Leather pitch strapped chrome plated spikes around her lanky neck custard. Pliant Xs suspended cropped silk asphalt above her navel punctured stomach pudding. Crow tinted skirt silk corraled Ivy's flimsy hips and secured her upper femur ivory. Ivy's arm quartz framed her graphite thigh fishnets with tar tipped finger chalk. Raven boot hide lashed Ivy's lanky calves and insteps above two inch foot platforms. Bernie sifted doughy optic wells with robin egg irises along the opposite pipe shelf. Three inch hair spikes like push broom bristles extended from Bernie's fat scalp. Rolled sleeve quartz formed elbow rims below his crimson slashed, swastika arm bands. Flat pearl buttons strapped ivory satin across Bernie's belly custard and man tits. Indigo denim wads framed Bernie's work bucket thighs and rocket launcher calves. Folded jean cuffs paraded cream ovals with blueberry stars along cherry ankle canvas. Shoelace Xs secured Bernie's tomato sneakers above rubber tips and mats like ivory. Raspberry and cream suspender stripes dangled from Bernie's oversized waist denim. Bernie's fat fingers cradled his skateboard and a plastic lip topping a crimson cup. Sammy broadcasted his flamingo face points across the coasting chute from Josh. Hair points resembling wood shavings headed for the rear of Sammy's narrow scalp. Pineapple brow bushes skimmed the peaks of Sammy's bourbon ocular droplets. Sammy's crooked nasal sculpture was shaped like a two inch, glass soda bottle. Sammy's ham pigmented mouth seals presented fleeting artifacts of a lengthy smile. Sammy's flamingo throat snorkel exited t-shirt wine with dual parmesan chest stripes. A charcoal taped skate deck eclipsing Sammy's blueberry thigh denim grated his wrist. Sammy's baggy britches framed black and white, canvas checkers topping his insteps. Inch thick mats the color of quartz supported Sammy's coal and ivory sneaker tiles. Sammy tilted crimson cup plastic against upturned lips using carnation nightcrawlers. Bernie tossed a maple skate deck with celery digits and stomped graphite grip tape. He scooted translucent wheels the color of cherries across spray painted wood arcs. He crumpled denim shrouded leg gelatin and grabbed his cellulose wheelie sheet. He clinked Ivy and Josh's shelf tubing and hoisted calf barrels with palm steak. Bernie compacted his man tits with supportive arm pudding and flashed his ruby cup. Ivy scooted alarmed hiny leather using clunky boot mats lining her fishnet porcelain. "'sup, Ives??" Bernie spat before sipping yeasted suds and surfing fruity ramp paint. Josh ogled Bernie's unset suspenders, then tipped his city cruiser with sneaker coal. Bernie elevated his lumpy body meat and ramp roller beside Sammy's piercing eyes. Sammy cemented a phony smirk along the lower edge of his face and bobbed his head. Josh sailed board graffiti with ivory wheels and impacted Bernie's kidney custard. "Sheee-uhht!!" Bernie shrieked above his uprooted forearm and marshmallow bicep. Bernie's back fat, silk wrap and hardwood surf plate pummeled ancient cement shards. Jagged mortar shredded ruby cup plastic and soaked Bernie's shirt with barley soda. Josh perched guard pipe with skate trucks and sloshed mushroom art with scrawny arms. "Wussup, motha fucker?!" Josh fired while Gwen and Allie watched under alien slats. Allie sniffled cherry nose syrup and grated murky bicep pitch with grim nail embers. "Josh-- what the FUCK?!" Allie demanded. Josh regarded the minx's yelps, causing him to lose his footing on rickety grip tape. "aaAAHH!" Josh belted before striking plywood, then sanding cherry and lime graffiti. Josh's toppling wheelie deck collided with blueberry denim cradling his testicles. "AAAaaa--!" the dijon draped skater expelled between disgusted lips. Gwen eyed her grim cohort smothering nose claret before shoving her nylon rib wrap. "Allie, you FUCK!" Gwen squealed while mating her buddy's temple tar with bay bricks. Allie's bicep screen and hip leather packed track steel, then hammered broken cement. "AAaa! Gahhhd--" Allie belted from crimson slopped oral seals. Cole proudly parked cum stained, denim indigo among Allie and Gwen's violent spat. Images of Cole's rusted pupil facets searched two inch crystals topping his cheeks. "Whoa-- The fffuck's goin' on in *this* place, yo?" Cole mindlessly droned. Gwen watched her somber sidekick hug her knees and nuzzle neoprene cloaked arm ivory. "I'm TRY-ing to convince Josh and these guys to help us out. But, Allieee--" The pissy princess extracted a shriek by boot gouging her chum's raven clavicle mist. "--is trying to FUCK IT UP!!" Gwen appended while Allie wadded crystal chest asphalt. Gwen hoisted tan heel suede along azure hiny grit and popped Allie's softball tits. "Fucker!" the wiry doe yelped before spiking Allie's coal veil, rib ivory twice more. "AHH!" Allie belted before presenting Gwen's eye copper with hysterical pupil ozone. "G-wen-- STOP! Please!!" Sammy carried his skateboard and plastic cup in front of Gwen using skinny fingers. Kyle shoved punk rock t-shirt artwork shrouding Cole's meager lung protectors. "Move over, perv!" Kyle bitched while Cole fumbled mat doves and scoured optic discs. "Heyyy-- The fahhck, yo?" Cole vacantly protested. Josh rode Ivy's raven bicep ruffles to the alien bay and pitched his skateboard. He fondled his nuts and directed malicious ocular coals at Allie's ozone sight slats. "What happened to *you*, freak?" Josh demanded using lengthy lips. Allie's shivering, nylon clad carcass scoured Josh's grim face from concrete bedding. "G-Gwen just beat the living *shit* out of me," Allie ejected from aching mouth rims. Josh battered his skateboard with a sneaker golf club and bonked Allie's nose beebee. "AAAaaa--!" the miserable maiden hopelessly wailed. "You'll be lucky if I don't KILL you, bitch," Josh spat before mining Gwen's eye ale. "The fuck do *you* two want?" Gwen shoved Kyle with milk and cookie ulna marks, causing him to sprout wiry fingers. "Hey!" Kyle ejected from baggy trunk ash. Gwen paddled loose concrete and faced Josh's cola shoe scraps with tan boot spades. "I know who killed Travis," Gwen declared, urging Josh to pleat dubious brow scotch. "Who da fuck said my brother was DEAD??" Josh wrung before lofting Gwen's travel pedals. "Who *told* you that?!" the amber coiled skater blared under Gwen's forehead satin. Gwen sawed chiclets below her nose pea and clawed Josh's bicep dijon with nail ozone. "She *killed* him, you idiot!" Gwen shouted at Josh's livid face mortar. "BULL-shit! Don't *fuck* with me, you lying bitch!!" Josh fired back. Gwen shoved Josh's shirt fungus with velvet boots and vacated his dismissive digits. "Her name is Hailey Holloway!" Gwen ejected after perching jigsaw cement. Josh wrinkled bewildered ocular rims and flaunted his clavicle with upturned palms. "Who the fuck-- is THAT?" Josh gabbed before banging mortar with loosely clad joints. "Fuckin'-- push me off the ramp, ya dick-head?!" Bernie aired while lacing Josh's neck. "I'm 'bout ta beat your scrawny ass!" "Man FUCK you, Ber-nie!" Josh wheezed while crimping his cohort's marshmallow wrists. "You fat motha fucker! *You* can take it!!" Josh piped wild huffs while Ivy tore cherry lips with licorice claws under eye limes. Sammy nestled Bernie's shoulder with lemon hair spikes and sculpted a phony smile. "Nowww, Bernieee--" Sammy slyly croaked. Bernie shoved Sammy's cotton candy face gristle using silk shrouded, deltoid custard. "Sammy-- get ahhhff, motha fucker!" Bernie savagely snarled. Sammy gripped Bernie's crossed out, swastika arm bands with his skinny fingers. "Bernie, let's all just cahhlm dowwwn--" Sammy grated before having his jaw jerky jarred. "Man FUCK you, Sammy!" Bernie blared. "Step off, bee-otch!" Sammy popped Bernie's claret Nazi haters using insidious, carnation nightcrawlers. "BER-nieee!!" Sammy cawed, egging Bernie to purge his bicep and plow Sammy's throat. "Motha FUCK-er!" the hefty skateboarder shrieked. Bernie extracted cackles like clown horn toots by sloshing Sammy's tulip face hide. "You think that's funny, freak-boy?! Huh??!" Josh liberated Sammy's slender aorta by elbow dropping Bernie's rear spine cellulite. "Haa! Haa! Haaaa!!" Sammy ferociously honked. "Better watch those mahhn titties, chunky britches." Sammy wound areola nuggets deforming Bernie's shirt silk with egg beater digits. "AAAAAAHH!!" Bernie belted while Josh taunted wild, ozone peepers with index walnuts. "YeaAAHH! Wussup, kihhd!?" Josh cried before Kyle tossed him his skateboard. Josh uncovered his t-shirt mushroom by extending a maple deck beyond humerus dijon. "Here come dat kihhd, Josh Griffin-- Up to da plate with the ol' Louisville shlugga." Josh hammered spinal gelatin dividing Bernie's shoulder blades with his wheel axle. "OOoohh--!" Bernie expelled beyond horrified lip blubber. Sammy bared sinister lip arcs and split Bernie's brow with checkered shoe heels. Bernie's beer soaked trunk putty and push broom scalp spikes popped cement shards. Josh holstered his oblong wheelie plate and flaunted a quarter inch tongue beebee. He probed Gwen's hazel irises above fabric, snob mustard blanketing his deltoid. "You think some fuckin'-- little, skank bitch knows what happened to my brother?" Josh probed. Gwen examined Josh's eye coals and sanded tomato lip gloss using dainty mouth meat. "She *killed* him-- you fuck!" the auburn witch blurted under fiery nasal pleats. "AND, her little-- bitch friend! Wednesday Williams!!" Josh swiveled using floppy sneaker soles and approached his licorice mopped cohort. "G-wehhn-- How can you KNOW all of this?" Josh prodded, making Gwen pop sea hip grit. "Josh-- homicide came by our class this morning!" Gwen shouted. "This guy with a-- stupid trench coat took Hailey down the hall for like-- twenty minutes." The pissy damsel folded her agitated limbs on top of cookies and cream chest streaks. "Ev-rybody at schooool knows she did it." Josh examined edgy bicep veils supporting Allie's lounging carcass by the alien bay. Allie showed revolted palm silk when Cole cowered and offered sweaty cock jerkers. "Is that true, fuck-face?" Josh demanded. Allie searched Josh's eye tar and appeased her snaky chum by nodding dire cheek curd. Gwen didn't know Hailey and Wednesday arranged Travis' exodus or if he was even dead. And, neither Allie nor her friends knew Hailey Holloway or Wednesday Williams. They were ghosts at Glory High. "Well, wudda you want *me* to do about it?" Josh joylessly probed. Bernie buckled Josh's slim shoulders and sifted musty gasses under raven hair spikes. "I want you to-- fuck 'em up, Josh!" Gwen belched before flaunting disgusted palms. "What-- do you *think* I want you to do?" "ahhhh--" Bernie vented while searching Josh's scotch keratin fluffs. "What the-- fuck did you mother fuckers *do* to me??" "A couple of chicks?" Josh clarified while bracing his friend's belly custard. Sammy popped Bernie's abdominal gelatin with his cotton candy knuckle extensions. "'sup, sohhhn!?" Sammy imposed while supporting Bernie's flabby arm segments. "We 'bout ta go check out these chicks, yo. You down for dat, homey?" Bernie expanded disoriented chin cellulite along his silk shammed pectoral mousse. "Shee-uhht, mahhn-- Yeahhh--" Bernie aired before ogling Sammy's cunning eye embers. "Fuck yeah, mahhhn--" Ivy wove Josh's knuckle honey with licorice claws and watched a beebee sand his lips. "You're saying these two girls killed *all* of them?" Josh dubiously posed. "Gary and Tate and them?" Gwen sloshed shoulder length hair licorice with antsy, cookies and cream neck marks. "Joe and Tom-Tom?" "Jennifer, Vicky, and Paul are all missing, too," Gwen reminded her lanky host. The scotch sprouted skateboarder huffed a skeptical breath past lengthy mouth arcs. "mmMartin?" Josh extracted from astonished precipice points. "*All* of them!" Gwen shouted using irritated oral blossoms. Cole cradled Allie's bicep veils while she placed pitch boots and gold purse links. "Fahhck, yo--" Cole croaked while scouring ocular orbs with cinnamon pupil slats. "Fuckin'-- Martin, too?" "Cohhle-- We ex-plained this to you--" Gwen groaned before popping Neptune hip denim. "On the WAY OVER HERE!!" Cole swirled his shoulders with bourbon hair strands and scanned Gwen's angry face. O-kay--" Josh interjected, then searched cement cracks parting worn sneaker asphalt. "Let's say I believe you two dipshits." Gwen crushed her ribs with agitated humerous bands and scanned caustic ceiling lamps. "Auggg!!" the licorice stranded damsel hatefully belched. "Let's say may-be-- MAYBE I feel like roughin' up a couple of random girls," Josh conceded. Gwen directed spiteful brow charcoal down the bridge of her penne sculpted nose. "Joshhh-- Fuhhck you!" the raven haired vixen hissed. "Heyyy!" Josh snapped under brow pleats topping vindictive ocular tar. "Shut-up, motha fucker! Lemme finish!!" Gwen paraded ocular embers and clawed periwinkle, hip sand paper with juniper nails. "Tell me where I can *find* these fuckers. And-- tell me what they look like." Gwen capsized thoughtful penny, visual slats and tilted pissy precipice porcelain. "Wellll-- Hailey's a little ugly, skinny, red-headed bitch," Gwen joylessly bungled. Josh admired Gwen leveling blueberry tipped cream fingers beside her licorice locks. "She's about five feet tall-- wears glasses--" "Red hair?" Josh probed using mystified face caramel. "Glasses??" "yyYESSssss--" the spiteful wench hissed before crumpling angry lip tomatoes. "And, she looks like a bee-utch?? You can't miss her!" Ivy cuddled Josh's dijon bicep skirts with blueberry, plum, and cherry beanie locks. "Good God, Gwen!" Josh snarled using disgusted precipice pleats. "Can you-- tell me anything *useful* about her?? Is she fat? Skinny? Does she have pale skin? Freckles?" Gwen skimmed her upper ocular flaps with agitated, bourbon pupil slivers. "She's a little, skinny, white skin-- ghost white bitch with green eyes and red hair and glasses," the loopy minx yacked. "I don't think she's got-- freckles," Gwen shared while scouring her pointed boots. "You don't *think* she's got freckles?" Josh repeated while shuffling anxious digits. "What the fuck, G-wen?! Do you know what she looks like or nahhht??" "She doesn't got FRECK-les!" Gwen snapped while stacking her agitated chest streaks. "Okay, Josh?? Jeez!" Josh scanned Gwen's smoldering optical embers and fluttered annoyed visual flaps. "She has-- red hair," the amber sprouted skater hatefully reflected. "Like-- strawberry red?" Gwen probed upper eye makeup with vacant, brass pupil facets parting licorice locks. "More like-- orange," the pissy princess recalled. "O-kay-- now, we're GETTING somewhere," Josh chimed while sanding curious chin amber. "And-- long hair? Short hair?" Gwen grazed cookies and milk deltoid striations with blueberry tipped cream fingers. "Sorta lahhng," the graphite mopped damsel vacuously described. "Like myyyne." Josh crumpled analytical forehead jerky embossing attentive ocular molasses. "And-- what's the other one's name?" Josh meticulously posed. Gwen excised poppy lip wax from spiteful speech pearls among shriveled face ceramic. "wwWednesday!" Gwen shrieked before pounding azure hip denim with juniper nail knots. "WENDS-dayyy!!" Gwen siphoned musty gasses and grated charcoal tit stripes with indigo finger caps. "Ohhh-- my god!" Josh skimmed Gwen's ocular honey drops, then checked Sammy's sinister cheek tulips. "You gettin' all this, Sammy?" Josh deviously perused. "Joshhh--" Sammy hissed while rocking disingenuous face bubble gum. "I *got* it, sohhn." Josh ogled Gwen's shoulder length scalp licorice and searing emotive features. "What's this-- other skank look like?" Josh queried. "This Wednesday slut??" Gwen crinkled disgruntled precipice porcelain like she was chomping a raw onion. "Dark hairrr-- like mine," Gwen sneered before flaunting velvet foundation canvas. "Pale skin--" The pissy mistress flourished cookies and cream bosom marks with blueberry talons. "All black clothes--" Gwen retched ahead of sifting top-level eye makeup. "Well sometimes, she'll wear like-- a plaid skirt?" she added while tracing her hips. "And, sooo--" Josh croaked while rocking considerate, scotch scalp fluffs. "Where can we *find* these fuckers?" "Me and Allie saw them walking towards Linda Park after school," Gwen eagerly shared. "Pretty sure that-- bitch Wednesday lives right by there." Josh scoured upper ocular flaps with corneal tar drops and tilted his angular face. "Wellll-- maybe, me and the guys can go give them two sluts a talkin' to." Gwen examined Josh's visual coals and overturned her porcelain emotion display. "A-- 'talking to'?" Gwen grumbled using doubtful, cherry lip sealant. "Shee-uhht!" Sammy bawked before popping Josh's 'shroom xylophone with tulip mallets. "Me and Josh and-- Ber-nieee!" "Shut the fuck up, Sammy," Bernie blurted while glaring at his cohort's vision honey. "Yeah, kihhd--" Josh grated while swapping Bernie's arm mousse for Ivy's wrist ivory. "You ready to fuhhhck some bitches up, baby??" Ivy sifted coal facets bedding her boyfriend's ocular wells with sinister eye kiwis. "Hey!" Gwen yelped while scouring her friend's cocoa, lime, ozone, and amber peepers. "D-Don't hurt Lloyd, okay? If-If he's with them, I mean." Gwen diverted wary brow graphite towards satin crumples topping her nasal pipette. "Okay, fuckers??" Josh scanned Gwen's cornea embers while oscillating his suspicious tongue beebee. "Lloyd? Lloyd, like-- Sal's *brother* Lloyd?" Josh prodded. Gwen exhaled a cautious breath and tipped her leery cheek porcelain back and forth. "You mean-- *he's* got something to do with this? That motha *fucker*! I'll *kill* him!!" "No! No! No! No! No!" Gwen fumbled while paddling nail indigo under sprung eye flaps. "Hellll-- no!! He's completely innocent!" Josh crimped curious ocular pitch while gliding tasting chrome across lengthy lips. "Well, I mean-- that would make *sense*," Josh pointed out. "'cause-- that thing with *my* brother and Lloyd's brother, Sal--" "HEY!!" Gwen shrieked while beating periwinkle hip denim with agitated fist velvet. "NOOO, you fuck!" "Well, I'm just say-iiing--" Josh snapped. "It would make a lot more *sense*. You know? And then, these two random girls you're telling me about--" "Lloyd Freeman is MINE! Do you hear me, Josh?!" Gwen desperately squealed. Josh traded Gwen's eye brass for bourbon irises under Kyle's tomato ball cap belt. Kyle rocked bulging deltoids draping his bicep veal with ash grey t-shirt curtains. "She gots a crush on him, G." Mr. Watts' freshman English class resided on the third floor of Glory High School. It was one of the day's final sessions, since Tuesday and Thursday were B days. The week before, B disciplines were conducted Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Mr. Watts liked to keep his last council busy so he could catch up grading papers. He usually fostered collective productivity by dividing his congregation into pairs. He coupled his students the Wednesday prior and split them that particular Tuesday. During the previous week's Friday, Mr. Watts' last class of the day was canceled. Mr. Watts' wise noggin joined a pine skin cereal bowl with a two inch hair horseshoe. His slate, quartz, and silver scalp bristles flaunted five inch forehead creases. Mr. Watts' limestone finger pleats framed a moss striped page topping his oak desk. His obsessive ocular honey scanned graphite strokes under charcoal brow caterpillars. Raven vest linen framed cornflower neck silk pointing at Mr. Watts' stout pecks. Ivory button plastic sutured dolphin skin textile around his chest and arms. Mr. Watts' bracket shaped table body presented a two foot thick spine to his class. Five inch oak teardrops braced dual drawer towers bordering Mr. Watts' sitting space. Olive green slacks cloaking the busy tutor's legs were visible underneath his desk. Indigo socks with black and grey argyle divided his tan moccasins and conifer pants. Leather strands formed elegant bows adorning Mr. Watts' camel pigmented footwear. The teacher's cow hide slip ons inhabited a beige sheet speckled with wine and tar. A fifteen by six foot horizontal blackboard profiled Mr. Watts' opal shoulder silk. Polished birch slats and a steel tray framed and accomodated the five yard tablet. "Henry V: Act IV, scene iv" spanned the diligent instructor's slate writing surface. The unspoken demand was scribed with a porcelain chalk stick and underlined twice. Hailey and Wednesday transposed their desks across the room from Mr. Watts' left arm. A window two yards high and three feet wide overlooked the girls' worn work tables. Dimples scarred twenty-four inches of tan wall paint under the radioactive viewport. A one foot deep, polished oak shelf divided the searing portal and beige acrylic. Twisted nylon combed the girls' classroom sunlight with aluminum slats like caramel. Raspberry sweater fleece serrated folded wrists lining a thick, oak desk rim. Stacked forearm buttermilk mirrored radish sleeve yarn heading a joint work surface. Quarter inch cherry strips framing knife edge caverns cuddled velvet knuckle cream. Satin hand hinges extended tangerine nail caps copying pitch tipped finger porcelain. Ribbed sweater claret overflowed Hailey's deltoids and circled the base of her neck. Dove biceps leaving raven fishnets embraced cream hearts dotting licorice rib fabric. A molasses belt looping Hailey's charcoal jeans sealed her tulip top along her waist. Ivory heart buttons sutured Wednesday's Valentine spotted blouse between her tits. Wednesday's bosom hoisted a love spotted belly parachute above her asphalt hip denim. Elastic graphite bundling Hailey's legs invaded slate boot leather under her knees. Wednesday's pitch, sand paper britches gripped the bulges of her buttermilk calves. Hailey's cow hide ankle columns joined hefty instep covers resembling tar. Raven ox dermis formed Wednesday's heel and instep molds and bat wing foot frames. Inch thick rubber and leather straps padded Hailey's footwear and buckled her ankles. Kneaded teardrops supported cow hide toe points departing Wednesday's instep fences. Three inch, shoe tower licorice with sheer arch onlookers embraced her heels. Mango scalp strands framed Hailey's cheek cream and tickled the base of her neck. Plastic wire looped oblong eye crystals between brass dowels departing Hailey's hair. Emerald irises divided mascara coated ocular bristles grating her rectangular lenses. Pomegranate lip wax underlined Hailey's asparagus scent chute and hominy nose cap. A tennis net half shirt corraled Wednesday's shoulder, clavicle, and scapula butter. Heart candy cream spotted licorice shirt hoists gripping Wednesday's murky deltoids. Five plastic Cupid piercings sealed Wednesday's top under a soot strand neck hoop. Wednesday's buttermilk neck satin departed chest cream within her tank top opening. Graphite bangs and scalp curtains framed her rose dusted cheeks and chin point. Ruby lips and sapphire embedding brow coal adorned Wednesday's five inch face heart. Pages lining hard cover paperbacks separated Hailey and Wednesday's forearms. Frosty storage boxes coated with pitch paint lined the girls' oak desk bottoms. Tar enameled steel stock straining zinc disc braces supported corners of cargo trays. Hailey's tiny hiny and cherry waist inlaid a tomato seat and imbued its spine vent. Wednesday's banana peel sitting surface settled slate posts just like her friend's. Wednesday's Neptunian irises prodded ocular emeralds breeching Hailey's glasses. Passive eye flaps suffusing oblong optic lenses polished Hailey's languid corneas. "Hailey, I'm worried," Wednesday confided. As usual, the noise level in Mr. Watts' class smothered the girls' somber discussion. Beams piercing walnut window blinds seared Hailey's left temple, tangerine strands. "I'm worried too, Wednesday," Hailey disclosed. Wednesday surfed right hand, scalp coal sun streaks and lapped her ruby lip velvet. "Gwen and Allie are in my Chemistry class," Wednesday explained. "The one I had this morning?" Hailey nodded. "Did they say anything to you?" Hailey probed, prompting Wednesday to shake her head. "No, they *never* talk to me," Wednesday passed across anxious mouth rubies. "But, my heart was pounding the whole time I was in there. I couldn't-- wait to get out of that place." "Were they looking at you funny?" Hailey demanded with lip cherries under eye crimps. "Or-- anything like that?" Wednesday aspirated a thoughtful breath and exhaled refrigerated chest vapor. "I don't think I ever saw their *faces*," Wednesday aired before clawing temple curd. "Gwen and Allie sit on the opposite side of the room from my lab table." "After what she did in front of me and Lloyd--" Hailey angled while tilling forehead pine. "She's crazy!" "She's ob-SESSED," Wednesday conjectured prior to probing upper, right optic caverns. "She's *always* been a little weird--" "She's always been a *bitch*," Hailey ejected above stacked, pomegranate ulna fleece. "Her *and* that girl, Allie," Wednesday schemed using porcelain cheek pleats. "They're *both* pretty weird." Hailey buckled considerate bunkers housing emerald pupil facets and shook her head. "I don't *know* Allie that well. She's so-- quiet. Kinda just-- agrees with everything you sayyy--" "She *is* really quiet," Wednesday agreed while sifting her comrade's wise eye kale. "She never says *anything*." Hailey gripped her chin with propped elbow, finger limestone and lapped cherry lips. "Gwen-- pushed her so hard," Hailey vapidly recalled. "You mean last night?" Wednesday inquired using crumpled precipice porcelain. "Yeah, me and Lloyd took off," Hailey recounted. "And Allie's like-- bent over, trying to help Gwen off the grouwwnd?" "O-kayyy--" Wednesday indulged. "And, Gwen stands up-- and SHOVES her," Hailey evoked while shuffling knuckle fleece. "She, like-- lifted off her feet. Ya know?" "OOoooo--" Wednesday grated while observing her ginger comrade lap menthol lip wax. "She went flying into one of the poles," Hailey appended before parading palm pine. "You know those, like-- support poles in front of the theater at the mall?" "Riiight," Wednesday acknowledged before peeling disgusted lip rubies. "She pushed Allie into one of thowwwse??" "Yeahhh--" Hailey croaked using sympathetic cheek porcelain and lip compote. "Back first." "Owww!" Wednesday belted from shriveled face ivory encasing cornea turquoise. "I knowww--" Hailey groaned using condolent facial limestone. "Then, she starts screaming-- 'You're fucking worthless, Allie! I *hate* you'!" Wednesday endured her friend's brutal images using blue coconut eyes and cheek cream. "What'd Allie do?" Wednesday probed, urging Hailey to uplift reminiscent palm pine. "I don't think she did *anything*," Hailey recited while stacking wrist claret. "Me and Lloyd didn't stick around to find out. I'll tell you *that*." Hailey thinned vengeful eye gaps and pierced ocular crystals with agitated emeralds. Wednesday prodded her friend's hateful irises and exhaled frost between ruby lips. "That-- fuckin' skank." Wednesday searched her cohort's conifer visual facets and tamped nervous oral rubies. "Hai-leyyy--" Wednesday gushed between nervous teeth coverings. "Lloyd's not perfect, but he's MINE," Hailey grated under nasal pea pod brow pleats. "I guess I'm gonna have to take *care* of that little bitch." Wednesday sifted Hailey's blush claret and crumpled nose velvet parting cyan peepers. "Hailey, stop JOK-ing about that," Wednesday snapped. "That's not even *close* to being funny." "She's trying to steal my mahhn, Wednesday," Hailey aired while cycling rosy lip arcs. "She's trying to push me around. You think I should just-- let her get away with that?" Wednesday probed her friend's vicious cornea emeralds and released an impatient huff. A one second boop pounded the girls' ear drums followed by two back to back shrills. Wednesday snatched her denim back pack strap from a four foot tile under her chair. She hung an indigo school sack from arm curd, nylon lattice and seized her play book. She deserted lemon seat plastic and piloted spiked leather footwear towards the hall. Hailey surveyed her friend's heart drizzled ab espresso and scapula fishnet licorice. She focused regretful pupil spinach on her oak work table and mashed cherry lips. Zinc coated pull panels adorned twin door wood securing Glory High School's entrance. Sturdy gate grips catered inner port seams pervading a crimson brick foyer frame. Upright mud blocks formed three arched rows overlooking the facility's exit barriers. Claret stones surmounting a mortared semi-circle formed the north wall of the campus. Emerald foliage bordered four foot, cement walkway squares serving entry traffic. Wednesday stomped heel towers and winged instep footballs past the right hand outlet. Wednesday's hip arcs straightened a raven parachute above her stationary calf cream. Her opposite, capital "D" footwear spike impacted stout walking grit three feet away. Arm ivory exiting fishnet hoods swiped jean soot with nail tar cradling a small book. Charcoal belly silk with heart quartz wafted between Wednesday's thighs and wrists. Wednesday's nylon clouded shoulders beat her lower back with indigo napsack denim. Raven silk tickled Wednesday's chin under pissy brow coal entangling her bangs. Glass cleaner eye shutters directed her agitated strides above scowling lip rubies. One inch boot supports inhabited a cement block beside Glory High's right entry door. Tar pigmented bison dermis cradled Hailey's strolling knobs and direction digits. Chrome plated buckles fastened polished bovine bridles ushering zipped calf seams. Elastic denim soot bundled Hailey's thighs and hooked her tar colored waist leather. Quarter inch cherry strips fleeced Hailey's slim flanks, lanky arms, and perky bosom. Hailey's neon tipped digits departed radish cuffs and grasped her tomato bag hoists. Magma scalp strands seared ivory neck dermis escaping Hailey's raspberry chest slats. Hailey's uneasy emeralds searched correction eraser lenses embedding her pale cheeks. Hailey spotted her friend's departing back pack denim and peeled cherry frosted lips. "wwWednesday?" Hailey probed. Wednesday burrowed her brow coal with irritated cornea sapphires and shook her head. Hailey dusted sidewalk tiles and walked beside her friend's raven shoulder fishnets. She watched irritated cornflower irises manifest beside Wednesday's temple licorice. "I'm-- sorry, Wednesday." "Fuck off, Hailey," Wednesday belted from her forward facing cosmetic display. Wednesday haplessly abandoned sidewalk perpendicular to Glory High's main walkway. Wednesday's tipsy heel spike buckled her knees and sank her jolted digits in gravel. Hailey gravely observed her friend embedding pavement before offering raspberry arms. Wednesday swatted mango talons with ulna cream, nail licorice escaping fishnet veils. "Hailey!" the wiry minx aired before perching elbow curd and signaling Hailey's eyes. "Don't touch me!" Hailey flaunted compassionate palm velvet and crumpled pissy, pumpkin brow shavings. "Wednesday, I'm trying to *help* you!" Hailey snapped. "NOT right now!" Wednesday gushed below pupil frost while parading tarry fingertips. "Okay??" Wednesday lapped antsy lip rubies and snatched her copy of Henry V from cozy tarmac. "Just-- not right now." Hailey watched her friend pack bag denim with play book sheets by candy rib hearts. "O-kayyy--" the tangerine fox extracted from raspberry glazed mouth rims. An eighties model Cutler was parked a row away from the curb. The nondescript automobile was a four door car with a flat body made of steel. The coffee enameled vehicle occupied a dandelion paint border marking fresh pavement. Detective Moore's trench coat clad carcass stood beside the Cutler's driver door. Moore's margarita jacket wrinkles framed an indigo tie adorning his ozone shirt silk. Detective Moore's opal top and cactus wrap invaded tan slacks and framed his knees. The disheveled enforcer's leather footwear scraps departed his camel hair leg chutes. Rust and silver curls and caterpillars peppered Moore's scalp and grazed his eye oak. Deep creases embedded his outer ocular points and split his alligator cheek skin. Officer Harris' neck expanded a stiff, indigo collar by the Cutler's passenger door. Silver scalp strands pasted front to back divided the stout officer's hair sleet. Sunken cornflower irises overlooked chrome bristles cuddling Harris' upper lip. A half by two inch name plate topped the left pocket of his starched blueberry shirt. Harris' shiny badge and mustard law emblems adorned his peck vault and bicep wool. Licorice shoes departed daisy lined, bluebonnet britches lashing his sapphire top. Detective Moore unlatched the Cutler's driver's side door using a chrome plated grip. He seized a plate glass incline and slopped cactus coat wads along his unused wrist. Officer Harris observed his toasty colleague above the Cutler's espresso roof paint. "It's a little warm for that thing," Officer Harris puffed past steel mustache veils. "You knowww--" Moore croaked while tossing his jacket over bourbon chair vinyl. "It was a lot cooler out here when we got here this morning." The pudding faced gumshoe inlaid driver's side seat scotch with caramel shin fabric. He yanked a steel entry stick departing Harris' amber hatch pelt using finger pleats. Detective Moore guided leather shoe scraps onto mushy asphalt and dawdled outside. He grazed entry tea with scalp rust and sited Hailey and Wednesday by his far bumper. Hailey searched the wise enforcer's sun bleached facial pleats with emerald irises. Wednesday probed the vigilant officer's pitch eye drops and swallowed, nervously. "Well hello, Ms. Williams," Moore kindly croaked before nodding at Hailey's eye jade. "Ms. Holloway." The mango fox sifted Harris' ashy lip spokes and noticed his grim sight flaps bounce. "First ones out?" Hailey sited Detective Moore's leathery cheek pleats and savored menthol lip compote. "Did you find my mom?" Hailey demanded, prompting Moore to cradle tender face curd. "nnNo-- Not, yet," Moore groaned while his partner analyzed his withered precipice. "...why don't you tell her your theory, moore?..." Officer Harris silently teased. "...not now, harris..." Moore grumbled back. Lloyd's startling forearm meat dislodged Hailey's tomato bag and snuggled her waist. Hailey relished Lloyd's thick pecks nuzzling her ribs and savored his spicy cologne. She focused infatuated emeralds on adoring coals between his chocolate hair strands. For once, an alluring smile scarred Lloyd's face instead of his usual, bitter smirk. "Hi, Hailey," Lloyd purred, causing Hailey to pack lip cherries with quartz chompers. "Hi, Lloyyyd--" Hailey sang while squeezing her boyfriend's lime and cream ab marks. Lloyd hoisted his thick neck from a kiwi collar and nibbled Hailey's raspberry lips. Detective Moore spotted untied skate shoe scraps poking out of Lloyd's indigo jeans. Lloyd and Hailey split pressurized mouth frames and faced Detective Moore's Cutler. The troubled inspector raked rust and silver coils peppering the rear of his scalp. "Well, HAI-ley--" the towering gumshoe paraded while examining Lloyd's ocular coals. "When you introduced me to your friends, you didn't mention you were *dating* one of them. Misterrr-- Freeman, right?" Hailey decided to keep her prior night's date a secret while Lloyd shared a warm nod. "You guys are still investigating the 'slasher'?" Hailey probed with leery face pine. "*That's* why you're here??" "Uhh-- yes, Ms. Holloway," Moore conceded while sanding his palms and sifting tarmac. "We've been-- interviewing some of the students." "You two keep asking about Travis and HIS girlfriend, too," Hailey aired under eye prisms. Hailey observed Officer Harris clawing receptive lip arcs under larkspur optic slats. She echoed his candid scoffs with a smirk while Moore tilled frustrated scalp rust. "ffFunny thing about that--" Detective Moore deflected. "Moorrre--" Officer Harris grated while his partner signaled Hailey's vision limes. "You knowww-- the old abandoned buildings on the outskirts of town?" Moore queried. Hailey cautiously searched Detective Moore's thoughtful visual coals and shrugged. "Not-- really," Hailey croaked using confused precipice points. "There's like-- an old building?" Officer Harris mashed tickled eyelids along his fingers and erupted with laughter. "*You* knowww-- Out east of town?" Moore charged while gauging Hailey's facial birch. "Some of the *older* parts of Malley? There used to be a lot of businesses out that way? But, most of those old spots went bankrupt *years* ago??" Hailey nodded considerate scalp flames, then rocked her raspberry shoulder fleece. "I really *don't* know. I mean-- I'm not even sure which way is east from here. You know?" Officer Harris collected smiling lip sprouts and searched his partner's head curls. "...moore, come ahhn..." the silver haired nitpicker purred. "...she ob-vi-ous-ly doesn't know anything..." "...she's very smarrrt, harris..." Moore croaked before cupping his elbow and chin. "There's this old-- automotive facility out there? Really old place? They used to manufacture automotive paint??" Moore paused before acknowledging Hailey's bewildered, pomegranate clavicle pickets. "I thought you might've heard of that place. Anyway-- somebody burned it down Saturday night." Hailey examined Moore's ocular coals with assisted eye jade and nodded, reflectively. "O-kayyy--" Hailey purred between cherry waxed oral frames. "And at the bottom of this gi-ant pile of ashes-- we found human remains." Moore topped brow pleats with pupa rust and led Hailey's eye gems with index ridges. "We also found fulgurites! Would you believe *that*?" Lloyd shriveled somber ocular frames and skimmed his girlfriend's magma scalp flows. "What's a fulgurite, Hailey?" Lloyd requisitioned. "I've *heard* of that before." "It's-- glass," Hailey divulged under sprung brow cheddar and enticing vision limes. "It's caused when-- cloud to ground lightning makes the earth so hot, it melts sand." Lloyd searched his girlfriend's chlorophyll pupil facets with puzzled cornea cocoa. "You meeean-- You think LIGHTNING burned that place down??" Lloyd skeptically probed. Moore sprouted copper and silver brow bushes above extensive forehead wrinkles. "No! Ther-mite!" the giddy dick blared before signaling Hailey's ruby sweater planks. "Thermite, Ms. Holloway! Can you believe that??" Hailey observed Detective Moore's hysterical behavior with meticulous sight spinach. "I thought we were talking abouuut--" Hailey groaned using analytical face quartz. "You mean like-- rocket fuel?" "I *knew* you would find this interesting!" Moore beamed while parading his pointer carrot. Hailey searched parking pebbles and tapped her thoughtful chin with a neon digit cap. "You thiiink--" Hailey hummed before presenting the gumshoe with aural visage facets. "You don't think my *mom* got burned up in that place, do you?" Moore crumpled regretful cheek leather and cradled his pupils with tender eye flaps. "Ohhh. Wellll--" Detective Moore affectionately dawdled using sorrowful mouth flaps. The cunning inspector scoured parking pavement and collected his frantic thoughts. "...i never even *thought* of that..." Detective Moore flaunted troubled palm leather departing cornflower sleeve silk. "I was talking-- about Travis Griffin?" Hailey penetrated Moore's graphite pupil slivers with bewildered cornea emeralds. "You think-- somebody killed-- Travis?" Hailey innocently probed. Moore averted Hailey's face pine to grip noodly knees while she checked Harris' eyes. "I'm sorry-- I was trying to find out about my mom??" Hailey tilled pitch thigh grit with nervous nail embers while scanning fresh asphalt. "I don't-- understand why you're telling me all this." "You're looking for that PUNK, Travis Griffin?" Lloyd griped below wiry optic pleats. "Do-- you know where he *is*?" Harris implored under suspicious, chrome lip bristles. "I know I *hate* that motha fucker," Lloyd snapped before launching disgusted spit. "He was friends with my brother, Sal." Harris balanced startled shoulders and pointed at Lloyd's lime and cream chest bands. "Wait-- wudda you mean 'was'?" Officer Harris demanded. "What's *that* supposed to mean?" "Fool-- you really have no idea who I am, do you?" Lloyd chided with pissy eye coals. Harris shrank grim ocular frames and uplifted inviting palms beside his bicep stamps. "'Was' as in-- the mother fucker's dead. As in-- he's not friends with *anybody*, anymore." "Okay, now just-- wait a minute," Moore bungled before drilling oatmeal hip chutes. "You're telling me that-- Travis Griffin was murdered? You already *know* that??" "NO, you fucking dick-head! Not Travis Griffin!" Lloyd fired from antsy body knots. "FUCK that mother fucker!! *I* don't give a fuck about that-- piece of shit!" The agitated colt seared Moore's pupil graphite and battered blueberry thigh denim. "I'm talking about my brother, Sal," Lloyd shared before shuffling lime peck sherbet. "My fucking *brother* fucking *Sal* is fucking dead!! You-- fuckin' idiots!" Hailey's squire glared past coiled forehead coffee and stacked cynical forearm steak. "*He* was fucking murdered. Are you two-- dipshits following me, now??" Moore faced virgin pavement and expanded caterpillar brow rust above his forehead. "Boy, I didn't know about that," the grim sleuth aired before swiveling cheek pleats. "Didn't know an-y-thing about that." "Well, I guess they didn't send you two dipshits that day," Lloyd sniped under rolling eyes. Hailey tugged Lloyd's digits and nodded at his oscillating cheek honey, discretely. "I think that's our cue to leave," Harris snarled while popping defeated hip juniper. "Wudda *you* think, Detective Moore?" Moore glared above the Cutler's roof espresso and tipped face custard up and down. "Hailey, I'll let you know as soon as I hear something about your mom," Harris promised. "Okay?" Hailey sanded a crevice dividing her front teeth using a nervous, mango finger cap. "O-kayyy--" Hailey sang while watching the disjointed officers embed seat bourbon. Officer Harris collected a chrome hip latch, then searched Detective Moore's chest. "Moorrre--" the silver haired law droid groaned. "What now, Harris??" the grumpy gumshoe demanded. Harris stretched amber frays cleaving his partner's rib strap above ozone shirt silk. "Ser-i-ous-leee??" Harris groaned past demanding mouth bristles. Rust and chrome caterpillars climbed a cream staircase forming Moore's forehead. "Oh, riiight--" Detective Moore croaked while collecting caramel seat belt sprouts. "I've got an appointment to get that fixed." "You have an appointment, huh?" Harris grumbled. "I see we're making progress." "Yeahhh--" Detective Moore purred with reassuring vocal streaks. "The appointment's not until Thursday, though. They were really backed up at that place." Moore crumpled meticulous eye frames, then glanced at Harris' periwinkle pupil slats. "Wait-- Was it Thursday?" "Moorrre--" the blueberry suited officer grated while buckling his safety strap. "I've been looking at that friggin'-- huge tear in your seat belt for like-- two months, now. It's bigger than the-- San Andreas Fault. You'd better get that thing fixed. And, I mean-- right now!" "O-kay, Dahhd--" Moore grumbled while flaunting apologetic palm leather. "This Thursdayyy-- Is that good enough?" "Let me tell you something," Harris croaked while watching Moore cobble steering ale. "You're gonna get rear ended by some old lady going fifteen miles an hour--" "Ohh, here we go--" the pissy inspector groaned while Harris flaunted the windshield. "And, you're gonna go flying through that winshield right there-- And, you're gonna get impaled on a tree or something and bleed to death." Harris pinched Moore's elastic chest harness and stretched it in front of his eyes. "All because you were too stubborn to take this old-- piece of junk down to the body shop and get the seat belt fixed!" Officer Harris jolted his hapless cohort with a loaded whack between the man tits. "Ohh!" Moore yelped before snatching gold harness frays and and glaring at his rider. "Are you done, Harris? Can we *go*, now?" "Can't be-LIEVE you haven't fixed that thing, yet," Harris bitched. "Je-sus Chrrrist." Trunk rim caramel topped dual brake uprights and backup lamps above bumper chrome. Poppy license plate sparks precipitated Moore's Cutler exiting banana parking marks. Lloyd prompted a cheery gaze from Hailey by splitting cheek amber with joyous lips. "You two are terr-i-ble," Wednesday articulated using ruby oral seams. Hailey relished raven bangs above her bud's eye ozone and arm cream among cocoa nets. Lloyd probed his upper, right optical frames with considerate sight molasses. "We'rrre-- guilty," Hailey's shaggy haired boyfriend cynically summarized. "And-- I would like it *very much* if we did not get caught. Crazy idea, I know." Wednesday presented optical sea ice, then searched asphalt dividing pitch toe points. "I *hate* lying," Hailey indulged, prompting her friend to scan her solemn eye limes. "You *know* how much I hate it." Wednesday's carrot mopped cohort sifted dismal eye flaps and tilted limestone cheeks. "Reeeally don't wanna go to jail, though--" The grim goth loathed Lloyd sharing a warm smile with Hailey's silicate optic clouds. "You wanna go-- drive around for a little bit?" the shaggy maverick offered. "O-kayyy!" Hailey beamed using cheerful lip compote. "All-riiight--" Lloyd cooed while searching indigo denim wads for his car keys. The stout colt chased Wednesday's eye frost to the rims of her raven forehead plumes. "You gonna go with us, Wednesday?" The pissy minx freed arm ceramic cuddling quartz hearts spotting silk breast pitch. "You guys go ahead," Wednesday sulked before clawing jean hoists and stomping tarmac. Lloyd observed his auburn chum riding pointed hide, heel tines with Achilles custard. "I can-- drop you off, Wednesday," Hailey's charming escort offered. Lloyd watched slate hiny pentagons follow lemon parking marks between chrome bumpers. "She's having a hard time with what we did." Hailey examined motionless vehicles and stacked cherry wrist yarn along her bosom. "She IS having a hard time with it," Hailey aired before probing Lloyd's mocha chops. "We were-- sorta fighting about it when we came outside." Lloyd searched nervy limes perusing his girlfriend's saxophone stick, optic prisms. "Should we catch up with her? Make sure she's okay??" "Give her some space, Lloyd," Hailey implored of her chocolate knotted companion. "She'll calm down. Eventually." Hailey collected Lloyd's masculine digits and searched for his baby blue Cammy. Raven scalp strands framed Wednesday's porcelain cheeks and tickled her jaw line. Six inch licorice arcs grazed brow asphalt topping the pissy damsel's ozone irises. A hominy nose cap under fiery nasal pleats overarched Wednesday's ruby lip velvet. Wednesday's meager neck cream parted raven fishnets fogging her dove shoulder velvet. Blueberry denim hampering Wednesday's clavicle nylon hoisted her B day text books. The grim vixen funneled afternoon frost below vacuous eyes and emitted ominous steam. Three inch towers and foam spades embraced Wednesday's zombie heels and pedal digits. Leather instep wings embellished bovine molasses cradling Wednesday's ankle knobs. Crow feather jean cuffs gripped Wednesday's ivory calf grapefruits and hip cellulite. Half inch heart chalk spotted silk soot edging her flanks and clenching her deltoids. Plush arm pine departed elastic weaves screening Wednesday's buttermilk scapulas. Wednesday's first two fingers gripped ivory tissue enclosing a quarter inch sifter. A tobacco pencil departed quartz filter fluff between Wednesday's licorice nail caps. A coconut mist funnel escaped mango embers dangling from Wednesday's coffin nail. Wednesday's raven scalp threads rode a brief gust and brushed her ivory neck cream. The agitated vixen perceived the silky throat and cheek kiss like a slap in the face. Wednesday crumpled sedated cornea frost with bronze flaps flaunting asphalt spokes. She siphoned nails past wrinkled nasal chutes and exhaled scalding tubes of misery. The pissy minx braised buttermilk wrist satin with tobacco embers among evening rays. She drilled frantic ulna custard with licorice claws until she detected searing heat. "aaaAAA!!" Wednesday belted between disgusted chiclets. The grim mistress retrieved her smoldering cancer stump and exhaled startled gasses. Wednesday hoisted throbbing arm velvet in front of her feral ocular sapphires. Hot claret flooded a pea shaped radius canal and leaked from Wednesday's elbow ivory. Hemoglobin soup drizzled cement sand paper surrounding her charcoal toe leather. The dark haired maiden puffed mournful steam between her ruby lips and headed home. She sloshed cherry compote glazing cream fingers and ditched her mangled cigarette. A navy blue keratin fountain overflowed an ominous, talcum powdered precipice. Blueberry scalp strands faded to plum along creamy cheek barbs shrouding kiwi irises. Tulip yarn became fuchsia threads and cherry tips framing lanky biceps and tonsils. Lengthy lashes departing tangerine eye flaps overlooked a half inch nostril hoop. Strawberry lip gloss surmounted a leather throat strap with one inch spike chrome. Nylon charcoal escaped silver neck points and clouded arm quartz above wrist twine. A raven tube top bundled gelatin chest apples above urethane misted stomach ivory. A crescent moon, belt buckle strapped elastic denim soot above meager hip cellulite. Ivy's chalk stick digits grazed bourbon steering vinyl with tar capped claws. Leather boot tips exiting pitch britches approached rubber pedals near amber carpet. Lanky walnut digits suspended a cherry toker pipe in front of Ivy's champagne irises. Spinach pencil shavings packed a chrome plated medicine cup heading the ruby chute. "There you go, Ivy," Josh purred using lengthy mouth seams. Ivy released her Chrysalis' bourbon pilot hoop and grasped a zinc treated lip grip. Scotch hair puffs three inches long exited a patch above Josh's walnut cheek points. Honey brow fluffs eclipsed cornea tar droplets overlooking his lanky neck amber. Plastic button pearls fastened a red wine t-shirt blanketing Josh's deltoid gristle. Indigo jean wads cradling his scrawny leg segments housed fragmented sneaker coal. Ivy's tar tipped finger chalk snatched a steel chute topping Josh's lighter quartz. Josh sank spine ale among tree sap vinyl framing Ivy's worn car seats and head rests. Ivy grated a stone sparker and sank tomato valve plastic with opposable digit ridges. Josh's solemn mistress split strawberry wax with lip zinc and blasted pipe spinach. Dehydrated pot shards sizzled like skunk bacon and transformed into smoldering muck. Sammy poised phony mouth arcs eclipsing his flamingo chin by Ivy's amber chair top. Sly ocular bourbon framed a candy cola nose bottle under Sammy's spiked hair gold. The invasive passenger examined Ivy's corn starch cheeks below daisy brow canopies. "Don't forget cha homies, homey," Sammy aired with cheek tines bedding rolled elbow ivory. Porcelain collar flaps and pearl sutures lined Sammy's bubble gum throat snorkel. Oatmeal jeans overlooked pickle socks stacking the sly hipster's checkered slip ons. Face fat soft balls bearing push broom hair spokes packed folded wrist, acorn squash. Robin egg irises headlined grapefruit funny bones crumpling Ivy's upper seat corners. "Puff, puff, PASS, mo fuckas!" Bernie fired with pudding cheeks. Sammy tore arm gristle from elbow pommelo and beat curd and blueberry sleeve streaks. "God dahhmn, Bernie," Sammy insidiously croaked. "Why don't you watch where you put your fat, motha fucker??" Bernie popped Sammy's xylophone chest planks with sprouted knuckle sausages. "pUUHHHH!!" "Back up, kihhhd--" Bernie purred using pillowy mouth flaps. "You'll get your turn." Bernie's neck dough and coconut striped stomach pudding eclipsed roomy khaki pine. Cream, twine Xs stitched high top sneaker claret above neoprene toe ceramic. Bernie snatched Ivy's pipe chrome, then got a swat from Sammy's flamingo digit worms. "Ahhh!" "Nowww, Bernieee--" Sammy grated past sly vocal ridges. "Gotta wait yo turrrn, nigga." Bernie extracted vanilla lighter plastic from Ivy's tar tipped grasping porcelain. "Here we go, Sam-Sam," Bernie helpfully replied. "Lemme just-- light that up for you." Sammy pointed a weed shot glass at ivory chest sutures dividing Bernie's man tits. "Heyyy-- You're alright there, Berns," Sammy appreciatively purred. Sammy split a phony smirk with chrome and enjoyed Bernie searing his throat with pot. Bernie observed his sly chum slurping noxious fumes, then hammered his abdomen silk. "Buh-hoo! Bah-haa! Puh-haaa!!" Sammy hacked from horrified face bismuth. Sammy funneled a panicked breath and coughed into a knuckle nightcrawler tunnel. Bernie recovered Josh's strawberry pot stick and siphoned a zinc plated mouth piece. "Take that motha fucker from me again, bitch," Bernie dared while sparking Mary Jane. Sammy popped Bernie's limestone testicle covering with a willowy finger hammer. "Ack! Uckk! Uckkk!! a-HWUK! a-HOCK! a-HAWKK!!" Bernie expelled with feral face dough. Sammy sealed devious ocular seams and drilled amber seat pads with gold hair spikes. "Haa! Haa! Haa!" Sammy honked like a clown horn, then cracked flamingo nightcrawlers. "Ahhh-- Haa! Haa! Haa! Haaaa!!" Josh searched Ivy's windshield and sanded observant lips with an antsy tongue beebee. "Aww fahhhck, fool--" Josh croaked before engaging Bernie's disgusted, ozone peepers. "Gyahhd-- Wussup, duuude??" Bernie groaned while cradling his nuts with finger brats. Bernie ogled Wednesday's scalp coal dusting cheek ivory above heart spotted jugs. Fishnet coffee grazed bicep cream while bison shoe spikes steered cropped jean soot. "Prehhty sure that's Wednesday," Josh cooed before checking Sammy's ocular bourbon. "Short black hair? All black clothes?" "Pale skihhn--" Sammy hooted while tilling Ivy's seat foam and eyeing her windshield. "Isn't there supposed to beee--" The disoriented, dandelion haired agitator forgot what he was even talking about. "Mahhhhhn--" Bernie aired while crowding Sammy's bicep silk with sweaty chesticles. "I am fuckin'-- stohhhned, G." "What'd I sayyy-- about your fuckin' FAT, Bernie??" Sammy impatiently croaked. Bernie scanned Sammy's tulip face tines with pupil dimes and chuckled uncontrollably. "What-- What the fuck you talkin' 'bout, Sams??" Bernie wove with elated clucks. "I'm TALK-ing about-- them fat, sloppy mahhn titties," Sammy sang before shoving chest mousse. "You got 'em floppin' all over my *shit*, yo!" Ivy shared raging giggles while Bernie scoured Wednesday's hip coal and ta-ta hearts. "Damn-- Wednesday's a fiiine motha fucker, huh?" Bernie purred using fascinated lips. Sammy enjoyed oscillating shoulder curd topping Wednesday's soot grit, thigh gelatin. "She IS, fooool--" Sammy croaked before crumpling hazy pupil butterscotch. "Isn't therrre-- supposed to be a red-head, though?" "We 'bout to SNATCH this fine piece uh ass, or wahht??" Bernie hooted while popping Josh's seat. "Je-sus Chrrrist," Josh huffed between startled chuckles. "I mean-- I thought we might go talk to her, you know? Yeah--" "Shiiitt--" Bernie grumbled between frustrated softball cheeks. "I'm 'bout to go talk to her about this *dick*, motha fucker!" Sammy knotted anesthetized eye flaps and expelled clown horn toots using thin lips. "Damn, Bernieee--" Josh groaned from mischevious mouth flaps. "You-- serious, right now??" Bernie collected imposing udder dough and flaunted his pine tinted crotch covering. "Yo-- I'm 'bout to give her some of this Bernie wormie, G!" Bernie proudly declared. Bernie grabbed a capital "L" door bracket and dispatched the Chrysalis' rear gate. "O-kayyy--" Josh croaked between earnest oral frames. "I-- guess we're going, then." "Haa-haa-haa-haaaa--!" Sammy honked past sadistic saliva seals. Sammy coiled lanky digits around latch chrome embedding his bourbon hatch vinyl. Stainless steel ladders exited quartz, slate, and ruby pebbles packing cement banks. The paired steps framed a diamond plate mat secured with square tubing, jail bars. Banana and chocolate chute segments formed a spiral slide departing the opposite end. The half pipe projection encircled dual struts twice and overlooked a six inch gap. Emerald grass confetti spanned soil dividing hefty barrier logs and sidewalk tiles. Wednesday's three inch heel spike centered a "D" shaped stopper along a cement tile. Her leather toe point precipitated an arch tower and plantar spade two feet away. Wednesday's trailing footwear froze beside her ivory calf before joining its partner. Instep butterfly wings nestled under charcoal shoe collars cradling Achilles quartz. Wednesday focalized analytical eye teal and siphoned skunky vapors with nasal pleats. "...is that-- what i *think* it is?..." Wednesday hissed between cautious lip rubies. Bernie parked ceramic shoe caps in front of Wednesday's spiked pedal sculptures. Wednesday scanned Bernie's robin egg cornea facets and push broom scalp bristles. Bernie slurped cherry pipe chrome and torched pot goop with Josh's porcelain ignitor. Wednesday examined cue ball cheeks with ocular sea ice and exhaled a nervous huff. Bernie grated his throat and sand paper mouth meat with searing marijuana exhaust. He searched Wednesday's forehead crow feathers with intoxicated viewing dimes. He admired raven filaments brushing Wednesday's cheeks and her quaking, lip berries. The dazed path obstructor ejected ceramic pot gasses using rubbery mouth frames. "...mahhn..." Bernie grated while evicting bud vapors and scanning cornea sapphires. "You are a *sweet* little thing, aren't you??" Bernie toppled Wednesday's bicep nets, then Sammy's finger worms with a cherry chute. "Fuckin'-- ayyy--" Sammy cooed while capturing Josh's Flic lighter. "Hello, gor-geousss--" Sammy formed a finger canopy and sparked butane while scanning Wednesday's eye frost. "Need some fries to go with that shake??" Wednesday dismissed antics and crackling pot, then probed Bernie's ocular robin eggs. "wwWhat is this?" the grim goth grated before flaunting palm cream and wrist syrup. "What-- the fuck do you want?" Wednesday addressed gravel sanding sneaker mats and greeted Josh's optical tar drops. Josh's lanky neck extended a beebee lip grazer and scotch head puffs from shirt wine. Wednesday spotted kiwi irises cleaving mango flaps above boots grating loose pebbles. She traced blueberry scalp strands fading cherry red beside coal clouded bicep ivory. Ivy poised devious lip roses above reflective throat spikes and shook her head. "'sup, Wednesday?" Josh fired at Wednesday's ear canal using saggy oral frames. The timid minx searched Ivy's coolant irises, then checked Josh's prying ocular tar. "Who-- Who *are* you?" Wednesday demanded using apprehensive face porcelain. Josh clubbed stomach licorice, yogurt heart spots with shin blueberry, denim wads. "pUHHHH!" the toppling dame ejected before a hiny impact united her nose and kneecap. Wednesday clawed cherry syrup frosting her lips and chin with startled nail cola. "mMMmmm--" Wednesday sealed pitiful whimpers with her tongue and extruded mascara stained tears. Digit ice grasping jaw quartz prompted Wednesday to till field jade framing her hips. Josh tipped the panicked dame's cheek barbs and greeted her with sinister eye coffee. "*I'll* ask the fffucking questions around here," the joyless skateboarder hissed. Josh fired hateful saliva droplets between Wednesday's timid ocular sapphires. "Stupid bitch." Josh watched spit bubbles skim Wednesday's oral rubies before sloshing her face curd. "Wudda you know about my *brother*, Wednesday??" The grim colt detected Wednesday's jowls quaking, then snatched her scalp licorice. "Gahh!" Wednesday shrieked before huffing frosty fumes with cherry glazed oral cream. "I-I-I-- d-don't kn-ow-- I don't *know* who your brother is." Josh yanked Wednesday's jumpy raven threads and tapered skeptical, ocular viewports. "T-Travis," Josh wrangled from puzzled digestive seals. "Travis Griffin." Wednesday's foreboding heart thumps rocked her nervous precipice porcelain. "I-I, uhh-- I d-don't know Travis," Wednesday babbled before lapping copper lip soup. "W-What're you--" "That's not what *I* heard--" Josh croaked while nuzzling defensive forehead custard. Wednesday searched Josh's pitch pupil drops with terrified vision ice and shivered. "I-- don't know what you're TALKING ABOUT!!" the evasive lioness conjured. Josh fled Wednesday's face ivory and probed his upper eyes with angry cornea coals. "Oh, my Gahhhd--" Josh grumbled from irritated facial nooks. "I don't know-oh-ohhh--!" Wednesday bawled. "W-What is he, like-- misseeeeng?" Josh swiveled agitated deltoid gristle and bobbled sarcastic precipice caramel. "Is he *missing*?" Josh parroted using disgusted walnut cheeks. "Is he fucking--" Josh smacked Wednesday's cherry iced cheek cream, then snatched her juniper jean bag. "Ah--! Ah--! Ah--!" the startled urchin aspirated like a panicked puppy. Josh joined his homies and gripped dubious chin amber with shoulder denim graspers. Bernie offered Josh his ruby pipe and exhaled ivory exhaust from nostril spigots. "I've heard e-nough of this shit," Josh yelped before popping his knee with books. "Bring her ass to the car," the chairman instructed while swiveling sneaker scraps. "Do whatever the *fuck* you want to her." Wednesday watched Josh's savage droids hand Ivy a toker pipe while plowing felt turf. "N-No--" Wednesday protested while observing Bernie and Sammy wade emerald confetti. The grim hen clawed soil with nail tar and strained tendons embedded by heel spikes. "Jesus Chrrrist--" "Awww--" Sammy cooed while saddling heel checks near Wednesday's ocular teal. "What's the matter, sweet cheeks? You worried about catchin' a disease or some shit?" Wednesday searched Sammy's piercing optic caramel and pondered his bizarre comment. "What-- *this* dick??" Bernie aired with cheek mousse while waving pine groin fabric. "Mahhn-- this meanie weenie is cleanie, yo." "Pfft! Fuhhhl-- ssshut the fuck up!!" Sammy extracted from hysterical oral flaps. "Wayyyt--" Wednesday grated before snatching claw cola from Bernie's finger snakes. "wwWait a minute!!" "Haa! Haa! Haa! Haaaa!" Sammy savagely honked while tilling Wednesday's apple jugs. "aaagckk--!" the dire minx vented while bucking hair soot and gushing saline beebees. "Fool, check *this* shit out--" Bernie rambled while flaunting angular foot frames. "Her fuckin'-- shoes are stuck in the mud, yo! What the fuhhhck??" Bernie cradled revolted bicep nets and ab love spots, then expelled giddy laughter. "Aww, sheee-ut--" Sammy assured the struggling, dark haired damsel. "Now don't worry, doll-face. Me and ol' Berrrns will get you un-- stuck-i-fied." Sammy's cackling companion pried laughter like clown horn toots from his thin lips. "Yeahhh, my little sweet momma-- We'll get you out this mess in *no* time." Bernie strained the mascara trickled dutchess' calf pommelos with pillowy arm lassos. "Here, I'll give you a hahhnd, my man--" Sammy purred while wadding frantic hooters. "Just relax, sweet cheeeeks--" he hissed before lapping Wednesday's frail ear ridges. "We're gonna take guhhhd care of you--" "aaaAAA!" Wednesday squawked before shielding juicy audio siphons with shoulder mesh. Sammy braced the impaled minx's jugs and rib planks, then checked his buddy's face. "Ready, Berns?" Sammy demanded from his vicious cohort. "Yeah, sonnn--" Bernie passed between ambitious oral flaps. "I've *been* ready. The fuck, yo??" Bernie and Sammy strained Wednesday's leather bridled ankles and love dotted flanks. "GyaaAAAA!! You guys, PLEEEEASE!!" Wednesday squealed. Wednesday gulped olfactory hemoglobin flooding her throat using nervous saliva salts. "P-lease don't do this to meeEEEE!!" Sammy strapped Wednesday's blood soaked speech satin with tulip digit nightcrawlers. "Dahhmn--" Sammy snarled against Wednesday's mortified ear spirals. "You make a lahht of noise for such a-- tiny thing." Wednesday blasted lanky digits while the boys grated instep taffy with shoe leather. Bernie heaved denim tibia soot and freed heel turnips before stampeding park grass. "Whoooa!" Bernie belted from startled precipice dough. Sammy parked Wednesday's hiny denim and noticed raven digit dots eclipsing her shins. The golden spiked nihilist expelled clown horn toots from sadistic bubble gum cheeks. Ivy's rear automotive, door steel uncovered vertical seat fabric stuffed with foam. Bernie's waterbed man titties surfed brandy butt pillows and taxed Ivy's worn shocks. Sammy slopped Wednesday's feeble carcass across Bernie's chuckling belly cellulite. "aaAAAA!" Wednesday shrieked from blood crusted facial objectors. Bernie's rippling stomach custard expanded brow soot eclipsing his startled eye teal. "pUUUHhh!" Bernie ejected from stunned mouth putty. Wednesday plowed blueberries and cream blubber stripes and checked her bicep lattice. "H-Help me!" Wednesday demanded using desperate lip rubies. "Help me, someone! Pleeease!!" Sammy clawed Wednesday's panicked scalp licorice and plopped down beside her. He dangled Wednesday's flashy heels between Josh and Ivy's seats, then shut his door. "Move it, Ives. Get us outta here," Sammy instructed. Josh seized Wednesday's ox skin footwear while Ivy ratcheted a chrome shift lever. Ivy poked a rubber pedal with her charcoal boot point and departed a lawn boundary. Sammy snatched ankle satin entering Wednesday's denim soot above scuffed foot pleats. "Gyah!" Wednesday yelped above her nylon shoulder weaves. "Stop!" Sammy collected Wednesday's frantic, abdominal heart spots along his lap limestone. He swiped cherry nasal syrup under her saline soaked cheeks, prompting a pissy swat. He smeared his strawberry tongue crystals with Wednesday's hemoglobin olfactory soup. "You fuckin'-- gross fuck!" Sammy engulfed Wednesday's tortured face cream and siphoned her oral blood drizzle. The mortified maiden shoved Sammy's rib planks while he slurped her oral satin. "You didn't knowww I was vampire, did you?" Sammy teased using savage smile artifacts. "ffFuck you!" Wednesday hissed between incisors soaked with nasal claret. The licorice haired maiden strained rabid wrists pinned across Sammy's bony thighs. "Fuckin'-- piece of shit--" Sammy hoisted Wednesday's porcelain graspers above his inquisitive ocular scotch. He skimmed raspberry compote drizzling her foreram and overflowing elbow custard. "*Weee* didn't do that--" Sammy croaked past a pretentious grin. "How innn-ter-esting--" Bernie extruded panicked bicep butter underneath Wednesday's raven shoulder fishnets. His sausage digits extracted Wednesday's emery hiny soot from Sammy's lap limestone. Wednesday burrowed her elastic scapula hammock with startled scalp licorice. She clawed fingers crumpling her breast pudding while Sammy grated her thigh grit. "ahhhh--" Sammy purred from gratified digestive seams. "You are fuckin' sssexy, Wednesday. Daaamn--" Josh used expanded cheek gristle to exhale regretful gasses between lanky oral seals. He sank a plastic soda cap covering a radio momentary switch using his index finger. Ivy's automotive speakers began playing punk music composed by a band named "Rotten". "Stop!" Josh detected Wednesday crying from the back seat. "Pleeease!" Josh rotated a slick radio grip until Rotten muffled the unlucky mistress' pleas. "If you think for a sec--" Rotten's lead vocalist sang. "You'll see it's a joke--" Six witty guitar strums followed the musician's mumbling verbal affirmations. "Malism!" Rotten's secondary vocalist sang. "Malism!" Sammy freed Wednesday's agitated thigh and calf cream from her espresso denim knots. He unrolled elastic jean soot gripping Wednesday's ivory insteps along tan carpet. "ahhhh--" Sammy croaked from ruthless mouth arcs. "Some fuckin'-- sexy legs, yo." Sammy sanded Wednesday's crystal charcoal, labia polka dots with lengthy digits. "aaaAAA!" the frustrated vixen belted between endorphin injected lip rubies. Sammy snatched feral Achilles taffy firing raven capped digits at his cheek bismuth. Josh checked champagne ocular drops embedding his girlfriend's tangerine eye flaps. Ivy formed devious, cherry lip arcs and offered ruby pipe chrome with licorice claws. Sammy polished Wednesday's tacky genital aspirin while her thighs squeezed his neck. Wednesday clawed Sammy's spine linen with pitch nail spots under velvet foot pleats. "gaaAAAA!" Wednesday grunted past flustered trachea striations. "ssStop!" Bernie popped ivory Valentine sutures topping Wednesday's lace bra, rose petal soot. He kneaded mousse escaping mammary baskets above her lanky stomach, umbilical cavity. He extracted a shriek by invading chest elastic and grasping areola pencil erasers. Josh sparked ivory lighter plastic in front of a ruby pipe stem departing his lips. He torched pot shards occupying a chrome treated bowl and savored a guitar solo. Sammy pared his ab tulips, then panty crystal snaring Wednesday's knees and toe tar. He tossed labia polka dots among floral bra soot and ivory shirt hearts on the floor. He sanded Wednesday's tummy and cleave with belly sprigs and a tan denim, dick bulge. "Just FUCK me and get it over with, you ass-hole!" Wednesday sniped. "She wants that dick, Sahhhms--" Bernie hummed using hazy facial pudding. "You should give it to her, yo." Sammy liberated sock pickles and impacted Josh's brandy seat vinyl with scotch jeans. "Nowww, Bernieee--" Sammy meticulously croaked. Sammy fingered Wednesday's gooey pussy canal, causing her to arch her spinal quartz. The jolted damsel siphoned skunky cabin gasses and expelled disgusted chest fumes. Her blonde tormenter slimed his pecker broomstick with cotton candy finger worms. "Bernieee, ahhhhh--" Sammy purred past gratified tooth flaps. "Her pussy juice feels sooo-- good, yo--" Bernie expelled hazy giggles and hoisted Wednesday's helpless wrists above her head. Sammy grasped Wednesday's hiny ivory and nestled her pussy flaps along his nut coils. He smirked at mascara soiled cheek ceramic, then split her labia with his fat cock. Wednesday probed Sammy's eye ale and tugged worn wrists exiting Bernie's fat fingers. Josh and Ivy endured Wednesday's squawks while carnation thighs popped ass custard. Sammy swirled her mucus soaked clitoris beebee while packing a juicy pelvic canal. "Stahhhp, you freak!" the disgusted vixen shrieked. Wednesday strained heckled neck tendons and was jolted by overflowing uterine juices. "aaaahhhh--!" Wednesday reflexively unloaded. The mortified belle inhaled glass and extruded steaming saline from angry eye pleats. "ehhh-heh-hehh--!" Wednesday exhaled during peaks of frosty sobs. "ehh-hehh-hehh-hehhhh--" Sammy watched mascara stained tears soil Wednesday's chin above sloshing rib sacks. The terrified mistress' shivering thigh gelatin enticed Sammy to blow his load. "aAAAaaa--!" Sammy discharged using grateful digestive seams. "mmMother fuhhhck--" Wednesday peeled nauseated eye bronze and searched Sammy's shriveled ocular flaps. "Did you just-- CUM INSIDE OF ME??" Wednesday blasted with revolted face quartz. "oOOHHhh--" Sammy gushed between careless cotton candy cheeks. "You fffucking id-i-ot--!" the hopeless minx hurled across tortured aorta ridges. Bernie sloshed Wednesday's wild cadaver quartz on top of Sammy's flamingo rib dermis. He peeled ivory and ozone t-shirt streaks gripping licorice carpeted stomach pudding. Bernie's sweat soaked chesticles dangled nipple meatballs with hair patch coasters. The porky skater pared pom pom thigh mousse and elastic crotch curd under his khakis. Sammy torpedoed Bernie's palm fat with crystal bottle plastic containing sex gel. Gold digits spelled "Astrolube" along an ivory sticker under Bernie's plum flask top. Wednesday spied Bernie greasing his beer bottle cock with sausage digits behind her. She vacantly processed Bernie's sidekick tugging her wrists and implanting her knees. She detected icy pecker slime splitting her hiny mounds and straining her sphincter. Doughy hip impacts and anal spikes tore shrieks from Wednesday's jolted cheek quartz. One inch whitewalls framing Ivy's hubcap spokes parked beside gutter concrete. Zinc coated trim bordered porcelain enameled body panels forming fitted wheel wells. Dual door acrylic like quartz divided tire border semi-hoops plated with chrome. Mirror coated hatch levers topped finger caverns near Ivy's upper, left port covers. A window with a slanted edge and one with only right angles topped the ivory panels. Ivy's rear, rider cover sprinkled the sidewalk with Wednesday's raven scalp strands. The spent damsel's noggin and shoulder porcelain cracked ivory, cement sand paper. Licorice nylon clinging deltoid cream dangled espresso rose petal, mammary lace. Concrete grated breast and bicep velvet above polka dot, crystal panty charcoal. The spent belle skidded mortar bark with scapula buttermilk, freeing rickety heels. She crumpled her cheeks, nipples, and stomach with noodly wrist and tibia custard. She dragged knee cream and toe licorice across abrasive cement using emerald sprouts. Cherry syrup departing raven crotch silk drizzled sidwalk cream and lime foliage. Cruel cackling and punk rock pumps blasted Wednesday's ear coils until the door shut. Josh's denim carpeted calf flattened a sloppy sneaker mat beside Ivy's front hatch. Josh rocketed lanky digits in front of his t-shirt wine and latched Ivy's cabin port. Wednesday's nylon fishnet jacket and blue jean back pack dangled from Josh's wrist. The mangled dame's raven leg grit and heart salted trunk licorice gripped his neck. Josh carried Wednesday's shoe spades and sparked a coffin nail with his lighter talc. The mousy maid settled her hiny between her heels and spotted Josh above bicep cream. The grim skater pocketed his lighter and unlatched a long blade cleaving bone grips. Wednesday scoured cutlery with wild eye teal, then scuttled away from walking mortar. She bedded clover with shin satin and watched Josh approach while venting nasal mist. She searched ocular tar drops with sight frost and flaunted quivering palm velvet. "P-Pleeease!" Wednesday squealed before toppling butt mounds and knotting limb cream. "nnNo! ssStop!!" Josh parked worn shoes and popped Wednesday's knuckles and knees with book bag denim. "Ah!" the dire minx yelped while packing ivory drumsticks with fearful cheek quartz. Josh slopped Wednesday's back seam with sweater fishnet, shirt hearts, and jean soot. Wednesday paraded a pissy swat before sighting heel spikes targeting her pitch bangs. "PLEEE-ee-eeease--!" Wednesday bawled underneath startled elbow buttermilk. Josh sifted cigarette fumes, then wadded scalp tarmac embedding protective ulna curd. "aaaAAA!" the hysterical dame heaved from tear soaked face crumples. "P-leeease-- PLEASE, don't kill me-eee-eee--!" "Where's my BROTH-er, Wednesday?" Josh demanded with a knife dividing cyan peepers. "Do you remember, yet??" Wednesday tugged Josh's finger caramel with raven sprouts and probed his pupil pitch. "F-F-Fuck your brother!" Wednesday fumbled between quivering lip rubies. "You-- You think I know where your brother is, you MOTHER FUCKER?!? The-The-The-- The only thing I know right *now* is what you fuckers just DID to me! You can beat me and-- fuck me and-- torture me all you WAAANT!!" Wednesday funneled giddy wheezes past her panicked airways and gulped salty spit. "It's not gonna change an-y-thing, you FUCKING ASS-HOLE!!" Josh squeezed raven locks and leveled Wednesday's nose with facial cigarette grips. "AArrgghh--" Josh hatefully snarled. The bitter colt snatched his stogie and signaled eye teal saline with cigarette ash. "God damn a conscience." Josh sifted scattered garments while ejecting tobacco mist and flaunted his knife. "All-right, Wednesdayyy-- I don't know exactly how it went dowwwn--" Josh pointed out Wednesday's glassy eyes with his switch blade and peeled rabid lips. "Why don't you just-- think about you and your friends. Youuu--" Travis' lanky brother patted Wednesday's meager forehead velvet with frosty steel. "Hailey Hollowayyy-- Lloyd Freemahhhn--" Wednesday crimped neck satin with deltoid curd and crumpled mascara soaked eye flaps. "You just *think* about that. And remember, THIS-- This never happened." The corn sprouted skater lowered his knife and flaunted steaming nicotine remnants. "It never happened," Josh rambled. "Fuckin' conscience--" the kook blabbered while stomping concrete walking squares. Wednesday heard Josh's door shut, then ogled Ivy's cabin rounding a brick building. The wiry goth scoured raven denim framing cola toe caps before retrieving her smokes. She suspended ribbon gold overlooking "Marley's" letter coals using pitch talons. She split paper curd and gobbled a quartz nicotine screen with blood caked lip felt. The grave vixen compressed a gold plated ignitor box the size of a correction eraser. She hoisted whistling chimney ports with licorice talons and buffed a stone disc. Wednesday used shivering digit quartz to sear tobacco tissue with mango wick exhaust. She tossed her torch sax and vented ivory fumes, then scoured a claret soaked filter. Oak lattice pencils arranged Lloyd's five inch, bedroom window squares four by four. Hailey's emerald irises scanned pool water ripple pyramids like blue gelatin dessert. Seashell saucers resembling dish soap marked pearl tiles overlooking Egyptian rapids. Hailey traced an infinity sculpted wading bank forged from graphite greeting cards. Refrigerator width hardwood escaped chlorophyll bread ties parting elliptical banks. Crooked root ropes explored surrounding topsoil and framed the stout field extension. A limb like a traffic light pole departed bronze husk twelve feet above the ground. A barrel sized fork nearby sprouted a lush network obscuring an evening canopy. Arrow pointed leaf jade sailed gentle gasses traveling raspberry atmosphere. Python bark coiled a tractor tire trunk with a beach ball cavern fourteen feet away. Hefty branches supported matching tree organ spades riding ginger air currents. Dense cellulose stalks supported a third tree beyond the left end of the first two. Cinnamon pickets seven feet high profiled Lloyd's corpulent cistern drapery. Tangerine rays departed fence miter gaps and illuminated a tomato sky striation. Pomegranate canopy became star sprinkled, blueberry cosmos between kiwi leaf spades. Mango and peach scalp wire dusted cherry fleece uprights framing Hailey's chest pine. The ginger mistress embedded oak dowels with geranium bicep and scapula yarn. Denim soot binding tone flanks and hip custard topped knees overflowing chair lumber. A cocoa strut braced cream heels and strawberry soles exiting licorice jean collars. Tarsal velvet flaunted lime toe caps among frosty tile marble like espresso and milk. Lloyd skimmed cheddar head silk draping Hailey's slender neck from a hall doorway. He sifted hair mud with eye coals above dimpled cheeks frosted with chocolate chops. Folded wrist caramel topped lime and dairy chest streaks under Lloyd's kiwi collar. Indigo denim lashed leg gristle and dangled untied laces knitting his sneaker pitch. "Hai-ley?" Lloyd somberly probed. "I'm worried this 'Wednesday situation' is becoming quite serious." Lloyd's carrot haired visitor nuzzled cherry shoulder fleece and scanned his eye tar. "Lllloyd--" Hailey groaned before mashing grim lip radishes under optic dowel brass. "I *thought* I told you to give her some space." The tender vixen admired one foot coal and mustard checks crumpling Lloyd's mattress. Hailey pictured linen soot cradling Lloyd's stout trunk above his king size mattress. She imagined familiar blanket plaid bundling her thigh mousse on top of Lloyd's hips. The fuzzy dame envisioned her lumbar and bicep oatmeal sprouting from cover crumples. She perceived Lloyd's masculine fingers tilling her hip butter and tuchus gelatin. "What if she rats on us??" Lloyd quibbled, jarring a chuckle from his spicy mistress. "She's not gonna *rat* on us, Lloyd," Hailey refuted. The giddy gal scanned hair soot curling skull knitted, beanie coal above Lloyd's bed. Raven clothing and kicks cloaked the poster skateboarder's vinyl printed extremities. Hyphen crossed digit vinyl like lemon framed cherries spelled "YKC" across his chest. The madcap sailed deck screws and wheel cream above rosy rails parting cement steps. "Wellll-- I don't *think* she'll rat on us." Hailey relished egg yokes traveling malt liquor, glass cleaner among silver bolsters. "You don't *think* she'll rat on us??" Lloyd grieved. "It's her word against *ours*," Hailey schemed while seeing rubies slosh lamp tarmac. Lime juice billiard balls crashed between emerald fixtures housing cozy pickle juice. "Wednesday might know what we *did* this weekend. But, I don't think she can PROVE anything." Hailey and Lloyd scanned book shelf tar and tile checks swirled with copper and zinc. "I guess that's truuue, huh?" Lloyd croaked. Hailey skimmed ivory creases among worn paper soot clinging hard cover binding. Twin pomegranate marks framed buttermilk characters spelling "Nihilist Recipes". Slate burlap bordered a nearby spine that was chrome stamped "Beauty of Electronics". "And" separated author last names etched with gold preceding the manual's title. "Wednesday *hates* what we did to those fuckers," Hailey ominously rambled. "She doesn't gehhht--" The dizzy dame sifted jelly bean canisters poking out of plastic waffle custard. Cherry sprinkle bulbs plus rose, daisy, and bluebonnet wire framed a silicone wafer. Hailey knew the tiny fobs were called "capacitors", but the plate's name escaped her. "What are you saying, Hailey?" Lloyd curiously pried. "She's not getting-- what??" Hailey sought cornea tar drops cowering between Lloyd's chocolate forehead swirls. The cantaloupe stranded damsel's espresso mopped host had some hidden talents. "I-- brought up Gwen, again," Hailey fumbled past distracted lip radishes. "In class, a while ago?" Lloyd implored using crumpled walnut cheeks. "I thiiink--" The flustered hen examined intellectual references lining Lloyd's reading cabinet. "I mean, I told Wednesdayyy--" Lloyd stepped beside Hailey's chair and searched her vacant precipice limestone. Hailey detected Lloyd soothing wine bicep fleece while skimming angular optic prisms. "*I* theeenk--" Lloyd nervously cooed. "I-- think you're trying to see too far into the future." Hailey ogled Lloyd's eye pitch before pivoting kiwi talons and grazing lime ab grips. She relished air chilling palm sweat under mango claws and lapped raspberry trumpets. Lloyd scoured antsy emeralds, then tipped chin limestone and devoured cherry lip wax. The wiry colt plowed ginger locks while Hailey wadded rosy lids and clawed arm steel. Lloyd endured alien heart pumps, then adored cherry yarn jugs expelling steamy huffs. He deposited heel velvet, knee charcoal, and scapula wine along his pillowy mattress. He admired Hailey skimming icy sheet slate before muffling a groan with keen lip ham. He observed her sharing excited bellows and tilling wool mustard with neon talons. "Lloyd-- w-what??" Hailey demanded. The cool buck sifted eye kiwis under Hailey's specs, then split her copper lap teeth. "AAaa--!" the ginger doe grunted while Lloyd peeled jean soot binding curvy leg pine. Lloyd clawed cardinal lace framing dove panty elastic and belted gratified exhaust. "I've been waiting to do that all day." Hailey aired a chuckle while Lloyd skidded lower wall, oak slats with her britches. The zealous stud wadded daisy quilt checks by dragging linen tar with thigh mousse. He braced jaw birch and sipped oral claret while his feral mistress plowed scalp mud. Hailey scoured Lloyd's lime and cream chest stripes, then picked plastic sutures. She grazed peck felt and nicked areola ham, causing Lloyd to snatch her lanky wrists. "AA!" the jolted countess yelped across pomegranate wax. Lloyd hoisted arm cabbage and graced jumpy aorta limestone with indulgent suctions. Hailey skimmed forehead coffee, then bucked scalp mango while Lloyd plowed her jugs. "AHH, fuhhhck--" the spicy doe aspirated before peeling wine pickets topping her abs. Hailey popped cherry lace sealing cream bosom baskets above her limestone navel pit. She relished Lloyd stripping ivory bicep hoists, then stared and vented a tense huff. "Umm, Lloyyyd??" Hailey shyly sang, prompting a vacuous gaze. Lloyd yanked a staple grip under shiny oak and paraded ozone foil with quartz digits. His nutmeg companion snatched packet points and popped "D" hoops securing his belt. She grazed cocoa coils among juniper denim and unwittingly freed Lloyd's pecker cap. "Whoop!" Hailey hooted while Lloyd snickered from palm velvet grazing dick salmon. The jolted hen seated rubber ween cream, then sank corn quilt wool with spine velvet. Lloyd kneaded giddy ab custard, then mounted thigh gelatin with sneakers and denim. He tore strawberry fringe lining pine mammary sacks and crimped doughy areola peas. He caused Hailey to arch her back and coo by nibbling pudding pops with course teeth. Lloyd bared cement socks while Hailey yanked hip grit hiding cherry and cream boxers. Hailey grated chestnut thigh sprouts and matted pubic felt under strawberry checks. She revealed Lloyd's corn dog wrap before sanding sheet cocoa with cherry foot soles. She grabbed his strong digits when he scooted cherry laced panty cream to her ankles. She sanded thigh satin with Lloyd's finger swirls and sifted her mango pubic tufts. She kneaded a gooey tablet under her genital vertex, then clawed feral cheek birch. "What-- am I feeling, exactly?" Lloyd curiously croaked. "mmMy clit-or-is--" Hailey hissed. "ohhh--" Lloyd tenderly regarded. "M-Move your fingers like that," Hailey instructed while sanding her ratchet. Lloyd fondled Hailey's genital ridge and watched her drill frosty mattress linen. "aaaAAA! yyesssss--" Lloyd observed Hailey expel a lustful squawk, then erect ravenous cheek limestone. "Lloyyyd-- are you gonna FUCK me, or what??" the eager dutchess vocalized. "Shee-uhht," Lloyd aired before yanking Hailey's hip grips and grazing her coin slot. "You fuckin'-- kidding me, or what??" Lloyd sank his weenie and savored Hailey impacting his pelvis while buffing her clit. The rabid hen burrowed Lloyd's mattress with scalp ginger and flooded her tuna canal. "HAAaaa--!" the cardamom vixen unloaded with electric respiratory sacks. Lloyd detected a quiver before capsizing eye coals and expelling aggressive breaths. Hailey collected muscular digits clawing her hip pudding, then sank cherry eye flaps. "It's a-- bread board!" the victorious dame breathlessly shared. Lloyd uncovered cornea tar dots and formed a curious smile with affectionate lips. "You mean-- by the magma lights?" the tender colt clarified. Hailey grinned like an idiot and rocked her velvet facial pine up and down. "Ahh, yeahhh--" Lloyd reminisced. "Yeah, that's a-- it's called a 'clock module'. It produces a-- repeating signal that triggers a logic device." Lloyd downed euphoric digestive juices and circulated frosty bedroom gasses. "Me and my brother Sal built that." "That is sooo cool!" Hailey belted past beaming speech compote. Lloyd expelled radiant chuckles using long lips and oscillated his bewildered cheeks. "Th-That's what you're *thinking* about??" Lloyd fumbled from grinning face amber. "That's hilarious! Oh my Gahhd, Hailey!!" Hailey clawed her raspberry stained vision flaps with tangerine nail caps. "I'm a dorrrk--" Hailey groaned between bashful lip arcs. "*I* know." Lloyd tamped elated speaking frames and cradled his ginger companion's cheek pine. "Ah hell, *I* built it," the judicious esquire conceded. Lloyd shifted his pelvis and pried a sharp breath from Hailey by freeing his pecker. "aAAAaaa!" the jarred ginger protested. Lloyd parked his neoprene shrouded pussy stuffer and bared apologetic jaw chiclets. "ssSorry--" Hailey's mattress companion nervously hissed. Lloyd arranged scapula suede and skidded knees among quilt checks near his cohort. He skimmed mango strands and cradled Hailey's bicep silk while she bedded peck steak. Hailey sifted pupil tar beside her optic crystals, then siphoned Lloyd's long lips. "I *love* you Lloyd," Hailey beamed. "I love you TOO, Hailey," Lloyd cooed before kissing temple spice and nesting neck silk. Hailey graced cozy veal with custard jugs and thighs, then skimmed dozy optic glass. She savored lemon plaid Lloyd piled around and searched backs of rose petal eye caps. Hailey hoisted vacant cheek limestone and scoured crystal aids with emerald facets. "Did you hear that??" Lloyd conjured using suspicious face caramel. Hailey heaved vacuous bedroom gasses with cherry lips and swayed languid cheek pine. "N-Nooo--" Hailey aired across incoherent lip raspberries. Four rapid wall thumps focalized Hailey's viewing jade above her shoulder satin. "Is that-- someone knock-eeeng??" Hailey probed Lloyd's nodding cheek barbs, then grated cherry lids with mango talons. "I-- guess we fell a-sssleep--" Lloyd evacuated Hailey from his chest meat and searched above her nipple chickpeas. "Yeah, pretty *sure* I was sleeping," Lloyd fumbled between agitated speaking frames. "God damn it." Five desperate thumps vibrated bedroom sheet rock enamel and polished veneer slats. "Better be import-ant. 'cause-- I was sleeping pretty good. Ya know?" Lloyd excised lemon and coal blanket checks, then implanted walnut heels and calves. Static electricity sprang chocolate thigh hairs under Lloyd's stacked wrist gristle. Hailey skimmed rib planks displacing lumbar leather along Lloyd's walnut spine seam. She watched him snatch juniper jeans, then bundled jumpy hooters with quilt mustard. "Um, maybe I should throw something ahhn--" Hailey hummed across comforter plaid. "No-no-no-no-no-- HELL nahh," Lloyd expelled while packing wool sock ash. "How *dare* you say that to me." Hailey muffled playful snickers while Lloyd recovered lime and cream shirt stripes. Five impatient bangs unseated Lloyd's bourbon stained, front door recesses. The pissy stud swiped chain brass, then leveled a knob flat head and rugby dead bolt. He nested tile ozone with silver socks and steadied kiwi peck marks near an oak post. Arctic irises topped mascara cheek spritz above nostril bead claret and lip salmon. Spent eye flaps pasted cola bangs beside cherry soaked, right hand temple strands. Ruby lipstick smudged aching face ivory beside hot crimson overflowing a brow gash. Chin length scalp knots adhered strawberry neck syrup beside left end ear ridges. Trickles invaded a licorice hoisted chest hoop formed from heart spotted, silk pitch. Cream Valentine sutures bundled tender jugs above a love spotted stomach skirt. Berry compote wove right side bicep cream inhabiting raven fishnet, shoulder drapes. Raspberry squiggles screened plum wrist blemishes and powdered a meager elbow point. Tar tipped digits dangled blueberry back pack denim beside shin length jean soot. Cozy wine lacerated calf dairy and drenched shoe collars above leather instep wings. Slick toe spades and lanky heel extensions embedded Lloyd's stained oak porch slats. Lloyd endured ear drum hummingbirds and downed dry spit salting his rubbery throat. "Jesus Chrrrist, Wednesday," Lloyd croaked while book grit impacted foyer planks. "What-- the fuck HAPPENED?!" The somber vixen extruded strawberry scraped plantar milk from clodhopper licorice. She packed amber boards with scuffed nail tar and hoisted ankle curd above knee soot. She peeled a rubber heel shank and dropped designer bison tarmac among oak boards. "...wwheyz heyyys...?" Wednesday excavated from exhausted speech salmon. "wwWhat are you saying, Wednesday?" Lloyd hummed across affectionate face pleats. "I can't *hear* you." Wednesday expelled frigid gasses and dragged saliva glass down her chapped throat. "...where's-- hhHailey?" the frustrated vixen tore from shredded vocal ridges. Lloyd crumpled walnut ocular frames with delicate brow chocolate and tilted his face. "Ohh, Wednesdayyy--" the tortured maverick aspirated. The battered mistress excised terrified talon coals from Lloyd's encroaching digits. "Ah!" Wednesday yelped before steadying tarsal pitch and clawing blood soaked lips. She aspirated across velvet palms and trickled saline along her shivering knuckles. The grim dutchess braced Lloyd's peck and kidney limes with cheek and digit quartz. Lloyd constricted fishnet scapula screen and sanded sobbing, licorice noggin knots. "You're-- safe, Wednesday," Lloyd huffed past uneasy mouth seams. "Whatever happened-- you're safe, now." The dazed stallion perceived mascara stained tears soaking his cactus shirt streaks. "I am in PAYYYN--" Wednesday groaned from sorrowful speech salmon. "Come inside, Wednesday," Lloyd urged while soothing scalp spokes and spinal lattice. Hailey watched a copper grip unseat Lloyd's bedroom door scotch with dozy eye jade. She relished lemon cocoon plaid and searched long crystals under hazy visual flaps. "Who the-- fffuck is it?" the listless damsel blathered. Lloyd searched his girlfriend's rose petal ocular hoods and exhaled regretful gasses. "We got a problem," Lloyd grimly reported. Hailey's raspberry fleeced knuckle worms spun Lloyd's honey stained bathroom door. Vanilla sheet rock varnish topping baby blue tiles overlooked granite floor bricks. The tense damsel perched lime toe caps along ozone hall tiles under jean soot crops. She steadied carrot dome strips above cherry pickets framing neck and chest custard. She scoured sight glass with emerald ports and plowed jolted lip ham with neon claws. Copper coated faucet tubing served a porcelain sink transforming into a floor mast. Scuffed nail licorice and cherry scraped instep cream matted cyan rug fluffs, nearby. Custard calves flared denim coal strapped around tuchus pads taxing teal wall tiles. Grated biceps exiting sleeve nets became wrist dairy framing hip arabica, sand paper. Raven ab silk with dove heart spots flaunted Valentine sutures parting apple breasts. Strawberry syrup drizzled lanky neck buttermilk supporting a somber chin point. Vacant eye frost rode mascara soaked cheeks beside blood pasted lips and nasal beads. Somber brow soot surmounted battered eye sockets draped with matted scalp graphite. Hailey nestled strawberry foot pleats and grazed her friend's upper arm lacerations. "wwWednesday?" the raspberry fleeced red-head cautiously probed. Hailey's somber sidekick channeled upright vanity ceramic with vacuous cornea ozone. Hailey hoisted Wednesday's licorice digit caps and surveyed a cigarette shaped singe. Hailey capsized annoyed eye emeralds and spitefully pivoted her friend's dingy face. Wednesday folded muddy peeper flaps and used her eye nooks to skim Hailey's glasses. She crumpled disgusted nasal pudding and extruded saline from salmon cornea beebees. Hailey wound her friend's bicep webs with ruby arm yarn and nuzzled her temple soot. Lloyd folded walnut wrists over his lime peck streaks and siphoned thoughtful gasses. "I'll be back," Lloyd mindfully disclosed. Hailey swiveled Wednesday's cheek curd with mango claws while detecting Lloyd's exit. She mashed her friend's raven bangs with forehead limestone topping ocular emeralds. "You've been burning yourself with your cigarettes, again," Hailey assessed. "Is that-- because of what I said in class? About Gwen and Allie?" Wednesday skimmed Hailey's popcorn nasal tip, then flaunted pitiful pupil frost. "Tell me what happened, Wednesday." Hailey soothed temple tarmac, then sifted teal peepers with fearful cornea clovers. "wwWends-day-ay--?" Hailey's mournful comrade peeled stubborn oral salmon off of shivering incisors. "...i was-- rrraped..." Wednesday extruded from breathless lip noodles. "Ohh, Gahhhd--" Hailey retched with quaking cheek limestone. The grave ginger clawed lip ham and drizzled trembling knuckle pine with hot saline. "ffFuck, Wednesday-ay-ayy--" Hailey sprouted thoughtless, tangerine talons near pomegranate bosom fleece. "Wednesday, we've gotta get you to a hospital." Wednesday scanned her friend's eye jade and pared lip rubber gripping revolted teeth. "N-No," Wednesday spitefully responded. Hailey searched her friend's angry cornea teal and shuffled insistant digit embers. "Wednesday, they can do a rape kit--" "*You* go to a-- fucking hospital!" Wednesday belted past aching tonsils. Hailey stared at her fiery companion's pissy ocular ice and downed nervous spit. "wwWends-dayyy--" Hailey somberly groaned. "Did you go and have a-- rape kit done when Larry stuck his dick in *you*?!" Wednesday demanded. Hailey glared at her friend's hateful visual ozone and lapped disgusted mouth velvet. "nnNo," Hailey sarcastically recounted. "Did he-- drooool all over your tits? And-- And, stick it in your ass-crack?" Wednesday crumpled her antsy face custard and plowed stuffy gasses with finger coals. "Did he teeease you and make you-- cum for him three *fucking* times??" "He didn't give me a FUCKING CHANCE!" Hailey belted from irritated facial pleats. Wednesday glared at her friend and expelled a hateful hiss from languid lip salmon. "Well-- what-ever. *You* go-- talk to somebody and tell them what happened." The raven haired provocateur stacked her arm cream and drilled Hailey's eye emeralds. "And, thennn-- Then, you can tell *me* what--" "All-riiight--!" Hailey woefully interrupted. "My Gahhhd." The ginger haired conceder swatted a grim tear droplet smudging her optical glass. "Who-- did this to you?" Wednesday scoured frosty bathroom gasses with mortified eye teal and downed dry spit. "I don't *know* their names--!" the frantic hen fumbled from agitated vocal ridges. "Well, what *do* you know?" Hailey meticulously probed. "What did they-- look like?" "Wuhlll-- Travis Griffin's-- b-brother," Wednesday wrangled from rambling mouth frames. "He-- has a brother?" Hailey pried using somber precipice limestone. Hailey's troubled companion nested back scalp, coal spokes along her scapula hammock. "Yesss--" the reluctant vixen joylessly shared. Wednesday shuddered and detected hot saline flooding mascara crusted ocular flaps. "He didn't do this to mee-ee-ee--" Wednesday shuffled past bawling speech ham. The sullied princess crumpled tormented brow soot and tamped quivering lip velvet. "It was some-- other guyyys!" "Was there a fat guy?" Lloyd interjected. Lloyd's ginger haired mistress jumped and checked her pomegranate shoulder fleece. Lloyd flaunted his shaggy forehead chocolate using strawberry lattice, towel cream. "Spiked hair?" Wednesday searched for Lloyd's elusive eye coals and responded with a dreadful nod. Lloyd mashed blue raspberry rug yarn cradling Wednesday's cherry buffed instep cream. He guided her digit quartz, tar caps along frosty facets containing crystal liquid. "*Drink* this, Wednesday," Lloyd instructed. The rattled damsel rotated rainbow sparkles in front of her tear soaked ocular flaps. Hailey snatched nail licorice and greeted her friend's lip ham with glacier runoff. Lloyd swabbed eye liner staining Wednesday's cheeks with strawberry rag hatches. "Was there a-- skinny, blonde guy?" Wednesday downed icy aqua droplets and returned Lloyd's flask with a suspicious nod. "How do you *know* that?" the disheveled maiden demanded. Lloyd snagged Wednesday's cup and sifted mango threads dusting Hailey's cheek yogurt. "You didn't know Travis had a brother?" Lloyd probed. Hailey snatched Lloyd's plaid shammy and sanded Wednesday's eyelid mascara crumbs. "No, I didn't," the dour auburn aired before exposing optic plums framing iris frost. "Oh Gahhd, Wednesdayyy--" "LLLloyd, who-- raped me?" Wednesday demanded under aching cornea sapphires. "That would be-- Bernie Clark and Sammy Kern," Lloyd laid out. "You KNOW THEM??" Wednesday demanded while Hailey swiped her cheeks with cozy digits. "They were my brother's *friends*," Lloyd reflected. "Of course I've MET them, before. Yeahhh--" Hailey wound a leg asphalt pretzel and mashed a peeper gash with cherry linen weaves. "Did they use a condom, Wednesday?" Hailey mournfully probed. "Hailey, DON'T!!" Wednesday snapped. Hailey scoped her friend's savage facial shreds and checked her raspberry bicep yarn. "It's Gwen Fall," Hailey advised her vigilant boyfriend. Lloyd burrowed considerate forehead crumples with chocolate brow caterpillars. "Uhh--" Lloyd vacantly vocalized. Wednesday capsized her friend's rasberry trunk slats and pounded shoulder fishnets. "Are you-- fucking kidding me??" Wednesday belted from tortured lip salmon. "*This* again?!" Hailey uprooted herself by clawing slate bricks and paraded cherry deltoid fleece. "Well, how *else* could they find out?!" Hailey shouted back. "They just-- suddenly suspect us??" Hailey seared her livid companion's optical sea ice and shuffled molten finger caps. "Gwen was in our *class* when Detective Moore pulled me out. And, *she's* the bitch trying to break up me and Lloyd. Who else *could* it be??" Lloyd scanned oblong tile soot flooring his bathroom and sprang cerebral brow fluffs. "She's-- friends with Josh and them," Lloyd croaked. "It makes *sense*." Wednesday popped floor blocks with pissy knuckle grapes, then sucked ghastly fumes. "Aaa, Gahhhd--!" Wednesday snarled using mortified vocal streaks. The torn goth tilled aching finger joints and scoured her friends' morbid peepers. "You twooo-- are UN-believable." Wednesday fetched tar talons bedding rug teal and guided quaky foot pads to the hall. "Un-- be-LIEVABLE!!" The wounded witch navigated ceramic graphite and slammed sturdy foyer bourbon. Hailey scanned a claret floor silhouette resembling her friend's hip and hiny curves. She dabbed Wednesday's cozy carcass sap and paraded crimson glazed digit limestone. "What-- the fuck?" Lloyd fumbled between disgusted oral frames. "Jesus Ch-rist," Lloyd's frustrated mistress grumbled across naked pucker seams. Hailey yanked frosty door bronze and scooted peacock tiles with pissy toe kiwis. "wwWednesday!" Lloyd skimmed Wednesday's rosy ass puddle above lime bicep streaks on his way by. Erect, Courtney Pierce posters were paired along matte wall slate topping Gwen's bed. The left pop singer image graced ancient post cedar with cheek peach and hair gold. Eye coffee and flamingo lip gloss overlooked lanky throat satin sifting blonde fluff. Plastic nickels secured flamingo heather strips along Ms. Pierce's cantaloupe jugs. The diva's elbow fleece gripped hefty birch and crowded scalp cream with wrist amber. Her alter bicep braced bismuth and seaweed forearm beads before nesting pole digits. Sunken navel, waist sherbet embedded cutoff denim ozone gripping mango hip custard. Amber thighs combed cotton frays under pocket pouches underlining empty belt loops. Gwen's right hand poster depicted Ms. Pierce dancing in front of a white backdrop. Sloshed scalp rays framed buttermilk cheeks, chocolate eyes. and strawberry lip arcs. Bicep pine swung bracelet teal and strained cyan spaghetti straps with melon breasts. Turquoise shirt strings twirled crystal beads along Courtney's lean stomach custard. Blueberry jeans hugged the artist's hip mousse and formed sand paper calf bells. Gwen's quilt varied sloping cherry, bismuth, violet, peacock, aqua, and lemon hearts. Vanilla lamp ruffles simulated daylight across Gwen's left end, bed table oak. Digital waves and thumps rattled flamingo radio plastic parading a white kitty face. Courtney Pierce's vacant voice pretentiously apologized using narcissistic lyrics. "Whoops-- I fooled you again--" speaker polyurethane delectably recited. "I stomped on your pride-- just got in your way-- oh, baby, baby--" Gwen sprayed rainbow love fleece with hair coal and sealed eye gold with indigo lids. She displaced strawberry blush by separating lustful lip wine from tamped incisors. She plowed cupid yarn with sapphire claws and paraded nipple dots with baseball tits. Gwen's sunken navel, flank ivory topped masculine waist gristle with beach ball hips. Lumbar knots supported rickety biceps and lanky digits grasping Gwen's thigh gelatin. Gwen's calf putty flooded hiny mud flaps and tilled amber leg hair with ozone talons. Gwen penetrated pupil rust pervading crystal discs within silver optical dowels. She scoured nasal asparagus above long lips and sawdust sprouts dusting neck gristle. She followed rib rungs under areola pegs and eyed a cream hair trove above her labia. "Ah! Fuck!" Gwen squawked between disgusted bicuspids. "Cole-- Stop! It fuckin' hurts!" "ahhh--" Gwen's lanky companion graciously grunted. "haaaaa--" Cole polished Gwen's cozy thigh pudding and searched her cream soda, cornea facets. "Flip me over," Gwen snapped. "Try doggy style." Cole rocked obedient cheek points and yanked his gooey pecker out of Gwen's snatch. "aaaAAA!" the countess squealed. The bony bull folded Gwen's knee tomatoes and rolled her like a rotisserie chicken. Gwen packed plantar pleats with hiny gelatin, then scanned hissy scapula porcelain. "Cole, you id-i-ot!! Stop staring at my ass, and-- stick your little pecker in me! Now!!" Cole focused aberrated pupil ale before splitting Gwen's vulva with his mushroom cap. "AAAaaa--!" Gwen grated before Cole began popping tuchus quartz with crotch felt. "ahh-- ahh-- yeah--! yeah--!" Cole explored Gwen's ass velvet with lengthy digits, then gave it an adoring smack. "Ah! Cole!" The joyous maverick painted Gwen's keister custard with strawberry hand prints. "Motha FUCKER!!" Gwen blasted before scooting ivory shins onto banana heart fleece. Gwen searched cherry tail marks with blueberry talons while Cole aired elated clucks. "God-- damn it, Cole!" Gwen fumbled from pissy speech wine. "I said: we would only do this with you if you didn't act like a-- fuckin' freak! Jeez!" Allie embedded love striped fleece coal with kneecap cream and instep buttermilk. Allie's kick ball hips perched tomato tits and areola droplets above velvet heels. Mango dotted cream fingers supported bicep silk cradling the damsel's throat custard. Crow feather strands capped Allie's blue jay peepers and framed carnation cheek dust. Allie's erect nose hominy overlooked a cranberry lip teepee topping nervous chiclets. "Aww, fahhhck--" Cole affectionately croaked. "Allie's looking fuckin'-- good over there, yo." Allie shifted antsy tuchus gelatin above mango toe caps tilling Gwen's blanket yarn. She tamped fuchsia mouth points threatening to form a smile before Gwen noticed. Cole latched Allie's timid wrist putty and dragged her armpit satin across Cupid fur. The captured mistress suspended vacant iris opals cleaving startled lash charcoal. "aaaAA--!" Allie floundered past red cabbage mouth seams. Allie's stomach satin, half dollar crotch felt, and shin butter skimmed neon sprouts. Cole skidded Allie beside his hip point and coiled her pillowy waist with arm snakes. He graced her hiny mounds with pelvic turf and sanded her anal seam with pecker silk. Allie mashed heart fur with hazy wrists and probed Gwen's pupil honey with eye ozone. Gwen focalized Allie's bang soot and envied Cole extruding her porcelain butt meat. "Fuhhck, dude--" Cole croaked before smacking Allie's tuchus mousse with digit worms. "haa!" Allie yelped while presenting jolted lip cranberries above shoulder velvet. "Dammmn, you got a fuckin'-- sweet ass, Allie," Cole purred. The frisky scarecrow skimmed anus gristle with peepee ham and spiked Allie's labia. "aaAAA--!" Allie aspirated while skimming Gwen's fiery peepers. The giddy vixen relished Cole's cream tinted crotch patch hammering her butt custard. She clawed prismatic love fleece and huffed indulgent gasses across rosy mouth gloss. "I-I'm gonna cuhhhm--" Gwen scoured sloshing hair straw and digits clawing her bitch friend's hiny custard. "Aww fahhck, yo--" Cole cooed. "I'm 'bout to blow a load, toooo--" Gwen ogled Allie's cheeks before exiting a heel hammock and popping her nasal hominy. "AAAAAA!!" Allie expelled among neon scent claws before embedding lemon heart fleece. "You FUCKIN' SLUT!!" Gwen fired before plowing hair tar and conking Allie's eye hoop. "AAA-haaaaa--!" Allie bawled past tormented fuchsia balm. Cole wrung magnified vision caps and humped Allie's limp biscuits with thigh sprouts. "aaaAAA-- aaAAAA!" Cole rolled oversized peeper whites like a shark and strained ejaculating oral seals. "aaaahh-- aaaaaahhhh--" Gwen battered her pale cohort's gumball cheek concrete with velvet knuckle pebbles. "G-wennn!" Allie shrilled. "Staa-ahhhhhp!!" Cole evacuated his slimy pecker, then backpedaled grim face points and ocular images. "Ahhh--! The fuck, yo??" Cole objected. Cole braced ankle gristle with butt flaps and watched Allie implant heart sprouts. "You're fuckin' DISGUSTING, Cole!" Gwen belched before snagging oat arch, shoe pitch. Gwen dispatched maniacal arm custard and cracked Cole's nose with peep toe leather. "OOfgfghh--!" Cole muffled while crimping olfactory cartilidge. Gwen cradled hiny gelatin with coconut heel velvet and beat fiery thigh porcelain. "Get the-- fuck outta here, freak!" the agitated princess ordered. Cole mashed shirt clover and juniper denim nesting carpet tar with lengthy toe pine. He bundled nose syrup with olive trunk pleats and his meat stick with indigo jeans. He scooted licorice floor yarn with walking taffy and slammed Gwen's bedroom door. Allie smeared cheek gouda with lip claret and clawed bicep velvet with neon talons. "Jesus, G-wen!" Allie retched. "What the HELL?? I thought you *wanted* me to fuck him!" "*You* wanted to fffuck him!!" Gwen huffed. "You were-- liking that shit!" Allie plowed feral chest tomatoes and severed face custard coated with cherry syrup. "I was having a good TIME! YEAAAH!!" Allie belted. "It felt GOO-UHHD!!" Gwen fetched juniper nails from thigh yogurt and stacked Allie's spindly vocal discs. Allie stripped horrified, blue raspberry peepers and extruded dainty tongue salmon. "...you're miiine, you worthless bitch..." the icy queen vented past cruel chiclets. "...i fuckin' own you..." Allie shredded Gwen's lanky wrist parmesan with mango nails and gulped uvula gristle. A saxophone digit grip unlatched the sadistic hen's graphite enameled bedroom door. "Stupid fuckin' skank!" Gwen shouted at Allie's terrified precipice crystal. "Are you-- feeling light headed, YET?!!" Gwen's sinking hall port redirected her eye embers to a shady panel across the room. Gwen settled wiry cheeks, then registered Allie tossing her cherry drizzled fingers. Allie cuddled her chest and throat and swirled bloody mandibles above her shoulder. She gulped dreadful den gasses and greeted Josh Griffin with terrified cornea ozone. Scotch head poofs departed Josh's scalp patch above eye tar riding amber face barbs. The grim skater's lanky throat topped baggy t-shirt wine overflowing his tan elbows. Indigo jeans departed Josh's pomegranate shroud and piled on top of sneaker asphalt. Ivy's bony face chalk embedded blueberry scalp silk beside her scrawny boyfriend. Plum hair began near orange cradled eye limes, cherry lips, and a chrome nose hoop. Choker spokes headed crystal sleeve soot casing arm chalk below radish noggin drapes. Tube top pitch embedding hoop neck, chest nylon bundled Ivy's apple shaped breasts. Crescent, moon silver lashed raven denim with leather tar above her hip cellulite. Bison asphalt, boot points exited crow feather jeans packing Ivy's slender calf arcs. Sammy's flamingo face gristle and golden scalp spokes topped Josh's right shoulder. A fake smirk pierced Sammy's cheek bismuth under his ominous, bourbon ocular drops. Ivory shirt silk rolled his lanky neck and elbows above pine, lower limb sand paper. Quartz and graphite checkers adorned sneaker canvas encasing Sammy's mischevous feet. Bernie's charcoal scalp spikes scaled robin egg eyes and a chin softball next to Ivy. Dual pearls strapped Bernie's ocean and ivory shirt stripes arcoss his trunk gelatin. The chunky hipster's khaki limestone crowded rosy shoe canvas with rubber toe pearls. Gwen braced billiard tits and slender ab silk along folded leg quartz and melon hips. She pointed ruby blush and pissy eye embers crowding keratin soot at grim visitors. "What the fuck do *you* want?" Gwen snapped. The joyless hostess reached above an end table and reduced her kitty radio's volume. Allie nestled thigh quartz and sloshed winded chest apples while scouring cola bangs. Josh skimmed Allie's cherry face drizzle and glared at Gwen's fierce cornea honey. "What the fuck do you-- think I want?" Josh fumbled across his chrome tongue beebee. Sammy probed Gwen's ivory tits and Allie's plush body curves with piercing pupil ale. "Some fine ass-- naked ladies up in here, hossss." Bernie expelled taunting cackles and popped pudgy palm meat in front of stomach fat. Gwen drilled Josh's pitch pupil facets and lapped red wine beeswax coating her lips. "Did you-- worthless fuckers find them or not?" Gwen demanded using pissy cheeks. Josh stacked t-shirt cabbage with wrist caramel and grated his lip with tongue steel. "P-retty sure we found *one* of themmm--" Josh vacantly hummed. The sarcastic troublemaker swiveled his vacuous face in Sammy's general direction. "Which one *was* it, Sammy? I forget." Josh's irritating accomplice extruded clown horn laughter from feisty air sacks. "Aww, shi-uhht--" Sammy recklessly recalled. "Now, let me seeee here. Pretty sure it was Wanda-- Wait *Wednesday*, right?" Sammy crumpled pupil bourbon with uncertain ocular flaps and tapped lengthy lips. "Or, was it Haileyyy--?" the reflective terrorist mindlessly croaked. "I'm pretty sure it was one of 'em, yo." Bernie belted sadistic cackles from precipice dough supporting licorice hair spokes. "Oh, my fucking Gahhhd!" Gwen intolerantly belched. "Which one *was* it, you dick-heads! Did you-- find them or not??" "Haa! Haa! Haa! Haaa!" Sammy ruthlessly honked. "Ah, shee-utt--" Bernie teasingly paraded. "I mean-- pretty sure it was some *dark* haired chick, yo." "Ah, yeahhh--" Sammy agreed using sly lip arcs. "*That's* right. With like-- blue eyes 'n shit?" "Fuckin' hawwt piece uh ass, Sammy," Bernie tactlessly recalled. "Niiice piece uh ass, muh man," Sammy agreed. "Damn good pussy, too." Sammy bonked Bernie's inexpectant knuckles and awaited him to return the favor. "Dahhmn good pussy. Best pussy I had in a long time, yo." "Fuckin' greaaat pussy, hoss," Bernie adoringly conceded. "Fuckin' *clean* pussy 'n shit. Reeeal nice." "Virrrgin pussy--" Sammy proudly broadcasted. "Ah, shiiit--" Bernie purred. "You think she was a *virgin*, Sammy-Sams?" Bernie probed upper eye flaps with robin egg irises and stroked his chin pudding. "I mean-- you know, may-bee--" Gwen scrutinized Bernie's precipice lard and Sammy's vision gold with hazel peepers. "I'm guessing you idiots picked up Wednesday by Linda Park," Gwen impatiently chimed. "Like we-- fuckin' told you to do. But, what about *Hailey*?" "Is that the *red-head*?" Bernie demanded. "I was really hoping for a red-head, yo. You girls prahh-missed me a red-head, you know?" Sammy extruded narcissistic circus toots from ecstatic rib cavities and face pleats. "You guys-- raped her?" Allie grimly probed. Allie sifted Bernie and Sammy's cackling faces, then flapped copper sight protectors. "Hey thanks so much, yo," Bernie extruded from blubbery lip curves. "Tohhh-tally," Sammy guiltlessly taunted. "That was some gooood pussy, yo. Thanks." Allie scoured her friend's twisted eye embers and aimed frantic pupil ozone at Josh. "Why-- did you guys *do* that??" Allie retched. "You weren't supposed to do *that*! Whyyy?!" Sammy expelled breathless, high pitched chuckles and struggled to contain himself. "Wudda *you* care?" Josh inquired using foreboding digestive seams. "What do I-- carrre?!" Allie challenged. "Did Hailey and Wednesday really-- do all those things??" Josh focused ocular tar on blue raspberry irises searing Allie's crow feather bangs. "Did they do-- WHAT, exactly?" the skeptical skater reflected. Allie drained claret soaked cheek quartz and faced Gwen's vindictive visual scotch. "...you're fuckin' ssstupid, allie..." Gwen gushed between scournful bicuspids. Ivy turned sucrose cheeks embedding snow cone hair and lapped satisfied lip cherries. "Tohhld you, baby," the lanky goth girl arrogantly croaked. Gwen snatched Allie's wrist custard and impaled her pillowy abs with knuckle knots. Josh's barbaric comrades giggled while Allie's elbow and hip popped carpeted cement. Josh savored Allie's noggin sloshing scalp slate, then checked Sammy's grinning face. "Do your thing, Sammy," the two-faced intruder instructed. Sammy ditched plastic smile remnants and pursued Gwen's lemon tits and nipple drops. Josh acknowledged Bernie's robin egg irises and nodded towards Allie's floor space. "Ber-nieee--" Josh summoned. "Take care of-- dumb-shit over there." Gwen wadded rainbow heart fleece framing her hip velvet and abided Sammy's arrival. She excised her tiny hiny from porcelain heels and glared at his scotch pupil facets. "What the-- fuck are you looking at, ssSammy?!" Gwen hissed. Josh's loopy cohort collected Gwen's throat velvet with cotton candy nightcrawlers. "Now, Gwehhhn--" Sammy hummed using noxious vocal ridges. "*You* know you want this-- dick." Sammy tilled Gwen's neck custard and deposited her lip wine along his lengthy mouth. "MMmmm--!" Gwen mourned across Sammy's slobbery oral ham. The grim gal clawed Sammy's shirt ivory with indigo nails and wrung his areola peas. "aAAGHhh!" Sammy gargled using agitated trachea streaks. The violent exhibitionist shoved Gwen's windpipe satin towards the end of her bed. Allie noticed Bernie's eye ozone and coiled private meat fixtures with bashful limbs. "B-Bernieee!!" Allie fumbled past desperate lip cranberries. "Are we-- seriously gonna sit through this, again?" Josh petitioned his icy mistress. "T-wice in one day?" Ivy glumly responded. The morbid damsel rocked shoulder chalk imbuing crystal nylon, bicep charcoal. "He's *your* brother, Josh." Bernie cradled Allie's feral chest and tuchus along his sapphire streaked man tits. "Got a bleeder, Sammyyy!" the chunky jokester paraded. Bernie launched Allie's meager appendages along Sammy's eager wrists across the room. "AAA!" Allie shrilled. Sammy scoured hemoglobin soup smearing Allie's porcelain cheeks with bourbon peepers. "Hi, Al-lieee--" Sammy hurled past lengthy salivary meat escaping his savage lips. The wiry vixen shimmied mortified body ceramic embedding Sammy's lanky trunk gristle. "You know I'm a vampire, riiight?" Sammy suctioned Allie's chin compote and sanded her cheek claret with tongue slime. "Sammy, you sick fahhhck!" Allie shrieked. Gwen supported her biceps and knees with blueberry tipped catching and walking mats. Bernie snatched Gwen's ankle silk and dragged her hiny and scapulas across love yarn. "Bernie, you-- fat bastard!" Gwen snapped. "Let-- go of me!" Josh knotted Gwen's raven locks and flaunted culinary bone grips beside her temple. He extracted a sharp breath from Gwen's angry lip wine by mashing a blade release. "jjJosh!" the antsy princess squeezed out of uncertain chompers. "How's your memory, G-wen?" Josh hooted past insistant mouth frames. Josh poked Gwen's throat satin and observed Bernie burying her heels in blanket fur. "rrRAAA!!" Gwen snarled using ferocious cheek porcelain supporting antsy eye embers. "Everybody in *school* knows Hailey Holloway and Wednesday Williams killed your brother, Josh! EV-RY-BO-DY!!" Josh scoured Allie's ivory bicep and hip cellulite near Sammy's side of the bed. "Your little-- fuck buddy over there's not so sure," Josh challenged. "God *damn* you Allie!!" the feral maiden hatefully shrieked. Gwen sealed pupil honey with blueberry lids and tore cherry lips hiding tamped teeth. "TELL them!" Allie shuffled flustered digits beyond salmon areola drops topping her onion tits. "I don't-- knowww anytheeeng!" Allie bawled from blood soaked mouth pleats. "Al-lieee!" Gwen languished. Josh forged a gratified smirk and pointed his knife between Gwen's nervous breasts. "Did my boys just-- totally fuck that bitch's brains out for nothing, or what?" Bernie secured Gwen's wiry ankle butter with sausage digits and probed his brow coal. "Well-- I wouldn't say for *nothing*," Bernie cunningly croaked. Sammy stalked ocean facets inhabiting Allie's bronze coated ocular flaps and winked. Allie nuzzled cowering throat custard with velvet shoulder porcelain and shied away. "You mean, like-- there was a *reason* we waited around after school for that fiiine piece uh ass??" Sammy grated. Josh split his pointed precipice with twisted cackles and sloshed Gwen's raven locks. "Jahhhsh--" Gwen insufferably squealed. "You've got-ta be-lieeeve me!" "Uhh, I just asked Wednesday myself," Josh reflected. "And-- I *don't* believe you." "aaEHH!" the impatient vixen screeched between gritted teeth. "And-- looks like mah boyyys just *raped* that poor girl," Josh grimly appended. "For nothing." "Who-- the hell told them to do *that*?!" Gwen fired from cheek quartz dividing fiery fists. Josh braced rabid incisors and lunged at Allie's antsy chest butter with sharp steel. "rrRRR!" the scotch sprouted skater viciously snarled. "You didn't even-- finish her, did you?" Gwen snarked. Josh glared at Gwen's corneal honey drops and released her licorice scalp strands. Ivy creased cheek cream and unseated Gwen's door with a cherry smirk and cola talons. Ivy's lanky escort skimmed his bicep wine and flaunted a chrome plated switch blade. "You ask for my help-- And then, you question my methods," Josh fumbled from earnest lips. Gwen fished grateful foot pleats out of Bernie's digit sausage and faced the hallway. "J-Joshhh--" Gwen ominously hissed. "Hailey Holloway-- is a little Einstein bitch. And, if Wednesday tells her what you guys dihhhd--" Josh followed his goth angel and summoned Bernie and Sammy using amber scalp fluffs. "JAWWSH!!" Bernie kissed carpal bratwursts and acknowleded the girls' porcelain body curves. "LLLater, girrrls--" Bernie sadistically croaked. Allie sank shoulder and hip custard along heart fleece and scoured licorice bangs. Sammy pierced Allie's ozone eyes and flapped cruel mouth meat between lanky lip arcs. "Haa! Haa! Haaa!!" Sammy atrociously honked. Allie cuddled her startled neck when Sammy slammed the door and lapped dried blood. Gwen strapped Allie's trachea cream with rolled linen coal spanning her digit quartz. "...aaaack-- eaaack..." the jolted damsel fired from compressed aorta ridges. Gwen braced her friend's scapula satin with apple tits and straddled her hip gelatin. "...ssstupid fucking-- cunt..." Gwen gushed between hysterical incisors. Allie sank copper eye flaps and extended ghastly mouth meat from claret soaked lips. "...g-gwehhh--..." Allie squeezed past collapsed vocal cords. Allie clawed twisted sheet coal with neon talons and endured brutal throat thrashes. "Shut-UHHP, you fuckin' slut!" Gwen fired from frantic mouth pearls. Gwen noticed her wimpy companion's fingers go limp while Allie watched the room spin. She glared at Allie's pitiful scalp slate and released her bed sheet collar graphite. Allie embedded eggplant love fluff with gracious cheeks and expelled grave rib gusts. Gwen crushed carpet asphalt with malevolent plantar pads and blueberry digit caps. She framed baseball breasts with pissy biceps and stomped to the end of her mattress. "You're not even worth *killing*, you-- dumb bitch." Gwen's jarring foyer port aroused Allie's chest bellows and extruded fearful chatter. The shaken hen expelled mournful sobs and spotted mandible blood with saline beebees. Amber vinyl and indigo hem suede formed size six flats framing Hailey's instep pine. Wine and coal speckled four foot tile beige bracing acorn mats and sapphire toe bows. Calf birch topping Hailey's ankle knobs invaded pencil skirt marks bundling her hips. Navy blue turtleneck fleece overflowed almond belt leather and sprouted mango talons. Temple flames seared facial limestone housing carnation lip gloss and eye emeralds. Rose dusted cheeks supported correction eraser optical glass connecting brass dowels. Tomato deltoid canvas hoisted Hailey's book bag along her blueberry lumbar slats. Ivory kneecaps departed leather boot soot forming Wednesday's three inch heel spikes. Wednesday's thigh curves expanded denim skirt coal split between her rear leg hinges. Crow feathers lining Wednesday's pitch sweater lace paved her abs, wrists, and waist. Nylon knots clouded cherry gashes and plum finger imprints staining her arm custard. Tank top licorice outlined her clavicle buttermilk and bundled her stomach gelatin. Wednesday hid a cigarette wrist scab from her friends by nestling it along her skirt. She flaunted nail tar using porcelain finger segments escaping ulna vulture quills. Hazy eyelid copper and lip rubies overlooked Wednesday's blueberry back pack straps. Eye frost glazed birch face putty among tarmac brow flows and cherry blush dusters. Laces wound slate suede and chalk stick tridents under Lloyd's bat wing denim pleats. Lloyd's arm amber stacked coal and ash t-shirt stripes binding his ab and peck steak. His ominous pupil tar sifted scalp coffee overflowing his forehead, ears, and nose. His smirking lip salmon divided chocolate sideburn sprouts framing his cheek arcs. Lengthy vents set off six foot locker doors coated with margarita paint, nearby. Triple digit graphite tagged steel plates above zinc levers with combination locks. Hailey grazed door frost with neon nails and lemon corner bricks with curious cheeks. Lloyd skimmed Hailey's spinal fleece and back pack silk, then nuzzled her blush wine. The diligent couple scanned hair cocoa and claret eyelids with coal and jade peepers. Wednesday prodded her friends' peach and pitch neck curtains with vacant ocular ice. She continuously probed anger artifacts, then instinctively wiped her working memory. Students leaving first period divided the group and a class hatch facing the lockers. Hair slate seeking Mr. Tinney's rear scalp misted steel woven glass topping his door. Crystal squares topped facial pleats framing the mousy instructor's pupil walnuts. Vanilla icing hatched blueberry silk spanning his arms and packing khaki chardonnay. Mr. Tinney parked angular shoe ale and greeted passing pupils with a passive smile. Gwen scanned her raven hair hood with eye scotch scaling nose hominy and lip roses. Broad collar points and meager sleeve flaps framed Gwen's lanky neck buttermilk. Gem soot fastened upright pitch parting her cherry and diamond dotted shirt ivory. Horizontal strawberry ripples gripping Gwen's knees corraled her spotty blouse satin. Pie crimp hems draped Gwen's creamy calf arcs with chiclet lace and cherry sash bows. Felt straps and buckle chrome fastened down and suede soot under Gwen's ankle ivory. Licorice suspended her back pack briefcase soot and pen pouch, penny curd polka dots. Crow quill bangs topped Allie's grim eye ozone and temple tar eclipsing her deltoids. Uneasy lip claret overlooked flamingo stewardess silk wound across her neck quartz. Clavicle custard parted linen teal suturing her chest and spanning her arm noodles. Pearl bulbs cradled tulip petals and lime peel ivy coiling her seawater blouse. Skirt pitch gripped her flanks and knee apples scaling leather cola, instep frames. Twine cocoa connected toe borders of dairy sutured footwear with their arch linings. Bubble gum shoulder burlap dangled Allie's greeting card, book bag storage flaps. Charcoal lined her case's robin egg, silver, mango, and neon striped butterfly wings. Gwen's pupil gold eyed Mr. Tinney wadding pecan ocular frames and sharing a warm nod. The agitated dame arched sarcastic lip cherries and bobbed her pretentious precipice. "...gay motha fucker..." Gwen sadistically paraded for Allie's blue jay irises. Hailey scanned Gwen's pupil scotch and cherry gloss coating her disgusted mouth rims. "Therrre's the bitch," Hailey triumphantly hooted. Lloyd watched Gwen scuff beige tiles with boot coal, then signal Allie's cheek cream. The irritated pixie extruded her agitated tongue grit and pointed down her throat. "*I* think we should go over therrre--" Lloyd playfully hummed. "And STOMP on her little-- bony face." Hailey flaunted an approving smirk for her shaggy boyfriend's sly speaking arcs. "Just-- Just a little, though," Lloyd appended with a casual shrug. Allie implanted somber ballet tar, causing Gwen to flash her friend a hideous scowl. "Look at her-- stupid, little face," Hailey snarked, causing Lloyd to snicker. "I'd like to stab her-- right-- in the fucking eyes." Lloyd nestled Hailey's sinister temple flames and soothed her charcoal hip stripes. Wednesday mustered enough anger to peel pissy lip wine and expose languid pupil teal. "Can't be-believe you two," Wednesday wrangled out of distressed speech rubies. Hailey skimmed her ocean deltoid facets while Lloyd ogled ash and soot bicep streaks. "Wednesday, I told you yesterday," Hailey sternly reiterated. "I'm not gonna put up--" Hailey's slate mopped cohort burrowed scapula fishnet and capsized hateful optic ice. "You DON'T--" Wednesday gushed between agitated mouth chiclets. "D-Don't evennn--" "I'm not gonna put uhhhp--" Hailey fired under crumpled brow cheddar. "With her shit, Wednesday!" Wednesday nuzzled clavicle crow plumes and formed a consonant with sullen lip rubies. "You don't even kn-know--" the disgusted vixen extruded from tortured vocal ridges. "If she told *Josh* about us!" "P-retty sure she *did*, Wednesday," Hailey expelled under cherry framed eye limes. "But, even--" Hailey appended while her friend rolled pissy pupil frost and sighed. "But, evehhhn-- if she did-n't--!" Hailey snapped. "Are you even-- l-listening to me?!" Wednesday juggled while tilling antsy palm silk. Allie clawed Gwen's nail opals with digit embers while probing her ocular scotch. Allie's antsy cohort ditched her knuckles along trampoline coal spanning her thighs. "The hell's *that* all about?" Lloyd curiously probed. Gwen parted her fearful companion's blue jay peepers with a blueberry finger cap. "What did I *tell* you, Allie??" Gwen hatefully snarked. "Huh?!" Allie split eyelid peaches with searing sight ozone and grated anxious wrist custard. "I was-- trying to hold your hand, G-wen," Allie vented using saucy speech claret. "I *told* you," Gwen joylessly snarked. "Maybe I--" The raven stranded wench scoured students, then scorched Allie's blue jay peepers. "...i might fuck you once in a while..." Gwen surreptitiously conceded. "...but, you are *not* my-- girlfriend..." Gwen's inarticulate sidekick presented her antsy cornea cinders with solemn cheeks. "I just-- felt like holding your hand," Allie vacantly responded. "Does that make us-- girlfriends? Is it a-- sex thing?" The ominous doe sank feral ocular amber and paraded festering, ocean pupil facets. "I can't hold your FUCKING HAND??" "Get the-- fuck away from me, SKANK!!" Gwen belched while pounding cherry hip pastry. Allie grilled Gwen's cheek quartz, then hauled dejected digit embers down the hall. Hailey scanned sight glass and sifted pupil tar beyond her boyfriend's forehead mud. "Get lost for a minute," the ginger diplomat mysteriously instructed. Hailey searched her blueberry shoulder fleece and collected Wednesday's talon coals. "You gonna be o--?" Hailey's friend tossed her fingers and pivoted boot tips carrying stacked wrist lace. "--kay?!" the carrot mopped schemer snapped. Lloyd observed his goth girl comrade sloshing book denim among dumpy scapula fishnet. "Hailey, can I-- do something?" Lloyd supportively probed. "To help Wednesday feel better, I mean??" Hailey studied Wednesday's stumbling heel spikes, then located Lloyd's pitch peepers. "She needs to heal," Hailey somberly advised. "She's still processing what happened." Lloyd's colorful mistress planted camel ballerina points and gobbled his speech ham. She siphoned eager oral seams with lip bismuth, then heralded her departing sidekick. "...now, get the fuck outta here for a minute..." Hailey discretely instructed. Lloyd probed jolted upper eyelids with pupil coal and spun crumbling sneaker soot. "Yes, dearrr--" the cocoa mopped maverick grimly conceded before following Wednesday. Hailey spied scapula rhombus dots and cherry beebees opposing Gwen's nasal pinchers. Allie roosted stair grit with coffee hide and big toe twine edging her instep cream. Ivory stitches gripped Achilles knobs under calf arcs invading thigh and stomach tar. Teal silk departed Allie's skirt and formed a clavicle slit parting her rib tomatoes. Vines among quartz tulip bowls spanned wrist and trunk linen bracing flamingo hoists. Scarf bubble gum knotted lanky trachea buttermilk supporting Allie's jaw custard. Arch sculpted forehead coal spanned cherry cornea blueberries dividing raven drapes. Allie's nose marble topped upper chiclet, lip claret among saline rinsing rosy blush. Allie clawed shivering face custard and dribbled neon talons with steaming mascara. Digit pine flaring Hailey's peacock sleeve seated door steel with a zinc grip tube. Apricot strands brushed poppy canvas sanding her sapphire turtleneck and apple tits. Hailey's nose pea split crystal aids and eye lime, cherry flaps above her chin cedar. Lip bismuth and ruby limestone dust headlined belt amber embedding Hailey's crop top. Calf pine under knee and stomach skirt streaks packed blueberry laced ballet caramel. Hailey skimmed cement sand paper and parked rubber scotch behind leather heel soot. She poised cookies and cream hiny streaks, then shoved Allie's ozone back pack wings. Allie became a flying sickle and popped the eighth stairwell ledge with toe rim soot. She grated cement with elbow ibuprofen and impacted canary wall tiles with her skull. Hailey dangled indigo arm chutes and gripped a butcher's knife escaping her sleeve. "eggcckk--!" Allie grated past tortured lip claret and tamped incisors. The grieving mistress tilled raven forehead silk with tangerine tipped cream fingers. Hailey braced floor ice with knee and instep pine, then straddled Allie's thigh cola. She wadded hair licorice and grazed Allie's throat custard with razor sharp chrome. "AHH! AHH!" Allie belched between downturned lip wine. The mortified damsel detected hair flames and cheek birch imaging a reflective razor. "...h-haileyyy?..." Allie wrangled from terrified mouth raspberries. The frigid ginger glided Allie's neck porcelain across the edge of her kitchen knife. "AAHHHH!" Allie disgustedly shrieked. "ssStop!" "...allie, allieee..." Hailey huffed beyond flamingo lips grazing Allie's ear ridges. "...if i hear you trying to guess my name again-- i'm gonna slice-- your fuckin' throat..." "...i-i-- i don't knowww-- wahhht happened!..." Allie extracted from pleated face pudding. "...they-they-- they weren't supposed to do those theeengs..." "...who?..." Hailey whispered below eye emeralds scanning curious optic crystals. "...they'll *kill* meee..." Gwen's edgy sidekick extruded from jiggling oral claret. Hailey examined strawberry milkshake scarf silk gripping Allie's slender throat. She evoked a sharp breath by yanking her steak saw, then drilled Allie's scalp slate. "...don't mooove..." the cautious red-head meticulously purred. Hailey evoked a wince by peeling an eggplant neck welt, then jabbed Allie's noggin. "Ah!" Hailey's licorice stranded counterpart grimly protested. "...allieee..." the mango haired schemer sternly whispered. "...what did I just tell youuu?..." Hailey skimmed Allie's throat mark with digit embers, then grazed her scalp asphalt. "...who did this to you?..." Hailey softly demanded. Allie extruded steaming saline from her strawberry eye beebees and shook with sobs. "...haaaaa..." Allie expelled between disgusted lip cherries. "...g-wehh-ehh-ehhn..." she uncontrollably bawled. Hailey watched her grieving captive claw feral eyelid peaches and cry into her palms. She released her scarf bubble gum and rested her hiny stripes between Allie's knees. "G-wen told-- Josh and them--" Allie hopelessly squeezed out. "That you killed Josh's brother." The terrified mistress peeled blue jay irises and shook sorrowful cheek porcelain. "And-- And, maybe you guys *did* kill him. I don't KNOW!!" Hailey observed Allie exhaling a grim huff and folded mournful, raspberry eye flaps. "And so, I told them that-- that we didn't know for sure." The carrot mopped siren noticed Allie's hips jiggling her cement grated knee custard. "And then, she-- choked the living *fuck* out of me." Hailey drilled skin pine parting her eyes with a butcher's grip and turned her head. "It's-- not even truuuue--" Allie sobbed using shriveled precipice buttermilk. Hailey braced her elbow ozone with knife dangling digit embers and cradled her cheek. "...*what's* not true?..." Hailey covertly indulged. "In-- In the hallway a while ago," Allie hopelessly blathered. "She-- She said--" "...'i'm not your girlfriend'..." Allie's carrot stranded visitor quietly repeated. "...*i* heard her..." Allie extruded agitated gasses between claret stained mouth seals and shook her head. "She said-- sometimes, she fucks me," Allie joylessly rehashed. The rabid vixen peeled ominous, blue raspberry peepers and searched pineapple tiles. "But, she fucking rapes me. I never wanted to have sex with her. I don't even *like* it." Hailey skimmed Allie's scalp coal with jolted emeralds embedding her optic crystals. "...allieee..." Hailey sorrowfully croaked. "...who-- raped wednesday?..." "B-Bernie and Sammy," Allie nervously disclosed. "J-Josh told them to do it, but--" The licorice feathered maiden risked glancing beside her printed shoulder blossoms. "But, Gwen started the whole thing. *She* told them not to hurt Lloyd. That he-- That he didn't have anything to do with Travis disappearing." Hailey collected tender mango talons along Allie's temple and stroked her scalp cola. The grave vixen nestled Hailey's palm silk with cheek cream and sealed peach eyelids. "...listen to me, allieee..." Hailey purred while grazing Allie's slate noggin wire. "...don't look behind you..." The tangerine stranded mistress scanned Allie's shoulder tulips with somber eye jade. "...don't even turn around until you hear the door close. 'cause, if you see my face, and your friends find out..." "...just-- go..." Allie passed under frustrated chiclets parting her claret lip peak. "...i don't even wanna knowww..." Hailey uprooted gnurled instep and knee butter before breaching an upstairs hallway. She braced a frosty locker door while snuffing a dagger point with her sleeve fleece. She embedded cactus enamel with blueberry arm chutes, velvet palms, and mango claws. Back pack marinara extended apple tits hoisting indigo slats above leather waist ale. Calf birch departed teardrop hip marks and expanded ozone felt lining ballet bourbon. Hair flames seared limestone cheek points framing Hailey's nose pea and lip bismuth. Hailey mashed cornea limes with cherry eye flaps under correction eraser sight glass. She split lash bronze and sifted cork hosting neon pages among offset tile pineapple. "RAVE" titled lower, left sheet claret near lemon, pistachio, and bubble gum notices. The shady ginger guided ozone toe bows along coal and wine dotted, floor panel vomit. She scanned student handwriting and grazed circled pupil names with tangerine talons. "...josh..." Hailey quietly read. "...sammy-- ivy-- bernie..." The grim auburn panned devious eye emeralds and found that the event was that night. "Ms. Holloway?" inquisitive vocal ridges grated. Hailey whipped startled neck pine with mango locks and checked blueberry bicep yarn. Detective Moore's cheek pleats and glum pupil pitch eclipsed Hailey's spy crystals. Rust and silver shavings topped corneas and face pudding above pickle shoulder linen. Clover tie satin split kiwi shirt silk parting Moore's lengthy trench coat wrinkles. Porcelain scuffed shoe pitch supported the towering gumshoe's charcoal trouser cuffs. Hailey poised her kitchen knife arm behind her back and faced Moore's stacked wrists. "On your way to class?" Moore asked before heralding Hailey's nasal brass, lens dowel. "Don't you have Economics right about now?" "What are you, like-- checking up on me?" Hailey demanded under pissy brow cheddar. "Ohhh--" the apologetic investigator croaked while parading worn palm leather. "I asked some ladies in the front office to print me a copy of your school schedule, Ms. Holloway. They were kind enough to *do* that for me. I hope you don't mind." The cardamom doe sanded an unsharpened edge opposing her ten inch kitchen blade. "I have Economics with Mr. Graham," Hailey impatiently conceded. "Can I-- help you with something??" Detective Moore skimmed tile retch, then probed emeralds searing Hailey's optic ice. "Wellll-- I *was* wondering what you were doing way over here," Moore posed before pointing. "Pretty sure your Economics class is THAT way." Hailey sprang carrot ocular fluffs, then directed Moore's eye tar with forehead pine. The sly sleuth checked ivory fenced, label coal among door frost matching his coat. Teepee quartz topped a stick figure poising chalk stick feet above the word "Girls". "I had to peeee--" Hailey sarcastically disclosed while pointing with her rear scalp. "And, then I got distracted." Hailey scooted blueberry laced shoe caramel, revealing "RAVE" titled sheet crimson. "You know *I've* been to a rave, before," the curly haired inspector warmly shared. "Several, in fact." Hailey gripped steak steel with her middle and ring digits beside charcoal hip marks. "Uhhh--" Hailey vacuously croaked using carnation lip gloss. "Crime scenes. *You* know," Moore blathered while pointing out the poppy leaflet. "You're going to *that*??" Hailey scanned pastel fliers nearby and tilted her carnation lips with a smirk. "Ohhh--" the carrot mopped princess cunningly croaked. "*That's* why you're asking me that." Hailey hoisted blueberry knuckle fleece and tapped a tangerine card with mango claws. "I was reading *this*." Detective Moore examined "Glory High Chess Club" title soot headlining contest dates. "Ohh--" the pesky dick thoughtfully conceded. "Oh, of *course* that's what you were looking at." A triangle wave squelch followed by two brief boops vibrated peaceful hallway gasses. "I-- gotta go," Hailey fumbled from antsy face birch while signaling her next class. Detective Moore observed Hailey's departing back pack canvas and hip stripe curves. "Oh-- one quick question?" the bungling investigator artlessly interjected. "If you've got a minute??" The spicy hen paired instep honey and checked tote crimson while grating entree zinc. "Uhh-- I really DON'T," Hailey fumbled from sarcastic precipice limestone. "I'm already *late*, you know??" "Well, it's kind of a strange problehmmm--" the fickle sleuth wrangled past pleated cheeks. Hailey spun indigo toe bows beneath stacked wrist fleece and probed Moore's eye tar. "Do I-- need to know this??" the impatient ginger joylessly posed. Detective Moore collected thoughtful mouth hams along the edge of his face mayonaise. "nnNo--" the scatterbrained investigator haplessly purred. "I guess not." Hailey expelled pissy gasses and swiveled colorful features the opposite direction. "Your living room and your mother's S-U-V were soaked with gasoline, Ms. Holloway." The cinnamon doe poised flustered ballet caramel and peered above her shoulder ozone. "Why-- are you telling me this??" Hailey zealously prompted. "Did your mother own a gas can?" Detective Moore curiously pondered. "Why are you saying 'did'?" the analytical red-head demanded. Detective Moore sifted crystals screening Hailey's fiery optic emeralds and shrugged. "You should get to class, Ms. Holloway," the cryptic examiner warmly instructed. "I'm sorry I bothered you." Hailey surfed Moore's cheek creases, then hauled shaking head mango down the hallway. Digit lemons sank a lime switch penny before double bonking lavender piano plastic. They tripled a higher chord, then looped triangle waves by releasing button coolant. Neon knobs, sliders, and contacts spotted keyboard slate topping foldout table amber. Gumdrop dials and shot glass capacitors joined turntable boxes along a nearby layout. A vinyl record dining fork carried percussion bass to a polyurethane speaker funnel. After two cycles, highlighter fingers added cymbal crashes by tapping a mango disc. Egg and grin coal adorned a bucket carrot topping DJ t-shirt tar with plum graphics. Basketball hoop grills protected compact refrigerator woofers under mixing equipment. Clothes drawer roof boxes emitted pistachio laser sprouts and oscillating rainbows. Random fuchsia filaments accompanied tomato beams repeatedly forging a capital "S". Audio drivers and twin fluorescent tubes lined rusted tin tiling a warehouse ceiling. Sheet metal cases congested cracked floor cement with water vapor like morning fog. A young lady sloshed raven curtains bracing a lemon, lime, orange, and eggplant halo. She shuffled glow stick arm limestone beyond violet scorched, tank top kitty vinyl. Bubble gum incadescence pipes framed the dancing mistress' dimly lit eye whites. Vivid rope cradled her bouncing sidekick's kiwi, plum, banana, and tomato neck hoops. An opal fired, V-neck blouse framed canary scalp sprouts battering her cheek coal. Ruby, sapphire, amber, and jade twine coiled a third vixen's shaded blouse silk. Strawberry slivers separated licorice hair strands framing her porcelain precipice. Pistachio goggles topped a fourth damsel's mouth pearls above cola spaghetti straps. Chestnut keratin fluffs dusted naked shoulders framing glow chute chest pendulums. Teal, lime, cherry, and mango twine wound a nearby stud's arm gristle and shirt soot. Lighted batons and vivid strands knotted the young man's crow feather head sprouts. The grooving gigolo hooked neon hoops gripping his buddy's lemon sparked elbow plaid. The male youngsters lifted right knees during a drum beat, then extended shin denim. They awaited matching percussion thumps before joyously mirroring the procedure. Kyle's forehead hair rust breached tomato ball cap mesh refracting neon green glints. His dim cheek point and twin hoop earlobe gold repeated black light above polo coal. Ruby shoe canvas bracing seaweed jean lumps nested lilac blazed laces and tip rubber. Nearby, plum glints split scalp tar framing optic discs imaging red and blue lasers. Cole's slender nasal chute and angular face supported silver treated dowel arcs. Neon glitzed marks framed a rectangular image adorning Cole's oversized t-shirt wine. Rotten's tomato stamp topped their frontman's monochrome image embracing stone steps. Hopeless noggin spikes braced folded tattoo sleeves topping knee sock stripes. "...And on Goes the War" scribbled phosphorescent laces threading leather boot necks. Slanted strip trios and platforms exiting Cole's denim soot reflected lavender light. Poppy sparked raven strands framed orchid face flashes above Gwen's mango fired lips. The pissy hen's locks eclipsed ozone blazed sleeve flaps flaunting graphite diamonds. Tarmac collar points topped twin cherry shirt dots flaring strawberry waist ripples. Pie knots spanned a cocoa dimmed skirt girth and formed a twine bundled knee tuba. Violet calf strobes spread luminescent ankle fluff padding her spade boot suede soot. Carnation vinyl saddled complimentary hide with dish soap eye arcs using gold links. Glass cleaner whiskers framed a ruby snout adorning the agitated wench's purse kitty. Allie's rose flashed scalp coal crested prune dimmed optic zombies and shoulder teal. Her upright nose chickpea overlooked a motor oil lip apex flaunting incisor chiclets. Pitch shaded vine coiled pearl cradled tulips spanning Allie's ibuprofen shirt silk. Mango dots and flamingo scarf twists headed digit highlighters and a plum chest hole. Elastic asphalt bundled Allie's hips and stomach, then formed a confining knee hoop. Calf ceramic invaded Neptune stitched ballet tar extending digit seeking, arch cord. Deltoid saxophone chain dangled paperback bag licorice beside Allie's thigh custard. Gwen parked Allie's cola flats by sloshing scalp slate and flashing pissy eye embers. The wiry minx sank her timid pal's pillowy abs with blueberry tipped knuckle knots. "Puhhh!!" Allie expelled from murky beeswax claret under sprung eyelid peaches. Gwen's grim chum clawed aching ab ozone and glared past scalp tar draping her cheeks. "Gwehhhn!!" Allie shrieked before swatting noggin crow plumes. "Why-- did you *do* that?!!" Allie's vile cohort flung blase talon sapphires and shriveled hateful face pudding. "'cause FUCK you, bitch!" Gwen fumbled between tangerine sparked mouth seams. "*That's* why!!" Cole breached crystal coasters with eye rust next to Kyle and tilled faint stubble. "Fuckin' hawwwt, yo," Cole adoringly purred. Gwen pointed eye gold above diamond bicep dots and peeled digusted mouth tangerines. "Cole! You motha fucker!!" the licorice stranded princess shrieked. "After what you did to us, yesterday?! I'm about ready to-- cave your nuts in!" Kyle swiveled his reverse cap bill and sifted face points under Cole's scalp sawdust. "What's she *talkin'* about, dumb-shit?" Kyle joylessly demanded. Cole graced sleeve wine with palm lemons and eclipsed optic discs with brow quartz. "Hey, I just did what she SAID to do," Cole innocently explained. "He had *sex* with me," Allie declared using shameless speech chocolate. Gwen impacted Allie's stomach tulips with a spade tipped, suede footwear golf club. "Gahhh!" the horrified maiden belted past espresso oral frames. "Oh yeah, man?" Kyle probed before bobbing his curious precipice lavender. "No shit??" Allie tore aching bowel cellulite and siphoned musty gasses between antsy incisors. "And, I-- fuckin' liked it!" the pissy hen ravenously announced. Gwen swiveled angular boot mats and beat Allie's clavicle with sledge hammer digits. "What--!?" Gwen belched while hammering her sidekick's tits. "You fuckin'--!? Cunt??!" Allie popped concrete points with jolted hand pillows and raven bundled hiny gelatin. "AHH!" the horrified vixen squawked above conjoined knee ivory and split ballet tar. Kyle paraded a glass vial with upright label buttermilk using steel cap espresso. Ivory digits stated "MAYER" above smaller "ASPIRIN" letters tagging horizontal cocoa. Tomato ink framed a "MAYER" crossed ellipse beside cursive claret spelling "Genuine". Gwen cuddled diamond speckled chest toothpaste and flaunted honey ocular droplets. "I didn't hit her *that* hard, Kyle," Gwen snarked before looking above her shoulder. "Besides-- FUCK HER!" Allie probed forehead soot with empty eye ozone and scaled pissy pearls with lip tar. "ffFuck you, G-wen--" the vacuous damsel fumbled across comatose speech cola. Kyle presented a mint candy tablet stamped with intersecting "MAYER" imprints. "You *sure* you don't want one?" the caramel haired gonzo prodded with smirking lips. Cole curled sinister mouth frames underneath rusty irises embedding two inch discs. "Or-- two?" the shaggy haired pervert mischievously appended. Gwen forged a curious smile with tangerine fired tomato gloss under her nose beebee. "The fffuck is it??" the licorice stranded princess anxiously demanded. "Fuckin'-- ecstasy," Kyle joyously disclosed. "Nuh-uhhh--" Gwen croaked before hoisting a plum sparked caplet above her eye gold. "Who sold you *these*??" Kyle snatched fluorescent pill wax parting Gwen's blueberry tipped cream fingers. "Your fuckin' mahhhm, bitch," the cherry capped hoodlum kindly explained. "You want some??" Kyle observed Gwen flashing her passive palm ivory, then offered the tablet to Allie. "Allie? You gonna rollll, girly girl??" Kyle's absent chum skimmed a glowing dot with dish soap peepers and shook her head. "It's good shee-uhhht--" the cinnamon haired prankster warmly teased. "Not tonight, Kyle," the miserable fawn listlessly responded. A licorice toe point leading Wednesday's heel spike drilled Lloyd's rear driver seat. Strawberry scraped knee curd straining denim lap soot topped chrome zipped tibia tar. Wednesday's crossing calf laid ruby raked foot ivory and nail pitch along teal puffs. Tarmac arm knots braced cola ab linen and rested digit coals beside ulna crow plumes. Wednesday's elbow net poised her knuckles and hoisted cigarette ash beside her cheek. Bernie's finger marks and claret bicep confetti breached Wednesday's sweater ports. Vulture quills draped her neck dairy and jugs before sealing graphite stomach weaves. Wednesday's apple dusted jaw milk and lip rubies overlooked tank top, chest pudding. Glitzy makeup caked battered hide housing pupil frost among raven curtains and bangs. Wednesday searched ivory pleating her foot, then tilled long scrapes with talon soot. She wrinkled cinnamon ocular flaps and swatted saline searing the corner of her eye. Wednesday's mango haired companion pointed caramel flats at Lloyd's open driver door. "Wednesday!" Hailey impatiently blared. The grim tigress spun raspberry jowls and pasted mouth cherries with hair licorice. She eyed oral tulips and claret flap pupil limes under optic prisms with icy peepers. Citrus claws gripped Neptune turtleneck arm fleece stacked above Hailey's amber belt. Cookies and cream skirt stripes bundled her ab and hip putty, then bridled her knees. Shapely calf birch packed blueberry lined ballet bourbon with matching felt toe bows. Gold clasp spaghetti soot rested crystal hand bag makeup cases by Hailey's right hip. Wednesday's ginger chum grated menthol lip gloss with thoughtful, sensory sand paper. "You know Wednesday, you don't *have* to come with us," Hailey warmly conceded. "Not if you don't want to." Wednesday ogled lacerated foot pleats and fired tobacco ash above Lloyd's pilot door. Hailey watched her pal siphon a stub, then snatched it from her tendering nail tar. Wednesday nested her lap coal and collected calf crumples forming her unused boot. Hailey eyed her friend's ruby stained snipe, then plopped it against her lip bismuth. She siphoned searing vapors and scorched her airways before venting quartz exhaust. Wednesday stuffed footwear arch spikes and sutured her tibia cream with leather soot. She tilled floral vinyl lashing her purse briefcase with brass using pitch talons. Geranium pearls, daffodil ozone, begonia lemons, and amaranth wine painted Wednesday's coffee zipper bag cream. Hailey snuggled indigo ab fleece and poised Wednesday's cancer tube by her head lava. Creepy digits dizzied Hailey's pupil jade before snatching knuckle cream steam paper. "Stealin' my smoke, fucker??" Hailey asked her frisky escort using playful lip bismuth. "You were en-joyyy-ing that," Lloyd mused below mudded eye coals nesting Hailey's bicep. The shaggy trickster stoked tobacco embers, then offered them with humble pinchers. "Do you want the rest?" Lloyd aspirated using porcelain fumes. Hailey submitted mango talons clawing speech menthol and swiveled adoring cheek pine. Lloyd parked sloppy sneaker tarmac bracing denim soot beside Hailey's ballet caramel. Asphalt and cement t-shirt striations gripped the stout cavalier's pecks and biceps. Lloyd wove his mistress' finger worms and paraded Wednesday's smoldering cigarette. "Wednesday, I'm 'bout to kill this," the chocolate mopped maverick warmly shared. Hailey's mopy pal showcased Lloyd's Neptune spotted Cammy primer and sloped window. She nudged door steel with crow dusted digit cream and sifted eye mud with pupil ice. "Go a-head," Wednesday somberly groaned. "I don't want it." Plastic box tomatoes seared "EXIT" above double door, frame rust and pavement cracks. Hailey's calf pine carried honey foot rims beside Lloyd's shoe scraps and denim soot. Wednesday braced cement remnants with heel spikes and ogled hard candy beanie bands. Amber knots eclipsed placid eye teal and cheek cream above cola t-shirt, pot leaves. Coal and ketchup flannel overlooked the vacuous doorway occupant's sneaker graphite. A crackling tissue pencil departed the youthful man's lengthy mouth frames. Skunky pot fumes conjured Sammy's fiery eyes and bony body thrashing Ivy's back seat. Wednesday recalled despair and ghastly leering while nails clawed her unclad skin. She wadded raven sweater knots packing her clavicle with apprehensive talon pitch. She searched flailing limbs sparked with neon lasers flaunting illuminated tubing. Percussive blasts plunged Hailey's ear spirals while vivid flashes seared her pupils. Hailey mashed nose pleats with neon nails while her purse beat dish soap hip stripes. "You okay, Hailey?!" Lloyd hollered above repetitive DJ squawks. The lava sparked siren unsealed cherry eye flaps and found her boyfriend's iris tar. "My head is killing me," Hailey joylessly responded. "What?!!" Lloyd shouted back. Hailey sloshed dimly lit sleeve fleece and gnashed agitated, bicuspid glass cleaner. "My HEAD!!" the agitated vixen screeched. "It's *powwwnding*!!" Hailey popped concrete points with plum fired ballet vinyl framing her instep lemon. "What-- *is* that video game sounding shit?!!" Lime lasers flashed a smirk splitting Lloyd's cheek under his coffee scalp fluffs. "It's ravin' music!" Lloyd yelled between slender lip arcs. "It's cooool!!" Hailey spotted a citrus DJ face bucket beyond sloshing limb, glow hoops and fake fog. The noise maker silenced his turntable drum track, then swelled ambient cymbal taps. Triangle squawks rolling copper beats drilled Hailey's ear drums like pencil points. The neon smiler resumed recorded thumps, prompting Hailey to swivel disgusted cheeks. "I don't think I *like* it!" the magma ignited mistress belted from dulled lip gloss. Lloyd probed considerate upper eyelids and shrugged ivory sparked deltoid striations. "Those sounds--!" Hailey's espresso mopped stallion screamed. "You know, they're actually a popular STAPLE-- in electronics!? Do you know about-- oscillators?!!" Hailey searched eggplant scorched optic rectangles and siphoned an agitated breath. "Wahht??!" Lloyd's tangerine stranded damsel blared. Lloyd cooked temple chocolate with Hailey's noggin lava and flaunted digit molasses. "You've studied, like-- saw tooth waveforms?!" the persistent maverick requisitioned. Lloyd spotted brow rust hurdling Hailey's glasses and emeralds topping her corneas. "You mean, like-- in calculus!?!" the seismic stranded mermaid excitedly blared. Lemon, lime, orange, and cherry arm hoop lights split Hailey and Lloyd's bicep linen. "Ah! Shit!!" Hailey fumbled past jolted lip menthol. The frantic ginger popped wall rust with ozone fleece and scoured raging teenagers. Hailey sifted ruby flashed fog using pupil jade embedding her angular optic crystals. "L-Lloyyyd??" the cinnamon damsel nervously hooted. Tomato glints sparked pupil teal parting eye peaches above Allie's upright nose plum. Crow feather bangs overarched umber cheeks and speech tar between soot scalp drapes. Vine pitch wound cyan trunk, tulip coals under collar points and flamingo neck silk. Waist and knee slate wrap topped lilac calves packing dish soap sutured ballet cocoa. Allie spotted Hailey's eggplant cheeks and eye screens above citrus, alien arm hoops. The colorful vixen swirled tangerine scalp spaghetti along blueberry throat fleece. Gwen seated lavender lined, suede ozone beside her sidekick's shoe stitch toothpaste. She split mango gloss with dish soap chiclets and crumpled eye gold with raven brows. "Therrre's the slut, *now*!" the hateful hussy hissed using cabbage cheek points. "Well, wudda you know?!!" Gwen seared Allie's blue raspberry peepers before checking her shoulder diamond dots. "Hey-- DIP-shits!!" Hailey crunched sand with grape ballet vinyl flaunting midnight frames and toe bows. Lime light, barber stripes descended Hailey's fuchsia sparked calves and insteps. Teal skirt streaks embedded broad belt bourbon escaping her blueberry stomach facets. Hailey nested achy cheeks with palm yarn and tilled cherry eyelids with carrot claws. Forehead caramel framed a lavender drink coaster between magma temple strands. Shoulder licorice holstered ultravoilet makeup cases filling Hailey's crystal purse. Ruby shoe canvas with teal laces and tips parked jean seaweed by Hailey's plum flats. Sneaker coal with eggplant mats and tridents braced denim soot near her obverse foot. Amber curls escaped Kyle's reverse ball cap claret and framed his left ear hoop gold. The snarky playboy analyzed Hailey's neon ocular mashers using bourbon pupil facets. Lilac and molasses contoured hair threads tickled Cole's cheek points and neck taffy. Vision rust occupying the edges of his optic coasters sifted Hailey's dim jowel arcs. Cole skimmed scalp lava and midnight sweater slats, then sloshed humble noggin wine. "You okay?!" the hapless pervert shouted above bass thumps. Hailey clawed lip bismuth with tortured finger embers and greeted Cole with eye gems. "What?!!" the miserable mermaid strenuously hollered. Kyle swatted phosphorescent vapor misting Hailey's cheek pine with impatient digits. "Ignorrre-- that fuckin' freak!" Kyle hatefully boasted. Hailey greeted Kyle's optic scotch with lavender cheeks and silicate veiled eye jade. "He's a sex fiend! YOU don't wanna know a guy like *that*!!" Hailey pleated vapid temples, then sloshed nail sparks and probed Cole's pupil discs. "How can you *stand* this?!?" the frustrated mistress impatiently posed. "It's like-- the same three notes, over and o-verrr!!" Hailey raked miserable, raspberry ocular flaps and shuffled orchid finger knots. "And, my head is KILLING ME!!" Cole sifted Hailey's lava scalp spaghetti with iris penny saucers topping his cheeks. He scanned "MAYER" and "ASPIRIN" cream heading Kyle's coffee and banana vial sticker. "You should give her an aspirin, yo!!" Cole excitedly suggested. Kyle overlooked Hailey's optic bricks and prodded his sidekick's rusty eye frisbees. "What?!!" the agitated schemer fired back. Kyle scoured bluebonnet torched tablets packing his transparent medicine container. "You've got aspirin?!" Hailey warmly vocalized above saw tooth oscillations. "Of-- all things?!" Kyle swirled chocolate cookie, cap aluminum using cheerful finger bratwursts. "Well, that's what the *bottle* says!!" the affectionate prankster warmly belted. Cole wrung cackling lip taffy with lengthy fingers and knotted lilac eye flap images. Hailey ogled flask threads toppling a "MAYER" crossed caplet along her eggplant palm. "Just one?!" the tangerine sprouted maiden demanded using lavender face pleats. "Kinda-- stingy, don't you think!?" Kyle scanned Hailey's hand pillows, then shyly shared a second dish soap droplet. "Thank you sooo much!!" Hailey beamed before firing ecstasy between glossed lips. "Surrre!" Kyle grated across reassuring lip arcs. "It was meant to be!!" Cole clawed chuckling face lavender while Hailey hoisted inquisitive, carrot talons. "You guys know someone named Josh Griffin?!" the ginger doe requisitioned. Kyle pocketed his Mayer aspirin vial and responded with shrugging shoulder graphite. "Nope!" the deceptive pill dispenser called out. "Never *heard* of him!!" Cole molded a ghastly smirk into grinning teeth teal and swiveled grape hair fluffs. "Nahhh!" the ragged scarecrow recklessly mustered. "Never heard of *that* guy!!" Lloyd blazed glass cleaner tobacco mist underneath lime scorched, forehead licorice. He carried ivory seared peck stripes and yanked a cancer stick parting his lip ham. He exhaled a mist funnel, then emitted cyan smoke rings by kissing warehouse gasses. He spotted his girlfriend's sloshing hair lava and crumpled curious brow chocolate. Hailey joined a young lady packing violet flared t-shirt vinyl forging a cartoon cat. The grooving damsel posed arm pearls bundled with peacock lights during drum beats. She traded an Egyptian stance to pat hip denim before reversing her original posture. Crow plumes lacing noggin glow sticks draped flamingo frames riding ivory ear swirls. Calf kiwis planted hip width tennis shoe sapphires, then swiveled them after a pause. Hailey copied phosphorescent kicks by slapping lilac golf club flats two directions. She eyed tickled, chocolate irises above citrus neck hoops by checking her shoulder. The girls scissored neon legs before forwarding rear foot mats and hoisting one knee. They inverted the process, causing Hailey's plastic purse to beat her teal hip marks. Lloyd observed his spicy mistress backpeddling while she formed a tulip glazed smile. "Hi, Lloyd!" Hailey beamed above DJ triangle waves and cymbal crashes. "Wassuhhhp?!" Lloyd dangled a cautious cancer stick and exhaled glass cleaner mist from his nose. "Hailey-- what the fuck are you do-eeeng!?" the dumbfounded maverick hollered. Hailey watched her auburn cohort bouncing teal kicks before urging her cornea pitch. "Pretty sure it's called-- 'the running man'!" Lloyd's cinnamon doe shouted back. "Riiight?!" "Do you *know* this girl!?" Lloyd ominously demanded. Hailey shuffled lavender scorched ballet vinyl and rocked midnight shoulder fleece. "*I* dunno!" the tangerine stranded maiden excitedly shrilled. Hailey snatched Lloyd's cigarette dish soap while her cohort signaled a t-shirt cat. "I'm Jill!" the lemon seared foxtrotter announced before acknowledging cheek sweat. "I'm *good* people! No worries!!" "Why is my girlfriend dancing with you?!" Lloyd yelled at Jill's flamingo eye frames. "*I* don't know!" Jill belted while heel striking concrete rubble. "Who cares?! She's fuckin' GREAT at it!!" The licorice stranded mistress lapped skillet shaded lips and sprang brow graphite. "She just-- walked up and started copying meee! It's fuckin' awesome!!" Lloyd watched Hailey expel peacock tobacco fumes under crystal filtered vision jade. He admired Jill moonwalking before tipping Hailey's chin and sifting dilated peepers. A lumbar spasm sprouted her rear neck hairs and grazed Lloyd's palm with face velvet. Lloyd's ginger hen probed his cornea coals by sifting oblong lenses with pupil dimes. She sank a smoldering stogie between his lips using tangerine dotted eggplant digits. "She *has* to be rolling!" Jill fired between swiveling cucumber cheeks. "Of *course* she's fuckin' rolling!" Lloyd expelled using grim cigarette floppers. "Hailey, what the-- fucking FUCK??!" Lloyd's cardomom snooky conjured percussive grooves and nuzzled his carpal leather. "What are you two *talking* about?!" Hailey tenderly challenged. "What does-- 'rolling' mean!?" Lloyd released his girlfriend's precipice custard and stroked her molten hair flows. "Hailey, you-- took ecstasy?!" the espresso mopped stud skeptically demanded. "Who the hell gave you ecstasy?!!" Lloyd's vivid damsel paddled cucumber calf arcs like she was reversing a treadmill. "Methylenedioxymethamphetamine?!" Hailey fired between menthol glossed speech frames. "Uhhh--" Lloyd croaked across adoring lip arcs while skimming Hailey's eye emeralds. "What the hell do you MEAN!?" the enamored mermaid loudly prodded. "*I* didn't take anything!!" Hailey redirected startled optic jade, prompting Lloyd to check above his shoulder. Lloyd spotted eggplant fluffs framing copper vision coasters repeating laser claret. He emitted teal nasal mist and scanned tomato ball cap mesh gripping Kyle's forehead. "You know who those guys *are*, Hailey!?" Lloyd called before facing his girlfriend. "That's Cole Elliot and Kyle Smith!" Lloyd spotted amber peepers and shy pupil ozone beyond his dish soap bicep streaks. "Well, wudda you knowww--" the arabica stud purred before checking Hailey's eye jade. "How many did you take?!" Lloyd's neon maiden sprouted her first and second digits above indigo knuckle yarn. "They gave you-- *two* of them??!" the shaggy maverick fired past smirking lip hams. "Am I gonna be okayyy?!?" Hailey blasted between glass cleaner bicuspids. Lloyd tamped thoughtful mouth salmon with cyan chompers and skimmed his top eyelids. "You'll-- probably be fine!" Hailey's reassuring boyfriend shouted above DJ thumps. "You should get her some water!" Jill thunderously suggested. "She can get dehydrated and have a sei-zurrre!!" The agreeable cigarette sizzler rocked receptive emotive features above peck stripes. "I'll *do* that!" Lloyd bellowed before scanning his girlfriend's facial anti-freeze. "Why did you-- take random pills from some stranger?!" "They looked like Mayer *aspirin*!" the magma stranded siren robustly shared. Lloyd yanked a tobacco chute like kids' toothpaste and inhaled using smirking lips. "They did NOT!!" the espresso mopped dissenter doubtingly belted. "They were in a bottle and ev-ry-thing!!" Hailey shrieked under sprung brow caramel. Lloyd oscillated grinning cheeks and puffed dish soap mist across lime laser streaks. Halting key and drum strikes unveiled cymbal taps, freezing Hailey's vinyl foot rims. The mango mistress splayed captivated nail embers beside glass cleaner hip stripes. DJ limb highlighters departing a tangerine bucket face revived cycling party sounds. Lloyd's excited damsel hopped, then resumed reverse jogging under lighted neck hoops. Lloyd admired his energized lady weaving midnight arms beyond twisting waist fleece. "Hailey?!" the chocolate slopped colt loudly probed. Hailey kneaded an unseen ball by her tits and tipped scalp lava between her scapulas. "Haileyyy!!" the lively mermaid's frustrated boyfriend belted past lengthy lip hams. Lloyd saw Hailey's pupil jade appear along cherry eye flaps, then pointed behind him. "I'm gonna find Wednesday!" Hailey's stout escort called above triangle oscillations. "Meet me by-- Kyle and Cole!" Lloyd sprouted lemon digits beyond Hailey's vision aids, exuding teal tobacco vapors. "In like-- five minutes!!" Hailey folded raspberry ocular caps and turned grinning lip bismuth above her bicep. Lloyd skimmed Jill's coal darkened mouth arcs above her swerving shoulder pudding. "She'll be fine!" the flamingo sighted doe yelped under glow stick knotted hair soot. "*I'm* watching her!!" "You're-- rolling, too!" the skeptical stallion extruded from doubtful speech salmon. "Of *course* I'm rolling!" Hailey's brunette companion gushed between ozone teeth. "Everyone HERE is rolling!!" Wine gashed kiwi split beetle sweater knots holstering Wednesday's floral hand bag. Raven feathers lined her fishnet trunk curves and licorice tipped, finger chardonnay. Vinyl dish soap framed geranium plums, neon begonias, daffodil tar, and amaranth mud. Boot zipper violets sealed olive calves tearing Wednesday's teal speckled skirt coal. Pomegranate beams climbed pitch leg crumples topping pointed insteps and heel spikes. The glum goth skimmed lighted fog using slate swept pupil ice riding cucumber cheeks. She observed scalp cabbage dusting bicep freckles beside a young lady's blouse teal. Bouncing, amber curls topped her boyfriend's face caramel above his cyan fired polo. Jarring cup plastic sprayed Wednesday's tank top, skin arcs with beer scented frost. The agitated vixen scoured startled eye whites and peanut butter precipice pleats. "Ohh-- thanks!" Wednesday belched while sloshing barley flavored suds with nail soot. "Thanks, a lot! Yeahhh!!" One of two young men flaunted juicy palms and swiveled face points hosting eye pitch. "I am-- sooo sorry!" the hapless teenager thoughtlessly responded. Wednesday acknowledged violet sparked buttons suturing the pleader's cola shirt silk. "Go away!" Hailey's pissy counterpart shrieked. "Just-- get the fuck a-wayyy from me!!" Wednesday ogled teenage scuttlers, then noticed her purse strap tugging her fingers. She saw digit mud grasping bag vinyl along midnight stomach linen under button plums. Dish soap incisors parted smirking lips below iris tar drops eclipsing cheek rust. Cheese puff hair sprouts departed a scalp patch above dimly illuminated neck gristle. Wednesday followed charcoal sneaker scraps bracing denim seaweed to plush boot mats. Knee highlighters split raven nylons topping calf licorice under a bat wing skirt. Hourglass navel quartz departed leather belt tar straining jolly Roger buckle chrome. Apple jugs dangled saw tooth silk soot under collar spikes topping a cereal neck rim. Graphite sleeve bells draped velvet knuckle porcelain hoisting asphalt nail enamel. Daisy, mango, and ruby glow sticks crowded Ivy's eggplant chest under neon lip arcs. Nighttime temple strands framed pistachio eye flaps gripping champagne cornea dots. Flamingo hair beside Ivy's silver nose ring faded cherry red along her deltoid cream. Wednesday spotted push broom spikes topping Bernie's pearl sparked pupils behind her. Dish soap streaked, conifer polo cradled his broad shoulders and avocado face putty. Glass cleaner laces and toe caps trimmed wine shoe canvas edging his trombone khakis. Wednesday probed amber irises packing Sammy's cheek chardonnay above her bicep knots. Pineapple head spokes topped golf shirt teal blaze and shoe checks bracing jean coal. Josh grated pissy lips with tongue zinc and flicked oat soda soaking Wednesday's bag. "Mahhhn-- the fuck, yo?!" the lanky skater griped above antsy DJ beats. "Lookin' guhhhd, gorgeous!" Sammy belted between pretentious speech ellipses. "Fuck you, freak!" Wednesday blasted between pitch darkened lips. Sammy shoved Wednesday's kiwi cheeks and hooked her instep tar with cyan shoe checks. "Ahh!" the horrified mistress yelped before bracing her nose pea above broken cement. Sammy shared grim clown honks, then hoisted Wednesday's heel spike by his cornea ale. "S-Sammy!!" the frantic hen fired from dish soap chompers while clawing floor points. "Mahhhn-- them some sexy boots, girrrl!" the blonde spoked jokester hollered. "WOOOOOOH!!" Wednesday grated shoulder fishnet with chin satin and scanned Sammy's visual brandy. "ssStop it, mother FUCKER!!" the terrified damsel politely returned. Sammy severed teeth securing Wednesday's calf vinyl and stripped her soot toe talons. The feral doe piled scraped foot pleats behind buckled knees and scoured lime lasers. Sammy tilled arch foam with his honker and breathed Wednesday's savory plantar aroma. "ahhh--" the sinister connoisseur expelled past reclining noggin spokes. "How love-leee--" "Are you DONE, you fucking dick-head?!" the pissy mistress belched above DJ thumps. Bernie watched Wednesday brace her other heel tower, then shoved her rear scalp coal. "Gyah!" the frantic tigress shrieked while greeting cement shards with raven bangs. Bernie lassoed Achilles cola and grated frail mortar with Wednesday's breast lattice. "aaAAHH!!" the licorice stranded maiden rabidly squeeled. "Where you GO-in', girly girl?!" Bernie beckoned before boot spiking his peck bands. "STOP IT!!" Wednesday belted while straining Bernie's sausage digits with her ankle. Bernie split Wednesday's calf sutures and greeted broken rock with her foot knuckles. Wednesday paired agitated knees under denim hiny soot and checked bicep beetle knots. She watched Bernie rock her pointed clodhopper like a pendulum with somber eye frost. Ivy scrounging the floor prompted the glum goth to sweep cheek crystal with hair tar. "'sup, skank!?" the lanky she-devil shouted while stabilizing exposed leg hinges. Ivy strapped Wednesday's olive neck with icy digits and paraded sadistic face glints. Wednesday clawed Ivy's wrist bells with nail pitch and endured cackling skunk breath. Josh's neon mistress released Wednesday's throat and snagged her woven sweater soot. "Hey!" Hailey's raven topped buddy shrieked while taxing her fishnet jacket sleeves. "Let-- go, you cunt!" Ivy grated scalp slate with beetle linen and yanked it from Wednesday's digit coals. Wednesday's denim tuchus pitch split her velvet foot pleats and popped cement points. The giddy hen prodded Josh's cornea coals and watched him flaunt her floral hand bag. "Hold my purse, niggas!" the cheese poof skater effeminately taunted. Bernie snatched Wednesday's vinyl case harness with chuckling, kiwi finger sausages. The crow tufted goth braced mortar sanded insteps and tarmac talons using wild palms. "J-Josh!!" Wednesday extruded from nervous vocal streaks cleaving her shoulder plums. Josh clamped the disgusted vixen's eggplant neck and hoisted her limber extremeties. Wednesday clawed Josh's wrist and endured his bony forehead tilling her brow cola. "Got anything to TELL me, Wednesday?!" the lanky hipster brutishly beckoned. "Y-Yeahhh--!" Wednesday choked past agitated facial pleats. "ffFuck OFF!!" Josh extended irritated arm segments before popping Wednesday's chrome skirt sutures. He dragged thigh pudding with neon specked denim soot before bypassing toenail tar. "GyaAAHHH!!" the mortified maiden belted between pitch lipped, dish soap chiclets. "You sick fahhhcks! ssSTOP it!!" Wednesday tugged tank top cola down crystal panty slate framed with lace charcoal. She reached for jean skirt hems with wild talon asphalt and paddled lavender calves. Josh expelled sinister cackles and tossed Wednesday's sand paper dress over her head. Sammy seized her feral flank putty and hiny velvet along his peck gristle, polo teal. "Let-- GO of me, you piece of shit!!" the squirming vixen expelled from plum cheeks. Wednesday packed jagged concrete with grim foot digits and drilled Sammy's eye gold. The straw spoked nut kneaded Wednesday's barley soaked ab mousse and faked a smirk. "Damn, girrrl--" Sammy purred beside Wednesday's cartilidge auditory swirls. "Every time I *touch* you, you get soakin' wet!" "FUCK you, mother fucker!!" the pissy maiden belched from jostling cheek points. Sammy hoisted Wednesday's cherry scraped arm cream by stripping her tank top soot. The grim goth braced rib satin framing bra collar, slate crystal and baseball jugs. She watched dancing limbs with neon bracelets gobble her licorice trunk elastic. The young man dancing the can-can with his buddy overlooked his lemon checked jacket. Eye teal under hair corn ogled Wednesday swaying kiwi abs below Sammy's digit clamps. Bernie grazed Wednesday's nipple nylon and toe tar with peck kale and cyan shoe caps. He pried a chilly squawk by tearing the wiry hen's raven locks with finger hot-dogs. The plump hooligan spun Wednesday like a top and observed her roosting jagged cement. Wednesday clawed Bernie's knuckle eels and skimmed Sammy's rosy face with pupil ice. "rrRAHH!!" Hailey's licorice feathered counterpart snarled between tar darkened lips. Bernie freed brass hooks securing Wednesday's raven bra elastic between her scapulas. Sammy unveiled nipple erasers embedding her crystal cups using cherry nightcrawlers. "Haa! Haa! Haa! Haaa!" Sammy honked like a horn toy. Bernie squeezed Wednesday's wrists above her head while she paraded terrified tits. The blonde can-can dancer directed his dark haired chum's focus above his bicep coal. The joyous jokester scanned Wednesday's luscious jugs and peeled glass cleaner teeth. "Aww fuhhhck--!" the licorice topped young man croaked above cymbal taps. "No wayyy!!" Sammy greeted the thrashing duo with molten irises and smirk shaped mouth caramel. He dispatched Wednesday's translucent bra graphite and hooked their eager digits. "Yeahhh!!" the rowdy hoodlums sadistically taunted. Wednesday observed Josh snagging her floral case beside Sammy's teal sneaker checks. She pleaded above shoulder gashes with frosty eyes trickling kiwi cheeks with grease. She loathed Josh skidding Sammy's jolted, rear noggin lemon with her purse frisbee. She watched shadowy fingers consume her vivid bag begonias, then cuddled her nipples. She felt Bernie prying her bashful digits while watching her boot licorice sail by. The disgusted goth sighted Josh loading her opposite foot spikes with sopping eyes. "How about NOW?!" the lanky skater beckoned using peanut butter cheek points. "Anything to tell me?!!" Wednesday clawed bashful knockers and crumpled pissy nasal asparagus with brow slate. "Go-- f-fuck yourself!!" the ravenous doe extracted from trembling teeth turquoise. Wednesday saw Josh tossing her bison calf sail, then realized people were closing in. She endured Bernie fixing her wiry cheeks above feeble areola peas with erect biceps. She skimmed alien eye shutters like coffee and teal canines parting fascinated lips. "H-Help me!" the horrified mistress pleaded beyond quivering mouth tar. Wednesday's icy cornea facets scoured ant hill face gristle and curious ocular coals. The mad minx abhorred cackling mouth rims under pupil fog, then drew anxious gasses. "Will somebody *help* me?! Pleeease!!" Bernie searched strange faces crowding his arm putty and swiveled spoked hair soot. "yyYEAH!!" Bernie loudly taunted beyond grinning speech blubber. "You guy-uyys! Somebody *help* the poor thing!!" Sammy clapped cherry nightcrawlers beside his polo toothpaste and shared clown honks. Wednesday sensed icy digits clawing her body velvet while combing joyous face pleats. She detected finger worms dragging crystal panty tar across her cola foot talons. The grim hen ignored ceiling black lights and probed eye coals beside her arm scuffs. She braced helpless ulnas and watched the petty colt inhale her graphite crotch lace. "You fucking-- FUCKS!!" Wednesday belted past flabbergasted lip charcoal. "Leave me alooone!" Sammy pilfered alien bicep caramel and clamped Wednesday's hoisted ankle cucumbers. "All-riiight!!" Sammy squelched underneath gleeful hair pineapple. "Is everybody readyyy?!" Hailey's licorice comrade sifted phosphorescent cheeks and siphoned panicked breaths. Bernie and Sammy sloshed Wednesday's fearful carcass towards glow stick precipices. "Onnne!" Josh's blonde spiked chum joyfully threatened. "AAAAHH!!" the violated goth mistress shrieked. Josh's brutal chums swung Wednesday backwards, then en route to a citrus face bucket. "Twooo!" Sammy sadistically teased. "Stahhhp it!" Wednesday shrieked while acknowledging poppy "EXIT" digits. The wicked hoods launched Hailey's kiwi lighted accomplice across eager fingertips. "Threeee!" Sammy victoriously called out. Hailey's somber mate wound exposed nipple beebees and body curves with arm cucumbers. Savage palms passed Wednesday's satin hulk across lime laser beams and dish soap fog. Lloyd piloted cornea coals parting licorice shaded, scalp chocolate and thick chops. He noticed an uproar above ivory sparked shoulder stripes framing his t-shirt collar. The spry colt spotted Wednesday's baseball jugs and pixie slate surfing rowdy digits. "Ho-ly fuhhhck--" Hailey's stout escort croaked between dish soap chompers. Lloyd scooted cement points with sloppy sneaker soot embedding tarmac jean wads. He scoured dancing garments and braced his friend's spinal seam with palm gristle. He cradled Wednesday's biceps and tuchus before greeting mortar with scapula streaks. Wednesday nuzzled Lloyd's cheek kiwis and skimmed matted bangs with antsy eye frost. "Ohh, fahhhck--!" the mortified maiden retched from pitch darkened mouth rims. Lloyd dismissed flashes of his friend scrambling to cover her skittish titty drops. He swiveled pentagonal hiny pockets and carpeted her trunk custard with back stripes. Lloyd's bashful comrade instinctively cradled his ribs and buried her disgusted face. The tender tomcat noticed playful digits flaunting Wednesday's denim skirt asphalt. "Ahh, yeahhh--!" Lloyd sarcastically grumbled while snagging his buddy's hip textile. "Thanks, brahhh!" Lloyd offered waist grit to Wednesday's eager digit coals and endured saucy chuckles. He noticed the same knuckle rust taunting him with spaghetti strap shirt licorice. "Oh, *well*--!" Lloyd hatefully commented before gathering Wednesday's tank top. "Fuckin'-- thanks so much, dude!" Wednesday's chocolate mopped buddy draped elastic shirt soot across her raven locks. Hailey implanted cement debris with a lavender ballet mat and an eggplant instep rim. She froze nimble calf lilacs packing ozone shoe hems under dish soap skirt stripes. She cradled turtleneck yarn airing belt amber with indigo chutes fanning mango claws. The radiant siren steadied licorice purse cable and sifted her friends' grim peepers. "Not what it looks like!" Lloyd hollered using apologetic face caramel. Hailey packed cement debris with foot and knee velvet and scanned Wednesday's scuffs. "Wednesday??" the wiry mermaid blurted below cornea jade embedding crystal aids. "What the hell happened!?" The magma stranded vixen seated her clear hand bag and gripped Wednesday's shin silk. Buttery hide jolts sealed Hailey's cherry optic flaps and sprang her rear neck hairs. Wednesday endured curious nail rakes while eyeing her buddy's narcotized face pleats. "Hailey-- what the fuck?!" the raven feathered vixen loudly demanded. Wednesday observed Hailey fondling her knee velvet before popping her frisky digits. "ssStop it!!" "She can't *help* it, Wednesday!" Lloyd hollered while skimming forehead coffee. "She took ecstasy!" Hailey's brunette comrade packed areola erasers and ab satin under tank top licorice. "The-- fuck do you MEAN she took ecstasy?!" Wednesday heatedly inquired. "Whyyy!?" The pissy goth isolated Hailey's nail embers from her thighs with tarmac skirt denim. Hailey groped elastic hip sand paper Wednesday buckled with chrome crotch buttons. "AAAaaa--" Hailey expelled while scorching midnight scapula fleece with hair magma. "Hailey!" Wednesday belched while swiveling defensive lap charcoal. "Stay the fuck away from me!!" Wednesday's lava stranded chum skimmed oblong lenses and siphoned a hateful breath. "Fuck you, BITCH!" Hailey belted between menthol waxed mouth carnations. The ginger dame shoved broken cement and planted plum flats cradling teal hiny bands. She situated purse licorice and spotted tomato ball cap mesh beyond fruity arm bands. Optical saucers parted cream and cocoa scalp knots joining two graphite haired girls. Hailey skimmed cherry hoods and cinnamon lashes with eye limes probing angular glass. She shriveled nasal asparagus and gritted dish soap incisors straining her lip bevel. The fiery minx leveled lava cheek drapes beyond indigo tit slats and lifted her foot. She peeled midnight felt framing her heel vinyl and molted pillowy plantar pleats. She poised kiwi toe caps and hoisted violet fired ballet hide near Lloyd's pupil tar. Lloyd cradled his snookie's slick shoe, then waited while she gave him the other one. He watched her skamper twin foot mats before checking Wednesday's stormy eye frost. Gwen uprooted raven dusted, cheek champagne above diamond dotted, shirt toothpaste. Asphalt collar points framed mango sparked lip gloss under Gwen's sinister eye gold. "How many pills did you give her?!" the bitchy princess shouted at Kyle's pupil ale. Kyle stacked peck tarmac and greeted Gwen's plum strobed face with claret hat mesh. "Fuckin'-- two!" the agitated hipster hollered while sloshing glass cleaner tablets. "You *owe* me for that--!" "Twooo!?" Gwen interjected using leery vocal streaks. "We tried to give her *one*, yo!" Cole belted under tomato flashed vision orbs. "Fahhhck! She wanted two!!" "She *really* wanted to ROLL, girly girl!" Kyle slyly proclaimed. "The fuck were we supposed to do, yo?!" Cole artlessly blathered. "Say no??!" Kyle skimmed ivory "MAYER" characters along label chocolate heading a banana sticker. "And these shits were expensive, yo!" the almond haired hoodlum distressingly opined. Allie focused eye ozone under forehead licorice and folded tulip printed wrist opals. "You guyyys-- gave her *two* of those?!" Gwen's mousy sidekick distressingly probed. "She said she had a *headache*, yo!" Kyle shouted above DJ beats. "One aspirin's not enough for a damn headache!" Allie focalized cackling lips under Cole's absurd specs using grim, ocular blue jays. Hailey grazed bicep hide, causing her to park nimble arches and capsize her eye jade. "AAAaaa--" the gratified siren grated across euphoric voice ridges. Heel rubber popped Hailey's lumbar seam and draped her glasses with calf licorice. The wiry hen swatted her magma locks and dangled leather pitch beyond crystal scopes. Gwen studied blueberry acrylic glazing her fingernails with thoughtful ocular gold. "*She'll* be okay on a couple of ecs, right?!" the curious dutchess hollered. Gwen admired her savory facial refractions before checking Kyle's distracted eye ale. She scanned her teal lined shoulder dots and glimpsed Hailey's rabid ocular emeralds. Hailey packed floor remnants with agile foot digits and ratcheted clunky boot spokes. "Holloway steps up to the plate!" the fiery mermaid deliriously commentated. Hailey cracked Gwen's cheek gumball with her buddy's towering footwear neoprene. The jolted doe spun like a top and greeted mortar points with rib silk and boot mats. "Puhhhhh--!!" Gwen expelled from tangerine sparked mouth compote. Hailey hammered dish soap hip stripes with victorious clodhopper tar and purse frost. "Wassup, motha fucker!?" Gwen's ecstatic precipice batterer brazenly taunted. Kyle mashed denim moss with pill glass and ogled "L" flashes edging Hailey's lenses. "Ho-ly shee-uhhht--" the ball capped ecstasy mule ominously croaked. Cole's pupil wafers eyed Gwen sprawling scalp slate and crumpling tulip ocular flaps. The lanky rebel savored Gwen gushing motor oil globulin between kiwi knuckle shafts. "Fuckin'-- hawwwt, yo," Cole excitedly purred while clamping lengthy lip arcs. Hailey perched antsy heel velvet and swirled her friend's designer traveling chute. "rrRAAA!!" the psychotic mermaid snarled beyond grinning speech bismuth. Kyle and Cole backpedaled fruit punch shoe canvas and eggplant sneaker platforms. Allie compressed ibuprofen rib linen and receded teal stitched walking licorice. She fumbled her paperback bag pitch before reeling brass links with tangerine talons. Hailey glimpsed Allie's ozone pupil drops, then noticed Lloyd bypass neon arm hoops. Hailey's murky escort dangled her vinyl shoe plums and skimmed dancing limb segments. He snatched crystal tit soot trailing raven bra lace among artificial fog, dish soap. Wednesday plowed rowdy elbows with bicep licorice and packed mortar with pissy heels. She stretched beetle jacket knots with frustrated nail coals and gritted teal teeth. "Give-- me-- my-- sweater!!" Hailey's cola mopped buddy belted past speech tar. Wednesday freed wrist fishnet before skidding concrete cracks with tarmac hiny denim. Hailey noticed her friend's noggin knots pop her rear knee bands before looking back. "Hi, Wednesday!" the carrot stranded siren beamed above midnight shoulder fleece. Wednesday wadded poacher weaves bundling her trunk and spotted peeping eye whites. Tar toenails beyond split knee asphalt reminded the glum goth she had no panties on. "Ah! Shit!" Wednesday spat while clamping qualmy thighs and equipping yeasty threads. The squeamish hen spotted her orange peel purse begonias above mortified pupil frost. She followed umber digit hoists to Lloyd's eye coals and offered thankful ulna knots. She captured her discarded money sack, then watched nylon bra pitch drizzle on top. Lloyd spotted his friend's raven panty lace cruising alien fingers among neon cuffs. "Hand it over, fuckers!" the shaggy maverick demanded while combatting strange limbs. Lloyd cradled his girlfriend's lavender flats and endured resistant cadaver strikes. "Aww, motha fuck!" Lloyd protested before pummeling past shady appendages. Wednesday fixed breast hangers under tank top struts, then spied Josh's ocular ale. Scalp cheese poofs topped Josh's antsy tongue beebee above his midnight shirt collar. Torn thigh nylon rode Ivy's nearby clodhoppers under skirt bat wings and navel talc. Collar spikes dangled citrus glow sticks above apple tits and zig-zag, crop top soot. Pupil kiwis parting eyelid limes spanned mango lip arcs among ruby tipped hair ozone. Wednesday greeted robin egg irises nesting Bernie's push broom hair bristles. Dish soap streaks divided kale polo, man tits shrouding Bernie's trombone khakis. Sammy's eye amber embedded diced pineapple hair above lengthy lips forcing a smile. Body silk like children's toothpaste topped denim leg soot framing checkered shoes. Wednesday clawed her friend's giddy Achilles velvet with terrified talon licorice. "H-Hailey!" the frantic dutchess belted between glass cleaner chiclets. Wednesday's delirious comrade swept navy blue neck yarn with magma noggin filaments. She skimmed Josh's pupil pitch with oblong specs and *knew* he was Travis' brother. She spotted Kyle's Mayer flask and smirked before switching helicopter boot hands. Josh glimpsed Hailey hauling teal hiny bands beside Kyle's charcoal peck drapes. The schizy nymph swiveled nimble foot mats and rocketed something across fake mist. Josh observed Kyle's ecstasy tablets break rave fog before splitting his eye pitch. "AAGGHHFF!!" the startled skater gushed between precipice carpal weaves. Kyle watched tablet confetti shower concrete fragments among Josh's sneaker tarmac. The disgusted mogul mashed angular cheek straw and strained mortified speaking hams. "Aww-- Mother FAHHCK!!" Kyle fired beyond angular emotive cinnamon. Hailey counterposed lime toe caps and scouted Kyle's eye scotch above indigo fleece. She drilled nimble pedal mounds and bludgeoned Kyle's nasal broomstick with her heel. "Aww!" Cole snapped while side-stepping his buddy's crumpling cadaver linen. "The fuhhhck, yo?!" Kyle saline trickled sinus crimping finger ridges and grated agitated voice streaks. Wednesday scanned velvet arch seams hoisting her friend's wiry heels with pupil ice. She noticed Hailey offer feminine boot licorice before relieving her tangerine claws. The ginger doe skated Kyle's seaweed hiny denim and pirouetted from his scapula coal. She lined up Cole's copper irises and cracked his teeth teal with midnight ulna yarn. "OMMFGHH!!" Cole groaned across colliding sweater fleece. The jolted nut tipped plum shoe mats and beat loose rock with butt gristle jean soot. Hailey planted mango claws by kiwi talons and cradled tuchus bands with antsy calves. She flaunted fiery eye jade and sinister cheek anti-freeze cleaving magma hair flows. Ivy's pupil kiwis scanned Hailey's optic glass while Josh focused uncovered eye tar. Bernie's sight ozone skimmed Hailey's feral face while Sammy fixed idle vision gold. "Ohh, shee-uhhht--" Sammy keenly croaked under spoked hair straw. Hailey latched rabid kneecaps and grated dish soap hip streaks with wiry nail embers. "I heard you mother fffuckers were looking for me!" the flashy siren taunted. Wednesday sealed chrome tibia teeth, then saw Lloyd offering her missing boot points. She squeezed raven toe caps along arched leather and zipped her secondary clodhopper. Lloyd offered Wednesday's graphite panty lace, causing her to vent hateful gasses. Wednesday noticed Bernie chuckling before watching Sammy's grinning precipice wink. She hooked her boot points by tossing crystal underwear and braced shaky heel spikes. "What the-- fuck are you looking at?!" the pissy vixen demanded with tar shaded lips. Wednesday popped zinc skirt buttons and poised crystal crotch elastic along her hips. The rabid goth detected her friend's tangerine talons clawing licorice bicep fishnet. "I feel like I could-- rip a *car* in half," Hailey squeezed by clenched teeth. Allie ogled Gwen kneading nose claret above cherry hiny pleats and facing toe suede. She paired tender knees along cement points and cradled her chum's silk deltoid dots. "Are you-- okay, Gwen??" the raven mopped maiden demanded using clingy mouth pitch. Gwen shoved Allie's tulip printed chest sapphire with blueberry tipped cream fingers. "Get the-- fuck off of me!!" Gwen shrieked while leveling her wimpy companion. Josh plowed Hailey's magma temple filaments and probed violet sparked optic prisms. "The fuck do you know about my BROTHER, f-reak?!" the tassel topped skater shouted. Hailey extracted a cry from Josh's lips by clubbing his nuts with her shin velvet. "*I* hearrrd--!" Hailey belched before hammering Josh's indigo ribs with tibia satin. "He's a fuckin'--!" The ferocious mermaid collapsed Josh's ab ozone with her high speed calf cucumber. "DICK suckerrr!!" Josh wadded unstable mortar with seaweed knee denim and clawed his throbbing bowels. Hailey felt Ivy's bicep tar framing her neck before ramming her clavicle glow sticks. Ivy squeezed Hailey's midnight scapula fleece and sifted her boyfriend's scalp poofs. "Get *up*, Josh!!" the enraged vixen belted beyond tangerine scorched mouth mango. "aaAAAHHH!!" Hailey fired past bismuth speech seals before elbowing Ivy's rib cream. "Plugghhh--!!" Ivy bellowed from collapsed oxygen sacks. "rrRRRAAA!!" Hailey shrieked before clobbering Ivy's belly chalk with knuckle knots. Hailey detected Ivy's arms release indigo neck yarn before battering her cheek talc. Ivy spun like a top, then slopped floor point face ivory with raven wrist bells. Hailey scanned crippled boot mats and neck nails while ejecting midnight limb fleece. "What the fuck do you think you're DO-ING, you little skank!?" the wild siren blared. Bernie paddled khaki gold with ruby kicks and wadded fat digits by kale peck streaks. "Wussup, Freeman?!" the hefty hood beckoned under Neptune eyes searing scalp spokes. Lloyd snatched Bernie's polo potato sack and loaded his head between his shoulders. "wwWAAAAA!!" the shaggy buck wailed before cleaving Bernie's eye ozone with his dome. "WOOooooo!!" Sammy stalked terrified palms and heel spikes backpedaling Wednesday's grim cheeks. "Haa! Haa! Haa! Haa! Haaa!" the leery loon honked above glass cleaner shirt burlap. "Fuck off!" Wednesday pelted from ivory cheeks hoisting eye frost and licorice bangs. The antsy goth braced alien bicep hide with scapula net and probed Sammy's eye ale. Pomegranate lasers blasted the wiry screwball's pretentious grin arcs every second. "You needin' that Sammy hammy, doll-face?!" Josh's cruel cohort whimsically teased. Wednesday swatted Sammy's toothpaste scorched peck linen with panicked boot points. The sly spook strapped bison calf charcoal with raspberry shaded digit nightcrawlers. "ffFucker!" Wednesday artlessly blurted while tugging her bridled Achilles licorice. "OOoooo--!" Sammy graciously cooed. Wednesday teetered above a rubber heel spike while Sammy combed her denim skirt cola. "Mother FUCKER!!" the tormented tigress hatefully shrieked. "Stop it!" "Damn, girrrl--!" Sammy adoringly teased. "You 'bout ready for that *dick*, huh??!" Wednesday toppled across cement remnants and expelled agitated respiratory gasses. Sammy watched Wednesday's floral purse tumble, then dragged her frustrated carcass. "rrRRRR!!" the grim goth snarled while clawing passing plaster shards with nail tar. "Nowww, Wednesdayyy--" Sammy affectionately croaked. "Fuck you-- son of a bitch!" Wednesday wrangled from pitch darkened speech beeswax. Sammy gripped Wednesday's thigh pudding and grated mortar points with her scalp soot. "Gyahhh--!" the tortured dutchess belted between dismal mouth frames. "Oh, yeahhh--" Sammy purred while sanding his crotch with Wednesday's pelvic asphalt. "Ain't that prettyyy--??" The straw spoked deviant crumpled Wednesday's pencil dress above her hip porcelain. He humped her crystal labia soot while looking around and spotted horrified eye ash. "Wussuhhhp, sweet cheeks?!" Sammy affectionately called before forming a tender kiss. "You want some toooo??" The blonde jokester probed feminine facial features, then forged a bullshit smirk. "Don't worry, sweet momma! I'm comin' for you, NEXT!!" Lloyd stomped Sammy's dome and watched him collapse along Wednesday's crotch asphalt. "Ahh, fuhhhck--!" the straw spoked prankster groaned across Wednesday's relieved lap. Wednesday tilled broken mortar using fingernail licorice exiting raven sweater knots. She sifted Lloyd's forehead espresso and relished him wadding Sammy's scapula teal. "*This* motha fucker--!" Lloyd disgustedly rambled. Hailey's shaggy escort parked Sammy's sneaker checks and watched him fake a smile. "Heyyy--!" Lloyd's lemon haired acquaintance purred above DJ beats. "Wussahhhp, Freeman?!" Lloyd clamped Sammy's chest gristle and tossed him between glow hoop limb shadows. "Haa! Haa! Haa! Haaaa!!" the giddy crackpot sadistically honked. Gwen braced mud shaded tuchus ruffles with lavender heel suede and cucumber knees. She poised iris embers and tamped teeth above diamond blouse dots and cherry beebees. Hailey's spinning toe tip whirled triangular leg champagne hoisting kiwi foot talons. Opal hip streaks, indigo arm chutes, and mango keratin orbited Hailey's body dradle. The peppy siren packed floor tines by Gwen's nail ozone with pistachio capped digits. Hailey drilled Gwen's eye honey and strapped her throat with citrus tipped graspers. "How bad do you want him, G-wennn??" Hailey squeezed between hateful dish soap teeth. The wiry fox sifted Gwen's flamingo eye flaps and sloshed her claret drizzled cheeks. "Huhhh??!" Hailey crowded Gwen's avocado face and mashed her nose pleats with optic nasal brass. "Are you willing to DIE FOR HIM?!!" the delirious maiden malevolently posed. Bernie braced conifer man tits and snatched Hailey's ankle knobs with digit sausages. His palm meat skidding cement with Hailey's paw caused her face to dip and chuckle. "Just a secuhhnd--" Hailey listlessly expelled towards Gwen's tormented ocular ale. The vivid doe allowed Gwen's upright boot tips to hammer floor plaster with her butt. She ratcheted her free leg and reamed Bernie's knuckle hot-dogs with ankle ligaments. She pummeled forehead custard dividing Bernie's robin egg irises with her heel hide. Josh clutched his nuts and saw Hailey cycle fit calves before landing like a gymnast. He absorbed a two by four swat with three inch cheese puffs topping his rear scalp. "Look at that Freeman kid go!" Lloyd taunted before steadying a pine board. Lloyd watched Josh stumble to his knees before popping his noggin three more times. "What--! Fuckin'--! Form!!" the chocolate mopped stallion aggressively commentated. "Ahh! Motha FUCKER!!" the flustered skater belched between lengthy mouth frames. Josh probed Hailey's ocular limes across laser sparked rave fog with pissy pupil tar. The lava topped siren aimed twin pocket rifles at Josh's dome and squeezed a trigger. "Whoa, fuck!" distant airways vocalized upon detecting gun powder tin reverberations. "Get the fuck *outta* here, yo!" separate speech ridges frantically hollered. Josh tracked Hailey's magma scalp threads among swarming glow hoops seeking the exit. Hailey skimmed Josh's amber sprouts and aimed her mother's boot pistol at his head. The warehouse DJ shucked a smirking, tangerine head bucket parading ocular egg coals. He scanned wild corneas with teal irises dividing raven locks among forehead quartz. He hurdled intersecting table veneer above tweeters looping boops, thumps, and taps. Sammy shuffled straw spoked cheek points by neon bracelet fruit and juggled eye ale. Bernie fumbled cherry kicks and wrangled his chum's cyan chest silk with fat fingers. "Cheese it!" Bernie belted under ibuprofen pupil gels before shoving his giddy bud. Sprung optic ice embedding Wednesday's raven bangs sifted zinc plated pistol chutes. "Hailey-- what the FUCK?!" the mortified vixen fired between pitch shaded lip rubies. Hailey spun noggin lava above indigo turtleneck plateaus and shared grinning bismuth. She frowned before packing her mom's boot pistol between crystal bag, makeup cases. Lloyd studied a nine millimeter hole piercing the tip of his fortuitous noggin plank. Sometimes, the coffee knotted stud forgot just how reckless his girlfriend could be. Josh found disgusted eye champagne parting his snookie's cherry tipped, hair indigo. He watched Ivy offer pitch capped, digit chalksticks piloting asphalt sleeve flares. "Get *up*, pussy!" the spoked collar wench belted between mango fired speech rims. "We gotta get out of here!!" Josh greeted his bitchy buttercup with annoyed eye ale and snatched her finger talc. Kyle folded seaweed sparked denim along floor points behind Gwen's muddy skirt flaps. Cole braced dish soap sneaker mats and tridents next to Gwen's periwinkle boot suede. Kyle strapped his sinister comrade's diamond dotted tits while Cole wound her knees. Gwen scanned her blueberry talons and sprayed her palm pudding with cherry compote. "Ahh-- the fuck, Gwen!" Kyle belched between disgusted lips. "We tryin' to *jet*, girly girl!!" "Fuckin' hawwwt, yo--" Kyle's molasses fluffed sidekick croaked under lens saucers. "Fuck-- both you ass-holes!" the hazel eyed shrew joylessly spat. Blue jay peepers under Allie's crow feather bangs viewed Hailey between passing arms. The tangerine stranded hen grazed her friend's departing, raspberry bicep abrasions. "Don't *touch* me, you freak!" Wednesday shrieked while tugging skillet elbow weaves. Hailey observed her raven mopped comrade seeking the exit with agitated heel spikes. Allie studied Hailey's hopeless eye emeralds sifting brow caramel beyond optic glass. Two young ladies and a gigolo grooved with hapless boops that barely resembled music. Ulna silk tipping face satin and pecan curls artlessly brushed Hailey's hiny streaks. "HAAaaa--!" the citrus siren cooed while tossing carrot threads between her shoulders. Hailey grazed spherical air with mango tipped digits while sloshing neon neck hoops. She sanded scapula satin and tulip butt velvet with midnight yarn and tuchus bands. Lloyd abided Hailey's random swivels, then peeked through his board's bullet hole. "Haileyyy--??" the chocolate slopped maverick politely teased. Hailey polished alien tuchus felt while outlining a ball by her indigo chest fleece. Lloyd watched magma slosh his girlfriend's cheek kiwis, then tossed his two by four. "Hailey!!" the impatient stallion brashly shouted. Hailey rotated giddy face points above ozone neck yarn and forged an indulgent smile. "Hi, babyyy--" the tangerine mopped vixen mindlessly hummed. Hailey relished bubble gum hiny velvet kneading her dish soap seared biscuit stripes. "hawww, fuhhhck--!" the carnal mermaid sensually croaked. Lloyd ogled his delirious snooky swivel gratified jugs while exchanging scapula rubs. He tamped annoyed mouth frames, then swiveled espresso locks and headed for the exit. Allie tracked Lloyd's ivory streaked t-shirt until it funneled into the parking lot. She scooted teal stitched, ballet pitch beside Hailey's twisting toenail pistachios. She released nervous elbow ibuprofen and folded ivy printed forearms along her chest. "Hailey!" Allie fired from tactful lip licorice. The lava sprouted mistress slithered like a snake and pedaled withered concrete. "Hailey, snap out of it!!" Allie snarked while smacking diligent palms. Allie's inebriated counterpart dangled anxious limbs and focused wiry pupil saucers. "I-I'm sorry!" the crow feathered dissident conceded before hugging her stomach coal. "I'm sorry those-- ass-holes did this to you!" Hailey rode her dance companion's jarring shoulders and tilled her striped hip linen. She packed rough cement with tense foot satin and noticed her heart beating her ribs. "What those-- fuckers did to Wednesdayyy--!" Allie carried on above mindless boops. Hailey crumpled midnight ulna fleece and counted pulses thumping her wrist ligaments. "Hailey, I'm-- I'm so sorry!!" Allie's antsy cohort grieved beebee heart pops and dabbed saline soaking her temples. "You-- look like shit," the licorice mopped mistress lamented under blue jay peepers. "You should drink some water!" Hailey scattered frosty sweat droplets beside her dish soap fired, hip striations. "I'm sorry I-- pushed you down the stairrrs!" Hailey grated between quivering lips. Allie scanned Hailey's emerald irises with wiry pupil ozone and sanded mouth pitch. "You really-- hurt me, you fucker!" Hailey's fearful visitor sorely disclosed. "My kneeees are-- killing me!!" Hailey examined Allie's pissy face custard, then grazed her back end noggin graphite. She adored her rueful tenant soaking velvet palm strokes before lapping tulip gloss. "You gotta get OUTTA here!" Allie's tangerine topped hostess grimly blurted. "If your friends see you talking to meee--" Allie cradled Hailey's soothing digits and nuzzled them before parting optic peaches. She lowered Hailey's mango talons, then directed cyan shoe stitches towards the exit. "You can do better than her!" Hailey called across frantic teenagers. The neon siren watched Allie halt dubious ballet tar before entering the parking lot. Amber filter paper extended smoldering ash quartz from Lloyd's salmon speech frames. Espresso cheek dusters topped felt chops above his tarmac and cement t-shirt stripes. Lloyd braced rusted wall tin and poised charcoal knee denim above sloppy shoe mats. He regarded youngsters trampling cracked pavement, then hoisted Hailey's acorn flats. He swatted cocoa forehead fluffs draping his eye tar and scanned bourbon arch slats. An overhead lamp illuminated blueberry bow lace topping Hailey's vinyl toe caramel. Hailey bypassed warehouse door corrosion and a youthful lady's produce bicep hoops. She uprooted nimble foot velvet and grazed sheet metal extrusions with mango claws. She swiveled carrot hair filaments topping citrus hoops riding blueberry neck fleece. Emerald irises scanned optic crystals embedding Hailey's cherry dusted cheek custard. Bag frost saddled cookies and cream, pencil skirt streaks under leather belt scotch. Hailey packed asphalt with with shin custard and cradled hiny streaks with her heels. She wrapped her boyfriend's concrete chest stripes and nuzzled his temple espresso. Lloyd twisted startled face ale, then popped cigarette ash while exhaling ivory mist. "Dahhhmn--" the shaggy colt grated while embracing Hailey's sapphire scapula pickets. "You scared me, honey bunches." Lloyd skimmed Hailey's queso locks and swatted sweltering droplets lining her collar. "Oh, wowww--" Hailey's tender squire croaked before stroking her sweet potato mane. "Hailey, look at me real quick??" Lloyd's auburn doe lifted her noodle and paraded foggy specs riding cement cheeks. "Ohh, Haileyyy--" the chocolate stud purred before grazing his dame's clammy neck. "Baby, you don't look so guhhhd--" Lloyd snatched Hailey's glasses by yanking a brass stick spanning her optic crystals. The limestone princess clawed Lloyd's raven thigh denim and passed a steamy breath. "W-Where's Wednesday??" Hailey anxiously demanded. Lloyd rubbed Hailey's vision aids with ab linen, then acknowledged distant pavement. "She's hyyy-ding over there," Lloyd adoringly shared. "I've been keeping an eye on her." Hailey scanned a crooked telephone pole dangling a mixing bowl from a chrome strut. Every few seconds, olive light sparked hair soot topping Wednesday's lanky shoulders. "I thought you were gonna *shoot* me," Lloyd imposed while scanning Hailey's lenses. Hailey snatched her angular eyewear and implanted faded asphalt with antsy foot mats. Lloyd ogled his girlfriend's departing hiny streaks and paraded bewildered fingers. He snagged blueberry felt lining Hailey's caramel flats and paddled unstable asphalt. Lloyd's arrival caused Hailey to perch fiery heels above toe kiwis and look him over. The spicy queen watched Lloyd snatch his stogie before collecting one of her shoes. "For-got about those," Hailey conceded before patting powdery grime glazing her foot. Wednesday scanned frosty gasses with pissy ocular ice embedding licorice bangs. The porcelain dutchess wrinkled disgusted nasal asparagus above scowling lip rubies. She packed gravel with knee custard and braced tuchus tarmac with leather heel soot. She stacked pipe rust with ulna fishnet and hoisted tobacco embers with talon coals. Floral brush strokes ornamented purse ivory near Wednesday's flashy strolling spikes. Felt crow feathers sealed her graphite sweater weaves and cuddled ceramic knuckles. Ballet mats skidding pebbles extracted irritated vapors from Wednesday's cheek cream. "Can I get-- a single MOMENT of peace??" the miserable goth girl joylessly demanded. Hailey suspended arabica hiny marks above four inch tubing and parked vinyl shoe ale. Brief radiation graced Hailey with avocado calves and highlighter noggin strands. Pickle juice dermis and raspberry scuffs breached Wednesday's cola jacket lattice. Lime light dimmed while Hailey packed coffee tuchus marks among caramel heel vinyl. Rust dimmed hair citrus framed sweat dotted lenses sealing Hailey's curious eye jade. The ginger fox unbuckled ozone wrist yarn and grazed Wednesday's cozy shoulder satin. Hailey's startled comrade yanked lattice bicep soot and sloshed disgusted nail coals. "Don't-- TOUCH ME!!" Wednesday belted between clamped bicuspids. Hailey suspended antsy claw embers, then collected them along elastic lap striations. Wednesday expelled trembling gasses and showered cigarette sparks with thumbnail tar. She sifted Hailey's eye emeralds with pupil ice before nesting indigo collar fleece. Hailey nuzzled her friend's licorice, scalp silk and cradled her fishnet, bicep soot. Pickle juice rays seared somber face arcs embedding mango and coal keratin caverns. Hailey skimmed tool marks along tubing rust beside her chest while the light faded. She clawed nylon crosses gripping her buddy's clavicle velvet with tangerine talons. Wednesday detected Hailey's excited cranium sloshing before peeling copper eye flaps. "H-Hailey!" the horrified dutches snapped. "Mphh--" Wednesday's ginger cohort blathered while hoisting dozy face crumples. Wednesday shoved her friend's blueberry rib slats with pissy, licorice digit caps. Hailey steadied hiny streaks along loose gravel and hounded Wednesday's antsy cheeks. "Hailey, will you stop-- DOING THAT?!" Wednesday shrieked. "ssStop it!!" Hailey paraded cantaloupe dotted cream fingers escaping her sapphire sleeve pickets. "They gave me druhhgs, Wednesday--" the ginger doe passed across vacuous lip compote. "*I* don't know what I'm do-eeeng. I'm sorry!!" Wednesday skimmed frosty sweat droplets coating her restless comrade's forehead pine. She watched her wrangle winded tuchus stripes between ozone felted Achilles hide. "Je-sus, Hailey," Wednesday grimly commented. "You look like *shit*." The pissy minx ditched her cigarette and situated her purse along pitch bicep weaves. She shoved her friend's blueberry scapula fleece towards towering telephone cedar. "Let's go get you something to drink." Hailey squashed produce glow hoops by hugging her neck and lifting her hiny streaks. She bundled her buddy's cozy stomach fishnet and followed her across pipe fencing. Allie's peaceful lashes sealed cornea lemons underneath licorice forehead curtains. Her upright nose pea and chiclet lip peak rode cheek caramel flooding pillow soot. Noodle tar topped dim shoulder velvet posing tank top pitch along Allie's scapulas. Allie's mango claws and apple tits sank carpet asphalt paving Gwen's narrow wall gap. Cinnamon, hiny honeydews strained crow feather panty lace beyond gelatin thigh rust. Peaceful knee ligaments extended bronze calf mounds topping stacked plantar pleats. Gwen's startling talon blueberries snagged silk scalp slate dusting Allie's cheek. "Ahh-- What the FUCK?!" the jolted snoozer hurled out of panicked facial points. Gwen hoisted Allie's loopy features and popped her jaw gumball with knuckle rocks. "Ohhh!" the mortified floor occupant grievously groaned. Gwen hammered Allie's jowl butter before loading bicep cream and battering her lips. "Paaaa--!" Gwen's disgusted counterpart fumbled between throbbing speech flaps. Gwen backpedaled coal thong, ass quartz using shin curd framing Allie's limp ankles. Nail ozone and instep dairy swept honey shaded features with tarmac nightie crystal. Gwen focused eye gold parting raven hair and snatched Allie's frantic Achilles knobs. Allie plowed passing carpet slate and emitted shallow huffs under blue jay peepers. "AH! AH! AHH!" The grim hen skimmed calf sprouts overlooking Cole and Kyle's manly walking digits. She scanned curly patches sprucing uprooted pelvic sausages and testicle prune sacks. Muscular abs and slim stomach stubble undercut Kyle and Cole's mischevous trunks. Kyle's chestnut peck sprouts joined xylophone rib planks cleaving Cole's nipples. Iris ale skimmed Kyle's acorn head curls while rust slats probed Cole's vision discs. Gwen parked azure foot dots between Allie's heels and wound her tank top navel soot. "G-wen!" Allie extruded from squirming body curves. "What the-- fuck are you doing?!" "SHUT-up, you lying bitch!" Allie's ravenous counterpart viciously snarked. The boys clamped Allie's calves and wrists, then ladled her along Gwen's coal sheets. The wiry dame fumbled sharp squawks while piling limb cream among pitch wall paint. Cole observed nasal claret flooding Allie's swollen lips, then shimmied onto the bed. "Cole! You fuck!" the mortified mistress shrilled using rabid precipice barbs. Cole snatched Allie's tibia knobs and glided her custard hip grips between his knees. Allie found Kyle's fat cock above her eyes and realized he was crowding her temples. She tamped rabid mouth chiclets and triggered Cole to tighten his thighs by wiggling. Kyle seized Allie's wrist butter and stretched her feisty ulna sinews above her head. Gwen sank snoozing foam with shin cream and braced hiny soot with salmon foot pleats. She flaunted brutal grin pearls and tugged Allie's tank top straps until they popped. The feral fox molted nipple drops and umbilical valleys topping asphalt panty lace. Cole peeled Allie's elastic hip cola and crumpled labia threads along her kneecaps. "God-- damn it, Gwen!" the disgusted hen belted between agitated lip hams. "What did I do!?!" Allie's coal mopped chum plowed her noggin crow feathers and seared her optic ozone. "We *all* saw you talking to her, Al-lie!" Gwen sniped before smacking Allie's cheek. "AAAHHH!!" the tortured mistress repulsively squealed. "I know you're a *dumb* cunt," Gwen sadistically taunted. "But, you don't have to ACT like one." Kyle secured Allie's squirming wrists and examined activity above Cole's scapulas. "Ho-ly fahhck--" the burgundy haired gambler croaked. Cole skimmed his buddy's eye ale with optic penny saucers, then checked his shoulder. Gwen torqued her antsy sidekick's jaw tines, then indulged her friends' bewilderment. Allie freed taught noggin pitch escaping Gwen's fingers and peeked across the room. Cherry light seared nail coals and wrist velvet embedding Wednesday's pillow asphalt. Raven elbow covers overlooked navel punched stomach custard reflecting ruby sparks. Rose hued calf mousse escaped dove grid, flannel raven wads and extended talon tar. Heel hide padding complimentary calf mounds roosted knee graphite, britches pleats. Coal brick, digit crystals speckled chrome plated shelf dowels with pool water halos. A nearby poster's black metal, makeup quartz reflected fierce ozone among hair straw. Whirlpool precipice artifacts framed the feral lead singer's angular cheek pleats. Claret radiation illuminated flame character frame quartz spelling "Blades of Sloth". Olive wire twists lined Wednesday's ceiling seam with baby carrot, bulb tomatoes. Wednesday clawed head cushion tarmac before uncovering her restless precipice velvet. Hailey's frustrated buddy expelled humid gasses from raspberry fired facial points. She shifted upright, causing cola bedding to uncover tank top tar and pile her hips. The antsy goth skimmed Hailey's empty sham with icy optic slats, then looked around. "Hailey?" Wednesday called using curious lip hams. The homely dutchess collected "4:48" from bed table, digit teal under licorice bangs. "Hai-leyyy??" Allie's dainty shoulders and neck gripped bloody pillow case curd draping her noggin. T-shirt coal spanning Allie's biceps dangled lemon framed "YKC" roses above ab ivory. Sash cord frays bundled the grim fox's lanky wrists and mango claws behind her back. Shin custard and radish foot pleats burrowed desert sand and braced raven hiny lace. Tangerine claws exiting Hailey's clover sleeve pickets snatched Allie's dingy veil. The wiry minx bobbled opal irises below crow plume bangs and right eye prune flaps. Vein chocolate crusted Allie's swollen lips and nostrils above a cherry throat mark. Allie skimmed gold dowels framing Hailey's frosted optic jade between temple flames. Lip bismuth and raven choker lace topped the ginger damsel's hoop shaped neck hole. Deltoid licorice dangled butterscotch sutured bustler arcs topping her trunk spinach. Rubber platforms braced boot pitch escaping raven denim tubas draping Hailey's waist. The cinnamon hen sifted Allie's optic blue jays and soothed her battered cheek cream. The absent minded vixen nuzzled Hailey's cozy palm velvet with icy facial custard. "Hello, Allie," Hailey hummed across adoring lip arcs. The cardamom mistress playfully patted Allie's precipice point, causing her to jump. "Haa!" the raven mopped princess yelped between throbbing speech steaks. Lloyd extracted Gwen's fiery ocular ale and lengthy hair cola from pillow graphite. Silver tape strands wound the pissy maiden's hateful mouth seams and angular jawline. Gwen buffed pitch spine fog with lashed forearm quartz and frustrated nail sapphires. She swirled nightie mist with titty pegs and ab caverns while bouncing wild biscuits. Lloyd focalized vision tar above smirking lip ham spanning shaggy sideburn chocolate. He piled t-shirt daisy, rose, ivory, and coal above tarmac denim riding sneaker soot. He wadded Gwen's granite sham and scanned hateful eye gold among muddy scalp knots. The flashy stud peeled duct tape mummifying Gwen's mouth, cheeks, and neck sprouts. "What the-- fuck are *you* looking at, needle dick?!" Gwen gushed between gritted teeth. The antsy hen tested rope winding her ankles to her wrists and scanned Lloyd's eyes. "Are you trying to figure out where to put your-- little, faggot ass dick!?" Lloyd prodded Gwen's explosive ocular scotch and crumpled passive optical frames. "I bet you have a-- little *tiny* pecker, huh?!" the malicious vixen carried on. "That's why you're so afraid to SHOW it to me!!" Gwen sawed her wrists with wicker cuffs and popped her heels with tarmac hiny nylon. "Do you even get turned *on* by girls, DOLL-face!?? Do we need to find you a little fuck boy so he can-- stick his cock in your ass and blow a fuckin' fudge bomb, you FUCKIN' FAGGOT?!?" Lloyd observed his feral captive filing crystal lumbar soot with her bridled wrists. "And, here I thought--" "rrRAAAH!!" Gwen ferociously interrupted. "I hope you get raped and die of AIDS, you fuckin'-- gay mother fucker!!" Lloyd furrowed withdrawn eyebrow chocolate behind his espresso forehead fountain. "And, here I thought you were in *luhhve* with me," the blase colt vacantly taunted. "*Fuck* you, dick sucker!" the fussy minx fired between angry chompers. Gwen observed Hailey's boot cap breach her denim bucket coal and stir desert dust. Penny sealed trunk asphalt formed breast peaks straining licorice shoulder harnesses. Kiwi arm pendulums swooped tangerine spotted cream fingers under graphite neck lace. Somber emeralds split apricot flaps under silicate aids spanning lengthy hair flames. Grim lip bismuth under dainty nose beads interrupted Hailey's rose dusted cheek pine. Gwen skimmed the lanky dutchess' innocuous garments and peeled disgusted bicuspids. "You're such a fuckin' geek," the pissy dame shared before forging a sinister smirk. "I just lahhhve listening to you blather in Mister Tinney's class-- like you're a fuckin' scientist or some shit." Gwen dusted hateful neck cream with raven scalp strands by shaking arrogant jowls. "Too bad the *real* world doesn't work that way, sweetie." Hailey probed Gwen's hazel irises, then turned and sifted the trunk of Lloyd's Cammy. "In ten years, this piece of shit'll-- dump your ass for some skank!" Gwen carried on. "And, *you'll* be sucking diseased cock for CRACK MONEY!!" Hailey swiveled knee length hiny pentagons and presented chlorophyll chest facets. She collected baseball wood extending jagged screw points and relished a random gust. Gwen scanned cosmic twinkles spotting ozone indigo above a line of radiation citrus. "Ohh, you brought a little *kid's* toy--" the spiteful wench sarcastically droned. "I didn't re-al-yyyze." Hailey dangled Louisville tacks by denim bells and saundered past Gwen's antsy hulk. Gwen sifted nylon clouded shoulder ceramic and scoped Hailey's asphalt draped tuchus. "Lemme guessss--" the licorice stranded pessimist banefully sassed. "Either we tell you where Josh is-- or you start swingin' that fucking thing around. Yeah??" Hailey neared scrawny wrists and ankles wound across Cole's sweat coated buttocks. Saline secretions drizzled his nipple coils and amber felt parting his thigh gristle. Silver tape strapping his cheek stubble embedded sawdust and espresso scalp fluffs. The lanky pervert floundered coaster pupil pennies and dispatched muffled protests. "Sure, Gwehhn--" Hailey ominously croaked above lime peel, bicep corduroy. "*That's* why we brought you here. To talk about Josh." Hailey glimpsed Cole's noggin sawdust, then loaded bat spikes and siphoned a breath. "eaaAAHHH!!" the ginger doe expelled before spearing Cole's scalp plaster. "WOOooo!" Gwen watched her puny cohort's jagged cheeks and vanilla hair fluffs topple his ribs. "ahh--" the raven mopped maiden mournfully aspirated. Hailey torqued stubborn slugger pine, causing Cole's limp noodle to crack his neck. "Ohh-- shit," Hailey blathered while sloshing Cole's lifeless cheeks with hair cream. "Mother-- fuck-er--" "Ahhh!" Gwen morbidly squawked while watching her shaggy chum's glasses pack caliche. Hailey braced Cole's scapula barbs with boot foam and churned Louisville neck butter. "Well-- Jee-sus fahhck-ing Ch-rist!" Lloyd's ginger mistress impatiently droned. Gwen drizzled scalp cola and coal fogged nipples along her agitated thigh custard. "AAaa--! ehh--! ehh--! ehhh--!" the licorice mopped vixen grievously wailed. Gwen sawed her tarmac kidney veil with wispy wrist twine and sucked hateful gasses. "AAAHHH!!" Hailey freed Cole's stubborn crown gristle and sank his startled face in desert talc. Ruby squirts bridged Cole's peg board scalp with bat darts, then sprinkled his ribs. Hailey winced before tensioning tender calf ligaments above Cole's spindly spine. Kyle ogled Hailey's syrupy beater spokes and strained linking ulna and ankle wicker. "MMMmmm--!" the prone stud groaned across tape wire while airing sweaty leg sprouts. Hailey sifted Kyle's caramel head curls and relished a breeze cooling cheek saline. She aligned her asphalt tibia chute with slugger pine and paraded parched palm curd. "You got my water, baby?" Hailey extruded from winded speech tulips. Lloyd hurled icy bottle plastic across his giddy girlfriend's droopy grasping meat. Hailey freed crystal threads and flooded eager mouth meat with freezing glacial melt. "Having trouble staying HYDRATED, today," Hailey passed across arctic bicuspids. "For *suhhm* rea-son--" the cardomom princess grated while searing Kyle's optic ale. "eeeAAAAA!!" Gwen blared between mortified features topping murky trunk charcoal. Lloyd dangled a plush cigarette near his shmoopy's aqua choking, skillet throat lace. Hailey observed her stud sparking cherry lighter plastic, then offered her ball bat. "You want a turn, honey-bunches?" the bubbly red-head jubilantly offered. Lloyd formed a smirk around filter paper and accepted Hailey's birch Louisville grip. He shaded gold and ruby scapula bands with club points before thumping Kyle's dome. "Motha--! Fucker--!" Lloyd ejected while popping the helpless gambler's muted noodle. "Like--! That--! Piece uh--! Shit?!" Lloyd carried on while scattering berry compote. Gwen skimmed pitch boot caps breaching Hailey's raven bells with shivering cheeks. Hailey tipped chilly runoff across menthol gloss and eyed Gwen's saline soaked face. The grim minx observed Hailey lapping brisk droplets above spinach shirt crevices. "You're a-- fuckin' PSYCHOPATH!!" Gwen gushed between pissy chompers. Hailey siphoned refreshing liquid soaking her speech wax, causing her lips to pop. "Between the two of us-- you think *I'm* a pyschopath?" the cunning damsel retorted. "You're an ID-EE-OT!!" Hailey's desperate hostage childishly paraded. "Ev-rybody HATES YOU!! That cop's gonna-- lock you up! And then, Lloyd's gonna dump your ass! And, you're gonna live the rest of your life alone in a TRAILOR PARK!!" Hailey rolled her eyes and sloshed impatient bottle substrate along her hip graphite. "I hope you choke on his little-- pen-cil dick, you fuckin' slut!" "Do you WANNA know where Josh is, or nahht?!" Allie grated across peeved vocal cords. "Oh-- FUHHCK!" Gwen fired at her conniving comrade's forehead pitch and vision ozone. "What the fuck do *you* know, dumb-ass??" Gwen examined Hailey's emerald peeper window panes and oscillated tactful cheek curd. "*Don't* listen to that-- dumb cunt," Gwen appended before glimpsing Allie's bangs. "She doesn't know a FUCKING THING!!" "They'll be at the city water tower, to-NIGHT!!" Allie chimed while she had a chance. "Shut-UHHP, you id-i-ot!" Gwen sniped while conking Allie's temple with a skull mace. Allie expelled jolted gasses before departing her calf hammock and pummeling caliche. "Shut your fucking MOUTH!!" Hailey toppled Gwen's antsy trunk by hammering her scalp with treads lining her boot. She tucked her water bottle and hoisted Allie's clumsy tuchus lace along her heels. The mango fox cuddled Allie's quaky bicep cream with clover wrist fleece and sighed. Allie probed Hailey's warm optic jade and pried a hapless grin from her lip bismuth. "*Which* water tower?" Hailey asked before tossing her bottle into Lloyd's trunk. "The-- one on Main Street," Allie recalled while watching Hailey stack wrist clover. "Allie! You fucking ass-hole!!" Gwen shrieked. The agitated minx stirred a talcum cloud balancing crystal bicep soot above her hips. She watched Lloyd poise bloody screws and cancer fumes by Hailey, then forge a smirk. "Can I-- help you with something, faggot??" Hailey retrieved her dad's boot pistol from her pocket and sighted Allie's eye ozone. "AAaaa--" the crow feathered damsel grated across shivering vocal ridges. Gwen scrutinized her mortified sidekick's plum stained ocular frames, discretely. "Stupid-ass," Allie's sadistic cohort hatefully commented. Hailey observed her pitiful victim topple trembling hair slate between her shoulders. She sifted her boyfriend's chocolate forehead knots using surreptitious eye emeralds. "...do it..." Lloyd whispered with nodding cheek points carrying optic coals. Hailey tamped a joyous grin tugging her carnation lip wax and targeted Allie's dome. "Al-lieee--" the carrot stranded vixen playfully hummed. Hailey watched her hopeless hostage hang sobbing precipice barbs from collar frays. "Allie!" Allie uprooted a radish neck stripe above YKC t-shirt artwork and faced twin barrels. Hailey expelled exhausted gasses and lowered her dad's gun before folding kiwi ulnas. "Convince me-- not to kill you," the spicy hen fired at Allie's startled sight opals. "Whoooooa--!" Allie's agitated companion hooted between disgusted speech hams. "W-Wait a fuckin' minute. Wahht??" Hailey sifted Allie's pupil blue jays across optic prisms and lapped menthol shellac. "Take your time, if you need to," the thoughtful dutchess patiently urged. "Ohh-- what the fuck is *this*??" Gwen snarled before ogling her buddy's wet cheeks. "Allie, tell that-- psycho-bitch to go FUCK HERSELF!!" "You wanna knowww--" the despondent pixie attentively interjected. "If you can-- t-rust me??" Hailey flattened an adoring smile consuming her considerate precipice limestone. "I think that trust is-- not really the issue, here," the cardomom hen warmly shared. "She's-- tor-tur-ing us!" Gwen belted from wild facial custard parting raven drapes. "Just-- shoot us and get it over with, you FREAK!!" "G-wehhn!" Hailey fired at her vicious critic's ravenous emotive traits. "If you don't shut the fuck up, I'm gonna start-- carving tiny pieces out of your disgusting FACE!!" "Wudda you-- *mean* trust isn't the issue??" Allie meticulously droned. Hailey acknowledged Lloyd's hapless chuckling and studied his shaggy sideburn coffee. "She's smart," Hailey's boyfriend dubiously vocalized. "You gotta give her *that*." "What are you two-- id-i-ots talking abowwwt?!" Gwen hatefully sniped. "Gahhd, you guys are dumb!!" "Am I gonna have to-- tape your fuckin' mouth shut, so I can finish this conversation??" Hailey impatiently posed. "I am *not*-- that smart," Allie fired at Hailey's silicate vision veils. "I'm not smart like YOU guys." "I think 'honest' is the word that Lloyd was looking for," Hailey sternly reflected. "Ohhh--" the cinnamon lioness' shaggy boyfriend considerately croaked. "Yeah, I think you're right." "I don't need you to be *smart*, Allie," Hailey carried on using somber lip bismuth. "I need you to PROVE it to me." The thoughtful ginger probed Allie's forehead crow feathers and paraded rifled tubes. "Prove to me-- that you're worth keeping alive." Allie searched Hailey's vision emeralds and constricted callous ocular toothpaste. "Give me your bat," the licorice mopped vixen coldly instructed. "Oh-- what the FUCK?!" Gwen ejected from revolted cheek custard. "G-WEN!" Hailey shouted before aiming nine millimeter cannons between hazel irises. "Shut your fucking MOUTH!!" "Un-tie meee--" Allie ruthlessly contested. "And, give me your bat." Hailey scanned folded wrist kale, then pocketed her pistol and piloted asphalt bells. "Hey, just-- HOLD ON A SECOND!!" Gwen morbidly protested. "What *is* this bullshit?!" Hailey braced tarmac hiny drapes with heel tar and picked Allie's wicker wrist knots. "...don't make me regret this..." Hailey whispered above Allie's shoulder cream. Gwen strained spindly strands connecting forearm porcelain to her Achilles quartz. "Allie, you FAHHCK!!" Gwen shrilled across irritated speech salmon. Allie collected mango claws along her hip pudding and embedded Hailey's bustler soot. Hailey soothed Allie's bicep yogurt and nuzzled her temple coal with grinning cheeks. She cuddled Allie's waist cola and helped stabilize her toe embers along desert dust. Allie poised raven tuchus lace beside Lloyd and offered twine marked wrist custard. Lloyd sifted Allie's blue raspberry peepers between knotted, chocolate hair strands. He pinched a cigarette cinder before stomping it flat and pocketing a caramel filter. Gwen watched Lloyd occupy Allie's heartless palm with spoked pine using fiery irises. "Allieee! You fuckin' coward!!" the sour wench blared between sulking teeth. Allie secured frosty bat glaze and ogled Gwen's optic gold beyond vile deltoid dairy. Allie's hateful counterpart grinded panty graphite with agitated, forearm sash cord. "You're a TRAITOR, Allie! I *hate* you! I fucking HATE YOU!!" "rrRAAAHH!!" Gwen's dejected plaything snarled while hoisting screws by her scapulas. Allie impacted her cruel chum's lip salmon and cheek cream, snapping her meager neck. She dispatched claret squirts along jagged threads by torquing Gwen's limp precipice. Allie trickled buttermilk breasts penetrating licorice chest fog with cherry syrup. She stomped delicate rib nylon with neon digit caps and liberated blood soaked tacks. The wicked damsel beat her crabby cohort's dangling dome and expelled feral squawks. Hailey and Lloyd watched Allie scatter cortex until her club vacated sherbet talons. Allie suspended shivering arms and scanned her lifeless buddy's crimson cheek smears. The shaken maid expelled sharp breaths under stunned eye ozone and clawed tense lips. Allie gushed mindless puffs between woven talon sparks and extruded steamy tears. Hailey braced choker lace and chin curd with folded digits and stepped next to Allie. She felt like comforting her peeved companion, but she wasn't sure how she'd react. "Jesus fucking Ch-rist, Allie--" Hailey blurted from jolted lip bismuth. Allie unsealed azure slats above wadded mouth seams and probed Hailey's lime peepers. The petrified doe waded Egypt soil and embedded Hailey's penny sealed bustler coal. Allie's spicy hostess wrapped her kidneys with arm kiwis and sighed across hair soot. "You guys are--" Hailey's quaking cuddler fumbled between tortured speech hams. Allie slurped chilly gasses and wrung her carrot mopped savior's lumbar asphalt. "You're not gonna kill meee-ee-ee??" "Hawww-- No, Allie," Hailey exhaled using winded vocal ridges. The ginger fox bellowed affectionate steam across Allie's shivering noggin graphite. "Th-Th-Thank Gahhd--" Allie graciously blabbered. Hailey nested her loopy companion's noodle and stroked her rear scalp crow feathers. "Ahh, Allieee--" Hailey grimly hooted. "Believe me-- we *wanted* to." Allie expelled a pensive huff and detected Hailey's regretful precipice oscillating. "We wanted this to be easy. But, it just-- It didn't make any SENSE. You know?" Allie abandoned Hailey's clover sleeves, then flaunted cherry and lemon chest digits. "But, like-- I'm a witness," the nervous mistress fumbled between grave lip hams. Hailey stacked thoughtful wrist chlorophyll and tilted limestone emotive features. "Hey-- I saw what *you* just did, too," the mango stranded mermaid challenged. "Well, o-kayyy--" Allie sorrowfully aspirated. "But, I mean--" "Also-- where ARE we, right now??" Allie's cardomom advisor requisitioned. Allie skimmed Hailey's optic crystals, then scanned citrus light tracing the horizon. "Oh, ssshit," the vacant vixen hissed while searching caliche bracing Lloyd's tires. "You see?" Hailey hummed across bubble gum mouth frost. "It's all taken *care* of. Ev-rybody's covered." The enchanting dutchess lapped menthol speech gloss and gripped Allie's bicep cream. "By the way-- you gotta wear another pillow case on the way back." Allie shared grateful gasses and skimmed eye coals breaching Lloyd's coffee hair mop. "You guys are-- for real??" the hesitant minx shyly probed. Lloyd paraded ozone trunk steel above rose, daisy, ivory, and pitch shoulder streaks. "Check it *out*," the murky maverick mysteriously commented. Allie sifted waxy grips like broomsticks and prodded Lloyd's glittering ocular tar. "Wahht?" the tentative vixen vacuously groaned. "I-I don't get it." Lloyd chuckled, then dragged a spade shovel tip over the lip of his automotive box. "We brought three shov-els, Allie," Hailey's muddy cohort soberly reflected. Allie observed Lloyd hoisting pointed digging graphite and siphoned a sharp breath. "Ohh--" the bungling mistress hooted between salmon oral seams. "Now, move your ass," Hailey brazenly instructed while snatching a digging grip. "We've got a couple of hours to get to our first period classes. And-- you're not even ready for school, yet." Hailey's graphite stroked underling tugged handle pine with tangerine spotted digits. "You're gonna *kill* Josh and them, right?" Allie cautiously probed. "They raped my FRIEND, Allie," Hailey fumbled across agitated lip bismuth. "Wudda *you* think??" "Riiight--" Allie grated under jolted ocular opals. "Sorry I asked." Hailey spiked caliche powder dusting her leather boot pitch with pointed grave steel. "You wanna *go* with us?" the magma sprouted damsel offered. "Fahhck no--" Allie extruded from mortified facial points. "Hailey, please. I've-- I've had enough for one day." "*That's* fine, Allie," Hailey tenderly responded while flaunting sympathetic digits. "I was just ask-eeng." The spicy countess exchanged a hapless smirk, then acknowledged her busy boyfriend. "We've gotta hurry." Allie trailed her carrot mopped escort and collected her cozy, apricot tipped digits. "You really *did* kill Joe, Tommy, Gary, and Tatum, right??" the antsy minx prodded. Allie observed Hailey's cornea gems glaring at her from the corners of her eyes. "M-Ms. Goodwin?" Allie followed up. "Travis and Jennifer? And, Paul and Vicky??" Hailey guided her chatty companion beside winding mesquite branches and dry thorns. "M-M-Martin?" "Can you *prove* any of that?" Allie's ginger hostess sternly demanded. The slate plumed vixen scanned Hailey's chilly sight jade and jiggled nervous cheeks. "N-No," Allie conceded before breaking desert topsoil. "Nope." Hailey secured aqua page marks along an oak desk using sunlight striped, finger pine. She skimmed library leaflets using emerald irises underneath rectangular sight glass. Flame curtains framed carnation lip gloss and nose hominy topping raven neck lace. Licorice suspended slate peaks along spinach shirt pickets overflowing Hailey's arms. The ginger doe scribed "f =" using a filament departing mechanical pencil candy corn. She enclosed "1, 2, 3" above "2, 3, 1" using parentheses spanning twin sheet cells. She divined "1, 2, 3" and "2, 1, 3" for "g", then "1, 3, 2" for a "g o f" lower set. Wednesday surfed beige tile, wine spots with boot latex topping platforms and spikes. Puffed sleeve soot framing split chest net lashed tar talons along raven skirt linen. Coal breast baskets formed slender waist graphite bundling agitated thigh pudding. Pissy eye frost riding ivory cheek barbs waded asphalt bangs above ruby lip velvet. Blueberry back pack denim strained skillet deltoid weaves and beat Wednesday's spine. The glum goth tossed her bag by Hailey's digit embers and scooted lemon seat plastic. She plopped down and stacked fishnet dividing her clavicle with pillowy sleeve coal. Hailey watched her antsy comrade share a hateful huff before slurping a sharp breath. "What the fuck did you *do*??" Wednesday brashly demanded. Hailey probed her buddy's eyes before resting a pencil lemon and folding ulna kale. "I'd sayyy-- you already KNOW the answer to that question," the surly ginger croaked. "G-wen wasn't in my Chemistry class, today," the pasty brunette rambled. "And-- Cole and Kyle were absent from my U-S History class." Hailey focused passive pupil jade and grazed choker lace with shrugging bicep clover. "You don't sayyy," the limestone damsel vacantly hummed. "Hai-ley!" Wednesday gushed between gritted chiclets cleaving ruby lips. The wiry vixen popped table oak framing her bag denim with pitch tipped finger knots. She siphoned frosty gasses and paraded curious palm custard exiting cola sleeve silk. "But, Allie-- *was* in my Chemistry class??" Hailey displaced wrist chlorophyll with irritated jugs and expelled a lengthy breath. "Where the hell *were* you, this morning??" Wednesday recklessly pried. Hailey scanned Wednesday's fiery ocular ozone and rocked clover shoulder facets. "Some-- place outside of town," Wednesday's spicy comrade explained. "Out in the middle of the desert." Hailey's frustrated companion tipped raven locks between hissy scapulas and sighed. "You went with *Lloyd*, I take it?" Wednesday deduced while flapping eye makeup. The exhausted maiden folded tarmac wrist puffs and presented puzzled peeper frames. "Why didn't you kill Allie?" Hailey toppled emerald irises above stacked arm limes and sloshed tender scalp peach. "I couldn't have *lived* with myself," the ginger dutchess aspirated. Wednesday embedded azure book denim with silk elbow soot and kneaded grim eye flaps. Hailey abided her chum rocking palm cream with sobs, then grazed her temple licorice. "...wednesday--" Wednesday swatted citrus talons and uprooted cornea cherries above slate wrist cuffs. "Don't-- fuckin' *touch* me!" Hailey's disgusted cohort squeezed between tamped teeth. The cardomom dame folded chlorophyll wrist ridges above teal striped math scribbles. "Just-- don't," Wednesday blurted before swiping mascara trickles soaking her cheeks. "We know where *Josh* is gonna be, tonight," Hailey shared using somber lip bismuth. "Jesus Ch-rist, Hailey," the revolted goth girl fumbled between velvet mouth rubies. "When is this gonna stahhp??" Wednesday searched pitch ocular makeup staining her shaky finger swirls and sighed. "You're-- terr-i-ble!" Hailey's agitated companion conked wine and coal linoleum spots with her back pack. "You and Lloyd, I swearrr--" The raven feathered pixie tore bronze zipper teeth and sifted messy school supplies. "Did you-- kill the bitch, or wahht??" Wednesday joylessly demanded. "Allie killed Gwen," Hailey fired at eye snow frosting her pal's coal forehead veil. "She *beat* her to death." "Wow, that's-- fucked up," Wednesday passed between mournful speech roses. The sulky doe shuffled wadded sheets and skidded her desk with hefty paperback slats. "Getcher-- book out, Hailey," Wednesday instructed. "Your Henry, the Fifth book. Didn't Mister Watts loan you another copy, last time?" Wednesday observed her friend extract transcript cellulose from her tomato book sack. She spied her searching graphite copier stamps, then paraded licorice nail acrylic. "I'll-- *go* with you. All-right?" Wednesday remorsefully conceded. Hailey adored her troubled companion rabidly skimming pretentious character dialog. "Now, what-- fuckin' page are we on??" Wednesday's spicy comrade heralded twin paragraph junctions and poked tar page marks. She examined tie soot dividing fishnet breast pitch above her friend's asphalt dress. "You look like Death, by the way," Hailey passively commented. "Fuck you, very much," Wednesday snapped using porcelain precipice points. The pallid minx sifted sleeve limes framing copper bustler seals with ocular teal. "You-- look like you're auditioning for a kid's T-V show. Just saying." Harris cranked window glass between door caramels using ozone cuffed finger sausages. Gold seams and police patches sutured the grumpy officer's ocean britches and biceps. "Harris" engraved a silver coated plate topping his matching, shirt pocket badge. Shoe licorice bracing fresh asphalt escaped Officer Harris' blueberry slacks. Cornflower irises embedded angular cheeks above the enforcer's chrome lip bristles. Snowy strands spanned his forehead and crown above hair buds salting his temples. Harris observed Hailey's tar boot caps skimming denim soot tubas along cement quartz. Butterscotch candies fastened V-chest, trunk tarmac above jean graphite, hip curves. Clover arm facets bracing pitch deltoid pasta swooped citrus tipped finger limestone. Lava hair filaments dusted tomato book canvas beating Hailey's lanky lumbar arches. Smirking bismuth pierced cheek pine bracing ocular emeralds and sun blasted crystals. Officer Harris admired the vivid dutchess gracing car lot turf with pliant platforms. "Wellll-- Hello, Ms. Holloway," the zinc matted deputy kindly croaked. Wednesday evacuated gutter stone beside her friend using rubber mats and heel spikes. Her skimpy dress cola sailed thigh custard overlooking latex Achilles collars. The glum goth gripped blue jean straps framing clavicle fishnet with tarmac talons. She presented frosty peepers and ruby lips above neck cream departing collar twine. Harris adored raven curtains dusting Wednesday's face barbs and bobbed his head. "Ms. Williams," the tender patrolman regarded. The girls discovered Detective Moore unhatching his Cutler's amber steering column. The covert gumshoe paraded rusty hair and eye cracks above coat cactus and car honey. He flashed teal shirt silk and tie ozone by nestling paint coffee with finger pleats. "Ohhh--" Detective Moore absently groaned. "Good afternoon, ladies." The hapless agent piled forehead pudding with brow carrots and flaunted index crimps. "Boy-- it's a good thing you didn't go to that rave, Ms. Holloway." Wednesday probed gravel parting latex kicks with guilty pupils and tongued her cheek. "We *did* go," Hailey whimsically indulged. Moore crumpled wary optic tar and ogled Hailey stacking bustler coal with ulna kale. "Youuu-- *did* go??" the analytical wizard casually pried. "Hey-- YOU pointed it out to me," Moore's cardomom visitor thoughtfully responded. "And, well--" "It sucked!" Wednesday cooperatively chimed. "Yeah, there was this huuuge fight!" Hailey agreed while heralding lime bicep slats. "*I* got trampled!" Wednesday blurted while parading raven fishnet dividing her ribs. "Pretty sure somebody fired a guhhn in that place--" Hailey vacantly appended. Harris sank into Moore's front, passenger's seat and presented sarcastic lip arcs. "Huhhh--" Detective Moore sorely grumbled. "...they're innocent, moorrre..." Officer Harris discretely grated. "...i'm tell-ing you..." Detective Moore situated scotch britches and sloppy shoe scraps along his pilot area. The rivaling duo crunched espresso doors while Moore cranked spiteful ignition tangs. Moore strained elastic restraint ale, then paraded alarming frays with worn knuckles. "Boy, I really gotta get this fixed," the reckless gumshoe directed at the girls. "You knowww-- I was supposed to do that, today?? But, I forgot." Moore fastened chrome treated belt fixtures and greeted Harris' disgusted eye opals. "Good God, Moore!" Officer Harris shouted at his chauffeur's weathered face crumples. "Ser-i-ous-ly??" "Detective Moooore--" Hailey griped while engaging the sleuth with neon pointer wax. "You-- get your seat belt fixed! What if you crash your car??" "Tomorrow, Ms. Holloway--" Detective Moore vacuously blathered. "I'll do it, tomorrow." "Riiight--" Officer Harris passed across silver mustache bristles. "So, you keep saying." "FIRST THING TOMORROW MORNING, Harris--" the impatient inspector hatefully rehashed. Wednesday watched Moore's chocolate Cutler leave, then clawed indigo shoulder hoists. "Where's Lloyd?" the pasty vixen asked her ginger companion. "*I'm* fuckin' exhausted." Wednesday's bread loaf radio graphite hosted grill wafers shaped like sticky notes. Cassette punch buttons and CD shirt sutures topped poker covers fogging tape spools. Quartz "Sanaphonic" characters and liquid crystal digit soot split speaker saucers. Sifter's grungy bass thumps and drum clunks contoured chords like sunrise sirens. Neoprene reinforcement discs braced tarnished metal the depth of a sink counter. Grips hooded twin rust tubs storing panties, stockings, bras, and PJs five rows high. "How can we carrrr-y ahhn?" Sifter's vocalist howled during ascending strokes. "Y'know deep down, you feel the sayyyme--" Zinc dowels wove dual bookshelves below triple CD case racks among iron ruler struts. Square tubing cradled Wednesday's paperbacks, manuals, and polystyrene music crystal. Seaweed horn plastic housing wire and vents presented fifteen inch phosphor glass. Turquoise fog headlined porcelain slats framing electron sparked display characters. Ibuprofen gel caps marked floppy drive and CD-ROM bays parting teal tweeter grates. Wednesday's cola claws bordered keyboard moss walling pearl stroked button licorice. Dinner roll mouse kelp formed switch covers edging scroll disc, cable, and palm curd. Angular chrome trimmed the dejected goth mistress' espresso work table frost. Wednesday rode tar seat, penny rivets and oak rails with silk trunk and elbow soot. Neck custard hoisted charcoal curtains beyond solemn forehead cream and cheek barbs. Arctic irises and ruby lips nested comatose face ceramic topping raven chest fishnet. Pitch bosom frames draped knee pleats above meager arches filling crystal nylon dots. The grave vixen watched a flashing box near "smash" and "greater than" dairy symbols. She crunched "sphynx firestarter.org" under citrus text columns using chiclet coffee. She gazed cautiously before appending "clear" with a semi-colon and popping "return". Cherry-mango digit flames and "firestarter.org" ozone led "login" talc plus a colon. Wednesday entered "witchywitch13" before raising eight cryptic "password" asterisks. Drum taps joined acoustic strumming with distorted thumps during icy vocalizations. "A mixing bowl of vile ego--" Sifter's frontman shared. "Hateful thoughts, we meld--" Tangerine dots fired: "Welcome to firestarter dot org. For a list of commands, type 'help' and press return." Wednesday keyed "follow-list" using digit yogurt expanding graphite wrist bridles. Vivid glyphs echoed Wednesday's groups, including the cyan title "dRoP iN a BuCkEt". The languid damsel connected using a rosy value beside that handle: "join #569686". Wednesday examined blueberry emissions forging "witchywitch13" followed by twin dots. She mirrored a reckless plea for connected onlookers: "ever think bout suicide?" She watched ivory characters repeat the message following her username and a carrot. "narcissus12> DO IT witchywitch13!!!!" manifested within fifteen seconds. "cLoWnYfAcE69> LOL witchywitch13 needs to get layed" appeared shortly afterwards. "nailgun666> " headed the thoughtful response: "wutta fuckin loser xD". Wednesday lapped nauseated lip rubies and sifted chilling language with teal peepers. "Ccan't get a refill, huh????" a user "ICARUS1349" sarcastically prodded. "bennysaurus8888BC> " precipitated "1) Point gun at head. 2) Pull trigger. 3) R.I.P." Hailey's bleak bud nested typing moss with elbow soot and clawed raven scalp strands. "daemongirl666" shared "u guyz r assholes!!" after a greater than symbol and space. Wednesday watched dome shaped display glass and awaited additional dismal conjecture. "srsly tho, use box cuttr", the previously sympathetic user randomly appended. "You should kill yourself with a hammer!" a user "poisson321" chimed. "No one ever uses a hammer." "BEESbuzzbuzz99" loaded "that time o the month", followed by a snark from "bl000ttr". "Can I have ur computer??" "uhazherpes9898> I read pills are the way to go. Like a bunch of aspirin?" came next. Wednesday ogled thoughtless stupidity and swept uneasy cheeks with temple licorice. "aww, hell" a user "stapleTONGUE233" uploaded. "just make some nice toast" filled a second line. "in the bathtub ;)" finalized the anonymous nihilist's thoughts. "queenbtch747> everytime i try, i fuck it up" materialized below. "404notfound> wtf u want us to do abut it?" soon followed. "AussieDownUnda125" sent three separate messages. "WW13 WOW UR ONE DUMB CUNT" Wednesday joylessly read. "AussieDownUnda125> U DONT DESERVE THE LIFE U BEEN GIVEN" came afterwards. "AussieDownUnda125> DROWN URSELF IN YOUR OWN TEARS" appeared last. "stapleTONGUE233> srsly, tho" roused Wednesday's grim suspicions. "stapleTONGUE233> you, computer, bathtub" manifested after that. "stapleTONGUE233> are you writing this down?" Wednesday mashed forehead cream with palm hide and tilled tarmac bangs with nail tar. "Fuck that the computers mine!!!! lolol" bl000ttr thoughtfully responded. "poisson321> Or a chainsaw." appeared, followed by "poisson321> :\". "stapleTONGUE233> bl000ttr i dont think its working anymore :(" materialized. "bl000ttr> stapleTONGUE233 Well the keyboards broke. It can be salvaged?" came next. Mango talons and kiwi limb pickets braced Wednesday's painted wood, door frame riser. Pane frosted eye emeralds rode rosy cheek pine framing lip bismuth under hair flames. Espresso lace gripped slender throat custard entering elliptical trunk chlorophyll. Deltoid licorice flaunted convergent bust tarmac presenting butterscotch sutures. Denim leg chutes formed asphalt road cones above glistening, tomato ankle sprouts. Crystal veils fogged instep pine between banana, cherry, plum, and juniper streaks. Icy vocalizations and guitar strumming descended ear canals bracing saxophone struts. Hailey shared a sigh and sifted graphite strands parting her buddy's agitated digits. "Wednesday, who *is* this?" the peaceful ginger curiously inquired. Wednesday uncovered bronze dusted eye coves and folded pitch talons beyond ruby lips. "Sifter," Hailey's graphite feathered sidekick solemnly exchanged. Wednesday keyed "control" plus "X", signaling her browser to print an interface. She mashed "quit", causing her "clear" command to wipe idiocy with an empty prompt. Wednesday reversed rubber chair balls under oak struts using translucent foot soot. She grazed frosty roller branches with silk soles bearing coal and ivory polka dots. Hailey dangled hair flames from stacked ulna limes along her friend's tarmac bedding. Wednesday scooted her desk chair beside her bed and cradled attentive cheek quartz. "I can make you a copy," Wednesday vacantly offered. Hailey rolled ab pennies and cycled striped plantar mats behind roomy hiny asphalt. "O-kay," Wednesday's ginger counterpart passed between bubbly magma drapes. Wednesday skimmed her friend's lace neck jewelry and probed her emerald pupil facets. "I need-- help with my algebra homework," the reluctant goth girl somberly shared. "All-righ-ight--" Hailey gushed between consoling chuckles. "It's a deal, then." Wednesday sprouted licorice spotted cream fingers and pleated disgusted temple dairy. "Not-- right now, though," Hailey's reluctant cohort appended. "That shit's not due 'til Monday." "Oh, my Gah-ahhd--" Hailey huffed across delighted chortles. "If you just finish it right nowww-- then, it'll already be done!" Wednesday mashed pumpkin pie ocular makeup with mortified, porcelain palm pillows. "Hailey, nooo--" Wednesday exhaustedly grumbled. "Pleeease--" Wednesday's mom erected her shapely face above licorice straps framing chest custard. Hair coal dusted bicep mayonnaise framing supple jugs hoisting raven trunk silk. Thigh curd departed rims of soot shorts and poised calf curves above pitch toe caps. Mrs. Williams rocked tar talons beyond frosty eye teal and searched the girls' faces. "You girls, just-- not gonna sleep anymorrre--??" Wednesday's momma ominously probed. Hailey braced knuckle pine above spinach shoulder elastic and sprang apricot brows. "Hey, I've been *trying* to go to sleep for like-- twooo hours," Hailey misdirected. "SHE keeps-- waking me up--" "You little-- ly-ing-- s-lut!" Wednesday chirped while shaking raven digit dots. "Oh, my God!!" Mrs. Williams forged a cautious smile with velvet lips and ogled Hailey's eye jade. "Ohh, it's not *you* I'm worried about--" Wednesday's cunning caregiver snarked. Wednesday shuffled agitated finger knots escaping cola bridles beside her shoulders. "mmMahhhm!" the irritated mistress squawked. "Isn't it time for your-- bed-time happy pills??" Mrs. Williams tapped panel paint with talon tar and scanned her daughter's eye frost. "Wednesday, if I have trouble getting you out of bed--" the testy queen warned. "I'm gonna drag you to the car, drive you to school, and-- kick your ass out in the PARKING lot." "Well, hey--" Mrs. Williams' feisty offspring snarked among cunning palm custard. "Maybe *you* just need to-- make sure you're ready to go, tomorrow morning. Maybe *I'm* tired of you-- makin' me late ev-ry day." Wednesday's mom skimmed her kiddo's pupil iceburgs and lapped luscious speech frames. "You can WALK, if you want," the pissy hallway wanderer coldly dictated. Wednesday expelled defeated gasses across ruby lip arcs and nested pitch bicep puffs. Mrs. Williams probed Hailey's cheek pine and sifted her daughter's soot chin drapes. "And, stop-- s-moking in here!" Wednesday's momma grated across crabby vocal streaks. "You don't think I can *smell* that?? I can smell it across the whole houwwse!" "It was Hai-ley!" Wednesday belted while acknowledging her buddy's kiwi chest fleece. Mrs. Williams scanned rose brushed face barbs bedding Hailey's woven knuckle birch. The cunning mistress examined her caregiver's frosty peepers and lapped lip menthol. "I've got a reeeal problem, Misses Williams," Hailey jokingly conceded. "I'm like a-- fiend." "Stop smoking in your room, Wednesday," Mrs. Williams fired at her daughter's face. Wednesday directed playful index licorice at her momma's stern precipice buttermilk. "You don't have proof of-- ANY-thing!" Wednesday gushed between persistent chiclets. "Wednesday, your dahhd--" Mrs. Williams harshly vocalized. "*He's* about ready to KILL you." The wacky minx tongued her cheek and directed grim ocular pleats across the hallway. "I think he's getting his guhhn--" "You-- go to bed!" Wednesday pelted while pointing towards the rear of the house. "mmMahhm." Mrs. Williams flashed bubbly grin arcs before skampering over Wednesday's carpet tar. She crimped her cub's neck with bosom and bicep cream, then smooched her temple coal. "Just smoke out-side!" Wednesday's mom judiciously proposed. "It won't stink up the whole house, if you do it out-siiide." "Oh all-riiight, ya ol' battle-axe!" Wednesday griped among her momma's supple jugs. "Jeez." Mrs. Williams nestled her baby's raven scalp sprouts and sifted Hailey's pupil jade. "Good night, sweetieee!" Wednesday's mom erratically beamed. Hailey folded smoky jean tubas below penny ab sutures and nested striped foot pleats. Mrs. Williams perched tarmac toe caps and bundled Hailey's bicep kale with arm dairy. Hailey nuzzled her shepherd's bosom and relished her grazing citrus scalp strands. Digit coals clawed rusted panels the size of closet doors, riveted along razor edges. Biceps reflecting eerie moonlight framed chest apples sloshing pencil eraser nipples. Juniper hair faded plum along chin and cheek points, then cherry beside hopping tits. Teal eye flaps freed kiwi irises above strawberry lips bracing zinc throat spikes. Walnut fingers gripped chalky hips above calf onions, pitch talons, and ivory arches. Pecker sausage departing amber pelvic felt packed a cavern parting coconut cellulite. Rib slats slotted bourbon sprouted, areola salmon topping dimly lit stomach ridges. Optic tar riding angular cheeks sifted blueberry strands under golden scalp puffs. Lengthy walking digits popped teardrop tuchus custard with caramel femur gristle. Cola talons grated shredded wheat panel swirls and beat pelvic amber with ass mousse. "AHH! AHH! AHH! AHH!" Ivy squawked across watermelon mouth wax. Wednesday parked heel tines and three inch mats beside Lloyd's baby blue Cammy paint. She hoisted crow silk hip arcs above moonlit thighs and twine crossed, boot licorice. Raven sleeve puffs framed apple jugs and bridled ulna quartz sprouting pitch talons. Pearl dermis permeated fishnet graphite spanning the solemn damsel's clavicle plate. Graphite cheek drapes boxed charcoal forehead arcs topping Wednesday's optic frost. Valentine sculpted facial ivory engulfed trembling lip rubies bearing her nose pea. The antsy fox sank Lloyd's rear door along his car body and pondered lustful grunts. Lloyd seated asphalt with tarmac shoe scraps and denim beyond Hailey's dreary chum. He extended chocolate chops from lemon, raspberry, licorice, and cream t-shirt marks. He acknowledged carnal bawks by sifting coffee sprouts and forming a curious smirk. Hailey tipped eye emeralds and cabin sparked aids above raven lace gripping her neck. She dangled arm kiwis from collar licorice and pleated nose straws above lip bismuth. She paired poppy straps using mango talons and scooted raven bells with clunky boots. She poised copper tacked bustler tar and eased her rider hatch against Lloyd's Cammy. Lloyd sank his driver's door with hiny coal, dimming light flaring his shirt stripes. Hailey snuck asphalt jean chutes beside her boyfriend and endured savage shrills. "Are you fucking-- kidding me, right now??" Hailey surreptitiously aired. Lloyd shared quiet chuckles and searched "The City of" and "Malley" water tower text. Ivy's palms mashed twin "l"s while Josh cycled his fat cock between her thigh pearls. Slats and hoops braced eight uprights bearing cat walk weaves and triple rail rust. Blimp nose panels fed bucket width pipe sections spanning sixty feet of midnight air. Hailey sifted her roomy pants pocket and aimed twin pistol chutes above amber tubing. "I think I can *shoot* them," the ginger countess sarcastically remarked. "Like-- from HERE." Wednesday uttered mournful laughter before skimming her buddy's lunar sparked cheeks. "Don't forget your gloves," Hailey vacantly appended. In the tank, kiwi light blazed mixing bowl grills along bars spanning rusty arches. Sammy and Bernie stacked arms and faces along railing guarding amber woven walkway. Pickle juice lighting scorched a fifty yard whirlpool exiting stove pipe tubing. Pineapple spokes topped cement sparked cheek barbs lining Sammy's insincere lip arcs. His chin rode cheddar and radish wrist bands above indigo denim wadding shoe checks. Sammy scanned swirls with eye scotch beside broom bristles topping Bernie's face fat. The chunky skater's jaw grapefruit sank coal and mustard ulna plaid beyond polo soot. Blueberry jeans framed cherry shoe canvas with ceramic sutures and soft ball tips. Bernie's optic ozone traced kiwi currents by bronze bottles taxing the boys' fingers. "You think that one *tank* serves the whole Malley-meister?" Bernie philosophized. Sammy guzzled barley flavored suds and followed spiraling, cucumber currents. "Nah, just *part* of it," the concrete sparked hooligan vacuously responded. Sammy hacked phlegm and launched toppling loogie slime across champagne lit rapids. Bernie hoisted dim drinking threads and trickled beer into the city's water supply. "ahhh--" the pudgy nihilist expelled using satisfied mouth blubber. "There you go, Malley." Sammy detected expanded metal thumping his canvas slip-on, cookies and cream squares. "You feel that shit, Berns?" Sammy directed at his soot spoked cohort. Bernie slurped oat soda and crumpled ocular robin eggs with reflective brow graphite. "Feels like-- Josh is gettin' it on with his girl, yo," Bernie whimsically conjured. "Haa! Haa! Haa! Haaa!!" Sammy honked using sadistic face ash. The lemon zested nutcase drowned feral cackles with frosty hops and bobbed his head. "We should give him some *help*, yo." "ssShut the fuck up, fool," Bernie gushed between chuckling beer chompers. Josh observed bucking spinal chalk thrusting hip mousse before yanking striped locks. "ahhh!" Ivy yelped using startled lip strawberries. Josh jolted his minx's aroela pegs and apple tits by mashing them along jagged rust. "AAHHHH!!" Ivy grated across mortified vocal ridges. "It's fuckin' COLD, Josh! Jesus Ch-rist!!" The lanky esquire tugged cherry tips and shoved his girlfriend's custard back seam. "Shut the-- fuck up," Josh barked before reaming Ivy's vulva and prying more squawks. Lloyd breached nearby struts parting triple safety rails with eye coals and hair mud. He flashed a sadistic smirk before gripping horizontal chutes with leather digit tar. He sloshed billiard strained, sock ivory and thrust shirt streaks past ladder guards. He lowered sneaker scraps along steel weaves and slipped beside a rusted safety gap. Hailey's ruby finger ox hide gripped cat walk amber and dangled cue ball sock quartz. Lloyd parked knee tarmac and hoisted Hailey's arm kale, vest asphalt, and bag claret. The flashy ginger paired clodhopper pitch under raven bells and joined her boyfriend. Wednesday observed porking, moonlit flesh with nauseated eye frost under raven bangs. She used bone graphic knuckle coal to hoist clavicle pearl cleaving fishnet graphite. The grim goth uprooted thigh custard and retrieved pistol chrome from calf licorice. She sited Josh's honey scalp puffs with shaking barrels liberated from Hailey's mom. Hailey perceived her flashy comrade's terrified teeth cracking between her rosy lips. She spun Wednesday's feral peepers by grazing silk soot bridling her quivering wrist. Hailey's pitiful pal presented disgusted mouth beeswax, then lowered maple gun grips. Hailey and Lloyd mirrored fan blade, pool swoops beside their opposite hip charcoal. Hailey snuck cheek pearls under hair flames beside Lloyd's coffee sifting jaw toffee. The vicious lovers popped Josh and Ivy's distracted cranium wire with stocking rocks. Wednesday bundled grim face ceramic with puffed sleeve pitch and dangled twin rifles. Hailey strapped Josh's scapula caramel with kale limbs and tensed pissy back tendons. She expelled rabid gasses while tipping Josh's bony carcass above sturdy tubing rust. The jolted skater belted chilling shrills under noggin sails and swatted empty air. He showered icy pavement with brain fragments, spinal strands, and joint cartilage. Lloyd used berry locks to pin Ivy's cadaver along tank rust and ogled nipple sloshes. "Hel-lo, I-veee," the shaggy trickster regarded using bubbly lip arcs. "*You* remember my brother Sal, right??" Josh's startled, goth mistress burrowed antsy talon pitch and peeled cactus peepers. Hailey split tomato back pack, zipper sutures and extracted a lengthy kitchen blade. Lloyd tossed his sock ball and swatted panel rust with Ivy's aorta custard compote. He watched Ivy embed steel with knee chalk and squirt neck spokes with cherry syrup. Ivy's breast pudding packed iron weaves and evacuated a steamy, hemoglobin faucet. Hailey spied her friend's wiry cheeks above shaky finger bones extending boot chutes. Wednesday scanned chartreuse light underlining door amber and lapped ruby lip rubber. "P-P-- Pretty sure Bernie and Sammy are in therrre--" the terrified vixen mustered. Sammy perched railing with slip-on checks and gripped indigo denim with lanky digits. He launched golden whizz across pickle juice rapids using his ham tipped peepee. The rosy hooligan tilted cozy hair corn between his cheddar and radish scapula marks. "ahhhhh--" Sammy graciously purred. "All that-- running water'll make you have to piss, yo." Bernie stacked rail rust with lemon plaid and tipped barley frost between his lips. He detected nine millimeter barrels pressed between his push broom cranium spikes. "...ohh, shee-uhht--" Bernie blabbered using mortified precipice blubber. Lloyd hauled pitch denim crossways and shoved Sammy's tomato checkered, boxer mayo. "Ber-NIEEE!!" the blonde turfed skater belted from startled speech seams. Cucumber sparked rapids funneled Sammy's frenzied limbs towards central bowl panels. Sammy ogled Lloyd's eye coals, Hailey's hair flames, and Wednesday's frosty peepers. He glimpsed barrels departing Wednesday's puffed ulna tarmac targeting Bernie's dome. "bl-thm-bl-thl-bl-thm-bl-thl!" Sammy sprayed while winding rose and corn arm marks. Sammy surmounted kiwi crests while indigo jeans were plucked from his sneaker checks. "uh-HUH! uh-HUA! uh-HAHH!!" the loon hacked before spinning bicep helicopter blades. Sammy gargled swirling coolant while watching hungry drain pipe lacerate his thighs. Sammy arose and belted shrieks that sprang Hailey, Lloyd, and Wednesday's neck hairs. He sank and forfeited lower limb twigs and belly scraps to a bucket width channel. Crimson clouds plus Sammy's guts, ribs, and spinal column swirled a five foot vortex. Wednesday hoisted sickly cheek, cream cheese and peeled antarctic optical facets. "Jesus Ch-rist--" the disgusted dutchess wrangled from leathery lip rubies. "Isn't that-- *your* water supply?" Hailey prodded under stunned eye emeralds. Wednesday clawed speech roses with skeleton digits and aspirated nauseated gasses. "We have a water well. Thank Gahhd--" Hailey's grim sidekick wretched. "aaAAHH!!" Bernie extruded from cheek gelatin supporting terrified hair spokes. "Whoa! Freeze, mother fucker!!" Wednesday belched before konking Bernie's scalp meat. "Ahh! All-riiight, you fuckin' bitch!!" Wednesday's chunky captive hatefully retched. "God dayy-um." Lloyd skimmed Bernie's pickle lighted face jam across hair coffee and formed a smirk. "*You* remember my friend, Wednesday? Right, Bernie??" the shaggy gambler probed. Bernie sifted Lloyd's sinister eye pitch above his coal and mustard, shoulder checks. "This-- bubbly, goth lookin' chick standing behind you?" Hailey flaunted tomato index leather departing wrist clover beside bustler asphalt. "You and this-- piece of shit RAPED her, the other day??" "I fuckin' knowww who you are, dumb-shits!" Bernie belted from shriveled face mousse. "You FAHHCKS!! You just killed my fuckin' home-boy! You want me to fuckin'-- a-pol-o-gize, or what??" Hailey scanned Bernie's ocular robin eggs across silicates fogging her eye emeralds. "Shoot him, Wednesday," Hailey coldly instructed. "I cah-ahhn't!!" Hailey's revolted cohort bawled using quaky mouth rubies. Hailey scanned Bernie's precipice champagne between saxophone dowels and hair flames. "Fine," the calculating mermaid conceded. "*I'll* take care of this-- worthless fucker." Bernie watched Lloyd deposit a claret soaked kitchen knife along Hailey's rosy palm. He sifted eye jade eclipsing graphite choker lace and backed against pistol chutes. The agitated trickster stomped floor wire with ruby canvas and tamped angry incisors. Josh's teeth fragments scattered asphalt mashing the bony skater's leveled sinuses. Skull scraps and cortex flaunted snapped ulnas piling Josh's crumpled digit joints. Lloyd parked near Josh's crimson juices and studied his cherry soaked scalp puffs. "Je-sus, Hailey," Lloyd humbly acknowledged. "*Yours* were WORSE!" the vile rebel's ginger comrade belted from tulip waxed lips. "You-- push him down the drain??" Hailey rode boot soot with hiny coal and rolled her knife handle with Josh's fingers. "What're you doing? Placing his prints??" Lloyd curiously prodded. "What's left of them," Hailey conceded below eye emeralds skimming Josh's knuckles. Hailey implanted rubber platforms and dangled razor compote between pitch calf tubas. She launched lengthy cutlery and spiked pavement hemoglobin by Josh's bicep gristle. Wednesday hooked a rust coated ladder rung with her heel spike and suede boot arch. She deposited obverse footwear before releasing skeleton grips and anchoring herself. "Whoa! Shit!" the clumsy vixen yelped before skidding her silk booty shroud. Hailey and Lloyd abhored their buddy bouncing her raven scalp tufts on frosty tarmac. Hailey nested skillet leg drapes beside her glum chum's crumpled, brass ocular flaps. Wednesday swatted her friend's helpful digit tomatoes with bone printed hand worms. "Hailey, I s-WEARRR!" the ginger doe's fallen companion shrilled. "If you fuckin'-- touch me, I SWEAR TO GAHHD!!" "Wednesdayyy--" Hailey retched while offering marinara laminated, knuckle segments. Wednesday shoved her friend's wrist clover against her vest charcoal, penny sutures. "Wednesday, p-leeease!" Hailey grated across frustrated voice streaks. "Let me-- HELP YOU!!" "L-eeeave me alone!" Hailey's soot stranded chum shrieked. Wednesday uprooted licorice boots carrying batwing dress silk with skeleton digits. The sight of her sadistic bud casually seating poppy bag hoists made her blood boil. Wednesday rammed Hailey's trunk cola with pitch ulna puffs, toppling her heel stilts. Hailey watched her pitiful friend greet gravel with hip and shoulder, dress slate. Wednesday snarled between frustrated incisors and erected knee pearls above calf tar. "Do you-- think this is who I am?!" Hailey's pissy pal ejected from her hateful hulk. "Do you think this is what I wanna *do* with my life? Huh!?" Hailey tipped agitated scalp magma among scapula spinach and evacuated raging gasses. "Tell me you don't-- feeeel better," Wednesday's ginger hostess vengefully croaked. "Doesn't everything *feel* better, now??" Wednesday shriveled dumfounded precipice custard with disgusted speech cherries. "Ahh, Gahhhd--" the revolted minx joylessly snarked. "I don't-- *feel* any better." Wednesday prodded emerald facets imbuing her deluded buddy's oblong vision crystal. "I don't feel any behh-tter!" Hailey capsized irritated eye jade and expelled annoyed gasses from carnation lips. "*I* don't feel an-y-thing-- ANY-MORRRE!!" Hailey observed her friend's skeleton fingers grating chest ivory and tarmac fishnet. "You and Lloyyyd-- that girl Allieee-- You're all FREEEAKS!!" Wednesday direly spat. "Do youuu-- regret coming out with--?" "yyYes," Hailey's feral chum snapped. Hailey scanned Wednesday's frosty ocular shutters and siphoned a cautious breath. "Do you think me and Lloyd should've just--" "YES!!" Wednesday furiously boasted. Hailey sawed licorice throat lace with tomato straps and searched cosmic light dots. Wednesday examined her vacant friend's moonlit throat velvet and glanced at Lloyd. Hailey's glum boyfriend stacked raspberry peck stripes and flaunted murky eye glints. "Take me-- home, Lloyd," the frustrated princess vacuously instructed. Wednesday swirled graphite skirt ruffles above pitch boots and stalked Lloyd's Cammy. "Just fuckeeeng-- take me home." Harris' cornflower eyes scanned tan frays exiting Moore's caramel seat belt mount. Officer Harris poised stranded chrome connecting forehead crimps and rear scalp buds. Sturdy biceps packed Malley Police, emblem canaries lining Harris' blueberry sleeves. The angry droid grated navy blue tie silk adjoining his silver nametag and badge. He tilted sunken ocular ports and zinc lip bristles departing indigo collar points. "Moorrre!!" the sloppy detective's insufferable sidekick wailed. Moore swiveled facial leather and rusty noggin coils above starched collar lemonade. The startled gumshoe presented margarita coat wads and a peanut butter neck pendulum. He settled pebble tar with charcoal shoe scraps breaching rims of espresso trousers. He greeted Harris with pupil pitch above his car's chocolate roof paint and shrugged. "You said 'tomorrow'," Detective Moore's agitated accomplice grumbled. "You *told* me-- 'I'll take care of it, tomorrow'. Remember??" Detective Moore pleated bewildered temple pudding framing his glitzy optic graphite. "What're you goin' on about *now*, Harris?" the loopy inspector prodded. "You KNOW what I'm talking about!" Harris belted while flaunting Moore's window port. "I'm talking about that-- damn-- death trap you're driving around!!" Detective Moore spotted bourbon harness sprouts and sprang amber brow caterpillars. "Aww--" the feeble sleuth groaned before popping forehead pudding with palm steak. "You mean the seat belt." Detective Moore examined Officer Harris' solemn face and offered humble digit grubs. "You're right, Harris. I forgot all a-bout that." "You crotchety, old bastard," Harris snarked while bracing his ivory driver door. "Drive that-- hunk o' shit over to the body shop and get it FIXED!!" "All-riiight, Harris--" Moore snarled while showcasing apologetic hand meat. "As soon as I get a chance." "Nuh-uhh-- Noww-wuh," Officer Harris instructed before parading a stern index finger. "*You* take it in, right-- nowww--" The righteous cadet scanned Detective Moore's pitch peepers with vision larkspurs. "I'm ser-i-ous! You're gonna get yourself *killed* driving that thing around." "On my way there, Harris," the stubborn investigator nearly interrupted. Moore's critic shook his head, then searched steering graphite and started his car. Harris launched cocoa stowage and cabin cream flaunting cherry and blueberry strobes. Rubies clawing Hailey's olive, cola, dairy, queso, and mango fleece skidded door oak. Nylon soot leg arcs piloted lofty maryjane lemons under studded asphalt skirt velvet. The ginger minx skimmed long lenses spanning scalp flames and lapped speech bismuth. She situated tomato back pack hoists with knuckle pine and followed cement squares. Citrus and claret clouds packed sky slate above Glory High's crimson entrance bricks. Plasma quartz initiated howls like tumbling boulders by scorching poppy cloud peaks. Hailey swept rose fired cheeks with hair peach and surfed temple brass with eye jade. Entry wax pared wine baked face curd bedding Wednesday's tarmac bangs with pupil ice. Neck custard above milk and coffee rib marks braced her dire lip rubies and nose pea. Licorice talons breaching the grim vixen's wrist streaks grated apple wall blocks. Button chrome secured skillet jean cannons along navel snow exiting crop top streaks. Twine tar wove angular pitch framing maple ankle stripes and roosting campus mortar. Juniper bag denim nested periodic flank porcelain repeating strawberry radiation. Hailey sifted stranger keratin before spotting her shady chum past autumn bicep rays. She adored her friend's Neptune irises scouring neon clouds below glum brow drapes. Hailey skimmed vision aids and mourned the loss of her buddy's former, bubbly self. "wwWednesday?" the ginger dutchess warmly pried. Hailey probed comatose pitch fanning Wednesday's ocular teal and awaited a response. "Wednesday!" Hailey's woeful comrade folded indigo eye flaps, then faced her friend's optic gems. She launched exclamation mats and carried graphite leg drapes across jade foliage. Roomy, rear pocket asphalt spanned Wednesday's knees and lower hem, suture coconut. Azure and silver knitted a skull among shroud claret topping ivory "DEATH" digits. Wednesday parked shoe hide pinholes beside her friend's daffodil instep bridles. She folded cookies and cream ulnas and observed canopy pearl carving jagged pathways. "I hayyyte A-days--" Hailey's humdrum chum passed between ruby stained mouth seams. "We have psychology togetherrr--" Wednesday checked summit crackles above her shoulder, then sifted Hailey's eye kale. "Then, I don't see you all dayyy--" the sour queen croaked while extruding hot tears. Saline overflowing Wednesday's optic points caused Hailey's lower eyelids to flood. "Wends-dayyy--" the ginger fox wrangled from quivering lip bismuth. Hailey soothed raven strands tickling her friend's cheek porcelain with rosy talons. Wednesday tipped leather shoe points and nested her mate's pumpkin spice arm stripes. "You still got-- algebra homework?" Hailey polled while nuzzling her pal's scalp tar. "yyYeah--" Wednesday wrangled from disgusted speech claret. Hailey wrung her friend's pillowy bicep stripes among blueberry back pack denim. "Well, let's find Lloyd and go back to your house," Wednesday's keen lackey conjured. Crimson cumulus refractions swarmed Detective Moore's molasses optical droplets. The curious snoop spotted the girls above collar lemonade and forged a warm smirk. Hair java sloshed Wednesday's grim cheek cream above bag denim beating scapula marks. A pasty stomach sliver overlooked charcoal leg chutes riding leather foot pitch. Nail rubies rocking lime, soot, ivory, and pumpkin fleece situated tomato rib straps. Slate nylon leg arcs cycling lemon maryjane platforms swam brass buttoned skirt cola. Hailey sifted hair lava sailing humid gusts and ogled Moore's taffy-face, roof image. Wednesday observed her friend forming a cautious smile from points of uneasy peepers. "...hailey-- what the fuck?..." the grim vixen snuck past raspberry mouth flaps. "...fuck if *i* knowww..." Hailey surreptitiously grumbled across menthol lip gloss. Detective Moore paddled coffee slacks and tarmac shoe scraps beside rear bumper zinc. "Those are suhhm pants, Ms. Williams," the bubbly gumshoe curiously shared. Moore hugged ab lemonade and gripped margarita elbow canvas while stroking his chin. "I mean-- those are really great!" Wednesday joined her ginger chum below Moore's face mousse and molded a nervous grin. "Thayynks--" Hailey's joyless comrade vacantly conjured. "They're called 'DEATH' jeans." Detective Moore crumpled temple pudding framing optic charcoals with sidewalk cracks. "'Deahhth'?" the captivated investigator ominously croaked. "Like-- 'death' death??" "It sta-ahhnds for-- sometheeeng--" Wednesday huffed during reflective chuckles. Hailey studied Moore's hazy precipice pleats across vision aids using emerald irises. "Ditch Emotion And Trust Honor," the cardomom princess victoriously recalled. Moore ascended forehead wrinkles with caterpillar rust and flaunted pointer crumples. "Ditch Emotion-- And Trust Honor--" the diligent gumshoe curiously reflected. "Well, wudda you knowww--" Hailey nested antsy jugs with kale, coal, ivory, cheddar, and pumpkin wrist fleece. "I take it you haven't found my mom, yet?" the ginger fox fumbled past mouth bismuth. "Uhh-- no, Ms. Holloway," Detective Moore conceded while clawing peppery scalp coils. "You know, I've been awful busy these past few dayyys--" Hailey kinked aorta buttermilk with tomato shoulder canvas and rocked oatmeal cheeks. "I read about-- some kids at the Main Street water tower, this morning?" A portable speaker between Detective Moore's front seats emitted sudden white noise. "...detective moore?..." a lady's voice gushed. "...this is westin. are you close by?..." The stout investigator surmounted a crown staircase with copper and zinc brow fluffs. "Uhh-- yes, Ms. Holloway," Moore responded while reaching across vinyl door scotch. "I'm also collaborating on *that* case--" The courteous gumshoe poised graphite transmitter pin-holes beside his lengthy lips. "Yeah, this is Moore. I'm riiight on top of you." Moore's radio discharged a frantic shriek, causing him to flap startled ocular caps. "Oh, myyy--" the jolted sleuth cooed. "You think she heard me just now?" Detective Moore lifted drinking straw antenna rubber by his lips and mashed a button. "Westin?" Moore tenderly probed. "Officer West-ihhn?" Moore awaited a response before shrugging and tossing his walkie along the back seat. "Well, I tried. *You* saw me, Ms. Holloway." The scatterbrained investigator raked custard forehead crumples with his thumbnail. "You knowww-- we found those missing acquaintances of yours." Hailey scanned Detective Moore's diligent eye tar and lapped pissy speech bismuth. "You're back on-- Jennifer and Travis now, aren't you?" the joyless ginger demanded. "Uhh-- yes, Ms. Holloway," Detective Moore croaked while stacking canvas ulna cactus. Hailey hung autumn reaching stripes from hopeless joints and ejected agitated gasses. "We found traces of their friends Vicky and Paul. We also found traces of Vicky's father-- Martin Turner." Detective Moore's spicy visitor skimmed his eye crinkles and rocked antsy cheek pine. "We've been *lookin'* for him, you know? We were won-der-ing what happened to him." Hailey folded olive, cola, milk, and mango arm fleece, then gnawed lower lip bismuth. "You found-- 'traces' of them?" the cardomom minx impatiently repeated. "In a mountain of ash," Moore explained while pointing out his sloppy shoe scraps. "Next to the fulgurites." Ivory flashes searing scarlet and citrus cloud puffs prompted thoughtful eye pleats. "*You* remember about the fulgurites, right Ms. Holloway?" "I re-MEM-berrr--" Hailey joylessly droned while thunder pounded her auditory canals. "Yep-- We finally came up with some teeth," Moore reported while tonguing his cheek. "And, the tooth pulp proves it." Hailey sloshed magma temple drapes and flaunted cherry talons grating forearm fleece. "I'm very *happy* for you, Detective Moore," the cinnamon doe conceded. "I'd really like to know where my MOM iszz--" "Why are you tel-ling her this??" Wednesday snapped using hateful lip rubies. Moore skimmed Hailey's eye emeralds before examining her grim sidekick's icy peepers. "Well you know, I was just thinking about that fight the other dayyy--" "Hailey and Jennifer's little hallway spat?" Wednesday haplessly interjected. Detective Moore regarded the fiery vixen's wiry ocular teal and forged a sly smirk. "Yes, Ms. Williams," the towering gumshoe charmingly conceded. "That'd be the one--" "What the fuck does THAT have to do with anything??" the raven haired dame demanded. "Uhh-- Ms. Williams," Detective Moore croaked under sprung brow fluffs. "With all due respect, I mean-- the question has to be addressed--" "*This* is bull-shit," Wednesday blared while shuffling cream and espresso arm marks. "Wends-dayyy--" Hailey ominously groaned. "This is BULL-shit!" Hailey's rabid sidekick blasted while flaunting licorice talons. "*You* don't have to talk to this-- fucking pig! What-- just because that stupid slut pushed her into the lockers the other day??" Hailey scanned citrus sunlight scorching her friend's cheek quartz and faced Moore. "It *is* pretty ridiculous," Wednesday's ginger companion entertained. "I mean-- I was mahhd about what happened. But, I didn't want her dead." Detective Moore sifted Hailey's optic jade and patted his margarita trench coat wads. "Do you have a pen, Ms. Holloway?" the fumbling investigator beseeched. "I can't seem to find mine, today." Hailey separated pumpkin limb spice from canvas hoists and split poppy storage teeth. She searched a pouch with ruby claws and grazed icy trim padding her mom's gun grip. "Any pen'll do, Ms. Holloway," Detective Moore mindlessly urged. Hailey scoured loose staples, then heard crystal writing facets strike Moore's shoe. She bedded tomato canvas with kneecap graphite and retrieved her troublesome quill. Detective Moore observed Hailey's nervous digit cherries offering shaky pen cap cola. He viewed Hailey nibbling grim speech menthol before snatching her tomato book bag. "D-Detective Moore?" the startled minx blubbered while tilling mournful palm birch. Moore scavenged Hailey's marinara writing compartment, then scanned her eye emeralds. "I'm not supposed to *do* this," the somber investigator remarked. "Not without a warrant." Moore strewed parking asphalt with graphite plastic, sticky notes, and eraser tulips. Nine millimeter pistol chutes toppled among Hailey's scattered, ballpoint scribes. Hailey bucked defeated scalp magma among lime, coal, quartz, and mango scapula bands. Wednesday clawed raven temple strands and scoured her friend's citrus sparked cheeks. "Aww Gahhhd, Hailey--" the grievous goth disgustedly croaked. Moore rifled his cucumber coat seam before flaunting tri-folded document cellulose. "That's why I went ahead and *got* one," the victorious gumshoe continued. "Just in case." Detective Moore secured Hailey Holloway's court document inside his coat pocket. "You know, we found two nine millimeter slugs in a panel outside the same buil-ding-- where we found Travis Griffin and Jennifer Rogers' remains--" "What's the point?" Hailey revoltingly interrupted. "What difference does it make, *now*??" Wednesday crimped her cardamom comrade's waist with cookies and cream bicep marks. Hailey nested her friend's scalp licorice and dribbled vision aids with hot saline. Moore folded beside Hailey's banana maryjanes and snatched her dad's two shooter. "I found an empty gun case in your mom's closet when we searched the house," Moore explained. "What was left of it, anyway. And, I did some research. I knew-- somebody must've taken out your dad's nine millimeter boot pistol at *some* point." The placid sleuth snapped rifled shafts and waved them beside withered nose spigots. "Yep-- that's been recently *fired*." Detective Moore sealed Hailey's mom's pistol and presented confident ocular coals. "When we found matching slugs near your classmates' remains, well-- The county judge agreed that maybe *you* could've fired those two rounds, Ms Holloway." Hailey seared the pleased inspector with eye limes embedding tangerine noggin drapes. "I don't have any cuffs, Ms. Holloway," Moore mindlessly droned. "I'm not sure they'd fit you, an-y-way." Hailey zipped a rear covering and collected poppy back pack harnesses along her ribs. "Do you mind if I ride up *front* with you?" the spicy countess glumly probed. "I get car sick when I ride in the back seat." Moore tamped an adoring smile and acknowledged the rider's end of his copper Cutler. "That'll be fine, Ms. Holloway," the condoling inspector conceded. Hailey wrung Wednesday's milked coffee biceps and nuzzled her jaw with cheek velvet. "...find lloyd..." the ginger fox discretely shared. "...ask him to take you home. don't walk by yourself again, okay?..." Wednesday siphoned mortified gasses between saline trickles soaking her cheek curd. "...what're you gonna *do*??..." Hailey's disgusted sidekick whispered. "...what *can* i do, wednesday?..." Hailey quietly philosophized. "...i'm fucked. i have to *go* with him..." The neon minx sifted her buddy's eye teal and soothed raven keratin with ruby claws. "...tell lloyd i *love* him..." Wednesday passed a grim scoff and watched her friend join Moore among twin chair ale. She detected cylinders igniting before car cocoa blazed tomato lenses and drove away. Window tint reflecting thick traffic mashed a half dollar area of Hailey's forehead. Glum emeralds searched oblong crystals between apricot and sweet potato cheek drapes. Moore seated a door shelf with twin barrels using finger folds exiting sleeve cactus. He checked kiwi bicep pleats while guiding steering ale by shirt corn and tie honey. Hailey nested lime, coal, ivory, cheddar, and pumpkin ulna stripes with cheek cream. She braced velvet hiny asphalt with graphite calf nylons and daffodil heel vinyl. "You're very smart, Ms. Holloway," Detective Moore shared while checking his mirrors. "I *meant* that when I said it in the teacher's lounge the other day." Hailey skimmed Moore's rust and silver scalp coils and capsized irritated eye jade. The pissy ginger pried lemon maryjanes and hammered carpet amber with chocolate mats. She grazed bag claret with foot felt and flaunted ruby talons breaching slate veils. "I figured you ditched *most* of the incriminating evidence: knives, incendiaries, rope and tape, old clothes-- THOSE types of things. But, I *wondered* if you might keep your father's old gun." Hailey checked fall bicep marks while quartz cumulus flashes sparked her optic aids. Moore skimmed Hailey's eye emeralds, then examined auto steel racing his car cocoa. "Sentimental value, right?" Hailey relished canopy crackles while sifting amber belt frays gripping Moore's ribs. "Why'd you *do* it, Ms. Holloway?" Moore's ginger passenger situated pumpkin spice sleeves and bedded vinyl seat foam. She grated poppy bag linen with nylon arch soot and shared fading sun, cheek scarlet. "You know-- we've got security footage of you and Wednesday at C-J Nickell, last weekend? We can clearly see the two of you ducking and hiding from Travis and Jennifer and Vicky and Paul. This happened the day *after* Tommy, Joe, Tatum, Gary, and Ms. Goodwin were murdered at your school, Ms. Holloway." Hailey distracted Detective Moore's chattering face pudding with an agitated sigh. "I knowww you killed the majority of Travis and his friends, Ms. Holloway." Detective Moore presented confident creases stacking lip arcs above his lemon collar. "I *know* it!" the tickled investigator belted during hapless chuckles. "I only wonder-- how much your friends Wednesday and Lloyd helped you out. Hopefully, not at all!" Hailey presented Detective Moore's beaming cornea molasses with vacuous ocular limes. "I guess you'll always won-der," Moore's cryptic passenger shared using lip bismuth. "Ohh-- is that so??" the sly investigator curiously croaked. "You can't-- shut-up about how smart I am," Hailey joylessly droned. "You have me pegged for some, like-- criminal mastermind. You seem to have me allll figured out," the spicy doe grated while popping leg coal. "Let's say that's TRUE." Hailey pleated copper stained ocular flaps and shriveled disgusted nasal asparagus. "Let's say that *any* of that is true. Do you think I'm gonna TELL you something you haven't already proven to me??" "I'm guessing they tried to *kill* you," Detective Moore brazenly aired. Hailey bedded scotch chair padding and nuzzled olive, soot, and pumpkin chest fleece. "Of course they tried to kill me, Detective Moore," reluctantly stated. "Are you *kidding* me, or what??" "Where, Ms. Holloway?" the meticulous inspector demanded while switching lanes. "Where did *this* happen??" "Where do you-- THINK?!" Hailey hatefully snarked. Detective Moore skimmed his cardamom passenger's fiery cheek pine and shook his head. "Ohhh-- probably the Church," Moore slyly mused while sifting Hailey's angular specs. "As you *kids* like to call it." Hailey glared above hard candy sleeve pickets, then uprooted agitated sight emeralds. "How does Vicky's DAD fit into this?" the mirror checking sleuth rigidly prodded. "Why is *he* missing??" Moore's clever rider noticed a mango stick grazing lofty digit quartz that read "80". "Surely, HE didn't have anything to do with this." Hailey tilted somber cheek birch and expelled mournful gasses across menthol gloss. "Wowww--" Moore passed between jolted mouth seams before probing his rearview mirror. "Martin too, huh?" The quizzical investigator sifted Hailey's grievous eye clovers across crystal aids. "How many of them sexually assaulted you, Ms. Holloway?" Detective Moore's colorful visitor scoured his vision coals and slurped humid air. "They didn't *rape* me," Hailey repulsively disclosed. "You weren't raped??" Moore questioned under sprung brow rust. "Joe and that guy-- Tommy we found slashed up in the bathroom didn't try to have sex with you?" Hailey focalized vacant ocular chlorophyll and oscillated limestone cheek velvet. "Not Paul Snyder?" Detective Moore persisted. "Not Gary Dodson? Not Travis Griffin?" The dubious inspector searched passing automobiles across his driver's side window. "Not even-- Martin Turner? None of them??" Hailey crumpled mango eye marks, then sifted raindrops spotting Moore's windshield. "Boyyy--" the puzzled gumshoe croaked. "This case is-- endlessly fascinating. You know-- I would've bet *money* one or two of those young men sexually assaulted you?" "They didn't RAPE ME!" Hailey impatiently snarked. "Can you stop-- saying that??" Detective Moore scanned Hailey's lime, slate, ivory, queso, and citrus rib stripes. "So, who dihhd?" Detective Moore dubiously persisted. Hailey drilled her meticulous chauffeur's pupil pitch and peeled disgusted incisors. "What did I JUST SAY?!" "Maybe it was Larry Sloan," Hailey's torturous driver ominously broadcasted. "Maybe *he* sexually assaulted you." Hailey ceased grating leg nylon and sifted dire raindrops beating Moore's windshield. "You know Lar-ry, right Ms. Holloway? Your mom was-- at least SOME-what regular about seeing him??" The staunch inspector rotated a plastic blinker stick exiting his steering column. "Did you know-- we found traces of your mom's blood in Mr. Sloan's bed?" Moore prodded. "Did you KNOW that, Ms. Holloway--?" "Stop talking about Larry," the ginger dutchess hatefully interrupted. "Apparently he liked to get pretty *rough* with her, sometimes--" "Shut-UP, mother FUCK-ER!" Hailey shouted. "Shut your FUCKING MOUTH!!" Moore watched Hailey crimp fall rib stripes and dangle mango locks between her knees. "You know if Larry raped you, Ms. Hollowayyy--" the tenacious sleuth croaked. Hailey tamped testy teeth and wadded tomato book canvas with veil tarmac, toe rubies. "And, he had something to do with your mother's disappearance-- And, maybe you interrupted him while he was disposing of your mother's body-- And, you KILLED him--" Detective Moore searched amber, graphite, and juniper enamel coating freeway traffic. "*I'd* say you had every reason to DO that." Moore's rabid passenger crumpled copper stained eye flaps embedding sleek crystals. "But, where are the bod-ies--?? See, I know Cherry Cemetery is right down the street from your houwwse--" Hailey ejected searing gasses between menthol glossed, speech seals and magma drapes. "Lemme ask you this--" the relentless investigator mindlessly vented. "If I dig up Catherine Smith's grave-- am I gonna find Larry and your mom underneath her casket??" Auditory hummingbirds roused Hailey's wiry cheek birch above her autumn chest fleece. The Cutler neared a fifteen story overpass among one row (of six) ivory lane hyphens. "Do you know anything about the Main Street water tower, last night?" Hailey stacked spicy wrist stripes along felt skirt soot and watched passing tarmac. "Travis' brother Josh?" Detective Moore drilled. "His girlfriend, *Ivy*? Some of THEIR friends who went missing yesterday morning??" Moore's plastic walkie talkie grill invaded Hailey's mind and blared a primal squawk. "Gwen Fall?" the persistent inspector demanded using lengthy lips. "Kyle Smith? Cole Elliot??" Spinning treads emitted a new tone before the Cutler began climbing towering asphalt. "Larry Sloan-- He's the cause of *all* of this, Ms. Holloway," Moore blubbered. "Do you realize that??" The Culter topped a gravel hill, revealing guardrail slats framing a coming curve. "He's still a-live!" Detective Moore shrieked while battering steering wheel bourbon. "Because-- YOU'RE still doing his dirty work, Ms. Holloway!" Hailey followed chocolate hood paint to stainless steel safety arcs two cars away. "*He's* doing this! Not you!" the frustrated investigator shouted. "Larry's doing ALL OF THIS! You're giving him exactly what he *wants*, Hailey!!" Hailey eyed Moore's gold seat belt frays before gripping the wheel with cherry claws. The Cutler's fender maple and lamp shrouds popped safety arcs like a can of biscuits. Jagged alloy grated chocolate panels below silicate panes fracturing raindrop sheets. Moore's car scattered leaf spades and limb whirls before a stout tree split its hood. Canvas braced Hailey's rib fleece while Moore's coat cactus split worn belt weaves. Billiard cue sticks cleaved windshield chasms and pointed at Hailey's oblong specs. "AHH! AH! AH! AH!" the feral fox clucked using jolted lip bismuth. Hailey scoured kiwi sleeves clinging Moore's ribs and oak barbs piercing face mousse. Brain soup vacated Moore's eye skewers above steaming claret soaking his coat cactus. Hailey searched plastic dash bourbon and spotted her dad's chrome plated boot pistol. Daffodil maryjane forms riding clunky platform espresso framed nickel barrel twins. Hailey searched confining cockpit ale and tried to remember everything she touched. Cherry, lemon, lime, and mango wafers skirted wonky oak twists supporting the Cutler. Atmospheric droplets glittered vivid organs and barrel width struts forming uprights. Moore's latching rider door shuffled emerald leaf spades and winding twig segments. Barometric cracks disguised finicky palms and shoe waffles snapping slender branches. Banana bridled nylon licorice preceded garter asphalt, fall fleece, and hair cheddar. Hailey impacted bark prongs with pitch mats and expanded stabilizing bicep streaks. She situated skimpy velvet cola caught by her tomato book bag along stocking hoists. The ginger minx braced frosty husk with olive, coal, curd, queso, and citrus fleece. She lowered coffee platforms and lemon shackles along ancient cellulose plating. She pinned eye clovers parting hair lava and swarmed glitzy, rain drizzled foliage. Hailey scattered freezing mist and sliced rotting maple fronds with canary maryjanes. She gripped poppy harnesses positioning her bouncy back pack with strawberry claws. Bull horn triangle waves caused Hailey to freeze near tarmac framing elderly trees. Hailey ducked behind bark swirls and swatted icy droplets coating rectangular lenses. Lamps scoured cherry and juniper chutes topping cabin cream between chocolate trunks. Sapphire digits headed tangerine marks near ruby lacquer stamping a quartz box truck. Hailey ditched oak forks and dusted soggy pavement before seeking Wednesday's suburb. Gumball droplets pelted batwing strips sheltering Wednesday's licorice scalp strands. Talon tar parting coffee ulna bands patted Wednesday's lip claret with filter quartz. Tobacco fumes scorched teal eyes and ozone flaps riding cheek dairy under java bangs. Asphalt tubas housed sandwich cookie streaks wrapping Wednesday's thighs and calves. Raven leather points rode exclamation cushions among rain soaked sidewalk squares. Ginger and lemon slide spirals entered nearby quartz, amber, and slate park pebbles. Lloyd balanced a polished umbrella hook near ocular tar and chocolate sideburn felt. A stogie escaping Lloyd's scalp molasses polluted cherry and vanilla canopy stripes. Dove and cardinal tines split canvas coat soot above indigo denim and worn shoe coal. Ivory ions scorched cumulus rust topping Lloyd's Neptune Cammy, forging grim rumbles. Lloyd watched Wednesday bobble striking irises and vented steam using nose spigots. "Wends-dayyy--" Hailey's affectionate maverick hummed. "I think we've been standing here for like-- ten years." "Will you just-- GIVE ME A SECOND??" the edgy damsel snapped under sprung brow pitch. "I'm trying to *think* about this!" Wednesday slurped ruby stained sifter tissue and sparked a pea sized cigarette ember. Lloyd ditched tumor remnants like a dart and ejected quartz trickles from oral seams. "Wednesdayyy--" the shaggy colt cooed. Lloyd grazed Wednesday's raven temple fluffs, causing her to crimp blueberry eyelids. "MMmm...." the troubled dutchess groaned using dismal speech cherries. Wednesday bedded Lloyd's cozy palm leather with cheek cream and shared tortured sobs. "Heyyy--" Lloyd croaked using shriveled face caramel. Wednesday nuzzled Lloyd's tender carpal hide and sifted hair coffee topping his face. "I love Hailey *too*, you know." Lloyd observed his grim friend shaking with grief and soothed her rear scalp quills. "You realize that sooner or later-- me and her might have to face what we've done??" Wednesday wadded ozone eye flaps and breached soggy lip rubies with mortified clucks. Hailey trampled sidewalk runoff with banana maryjanes and clunky waffle chocolate. The sopping mistress tore arctic raindrops with charcoal skirt velvet and leggings. She stacked autumn wrist marks and grated frozen biceps with icy digit strawberries. She scoured optic drops among ginger sprouts adhering her shivering lips and cheeks. She perched soaking back pack marinara with lofty footwear and spotted Lloyd's Cammy. The chilly minx heated folded knuckle worms with steamy breaths from carnation lips. Lloyd observed Wednesday scanning licorice hair drapes tickling her cheek custard. Oncoming footstep splashes caused Lloyd to form a blase smirk and check his shoulder. Sometimes, the captivated maverick wondered if his girlfriend was secretly a ghost. "You are fucking-- un-be-lievable," Lloyd fumbled using relieved speech hams. Wednesday mounted coffee rib marks with grim eye opals and sifted Hailey's face pine. "hhHailey?" the stunned goth girl gushed between parted chiclets. Hailey watched her mortified chum fumble batwing rain facets along jade park sprouts. "wwWednesday?" Hailey wrangled from nervous mouth menthol. The raging dame bedded asphalt knee curtains with striped jugs and pounded hip denim. "AAHHHH!!" Wednesday blared using horrified precipice pudding. Wednesday's outburst caused her cardomom friend to parade defensive digit cherries. "Wednesday, CALM DOWN!" Hailey despairingly snapped. "NO!" Wednesday fired from rabid trunk streaks. "*You* don't tell me what to do!" Hailey's wiry pal shook her sopping bicep fleece like a rag doll using pitch talons. "You don't tell me WHAT TO DO!!" Wednesday shoved Hailey over Lloyd's fender, implanting his trunk with her rosy bag. "AH!!" Hailey shrieked before scrambling along Lloyd's baby blue automotive panels. "Wednesday, STOP! Leave me alone!!" The wild minx strapped Hailey's ankle slate with nail tar and yanked her off the car. "rrRRRAAA!!" Wednesday extruded across tamped incisors. Hailey flashed raven garters and popped cement before bouncing a tire with hair lava. "AAOHH!!" the dizzied fox grunted using shriveled precipice limestone. Wednesday straddled her buddy's skirt tar and beat Lloyd's door with her scalp mango. "God--! damn--! you--! Hailey--!" the raging queen pelted during ligament whips. Lloyd strapped Wednesday's clavicle marks and skidded grass jade with juniper jeans. He secured espresso stocking bands with sloppy shoes and nestled her temple licorice. "...wwwednesday!..." Lloyd wrangled from jolted facial honey. "AAHHHH!!" Wednesday shrieked using wild carcass curves. "Wednesday, STOP IT!" Lloyd commanded. "No!" Hailey grated sopping carrot locks and kneaded neck birch with velvet palm pillows. "woooooh--!" Hailey extruded from carnation waxed mouth frames. The rubbery vixen crumpled copper eye caverns and nasal asparagus with apricot brows. "Wednesday, I'm-- so sorry--!" "You KILLED A COP!!" Wednesday ejected from strained vocal cords. "*You* killed a fucking cop! How cuhhd you-eww-eww--" Hailey's grieving comrade vacuumed arctic air and ejected sharp wails from face curd. Lloyd watched his dismal dame claw ocular rust with nail rubies and shake with sobs. He sifted raven sprouts pasting Wednesday's cheek milk and sloshed her bicep streaks. "Wednesday, STAY HERE," the hefty colt sternly instructed. Lloyd piled shoe scraps by Wednesday's pitch jean blankets and stomped wet sidewalk. He bedded drizzle and bundled Hailey's collar bands while nuzzling her scalp citrus. "Jesus Ch-rist-- I thought I was gonna have to break you out of *jail*." Hailey exhaled pitiful laughter and rattled her boyfriend's ribs with shaking biceps. "...wwwednesday's never gonna forgive me-ee-ee..." the weeping ginger wrangled from lip bismuth. "Aww, Hai-ley--" Lloyd affectionately croaked while grazing soaked, mango locks. "Come on, let's get outta this-- fuckin' shit." Lloyd helped his girlfriend stand, then guided her clumsy shoe bridles across cement. Hailey probed hair slate adhering her friend's cheek ivory and received an icy glare. The spicy doe sank foam queso escaping front rider, seat ozone and slammed the door. Lloyd hoisted cherry and vanilla umbrella stripes and searched Wednesday's eye frost. "Wednesday, are you coming?" The grim dutchess nested graphite knee drapes with coffee and cream tit striations. She clawed temple licorice and channeled arctic irises eclipsing mascara trickles. "wwWednesday--?" "GET the fuck a-way from me!" the raven mopped mistress snapped. Lloyd tilted hopeless face caramel, then snatched Wednesday's batwing rain drapes. He patted limp nail coals with telescope zinc and watched Wednesday stare into space. "WENDS-day!" the tenacious maverick joylessly belched. Lloyd observed his friend tamping pitch brows and presenting frigid optical frost. "It's raining, Wednesday," Lloyd hummed while cleaving dozy digits with grip asphalt. "You gotta use your um-brel-la." Wednesday eyed tar drops sifting Lloyd's hair chocolate and clawed parasol plastic. She noted Hailey's shaggy escort clasping drizzle danish and latching his pilot door. She watched raindrops between pitch toe points and perceived Lloyd's Cammy departing. The joyless minx sifted ab custard parting crop top marks and espresso jean chutes. She cleaved glum lip rubies with ivory filter paper and split brass lighter segments. She sparked tobacco shards with tangerine emissions, then snuffed Flippo flute ports. Quartz scorched brandy crests topped Wednesday's umbrella and emitted dire crackles. The grim goth yanked her stogie and sucked frigid gasses with trembling oral berries. She erected cookies and cream chest streaks and expelled steam with a mortified wail. Banana rain rubber draped raven bangs topping Allie's ocular opals and nose chickpea. Licorice cheek curtains overlooked brass suturing pelted rib queso and skirt pouches. Ivory petals sprouted lemon drops dotting juniper boot vinyl below indigo knee denim. The resolute minx extended frosty nail plums from pearl flashed, coat rim dandelions. She imparted reflective grate, speaker tones by punching digit carved, switch steel. Allie watched skillet slats recede, then braved rainfall with cheddar jacket ruffles. Daisy printed traveling ozone splashed frigid runnoff and neared tomato bay panels. Allie collected padlock bronze and thumbed brass rotar values with eggplant talons. She split latch washers and rolled marinara tin above a slim hatch using grip slate. The frosty fox squished narrow cement with boot ridges and lowered poppy door plates. Allie retrieved flashlight zinc with shivering digits and sparked arctic wall risers. She fired a three foot safe door with mango radiation, then passed confining space. She dialed cauliflower characters with a carrot and sank a hefty security trigger. Inch thick, hundred dollar stacks packed twenty-seven cubic feet of fireproof iron. Blue jay peepers riding Allie's velvet cheek buttermilk scoured brandy bill frames. |
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