Horhey's MO
“Rinnnnng,
rinnnnnnnng rinnnnng, rinnnnnnnng!”
The phone was ringing
but, since everybody was spaced out, nobody heard it. George and I were laughing, wondering what was taking the girls
so long. He had done this before, sometimes girls peed on themselves, and came
running back. This was his MO, it made it easy for him to get over, and bed
them. He would let them take a shower, and clean up. They washed their things, and
while they waited for them to dry, with nothing on but his bathrobe, he would
pounce on them…like the wolf on little red riding hood, and make his move.
It always worked like a charm. But this time was different, for one thing
nobody ever got high on acid before. Anyway, it had been a long while now, maybe even
more than we realized, because we too were under the acid’s sway.
“Yo George, I think
ya phones ringing, man.”
“Waaaa at, at diz
time ada nite, man.”
“Mebbe it be
impoitant, man, git it!”
“Hullo!”
“Yea dad.”
There was a long
pause as he held the phone, turned pale, and stood still.
“He, hee hee,” he
started to giggle, stopped...
“Yes dad! Yes sir! No
sir, it isn’t funny sir, right away dad!”
“What happened man?”
“Oh sheeeet!”
“What happened dude?”
“Oh man, dem crazy
hoes, dude, ya won’t be lee diz!”
“What happened?
“They made a mess,
and my old man wants me to help him clean it up.”
“Dude, I’ll help ya!
But what happened?”
We went to his
bedroom, because he didn’t want to alarm his guest. There he told me how Morgana had shit herself; how they peed on the stairs;
in front of the lab; and ran up and down the hallway, screaming like scared
little girls. His dad was upset, had left them in his place to clean up, and
was on his way to clean up the mess.
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