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"Sisters of Mayhem"

"Now...I'm the predator.... and youre' the prey.  Hmmph, how do'ya like them apples?"

Chapter 1. Free Bird

The sun was shining above the horizon through the windows of the 72 mustang. Windows down, the cool   morning fall air was whipping around inside the car making a beautiful mess of long hair. The Rolling Stones “Play with Fire” played on the radio. The Stones were big in 1973, so were muscle cars, long hair,   bell-bottoms, drugs, sex, rock-n-roll and Bowie. Sharon occupied the inner space of the mustang with two other girls, April and Jessica.

The three gal pals were on their way back home to Texas on Christmas break from New Mexico State University. They met freshman year and were happy to know fellow Texans so far away from home. They became thick as thieves on campus. Going to parties, the occasional concert, helping each other study. Even through break-ups with boyfriends. This was senior year, they were 21 and would be graduating, going off and living there lives. They knew this trip would likely be their last together. They weren’t going to waste it. It would have to be fun. They decided on that before they left campus.

“Look, don’t turn this trip into a total bummer April. It’s gonna be fun! Don’t fret mama, you’ll see.” Jessica reassured a pouting girl sitting on the floor of Sharon’s dorm room. They frequented her room most often as if they were unconsciously drawn to it. Sharon thought it was funny how their friendship seemed to circle around her. She was the unofficial ring leader.

“I know man. I just hate the fun to end is all. You two are my Curly and Mo.” April said looking up at   Jessica as she reached for the skinny joint in between Jessica’s lips.

“Yeah, we’ll stop at a few bars on the way. It won’t be so bad. It’s gonna be the three of us like every year. No guys this year to think about. It’s like the first time ever we’re all single at the same time.”   Sharon added as she sat on her bed waiting patiently for the blunt to pass to her.

“Yeah and we still have the rest of the year to hang out and live it up baby. No worries” Jessica said, lying on Sharon’s bed.

Looking out at the sun kissed morning sky 2 hours into the road trip, Sharon was at the wheel. She had on her big sunglasses, long strait hair flowing, whipping around. It felt nice. Nothing but desert surrounded them and the view was to die for. Jessica and April were asleep at the moment. They knew every 3 hours they would take turns driving. Jessica didn’t mind. Sunrise was her favorite time to drive. Especially with the windows down, cool wind in her hair.

Just then, the song ended and the d.j. began to speak over the a.m. airwaves “That was Play with Fire by the Rolling Stones. Real groovy tune man. By the way, don’t forget if you stop at Buffalo Bill’s food mart, they’re gonna treat ya real nice. They got everything from….”

Sharon tuned out the d.j. and focused on gorgeous colors ahead in the sky. Purples, pinks, even a little orange. It was fucking legendary. Sharon wanted to wake the girls up but decided to savor the moment just for her. It could be a happy place for her when she needed to escape for a few moments in the future. Finals, deaths in the family, overwhelming times she knew were inevitable.

Chapter 2. Knock Three Times

“Ok baby doll, your turn” Sharon said to Jessica, turning the mustang into a tiny gas station. They had always stopped at this place every trip. Once on the way home to Texas and once back. They were near the New Mexico-Texas border now.

Jessica looked toward the small tin building and smirked “Yep, he’s still here all right. Hey April, your man is waitin’ for ya” she taunted April who was sitting in the back seat. April began to get that nervous feeling she always got   around him.

Every time they stopped, the same creepy old man sat out in front of the station with his great big rotten smile and big eyes. He always had lots to say to the trio each year. Last year he commented on what beautiful girls they were turning out to be. The year before that, he asked if they had boyfriends. Yessir, ole’ Jim Bob was a character. He loved flirting with the girls, every girl for that matter. He was on the border of being offensive and adorable. You might say he was a lovable asshole. One thing was for sure. Once you met Jim Bob, you never forgot him.

“Whoo-whee! Well Howdy. I see you’ve made it through another year in tact” Jim Bob shouted from his rocking chair

Jim Bob stood strait up looking into the mustang “Got yourself a new set of wheels I see. Boy she looks fast.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">“Do you mean April or the car Jim Bob” Jessica shouted over the loud engine. Sharon turned off the ignition.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">“Shut up Jess” April scowled at her pal in the front passenger seat. April was growing even more uneasy.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">“Awe, you little dickens you. I mean this here pussy magnet you girls are ridin’ in. Say, what on earth would yall be doin’ in such a manly car anyway” Jim Bob asked.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">“Sharon’s Daddy bought it. It’s an early Graduation present for Ms. Trust fund here” Jessica backhanded Sharon in the chest.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Sharon turned away from Jim Bob and winced at Jessica saying “Ouch, you shit! You hit my boob.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">“mmm-mmm, you girls are looking lovely as always. So, you want me to fill’er up” he asked.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Jessica smiled and asked “You mean April or the Car?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">April quickly backhanded Jessica on the back of the head and shouted “I said fuckin’ quit it already!”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Jessica could only laugh out loud. Sharon smiled turning back “Hey baby, she’s just kiddin’ don’t mind her. She’s gotta go to sleep sometime right?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">“Hee hee, you girls are a hoot and a holler” Jim Bob said as he walked away toward the gas pump.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">The girls got out of the car. Sharon announced to Jim Bob “Hey we’re gonna use the bathroom real quick. We’ll settle up on the way out.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">“Alright. Y’all know where it is” he answered back staring at them as they walked toward the building.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">“What a dirty ole man. You know he’s starin’ at our asses’ Sharon said to April and Jessica.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Jessica looked back to see Jim bob’s eyes rise up from their backsides and nodded at her “Yep. He sure is.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">The girls giggled as they made their way into the dirty bathroom.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Once the ladies room door was closed, April turned to them and said “At least this is the last year we have to see him   Man, he always gives me the wilies. There’s something not right about him.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">“April, he’s just a dirty old man with little to look forward to except flirting with pretty girls that stop by once in a while” Sharon said as she went into the last stall to pee.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Jessica used the stall next to Sharon. “Hey, I’m getting hungry. Let’s stop at the Ponderosa for breakfast. I’m buying’”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">“Yeah, sounds like a plan” Sharon said conversing with Jessica.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Just then, Jessica let out a loud fart that echoed throughout the ladies room. Everyone laughed. Even April.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">“Ewe! Fuckin’ fart-ass! I’m outta here” Sharon said laughing as she flushed the toilet.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">“Dig that sucka” Jessica said clearing out the rest room.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Sharon and April waited outside the door. Sharon looked at April and asked “You sure you don’t need to go? It’s another hour til’ we reach the Ponderosa.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">April crossed her arms and said “Yeah, I’m cool. I don’t like this place. Never have. I can wait.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">“Alright mama. We’ll be gone soon” Sharon said, wrapping her arm around April.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Just then, Jessica opens the door and proclaims “Elvis has left the building.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">They all laugh as April shook her head

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Sharon said as she turned and walked to the front door “Come on little trouble maker, let’s hit the road. Remember, it’s your turn to drive.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">When they stepped outside, Jim Bob was nowhere in sight. The Mustang was abandoned.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">They looked around as Sharon called out “Jim Bob. Were ready to settle up for the gas.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Jim Bob did not answer.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Jessica called out “Hey Jim Bob, stop playin’ with yourself and get out here!”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">April backhanded Jessica on the upper arm saying “Shut up Jess! He might here you.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">“Good! I hope he does. What’s the big idea anyway, disappearing on us like that” Jessica questioned as she also looked around.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">“He might just be in the bathroom is all” Sharon said. She called out “Jim Bob, we’re kinda in a hurry. I’ll leave the cash on the counter inside for you. Keep the change.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">She read the gas pump and walked back toward the building. In 1973, gas never rose above .50 cents per gallon. The total was $8, Sharon reached for a $10. Just then, Jim Bob walked from behind the tin building shouting “Sorry honey, I was just fetchin’ my nephew Bob. He’s shy around the ladies. Hold on, Hey Bobby   Come on out!” he shouted toward the back of the building.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">The girls laid their eyes on the biggest man any of them had ever seen. He stood between 7.5 and 8 feet tall and nearly as wide as 2 refrigerators. As he made his way toward them, April’s blood ran cold as she said “We need to leave, now!”   She hurried behind the safety of the car.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Jim Bob laughed and said “Don’t mind him. He’s alright. He don’t bite. I’m just having him help out for a while. His mama, my sister passed away last month and he’s stayin’ here with me now helpin’ out.. Hey Bobby, come on over here and collect this gals money for the gasoline.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Bobby was directly in front of Sharon in three steps. He looked down at her, his outstretched hand open palm up which was as wide as Sharon’s torso. Sharon had never felt so powerless in her life, feeling shared by her companions.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">“Sharon, be careful” April warned with a bit of sobbing in her voice.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">“Here, keep the change” Sharon said looking up as she felt a pain in her neck telling her she couldn’t go any further. She placed the 10 in Bobby’s giant hand as he closed it tightly. You could see in your mind that hand wrapping around your wrist shattering it effortlessly. As if those hands had done such a thing before.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">Jessica staring intently at Bobby, lightly backhanded Sharon on the arm “Hey, let’s go.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">Jim Bob just laughed “Ok girls. We’ll be seeing ya.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">Sharon and April walked over and opened the car door to get in. April stood outside. Sharon looked out at April from the forward tilted passenger seat “Hey, get in!”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">April looked down at the dirt underneath her. Sharon also looked down. April had pissed her pants.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">Sharon said to Jessica “Hey Jess” motioning towards   April’s jeans.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">“Awe baby, it’s ok. Don’t worry. Just get in. We’re outta here.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">April reluctantly entered the mustang back seat. Jessica turned the ignition cuing the loud engine to fire up. As Sharon slammed the heavy door shut, Jim Bob and Bobby looked on as Jessica shifted into Drive.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">“See you girls. See you real soon” Jim Bob said so that only Bobby could hear him.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">With that, the trio peeled out, leaving the gas station.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">Chapter 3.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">48 minutes later, the girls arrived at the Ponderosa on the Texas side. The smell of bacon and other breakfast meats cooking inside would make you close your eyes and say “mmmm”. Even the air in the parking lot smelled like heaven. April was finally calming down now that she was in a clean change of clothes and had a few hits of pot. She was more embarrassed over her little accident now than frightened.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">Sharon and Jessica had talked back and forth about their strange experience and how they dreaded the fact that they may have to stop on the way back to get gas.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">“No way! I’m not stopping back there again” April interrupted the conversation between the two.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">“I’ll fly back if I have to. I’m not stopping there again!”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">“We could just take highway 90 back to school. It’ll take longer but we can totally avoid that route” Sharon suggested.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">“We’ll just have to leave earlier.’ Jessica said.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">The trio sat in a booth and ordered their breakfast. They couldn’t refrain from looking outside, all wondering the same thing until one of them spoke up.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">“Hey, what if they followed us? You don’t think they would do that do you” April asked.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">“Nah! Jim Bob has a business to run. How else is he gonna save up for fuckin’ toothpaste” Jessica answered making Sharon laugh and April smile.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">The other customers in the restaurant began to stare at them. Sharon looked around and felt a little embarrassed.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">“And what about Fi-fi-fo-fum? What a freak right” Jessica asked.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">“I know!! Man, did you see the size of that mitt” Sharon asked still in awe.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">April listened as she once again grew uneasy.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">Jessica leaned in closer and said a bit softly “Still though, ya gotta wonder. His dick must be the size of your arm Sharon.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">Sharon’s eyes grew wider, mouth agape “Jess! Shut up! You would wonder about that!”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">April was visibly shaken now and sat up from the booth “I think I’m gonna be sick” and ran to the bathroom.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">“See, you know she’s still gotta be in some sort of shock” Sharon said to Jessica.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">“What?! I thought the grass mellowed her out man” Jessica said non-chelantly.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">“Well, go check on her Jess!”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">“Fuck that. I’m tired of babysitting her man. You wanna be her mama, you go check on her” Jess now sat legs outstretched, facing the isle with a lit Marlboro in between her index and middle finger.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">Sharon shook her head in disapproval, got up and walked to the bathroom where April ran to moments earlier.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">Jess puffed on her cigarette and looked toward the bathroom and just the tiniest bit of remorse peeked out. Her conscious made her sigh, say a quick, guilty “Fuck!” and get up and meet her compadres in the bathroom.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">Jess poked her head inside the ladies room and said “Knock, knock.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">There was a pause for a moment, then April said “Come in Jess.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">As Jess closed the door behind her, she saw her friends standing quietly in front of the mirror.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">“Hey, I’m sorry. April, Can you forgive me sport” Jess asked as she placed her arm around April. They were all looking into the mirror now.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">“Yeah, I guess. I just wanna hurry up and get home is all” April said looking in the mirror at Jess.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">“We will. We’ll skip the bars and just hurry up ok?!” Sharon said.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">April looked at Sharon’s reflection and said “It’s cool. No huge rush I guess. I am starving now that I puked.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">Jess said with a smile “Yeah, let’s eat dammit!”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">With that, the trio walked back to their booth laughing, people staring but that didn’t matter now. Things were right in the jungle again.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">They could be seen from outside the restaurant laughing, talking, having fun, eating, joking. They were totally oblivious to the rusted old Chevy truck sitting outside at the far end of the parking lot. The trio ware being watched, studied, fantasized about. Seeing the weakness in their minds, they would not stand a chance.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">“You can have her too. But I go first boy. I don’t   want   ya ruinin’ her fer me” Jim Bob said to Bobby as they both singled out Sharon from the other girls. They would have them too but Sharon was special.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">Chapter 4. What’s Her Name?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">“You sure you’re ok to drive” Sharon asked April.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">April walked over to Sharon and opened her hand for the mustang keys “Yes, I’m fine now.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">“Alright, let’s Vamoose” Jess shouted. She hurried toward the passenger side calling “Shotgun!”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">Sharon followed hoping to beat Jess to the door.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">“Hey, It’s my car! I get Shotgun automatically” Sharon playfully wrestled for the door handle with Jess.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">“No, I paid for breakfast honey. I call Shotgun” Jess said smiling as she managed to push Sharon’s hands away from the handle.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">“Shit. Fine, I’m gonna take a nap” Sharon gave in, pushed the seat forward and climbed in.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">Jess said victoriously “Hehe, sucker!”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">April buckled her seat belt, fired up the horses and waited for Jess to close the heavy door. They were homebound now. The girls all lived in surrounding towns. April was from Devine. Jess was from the big city of San Antonio and Sharon was from Lytle. They would First Drop off April, then Sharon would drive to San Antonio to drop off Jess. Then it wss back home to Lytle.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">Jess turned on the radio to hear the first   cords of War Pigs by Black Sabbath. Cheers of “Yeah, turn it up!” came from Sharon and April. Jess lifted her right leg and stuck it out the window showing off her cowboy boot and smoothly shaved leg. Jess nodded her head to the beat and lit up a cigarette. April tapped on the steering wheel to the beat of the drum. Sharon stretched out her arms, holding on to the sides of the front seats, swaying hear torso and head side to side. She closed her eyes and lost herself in the music. It was always a sensual song for her.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">April looked in the rear-view at the road behind her. She saw a rusty old pickup truck about half a mile or so. It appeared to be speeding to catch up to them. She paid attention to the speed this thing was traveling. Her heart began to race.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">With War Pigs still playing on the radio, Sharon and Jess heard the engine of the old pick up roaring ever closer to the mustang. They turned and looked out of the back window only to see the old ford pick-up speeding closer and closer. Their blood ran cold as the sheer speed of the truck increased the closer it got to them. The intent was clear, the truck was going to ram into them.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">April wasn’t sure of what to do. Should she slow down? If she did, the truck would definitely catch up to them. Should she make a sudden sharp turn? They might flip. There was mostly desert around them. Should she outrun them?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">The car was fast. It was her only option.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">“April, they’re gonna hit us” yelled Sharon as she turned forward and braced herself for the impact..

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">Jess pulled her leg inside the car, squeezed her eyes shut and yelled a loud “Fuck!!!!”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">Something awoke in April. Something she had never felt before. A sense of fearlessness. “This could be fun”she thought.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">With a smirk on her face, the whites under the bottom of her eyes visible, she said “No way mother fucker!”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">April slammed on the accelerator causing the engine to scream and work harder, taking them ahead at a high rate of speed.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">Sharon and Jess now looked up surprised. They looked at April. Jess saw that April looked like a woman possessed. Eyes forward, focused, an evil grin on her face. She had not seen this side of April before.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">“April” Jess shouted.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">April slightly turned right, just enough to see Jess with the corner of her focused eye. She then blew Jess a kiss and returned to the staring at the road ahead.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">They were now racing ahead at 122 miles per hour.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">“Goddammit April, be careful” Sharon yelled from the backseat.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">The old pick-up was catching up to the girls.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">April looked at Sharon in the rear-view and said “It’s Ole’ Jim Bob and his Nephew. I recognize the truck from the gas station. You know what they’ll do if they catch us right? Jess, do YOU know what they’ll do if they catch us?!”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">Jess just looked back at Sharon in horror.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">April said calmly “They WILL fuck us. Big Bobby wants to shove his monster cock inside of you Jess. And you know that’ll hurt. Sharon, do you wanna be a rag doll for Ole Jim Bob and that fuckin’ sasquach? Huh?! I didn’t think so! You know, maybe I’ll just slow down so they can catch us. Or do you want me to go faster? Careful or faster Sharon! You decide baby doll.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">The sound of engines roaring all around them, Sharon and Jess looked at each other with wide eyes in shock.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">Sharon yells ahead “Go!”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">“Yeah Baby” shouted Jess.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">“Sharon, you thought about naming this bitch yet” April yelled to Sharon in the back seat as she glanced in the rear view.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">Sharon’s wide eyed expression broke with a smirk as she considered a new name for her early graduation present.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">“Yeah, Mayhem!”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 312.75pt;">“Whoo yeah! Mayhem. Owwwww” Jess howled as she drummed rapidly on the dashboard. <ac_metadata title="&quot;Sisters of Mayhem&quot; New story only HALF complete.Could use some feedback.  Thanks Creeps!"> </ac_metadata>