Authors: Noel Merczel
CHAPTER EIGHT
Gina DeFazio was seventeen
years old. Five feet two, with curly cornflower blonde hair and wide spaced aqua
marine eyes, she was young and innocent looking and loved to play up those two facts by being a big tease
.
In fact, teasing men was Gina's favorite pastime.
"I'm ripe for the pickin!" Gina joked, peaking out the window of her bedroom.
Gina's bedroom faced Candlepin Avenue, and right across the street lived old Mr. Barnaby. He must be about a hundred and ten. He was gross. So gross!
He shuffled and hobbled around his yard, his bony sickly white arms with the flesh all dangling off reaching out to pick up a stray piece of garbage that had drifted onto his driveway.
Then he would stand up... as much as his stooped body could stand up... and stare at Gina as she sat in her front yard pretending to pick weeds.
This past week, Gina had developed a brand new routine.
Well really, it was more like a brand new game. The game was called
Pretending to Pick Weeds
.
Gina would bring out a waterproof cushion from the back deck and set it down next to the big maple tree with the Hosta
plants underneath. Then she'd sit on the mattress while wearing her new super short tangerine skirt from Maybelline’s with white lace cotton panties underneath.
Next, she would half-heartedly pluck some weeds out from between the Hostas
and plop them into an old flowerpot. She'd sit with
her legs bent up; the triangle of white cotton panty between them clearly visible as she “worked.”
She'd pretend she was intent on her weeding job. But out of the corner of her eye, she would see old Mr. Barnaby's weird milky white eyes staring over at her... devouring the site of her nubile young body exposing the wedge of naughty white panty, right in broad daylight.
When that happened, a gloriously naughty warmth spread over her nether parts... it was a warmth that was so intoxicating that the rest of the world was blotted out and nothing else existed except for that delicious hot oozing sensation. This luscious sensation propelled Gina to spread her smooth tan legs even more.
Old Mr. Barnaby would just stand there, staring at her exposed panties, not even trying to hide the fact that he was staring. Eventually, Gina would spread her legs so wide, she knew the panties were exposing a tiny bit of her
smooth plump outer vagina lip
.
That's when she just couldn't stand the excitement any more and would rush inside her house, race up to her bedroom and lay down on her bed. Then Gina would yank down her panties and rub herself, imagining old man Barnaby staring at her naked body the whole time.
It was so funny! Yesterday, Gina's Mom spotted the flowerpot full of weeds sitting out in the yard. When her mom came into the house, she caught Gina making herself yet another mint chocolate chip ice-cream cone.
Gina was sure her mom was going to complain about Gina
having the snack right before dinner. But instead, Mrs. DeFazio exclaimed, "Gina! You’re doing yard work without being asked! I'm so proud of you!"
"Yea..." Gina said, catching a drip of the minty blue green ice cream as it trickled down the side of the sugar cone.
Like she cared about the stupid yard! She would rather have a yard filled with lollipops and gushy cream
-
filled chocolates, like that yard on the Willy Wonka movie. Who care
s
about dumb old plants, anyway?
Okay, so maybe Gina felt a little guilty about her mom's misguided praise. But not guilty enough to stop
playing her new game - even though it was so perverted
. The problem was,
playing the game just felt so darn good!
And how do you stop doing something that feels so
good?
Well...that just goes against human nature, Gina reasoned
. So it wasn't even her fault that she couldn't stop.
Tonight was the big night! Tonight Old Man Barnaby really would get to see her naked!
Gina had stacked up some pillows on her bed, so she was at a high enough level to be viewed out the window.
She knew old man Barnaby sometimes just stared out his upstairs window... probably hoping to catch a glimpse of her getting dressed – or undressed. So Gina waited patiently for him to stick his old gray wizened skull out the window.
And BINGO! There he was, hacking away... spreading his disgusting old man germs throughout the neighborhood.
"Game on!" Gina sang.
She was wearing a frilly short white nightie with no panties underneath. Gina was so excited about her plan and the anticipation of it all, that she was totally wet between her legs.
Her parents were downstairs watching a Harry Potter DVD for the millionth time. It
was so weird... she was the young person in the house
and she couldn't stand Harry Potter. But her parents loved the geeky movies. They were always saying "Brilliant!" as though they had suddenly become English
.
“I can’t believe Hagrid has a girlfriend!” Gina heard her mother exclaim, as though she hadn’t seen Goblet of Fire ten dozen times before.
Gina strode around her pink bedroom, casually flipping on the light switch. She knew old man Barnaby was probably on the verge of a stroke, watching her march around in a short frilly nighty; the cheeks of her plump young ass peeking out the bottom.
Biscuits. That’s what they called it when the bottom of your ass sticks out in plain view. Gina
learned that term recently when she looked up “funny people shopping at Walmart” on Google Images.
Evidently, there are lots of "biscuits" on display in Walmart at any given time, in warmer weather.
Gina pretended she was bending over, putting something away in a drawer.
"I'm exposing my soft naked biscuits to you, you dirty old man!" she purred softly.
The oozy warm feeling was flowing through her again. Gina casually arranged herself on her platform of pink satin
pillows.
Then she laid down on the bed and pulled her nightie all the way up, exposing her firm young breasts.
"Look at my naked body, old man!" she exclaimed, in an exaggerated little girl voice.
Gina started to finger herself between her legs....slowly....
That’s when she heard a young man's voice outside
shouting, "HEY! HELP! HELP! COME OUT HERE!"
Oh, great
! Gina thought.
Somebody saw me
!
But why would he be yelling for help?
Did she give him an out-of-control erection
?
Gina pushed her nighty back down and
slid off the bed. Then she quickly crawled over to the light switch, jumped up and flicked it off. After that, she crawled over to her window, feeing nervous.
Old man Barnaby wasn't looking out his window anymore. But what Gina saw out in her front yard under the Maple tree was weirder than old man Barnaby dancing hip-hop in the park!
She saw that good looking guy from down the street, the one who was always jogging by, and his ugly nervous wife
. Plus, she saw
some strange freaky woman with long dirty hair
and giant glasses. T
hey were all fighting on her front lawn!
It looked just like a scene from Scary Movie.
Maybe the good looking guy was having an affair with that freaky woman and his wife found out?
Such drama! Suddenly, Gina forgot all about Old Man Barnaby, and just decided to enjoy the show.
"Real Housewives of Shady Oaks!" she joked.
Suddenly, there was this low growl that ended in some kind of
shriek like it came straight out of a horror movie. A
real
horror movie; not
the fake kind, like Scary Movie.
To Gina, it sounded exactly how she imagined the devil would sound.
"What the hell?" Gina asked herself.
Then the woman with the long tangled hair was pulling the other woman away from the man...
maybe those two were lovers...maybe the three of them were lovers
?...Gina's mind was buzzing with possibilities when,
WHAAAAT
?
It appeared as though the dirty tangled-hair woman was chewing the ear off the guy's ugly wife....and the guy was shouting,
"HEY! HEY! COME OUT HERE! WHERE IS ANYONE?
"
Suddenly, the scene didn't seem so amusing to Gina any more
.
Now it seemed downright gruesome.
Something really, really bad was happening out there.
CHAPTER NINE
Gina jumped up from her position on the floor and grabbed a pair of flowered shorts out of her dresser drawer. She tugged the shorts on, without putting on any underwear first. Then she ran down the stairs
zipping up the fly.
All the lights were off downstairs and her parents had abandoned Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire in favor of peeking out the front window in the living room.
"What the hell is going on out there?" Gina asked.
"SHHHHH!" Gina’s Dad commanded.
"Why isn't anyone calling the cops?" Gina whispered, wondering idly if Old Man Barnaby was seeing any of this.
"Can't get through," Gina's Mom told her. "Not on the cell phone or the land line. It's just a busy signal."
”
That is so weird," Gina said. "I never heard of that happening before. Like there's a war going on or something."
"Internet's down too," Gina's Dad added.
”
We should help her...." Gina said, about the woman being attacked on their front lawn.
The family stared in wide-eyed horror as the strange woman with the giant glasses and the
long tangled hair appeared to be eating the other woman's head.
The man was now kicking the monstrous woman in the head.
The woman reared up and chased the man a few yards away, before going back to her meal.
"This looks like a scene right out of that show Dead Heads!" Gina exclaimed in disbelief. "Isn't that the woman from down the street? And isn't that her husband?"
"Could be...." Mr. DeFazio said, squinting. "Perhaps it's some sort of promotion for that show you mentioned, Gina...what’s it called again?"
“Dead Heads, dad,” Gina said with a sigh. “Everyone knows that. But why would people from our own neighborhood be in a promotion for a TV show? Unless they're like really crazy fans..."
"Don't you think that's going a bit far if it's true?" Gina's Mom asked. "I mean, come on! How is anyone supposed to tell the difference between what's real and what's not? See...I knew there was a problem with all these gory TV shows and movies, and all the violent video games....they go straight to people's heads. Especially young people. Pretty soon they can't tell the difference between what's fake and what's real!"
"Yea, but these people aren’t even young," Gina pointed out. "Maybe to Old Man Barnaby they’re young, but everyone’s young to him. They're adults! Oh God...I see lots of blood on our lawn
!
I think someone should go out there!"
"Calm down, Gina," Gina's Dad said. "It's probably fake blood."
"That's just what I'm talking about!" Mrs. DeFazio exclaimed, exasperated. "Fake or real...how does anyone know? Like
fake breasts and all those dumb
hair extensions! How do you know what's real and what's not anymore?"
"I don't think now is the time to bring your jealousies into this dear," Mr. DeFazio put in.
"How can it be fake blood? It's not even Halloween!" Gina cried out, as though Halloween was the only time of year fake blood was allowed. "It's the middle of July!"
"I'm not jealous!" Gina's Mom declared, obviously offended by her husband's comment. "Just because I made some comments about that weather girl on
that news channel
the other day doesn't mean I'm jealous! I thought she looked trashy
and unprofessional, with her fake eyelashes and her fake hair and her fake this and fake that!"
"Well, I don't want anyone going out there!" Gina's Dad announced, ignoring his wife's outburst. "These people could be on drugs, even if they do live down the street. We'll just wait for the phone service to come back on."
"Yea, but...why isn't there any 9-1-1?" Gina asked, feeling a rising panic.
She was going to die!
She knew it
!
"Why can't we call anyone?" Gina asked, her voice climbing. "Do you think there's a connection between the phones being down and what's going on out there?"