How old was Randall?
“That’s the immaculate ambiance of piss and B.O., Kid,” I said, rolling my eyes, and walking up to warm myself by the fire.
The blush on his neck made me think of Randall’s, and my cock did a little wiggle for my pretty cop, likely seething back in the warehouse. Would he follow me here? Was I smart when I made my way to the homeless-ies? Maybe I wanted him to follow me.
No. Judas. Get your dick in your pants and focus on making his life less of a shit sandwich. You are the reason he’s in this mess.
“So fugitive. You wanna get some drinks and play chess?”
I ignored Garreth’s words, keeping my feet moving forward, with a wave over my shoulder.
Randall would be getting up by now, right? His legs probably couldn’t move, but he’d be back from jelly mode in no time. I didn’t put it past him to chase after me, even incapacitated, which, for all intents and purposes, I definitely should have made him go night-night before leaving him in a puddle of come.
Maybe that was an oversight.
Or maybe you like playing with Randy’s Pandy and don’t want to hurt him.
Damn demons.
“Fuck your grandma. She needs something to replace my dick snot.”
The voices didn’t quiet, but they became that muted blur that was tolerable.
The junkyard smelled like spoiled meat, a new upgrade from the usual old-tire-and-dirty-water stink. Now, it was right out of a horror film.
Guess that made me the busty blonde running toward the danger, huh?
Picking up my pace, I started jogging baywatch style, letting my non-existent titties bounce as my feet connected with the ground over and over. If Randy wanted to follow me after all, and up his stalker game, then I’d better give him a good show.
CHAPTER FIVE
Judas
Parcel?Ooo fancy.
A bit vague, but meh, I loved vague. Made me feel like I was the puppet master and could make it all into whatever the fuck I desired.
Dance monkey!
The back junkyard was a maze of rusting car tires, broken pallet thingys, and stacks of scrap metal that smelled like a thousand wet dogs died in each other’s armpits.
Perfect and cozy…Definitely a great place to meet mysterious ‘parcels.’
I crouched behind a dented hatchback car, yet another forgotten memory in this place. But here I could continue surveying the mess. A rat scurried past, squeaking like it knew I was about to screw something up while the demons in my brain debated whether or not to eat it.
“C’mon, Judie, it could taste like a peach. Fuzzy and with a juicy pop.”
My inner demons chortled while I snorted.
“I’ll stick to the candies, thanks. Still can’t eat potatoes after Mary’s special additions.”
“Judie patooty eat that rat’s booty.”
“Shut up, Roxie.”
The sun was low in the sky, streaking the metal with an orange light that reminded me of prison garb. Shadows jumped and flickered like they were alive along the scraps of metal. I wasn’t going back to prison.
Fuck that with a ten-foot pole.
