Spying on mother in shower

Devils advocate : maybe SIL asks for babysitting and because you don’t ask it hasn’t dawned on them. Seems like you might have a no one can take care of my kids as well as me attitude due to the developmental delays. My mom is fairly oblivious and would never ask to have my kids for a weekend but if we asked her she would be so willing and so excited whereas my MIL asks for them constantly. We are very unfortunate in that both mine and my husbands parents don't like babysitting or minding our 5 year old son. My mum has met a new partner (my dad died 18yrs ago) so she goes and stays with her new guy in a town about 30 miles from where we live every weekend. She has made it clear that she won't be doing any more babysitting (she works during the week so couldn't have ds (dear son ... You can't knock free babysitting, but sometimes parents overstep boundaries in their efforts to help. ... a place many of them don't want to be, ... but don't explain things too much." If your MIL ... Don't want my MIL to babysit... Ever. Mummabear19 07/02/14. My MIL has begun the 'when can I babysit overnight' issue... I do not trust my MIL at all. Ever since my son was born she has been trying to push me to give him foods and drinks that he can't have without getting sick. She told me to give him cordial at 2 weeks old! Don’t want MIL babysitting. Give It To Me Straight. Currently I am part time working 3 days a week so that my 2 month old is only in daycare for those 3 days and I get to spend the other two with him. I am already thinking about going back to full time just because I know eventually my work will require me to. If i go back full time, MIL will ... If you don't feel like you MIL is a safe caregiver, don't allow her to babysit. Your husband may have become a wonderful person in spite of MIL, rather than because of MIL. Or she may have been a better caregiver 30 years ago than she is now.

2020.10.16 08:51 Beeboopbop11 In on mother shower spying

Currently I am part time working 3 days a week so that my 2 month old is only in daycare for those 3 days and I get to spend the other two with them. I am already thinking about going back to full time just because I know eventually my work will require me to. If i go back full time, MIL will demand to watch LO on the day during the week she is off. She had already basically TOLD us she would be watching LO on that day before i let her know that i was only going back 3 days a week and our daycare requires a 3 day minimum every week or else you can’t go there. I am not comfortable with her watching LO. It sounds mean if you don’t know the whole back story which would take forever to tell. You can reference my other post on some background. She is very controlling. Has to have everything her way. Even my SILs and DH know that she is but “that’s just how she’s always been 🤷🏻‍♀️”. We have cameras set up in our house that record and she has made comments about knowing we’ll spy on her watching our baby. Just the other day she tried to make DH convince me to go out by myself somewhere on my first day off and to bring LO over to her house to babysit. None of LO stuff is over there and plus at 2 months old there’s no reason to be at anyone else’s house. MIL has had DH convince me to leave LO and go to the store just so she has alone time with baby. Which is another reason I don’t want her babysitting. She will demand LO go over to her house. I know she’s probably trying to avoid the cameras in our house and also my FIL smokes so it’s a hard no. MIL has yelled at me and DH telling us to never sleep with LO because we will suffocate him but then she comes over to our house and lays on our couch to take “a little nappy” with our baby laying on her chest. We ask her not to do certain things but she does it anyways. She cusses and drops the eff bomb practically in my babies ear when she’s holding him. Me and DH decided we both needed to heavily lay off the cussing because that’s adult talk and we don’t want LO repeating us. I don’t think she even tries. She comes over and we ask her to wash her hands. She huffs and puffs and says she just washed them before she came over. ? You touched so much stuff on your way over. Who’s to say you didn’t stop somewhere and pump gas. If she babysits, no one will be there to force her to wash her hands or to not kiss him (she has before after being told not to), or to correctly wear her mask (she only wears it over her mouth. Not her nose). I don’t trust her to not run all over my house if she babysits here. She’s laid in my bed before and I about lost it. My bed is mine. I would never go to someone’s house just to flop all over their bed in my dirty clothes. I don’t want her taking naps in my room. She has no respect or boundaries concerning others belongings. Before my LO was born, I sorted through all of the clothes and put them all in zipper bags that I left on the floor of his room. MIL went up there by herself one day to “look around”. She was up there long enough for me to completely forget she was even in the house. The next day I go up there and the clothes that were in the bag were now all laying beside the bag still folded where she clearly went through everything. Which whatever. But then she denied it when DH called her out on not putting it back how she found it and she blamed my dog. Said he must’ve dug them out. They were perfectly folded. I don’t think my dog dug them out and then refolded them. My mom planned my baby shower. My MIL tried everything in her power to gain control of it. Started to buy things (that didn’t even match the theme) and when I would tell her that my mom was handling it, she would get pissed and say she’s buying it anyways “just incase”. She had told me before the shower planning began that she would hang back as not to step on my moms toes because she herself would be pissed if my SIL’s mother in laws tried to take that away from her. At my shower she told me to cut my cake. I was busy so I said hang on. She told me again and I told her I’d grab DH and we would be up. By the time I walked up there, she had already cut my cake and had it on plates. It’s because I didn’t listen and she wants what she wants when she wants. I’m so sorry for the long rant. Once I get going I get so side tracked by all the little things I remember. But am I wrong for not wanting her to babysit my baby? Especially at her house? And how would I even tell her no? Financially it wouldnt even help us for her to watch him. It would only save us $12 a month if she watched him one day every week. But how would I even say no to her spending that time with him? How do I explain I trust daycare and have no anxiety when he is there but I will be sick to my stomach all day if she were to watch him?
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2020.10.11 02:15 racylacyta Spying on mother in shower

TLDR at the bottom. Sorry for the long post. Trigger warning for DV.
Some background: My husband (40m) and I (31f) have been together for 11 years (married 9). He is a person with ADHD and Autism. I have excused a lot of his behavior because of this, but I'm at the end of my emotional/mental rope. I have been in grad school for 7 years which is when things started getting really bad, so I've been unable to leave due to the mental and financial situation I'm in. I have been in therapy for 3 years and am finally becoming my old self again recently. I live in Florida.
The issue:
His parents (Early 70's now) are well to do and have always looked down on me and my poouneducated family (they made no secret of this). Husband and I had a great relationship until we got engaged and his mother pulled a lot of petty stunts.
Here's a short list of the things his mother has done:

This all happened before I turned 23. My husband slowly became more and more mentally, emotionally, and physically abusive. He hit me one night when I was 25 and ran off to his parents. They knew what he did. No one checked on me. No one called. I tried to throw him out when he came back three days later but they reminded me that the house was in both our names (even if I'm the one paying for it) and they would sick a family lawyer on me if I tried to make him leave. I was also raised Baptist, so my own dad telling me I would go to hell if I divorced my husband did a number on me.
I've been living here making the best of things ever since. Two years ago I found out my husband had become addicted to porn and was looking at it on his work computer (at the University I attend and work at!!). He is in IT and KNEW the school can track internet use!
I had no idea what to do and thought his parents might at least try to help since even they had to see how dangerous what he was doing was. I called his father (who I thought was the more reasonable/responsible one) and begged him to help me get through to his son. He proceeded to call me a crazy B and scream at me. After years of abuse I snapped and called him a Fing AH and hung up on him. I hate cursing and never talk back to elders, but I couldn't take it anymore. His dad called my husband and lied saying he never called me names and that I cursed him out unprovoked. He then told my husband to "control your woman." My husband didn't believe me.
I told him I was done with him and his family and that if he lost his job, I wouldn't hesitate to get a divorce, and I'm done taking crap from him and his family. I told him I was refusing to ever speak to his parents again and that if he wanted to stay married, I wanted him to go to therapy since it was clear where his misogyny and and abusive ways came from. I told him I needed him to stand up to his family for me and seriously consider cutting off contact if they could not respect boundaries about me/us. He said he didn't want to divorce. Since I was still in school and I know therapy takes time, I told him he'd have a year and a half and I needed to see progress in that time. He agreed and went to therapy for a few months.
I did not see much improvement, but he stopped looking at porn all the time (I think). Then he lost his job due to reasons unrelated to the porn (being late to work constantly, not responding to emails, etc.) and has been reliant on me since. I pay all the bills and carry the insurance. He has cut back on speaking to his parents, but doesn't talk about our dirty laundry/me. Or so I though.
Recently, we swapped phones so he could use mine for a coupon app. While I had his phone, it lit up with his dad texting him about me saying I need to take meds and how crazy I am. He said I alienated myself from my husband's family and from my own family (I have a JUSTNO mom who has been arrested for attacking family members and has attempted to kill me). He said my husband needed to get a lawyer and "know his rights" if he was planning on leaving me (only money we have is my student income and only asset is a paid for truck, and our house. No kids.). I found out my husband had initiated the convo and had told his dad he was thinking of about speaking to the family lawyer.
I asked if that meant he was not longer interested in staying married. He said no. That he changed his mind again and wants to keep working on things and was "looking for a new therapist." I told him that this was not what we agreed and he was welcome to leave at anytime since he decided to not stand up to his dad again. He begged and pleaded and I finally said he could have one more chance if he promised to cut off his parents. He balked and said he wanted to at least warn them/tell them why and I agreed. It's two weeks later. He talked to his dad again without confronting the issue.
I'm trying so hard to break the cycle of abuse from my family and his.
Should I demand he cut contact? What other things can I do to save my marriage? Should I stop trying and just secretly get divorce paperwork done?
TLDR: Husband's parent have been critical and abusive towards me since we got engaged for no reason and he refuses to stand up to them and tell them to stop. He's told me he would stop talking to them, but I found out recently he hasn't.
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2020.09.28 21:25 Poorkid8 20 [M4F] Illinois/USA Looking for someone I can chat endlessly with and do nothing with

Hey, so I don't have much experience in dating so you'll have to bare with me.

Here's a little about me:

• Name: Tarek (طارق/pronounced "Tariq" [tˤaːˈrɪq])

• Age: 20

• Gender: Male

• Religion: Islam (Sunni [mostly]/no particular madhab [my mother is a Hanafi]/I mostly prefer to be traditional, though I appreciate certain modernist ideas/mostly practicing [I pray, fast, and eat halal] but there's a ton of room for improvement

• Politics: Cosmopolitan/Moderate (at least I like to think so/I try to avoid any extremes weather it be extreme conservatism, progressivism, liberalism, authoritarianism, capitalism, communism, socialism, nationalism, etc.)

• Ethnicity: Arab or Middle Eastern

• Nationality: Syrian American

• Residence: Burr Ridge, Illinois

• Occupation: Student

• University: DePaul

• Major: Political Science

• Appearance: 5'10 or 177cm/75kg/Messy curly dark brown haimoustache and beard/acne/glasses/skinny overall but with a bit of a belly (no abs) with man boobs/you could say I look like your basic nerd (but without the smarts XD)

• Positive Traits: Imaginative/cultured/ my friends tell me that they see me as a formal, well mannered, gentleman type

• Negative Traits: lazy/sometimes irritable/absent minded/sometimes forgetful/horrendous screaming voice with threatening, crazy body language/pleasure seeking/prone to bingeing/ internet addict/obssesive/grouchy at times/taking things too seriously/not taking a joke at times/picky

• Other Traits: introverted/shy/daydreameheavy sleepesensitive/lonely

• Interests: History/Politics/Religion/Culture/Muslim Culture/Internet/Internet Culture/Comics/Movies and Series/Stories/Fiction/Alternate History/Gaming (mostly PC and Nintendo)/Classical Music/Video Game Music/ 80s Music/ Meme and YTPMV Music

• Physical health: It is ok I guess, I don't exercise much bit I do like to bike sometimes and walk a lot/my diet isn't very good mostly consisting of carbs, meat, and dairy/can't stick to a stable sleep cycle

• Mental health: I try to avoid things that put me in a bad mood (not always successful)/deal with intrusive un wanted thoughts from time to time/I have been diagnosed with OCD and am taking medication for it (though I don't trust the diagnosis 100%)

• Likes: snuggling and cuddling/talking forever with someone/gaming with people/long warm showers and baths/fantasizing/cute relationship comics you find on Instagram/cats/stand up comedy/family entertainment/biking/fast food/seafood/milkshakes/smoothies

• Dislikes: people who dislike me/chauvinists/self declared "experts"/most conspiracy theories/atheism

• Some games I've played: Red Alert 2/ Civilization V/Hearts of Iron IV/Call of Duty World at WaWorms Ultimate Mayhem/Super Mario 3D Land/ Super Mario Bros Wii/Luigi's Mansion 2

• Some shows I've watched: Man in the High Castle/SpongeBob/The New Adventures of Winnie the Pooh

• Some movies I've watched:

• Some books I've read: 1984/Animal Farm

• Some comics I've read: TINTIN/Asterix/The Killing Joke/Let's Play (webtoon)


What I'm looking for:

• Age: 18-21

• Religion: Preferably Islam/any sect is fine as long as your not an extremist in any direction, practicing, modest, and are somewhat traditional like me

• Politics: as long as your not extreme or chauvinistic your fine with me

• Ethnicity/Nationality: doesn't matter but I'd prefer someone with a similar background to mine

• Location: preferably near to where I live or at least within my state

• Traits: patient/loving/respectful/kind/family oriented/gentle/understanding/passionate

What you should know:

• I would like to show you a picture of myself and would also like to see a picture of you at some point

• If things look like they're getting serious I'd like to involve both our parents before things progess any further

• I'd like to meet virtually on zoom at some point and maybe even in-person if possible (with precautions of course)

• Don't want to be scammed, stalked, or spied on. If I get the impression that you are doing any of that, I'll block you. If I do so unjustly, then I apologize but I rather be safe than sorry

• I'm still in university (might be for another 3 or 6 years)
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2020.09.21 14:08 TaroAD Compiled Questions & Theories [SPOILERS TTwP]

A long and wild compilation of doubts, open questions, and theories, derived from my own thoughts and those of this sub after reading The Trouble with Peace, to muse over and consult again before the release of the last book next year. Here goes:
Union / South

North Styria Rikke's Visions I included everything I found on a quick skimming through the two books, even stuff that is likely already resolved. Just a thought sprinkled in here before: After making the "Choice", how much of the stuff Rikke claims she sees is actually true? How much is she making up now that she has embraced Isern's advice of "You can't choose what you see. But you can choose what you say."? How strong is her control on her visions - can she pry open the Long Eye at will or do the visions come randomly but without the fits and shitting? Might the runes be somehow similar to the writings on Fenris the Feared? Anyway.

A LITTLE HATRED
"I saw folk falling from a high tower. Dozens of 'em. I saw folk hanged. Rows of 'em. I saw a battle bellow a red hill. I saw Uffrith burning." (Blessings and Curses)
Beginning of the recurring tower vision. See further visions down below. The rest refers to Stour's/Calder's attack on Uffrith and the Battle of Red Hill.
Sun eaten by a wolf, eaten by a lion, eaten by a lamb, eaten by an owl (Blessings and Curses)
How much of this have we already seen? Stour beating the Union by burning Uffrith? Leo beating Stour in the circle? Supposing that Orso is the lamb ("Young Lamb") and that "lamb eating lion" signifies his recent victory over Leo's rebels, who is the owl that eats him? Bayaz has been suggested, or Rikke for having a big eye, as has been a parliament (="group of owls") representing the replacement of Union monarchy with a parliamentary system. This bodes ill for Orso who might get hanged in the end (analogy to Charles I or Louis XVI, depending on who does the killing), which thematically fits the frequent recurrence of hangings in his arc. (Given the recurring botched hangings, Orso might get executed very smoothly with Abercrombian irony. There is also a theory of Orso being guillotined for perfect effectiveness, given the previous title of a "beautiful machine", which might be stretch.) Or are all of these animal eatings yet to happen? Because the Union has not really been "eaten", as in "wholly devoured", by Stour, come one.
A bald weaver with a purse that never emptied. (The Lion and the Wolf)
Lots of ideas for that one. Bayaz seems the most obvious, but I don't see him having an interest in destabilising the Union to the extent the Breakers want to, unless he wants to reform the Union very drastically. Plus, Sulfur went to stop Leo in Angland and threatened Bayaz' anger. Does Pike count as bald? Glokta? I have seen Savine suggested, which would be an interesting development if Joe can pull it off. After all, the vision doesn't have to be fulfilled yet. This doesn't even have to refer to the Weaver but technically any weaver (which is unlikely, but still).
"I saw an old woman whose head was stitched together with golden wire." (The Lion and the Wolf)
Caurib.
Lion and wolf fighting in a circle of blood. (The Lion and the Wolf)
Leo and Stour's duel. This one should be resolved. Unless the two cripples are going to have a go at it again.
"I saw a white horse prancing at the top of a broken tower." (No Expense Spared)
That tower again. Honestly, no idea about this one. House of the Maker reference? Also a white horse? Unfortunately, Leo's horse during the final charge is not described.
"I saw a great door open, but on the other side there was only an empty room." (No Expense Spared)
Reference to Tolomei (and Yulwei) possibly having escaped the House of the Maker? Or the House opening somehow and Tolomei/Yulwei escaping then? Is this somehow related to the Burners, or are they just fanatical idiots?
An old chieftain, dead [...] (No Expense Spared)
Dogman. RIP.

THE TROUBLE WITH PEACE
"I saw a river full of corpses." (Visions)
Not sure. Is this a reference to Stour's men getting killed by Clover, Downside and crew? Was that a river?
"I saw two old men fight a duel in the Circle, and the two young women hold hands under a golden dome." (Visions)
Two old men must be Red Hat and Oxel/Oxel and Shivers. Two young women are Savine and Isold dan Kaspa, though why Rikke would see that - apart from a foreshadowing for the reader - I don't know. Remarkable that Rikke always sees things that pertain to her in some way instead of anything random going down in Thond or the Far Country.
"I saw a flag with an eye upon it, standing behind a high chair," with someone sitting in it (Visions)
Rikke's banner behind Skarling's Chair, which she sits on. This and the previous "two men in the circle" one are interesting because these are visions that Rikke herself turns into reality. Standing before the keep in Carleon, Rikke would say, "I have seen it." She was right on this one.
"I saw an old woman. And her face was stitched together with golden wire." (Visions)
Caurib.
She opened her eyes and, by the dead, a battle. A battle at night, but lit by fires so bright it looked like day. Or was it smoke? Broken pillars like broken teeth. A lion torn by the wind, ragged and stained. And a sun on a broken tower. There was a flash like lightning, a noise like thunder, and men were ripped apart, horses flung like toys. (The Choice)
Stoffenbeck battle, specifically Leo's capture. Might the tower be the place Leo and Savine had their headquarters in, the house of Lord Steebling? But how is it broken? And what people are falling off of it?
"Have you known a thing completely?" "An arrow. From its making to its end. When it flew, I pushed it away with my finger. And a sword. And a crack in the sky." "What was inside?" "Everything." (The Choice)
The arrow is likely a throwback to A Little Hatred. Not sure about the sword. The crack probably indicates a world-changing event, like the return of Euz or of demons or something that lends a measure of credence to the Burners' fanaticisms. But who knows?
She could smell fire, just beyond the mouth of the cave. But she was not in a cave but her father's hall. Burning thatch dropped from the burning rafters. Screams outside the doorway. (The Choice)
Probably a vision of past events, when Stour burned Uffrith. Maybe foreshadowing of the Dogman's death.
She saw people at the top of a high tower beneath a bloody sunset. A line of them. A queue of them. One by one they fell. One by one they hit the ground beneath. (The Choice)
That tower again. Can't be Steebling's tower. We have not seen this yet, I'd say. I'm sticking with a theory of something major happening with demons, the House of the Maker opening, which is more tower than house, some people falling off somehow with a backdrop of battle in Adua and Midderland.
A woman stood on a high wall. A terrible woman holding a terrible knife. A man leaned beside her on the stones, and she smiled as she raised the blade. 'Break what they love,' she said, merciless, ruthless. (The Choice)
A woman having captured some castle? "Break" as in "Breakers"? Judge? Is the man Broad?
A great building burned. A high dome crumbled inwards, sparks showering into the sky, showering down the shingle. (The Choice)
The dome indicates the Lords' Round. A vision of the past, when the building was destroyed by Bayaz, or of the future, where the new building will be destroyed, probably related to the crack in the sky? Sparks showering both skywards and to the shingles? Sounds supernatural. Demons?
"It started off with me climbing a hill. But when I got to the top, the sun rose over green uplands, and there was a lion, and it wore a crown." (New Friends)
This is after Rikke's "Choice", so she might be making this up to reel in Leo and Savine in hindsight of her betrayal. I don't see Leo ever becoming king, but who knows?
... that was longer than expected.
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2020.09.19 22:21 ladybugvibrator Spying on mother in shower

One could say this is not an unresolved mystery. Heber Jentzsch's location and status are known, at least as of June 5, 2018, when he spoke to law enforcement. But much like Shelly Miscavige, the wife of Church of Scientology leader David Miscavige, Jentzsch has not been seen in public for many years. He resides at Gold Base, a Scientology compound near the small city of Hemet, in Southern California; and he is believed to be a longtime prisoner of "the Hole," the base's private prison. He is 84 years at the present time (September 2020). Tl;dr at the end.
There are a lot of people in this story, and in the podcasts I'll be linking to, many of them speak familiarly with and of each other, and use a lot of Scientology jargon. Here's a rough list of names:

Heber Jentzsch joined Scientology in 1967 and rose to become a prominent church spokesman. The title "President of the COS International" is misleading, because "president" sounds like he was in charge, but he was merely an executive with a very forward-facing role. The real leader was the church's founder, L. Ron Hubbard. When Hubbard passed away in 1986, it was Jentzsch who announced it to the press. Hubbard's successor was the young (only 25 at the time) David Miscavige, who came seemingly out of nowhere to usurp control of the cult.
I'm tempted to digress here and talk about the history of Scientology and why it is a destructive cult, but there are many, many other sources you can investigate on this topic. Instead, let me introduce Gold Base, aka Int Base. This site is located in a desert area of Southern California, about 100 miles southeast of Los Angeles. The property was a former spa with a natural hot spring. It is a real cult compound, with access in and out highly restricted. While it seems to have fallen out of favor recently (for example, David Miscavige is reported to no longer live there), in the 1990s and 2000s, the site was very busy. Golden Era Productions made Scientology's films and videos there; another facility manufactured e-meters; and David Miscavige presided over all from the Religious Technology Center building. Wikipedia has descriptions of the various locations on Gold Base. In 2016, an anonymous source flew a drone over the site: footage is here, reactions from former base staff are here.
"The Hole" has its own Wikipedia page.) Its existence first became known to the outside world in a 2013 exposé in the Tampa Bay Times. It is a pair of double-wide trailers where, according to numerous firsthand accounts, David Miscavige locks up senior church officials who displease him. According to escapees from Gold Base, "the Hole" was established circa 2004 as part of a pattern of escalating abuse and control from Miscavige to his staff. He would berate them verbally, send abusive communications, and attack them physically (even beating men much larger than himself--Miscavige is only slightly over 5 feet tall). He played horrific mind games, one of the worst being a game of "Musical Chairs," in which those who lost their seats were told they would be "offloaded" from the base to locations worldwide, to do degrading menial labor forever and never to see their families again. Desperate fights broke out and chairs were torn apart. (Marc Headley, former Golden Era Productions executive, describes the incident he eyewitnessed in an interview here (it's worth a listen, he's a great interviewee). A somewhat different account, also by Marc Headley, is here, but he hadn't been out of the church as long when he wrote it, and I think he was trying to obscure his identity. The Scientology jargon is thick.)
Two important concepts in Scientology are "crimes" and "suppression." Crimes are somewhat analogous to the concept of sin in Christianity. If something is going wrong in your life, you have probably committed crimes, either in present time or in a past life. Or perhaps you are connected to a person who has committed crimes, and their evil influence is suppressing you and making your life worse. Such a "suppressive person" (SP) needs to be located and either removed from your life; or if they're a Scientologist, the SP needs to perform the "A to E steps" or penance to prove they have repented their crimes. Well, David Miscavige was having serious problems with his staff. When he'd ask them questions, they'd just sit there silently with expressionless faces, afraid of setting him off. It drove him fucking crazy! Clearly he was surrounded by suppressive persons! Before long, in 2004, 15-20 people were spending day and night in the trailers, doing their A-E steps. The degrading shit they went through is detailed in the Tampa Bay Times article above. The number of prisoners increased, going up to 70-100 by 2007. They slept on cots, on conference tables, or on the floor. They showered in a garage. They were fled slop. And they had nowhere to go, having given their lives over to the Sea Org and living on a fenced-in compound in the desert. The trailers became known as the "A-E Room," the "SP Hole," and finally just "the Hole." One of the earliest prisoners was Heber Jentzsch.
Returning to Heber's story, in 1988, he and 69 other Scientologists were arrested in Spain. It was a scandal, but he got out on $1 million bail, and in 2001-02 the charges were dropped. Around the same time in the late 80s, David Miscavige was also vocal about how much he disliked Jentzsch's wife, top-level Scientologist Karen de la Carriere. Courtesy of Miscavige's personal dislike, de la Carriere was taken to Gold Base and forced to do penance in the form of running laps around a pole 12 hours a day, as well as enduring 6 months of brutal interrogations about her "crimes." It worked--they divorced in 1988. In 2004, Heber Jentzsch was imprisoned in the Hole. In 2010, de la Carriere publicly left the church and announced to the world that Scientology had broken up her family. Her and Heber's son, Alexander Jentzsch, was now a young man and had been cut off from his father, except for a few phone calls, for 6 years. Unfortunately, when his mother went against the church, she became an "SP" and Alexander disconnected from Karen.
Two years later, Alexander Jentzsch caught walking pneumonia, which he attempted to treat with vitamins and Scientology "touch assists." He also may have taken methadone, which suppresses breathing. He passed away on July 3, 2012, at the age of 27. Karen de la Carriere learned of the tragedy through a phone call from a total stranger. Alexander's wife, who is a Scientologist, prevented her from seeing his body at the morgue. After the media reported on this story, a memorial for Alexander was held at the Scientology Celebrity Center in Los Angeles. Karen was not invited, but Heber Jentzsch was there--the first time he had been seen in public since 2004. Last known photo of Heber Jentzsch (center). Similarly, the only known public sighting of Shelly Miscavige since 2005 was at her father's funeral in 2007. The death of a close loved one may be the only furlough from SP jail.
On August 4, 2020, a podcast broke the story that in 2018, one of Heber Jentzsch's relatives had attempted to do a welfare check on him. This is the Fair Game Podcast, hosted by Mike Rinder and Leah Remini. Their names were all the way back at the beginning of this post; they were both raised Scientologists. Mike Rinder was head of OSA and an important spokesman for the church in the 90s and 00s, until, like so many, he ended up in disgrace. In 2007, Miscavige plucked him from "the Hole" and sent him to London to appear in John Sweeney's BBC Panorama documentary, "Scientology and Me." But instead of going back to the next punishment detail COB wanted for him (digging ditches in Sussex), Rinder left the church. Leah Remini is an actress best known for her role on "King of Queens." She left the church in 2013 after stirring up trouble by asking questions (where is Shelly Miscavige?). Remini and Rinder created a TV show, Scientology: The Aftermath, which ran 2016-19 on A&E. The Fair Game Podcast is their new project.
From here on, this post will follow the information in Episode 2 of Scientology: Fair Game. Remini and Rinder describe an episode of their Aftermath TV show that ended up not being made. Their guest is Tammy Clark, the daughter of one of Heber Jentzsch's many sisters. Tammy remembers her Uncle Heber from her childhood, and had exchanged a few letters with him as an adult. She last wrote him in November 2017, and six months later, in May 2018, received a warm but generic letter back. The letter. Rumors had reached the extended family that Heber's health was failing. Worried about her elderly uncle, Clark contacted Rinder and Remini to help her do a welfare check on him in Gold Base.
In June 2018, Tammy Clark contacted the Riverside County Sheriff's Department to let them know she was coming, and that entity behaved rather strangely in response. First, the sheriffs attempted a welfare check on Jetzsch on June 4, the night before Clark arrived from Utah, only to be told he was at a doctor's appointment. The sheriffs had led Clark to believe they would meet her on June 5 at the gate of Gold Base the next day, but did not arrive, leaving her confused. "The place seemed deserted," she said. Then a sheriff's deputy came OUT of the base to greet her. He had come in by another entrance and done the welfare check by himself; Clark was not allowed to see her uncle, who said he did not know her. True, he had never known her as an adult, but he had supposedly written her a friendly letter just the month before! The deputy also did not speak to Jentzsch alone. The 82-year-old was accompanied by a woman named Nettie Alcock, his "full-time nurse." Rinder discusses on the podcast how absurd this claim is. Alcock, who is personally known to him, has been in the Sea Org since she was 16 years old and has at no point gotten a nursing license. She was there to "handle" the interview with law enforcement and make sure Heber Jentzsch didn't say anything out of line.
Heber Jentzsch told the deputy that he was "enjoying his retirement" and was just fine and dandy. They did not speak to him alone, inspect his body (he had a long-sleeved shirt on), or see him standing up or walking. The sheriffs' report is here: page 1 page 2 page 3. Mike Rinder points out that it is absurd (again) for a Sea Org member to retire, and that the Scientology world has never been informed of his retirement (remember, he was the titular President of the organization!).
I'll stop summarizing the podcast here. If you listen, you'll hear more about the consequences of Tammy Clark's visit: private investigators visiting her and her elderly mother; letters from attorneys, etc. (You can also read a more concise summary here.) The consequences Heber Jentzsch may be suffering are unknown. The last known sighting of Heber Jentzsch was the welfare check documented on June 5, 2018. On November 30, 2020, he will turn 85 years old.
Epilogue and Misc Information: According to Mike Rinder, 10 to 15 people may still be imprisoned in "the Hole." The identities of all of these people are a true unresolved mystery. Who are they? Besides Tammy Clark, is anyone out there looking for them?
Shelly Miscavige has not been seen in public since 2007, after mostly disappearing from view in 2005. Leah Remini submitted a missing persons report on Shelly in 2013, and so she allegedly told an LAPD detective that she is alive and she is where she wants to be (wherever that is). However, SHELLY IS NOT IN THE HOLE! She is believed to be held at the CST compound "Twin Peaks," high in the mountains east of Los Angeles. Drone flyover footage of Twin Peaks is here.
I started writing this post last week, but this week the Fair Game Podcast interviewed Karen de la Carriere about her experiences with attacks from the church and the tragic death of her son. It helped me fill in more details. Episode 8 here
Part of journalist Tony Ortega's coverage of Alexander Jentzsch's death includes this quote from Heber Jentzsch, allegedly spoken to his brother David in 2009: "I'll never get out of here alive."
The Tampa Bay Times 2009 series "The Truth Rundown" brought to light a lot of Scientology abuse through interviews with ex-members. I linked to one section above. This is where Mike Rinder first spoke out about David Miscavige's abuse. This is the first part, and it includes an index to the rest of the reporting.
In these episodes of Jeffrey Augustine's podcast Surviving Scientology, ex-RTC executive Claire Headley describes her daring escape from Gold Base in 2005, and the events leading up to it. I really recommend listening to all of the episodes from Claire and her husband Marc, as they have seen some CRAZY shit. Claire 1 Claire 2
TL;DR: Is octogenarian Heber Jentzsch okay? The Church of Scientology says he is! But they're not letting him out of their sight.
For anyone looking to leave Scientology, the Aftermath Foundation will help you.
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2020.09.16 10:50 Mitchlou84 Mother spying shower in on

I am 35 years old make £50,000 live in NW UK and work as an accountant. This week i’m on holiday with just my dog, driving round the North Coast 500, Scotland’s answer to Route 66.
Day 1 - Saturday
6.30am -Eeek it’s here... I wake up and bring coffee upstairs to bed with the dog M for a last cuddle. I’m going to really miss my husband D but I do understand him not wanting to close his business again so soon after being closed for 3 months due to Covid. It might seem odd me holidaying on my own but we are very happily married - honest.
8am - I start getting my stuff together. I’m not a big fan of breakfast early on after waking up, but I have a long way to go today so I grab a muffin.I get myself ready, then get D to walk with me to the park, so that M can be thoroughly emptied and he gets a good run around. He’s not over pleased with his new car harness (he usually travels in D’s car with a dog guard) but I strap him in and off we set. 334 miles to go...
9am - I blast some tunes and M goes straight to sleep, and I push through until Gretna Green which takes just under 2 hours. I’ve often driven past here, but never stopped, but I need a wee and think it’s time to let M out too. We have a quick walk through around the visitor centre complex.
11.30am - I then hop back in the car, and my next stop is the Starbucks at the services. I had made myself a packed lunch but I annoyingly left it in the fridge and so I pick up a tuna melt and an iced coffee from some credit on my app. I’m breezing along at this point, the scenery looks stunning and I can’t understand why the sat nav is saying it’s going to take so long to arrive. I make a quick stop at a lay-by just to see if M wants a wee or a drink. Then I hit the outskirts of Perth... What should be the last hour takes 2, in fact it takes 30 minutes to drive a mile. I’m absolutely exhausted by this point and M is telling me he’s understandably fed up. We start moving again and I’m so tired it’s getting dangerous, and I notice that some of the lay-bys have access to a lovely riverside path, so I stop. I put M on his lead and we just do a 10 minute walk, which makes both of us feel better. Then the last 30 minutes through the most stunning scenery, and we’re here. Kingussie in the Cairngorms. I check in, this was one of the cheapest hotels and it’s great, they upgraded me to en-suite which was super kind, and the room is great albeit very hot.
4.30pm - I dump my bags and head straight out with M. I find a couple of places to let him off, then a lovely river for him to cool off as he’s super warm. Then to the hotel bar for a well deserved cold pint £4. The staff and (fairly well lubricated for 5pm) locals are so unbelievably friendly, couldn’t have picked a better place to stay. I shower as I’m dripping, get changed into something cooler, which I sweat in immediately as the room is boiling, then we walk out to where I have booked for dinner - the tipsy laird. The staff again are super friendly, and I order a cider, and the Tipsy burger with cheese. Everyone loved M and he was brought water straight away, but the only problem was that the table I was given was on the through flow to the toilets/kitchen so he was up and down like a yo yo saying hi to everyone, and I didn’t get the most relaxed meal. The burger comes though and it’s massive! Big feed for £12. I decide to leave after this, we’re parked in the middle of the through flow really, and it’s not super restful for either of us, so I pay the bill £15.65 and walk back the same way as earlier Max can have a run around and I phone D for a quick chat.
8.00pm - I head back to my hotel and buy a bottle of wine. £15.50 that I drink a glass of in the bar, a glass in bed, and pack the rest for another night. I watch a bit of tv on my iPad, and have an early night as we have an adventure tomorrow...
Miles travelled - 334 Hotel - £55 Amount spent - £55.64 including a half tank of petrol the night before
Day 2 - Sunday
7.00am- I had set an alarm this morning, as I have a bit to do, and I want to pre-empt any wee needs as we are 2 floors up in the hotel. He’s also had loads of water as it’s boiling. I didn’t get the best night sleep unfortunately which is a shame as the bed is amazingly comfortable. The room was unfortunately just super hot, nothing they could do as it’s been a heat wave. I’ve also never stayed away with M before except with family and he was hot and unsettled. So I had the window open, but all the young lads from Kingussie unfortunately decided to congregate under our window, playing their music from the car speakers making him quite understandably stressed. So I throw on last nights clothes and we go for a quick walk, then I come back up and shower, make coffee and pack the million things I seem to have brought up to the room. Not easy to travel light with a dog. I would have liked to have had breakfast here, but the hotel and both coffee shops in the village don’t open until 9, and I need to be on the road. So I just eat a muesli bar from the car and we head off towards Aviemore. Unfortunately my car sat nav gets me hugely lost, and keeps trying to send me down down gravel tracks to get on the A9 which surprise surprise don’t lead me onto a massive dual carriageway... I end up back tracking all the way I came as I had no phone signal to double check. Turns out I should have just carried on a few more miles. Puts me a bit behind schedule.
9.30am - I park the car at the air bnb that I booked, quickly pack a day rucksack and we frog-march down to the train station, as today, we’re going on a steam train. M’s first time on a train. I collect the tickets (£16.25 + £1 for M) and find our table. They have sold only half of the tables for social distancing and it’s really well organised. We choo choo off. It’s very picturesque, but mostly fields etc but still a worthwhile little outing. M isn’t quite as interested and goes to sleep. We get out at the first stop as I want to split my ticket, so I get a reservation for the later train back. They sort this for me (again everyone is super friendly) so I jump back on again. At the terminus I get out again for some photos and a leg stretch.
12.00pm - Back at the Boat Of Garten stop we gather our things and get off, as we have a reservation at the Boat inn for lunch. I order a pint of cider, and a sandwich and chips. We just hang out here for a while, well ages really as our train back isn’t until 3.30pm, unfortunately the middle train of the day got cancelled with Covid. About half way through I get a bit peckish again and order a sticky toffee pud and a glass of rose. I pay the bill which comes to £36.25. It’s coming up for our return train time so we wander back to the station, and not long after the train arrives.
3.30pm - We board and chug our noisy way back to Aviemore station, where I have a quick wee and then we walk the 30 mins back up to our air bnb to check in. I booked a tiny house just outside of Aviemore, and it’s ideal.. The lady who owns and runs it (it’s in her garden) has broken her elbow, but her Mum is there looking after her and they both show me around and make a fuss of M. I have a quick shower, and we both just chill out for a bit as we are exhausted. I decide not to go out tonight. It’s been a long couple of days, so I think fish and chips, a glass of wine and Netflix is on the cards. As I’m just about to head out the owner lets her dog in the garden and they have a fab 20 min play whilst I chat to Karen who is truly lovely.
7pm - I nip to the Co-op where I pick up a bottle of wine, and a pack of hot cross buns and some utterly butterly for the next 2 mornings breakfasts which costs £9.30, and then I order Haddock and chips for me, and a sausage for Max, £11.05. I head back to the cabin, get in my PJ’s, and just have a lovely chill. The cabin is amazing as night time wee’s can be achieved by just opening the door into the garden, shame I’m only here 2 nights. Write my trippie, and sleep like the dead.
Miles travelled in a car - should have been 15 but was actually more like 30 Miles travelled on a train - 20 Accommodation - £75 Amount spent - £73.95
Day 3 - Monday
6.00am - I wake up early so I nip to the toilet and then am just able to open the cabin door to the garden, and M can sort himself out which is just so easy. I take my medication then we both get back into (our separate) beds for a bit and fall back asleep. I wake up at about 8.30am to a snoring dog. I pop the kettle on, make myself a coffee then toast 2 hot cross buns for breakfast, setting off the smoke alarm in the process. Both fully breakfasted I pack a bag, load the car and we’re off to Loch Morlich.
10am - I find the right car park after a couple of bodged attempts, and scrape together the £1.50 car parking charge. I get a leaflet with a map (just worth pointing out I’m fair terrible with maps) and set off towards the beach. Well Mr water baby practically drags me in when he sees the loch. After a couple of false starts, me going the wrong way, then me following the wrong colour signs, and a brief occasion where M may have decided to join some kayakers, we get on the right trail, we are going to walk all the way round the Loch, about 6km. It’s quite warm, and very midgey but stunningly beautiful and we don’t see anyone for the first half until we start to come across people who are doing shorter walks from the other way. Towards the end we cross a bridge and I lose my path altogether, I know I’m not right but I am right next to the loch and can see where I need to go, so I just clip him on the lead and we follow the road. Later on I see where I need to be; the path is elevated on the other side of the road, but I decide scrambling up verges next to busy roads isn’t overly sensible. We make it back to the beach, let the boy have one last swim, then head back to the car where much towelling is done, as well as a bit of pre lunch damage control with wet wipes and a clean t-shirt for me.
12.30pm -Our lunch stop is the Old Bridge Inn, and so I park up and we wander in. It’s a beautiful old pub, and it’s Monday today and the UK govt eat out to help out scheme and so it’s 50% off. I order a cheese board which comes and is absolutely fab (but why do they never give you enough crackers) and a pint of cider. I have a little nose popping up to see if there is any cheese going spare. I eventually catch someone’s eye and ordered a piece of cheesecake. This comes with sorbet which makes me really happy as I love sorbet (and can’t eat ice cream). I get the bill which comes to a mere £11.90. This Eat out to help out is really going to help me stay within budget.
2.00pm - Back in the car, we drive back up the road to the home of the Cairngorm reindeer herd. The hill walk is one of the things I would have loved to do (I did it in 2008 though) but obviously no dogs are allowed, and due to Covid the little paddocks with a few to pat and snap are closed. I drive up regardless though just to see if I can spot one from a distance. Unfortunately no luck, so I head all the way back through Aviemore where I stop at the Cairngorm Brewery to choose some beers for DH as a gift. I debate dropping the car and going out for a drink, but M can barely keep his eyes open, and so I nip to the Co-op for a cold bottle of Prosecco. I still do have a couple of half bottles of wine, but neither are cold, so I’ll drink them later in the trip when I get a fridge or a bar with ice I can pinch.
4.00pm I just have a shower, get in bed for a bit, have a glass of Prosecco, message D and write my notes.
6.00pm - After a bit of a chill out, I get dressed, sort a few bits out then we wander out and into the village. On the way past we stop at a stone circle I spotted on google maps, pretty funky and right in the middle of a residential area. We get to our dinner reservation half an hour early, but they kindly seat me anyway, but just say I can’t order food until my reservation time which is no problem. It is super busy and it takes a while to get a drink, but I just read my book. I decide on a smokey chilli chicken pizza and skin on fries, and it comes and it’s massive! Also very spicy but really tasty, can’t complain at all. Total including 2 glasses of wine was £20.75, an absolute bargain. I love this eat out to help out business!
8.00pm - We wander back to our little cabin. Pj’s and a chill out in bed, we’re moving on tomorrow and it’s an early start so to sleep for both of us.. a lovely day and I’m so glad to have seen Aviemore again, but I’m excited to move on and see some more new places.
Miles travelled in a car - 15 Accommodation - £75 Amount spent - £51.35
Day 4 - Tuesday
7.00am - When the alarm goes off I snooze a couple of times, then start the process of showering and getting dressed whilst trying to make coffee and breakfast, pack and sort Mout all at once. I wash the dishes, then load the car, and off we go. Our first stop today is Dochgarroch lock, as we are going on a Loch Ness cruise.
9.00am - We make cracking time which is good as it did take me a little longer than expected to get everything in the car. We pass road signs highlighting a yellow weather warning for heavy rain (hello Britain) so I pack both our rain coats just in case. The boat is ready for us, so we wander on and sit outside at the back so I don’t have to wear a mask for 2 hours.
9.30am - We set off, chugging slowly down the canal, past the smallest lighthouse in Britain, and then when we enter Loch Ness we really pick up speed, charging right down the centre. No rain yet, in actual fact it’s very sunny so I keep swapping seats to try and get shade for us both, as stupid Mummy remembered his water bottle, but not his bowl to drink from. Yesterday when I went to the brewery, I completely forgot to pick up a beer or two for my best friends birthday, so when I see the Loch Ness lagers on the bar onboard, I buy 2. £9.20 which serves me right for not being smarter yesterday as they are double the cost. We pootle past Urquhart castle which I have visited myself back in the day, and I get some photos as they turn the boat round for us all to see. A lady is on board who is a single Mum with 2 kids (at least one special needs) and 3 chocolate Labradors. She managed to remember a water bowl though (what a human being) and she sends her little girl over to offer M water. I feel like my dog is quite rightly judging my parenting skills at this point as he pointedly drinks up like he’s not been offered water in days. We start to head back up the canal, and I must say I’ve really enjoyed it. Well worth it.
11.00am - Get back to the car and the first stop is filling the car up with Diesel. This comes to £45.47 but I buy a meal deal for £4.95 too as I’m getting hungry. Quick wee stop then I’m on the road,this is my first actual section of the NC500. First stop is Dornoch Beach. I park up for free and give M a real treat, a swim in the sea. I’m a bit nervous as it’s busier than expected but he’s completely excellent and charges around like a loon, but comes back to me with no issue at all. Much towelling and cold drinks for both of us, then back in the car. I’m looking for the stone remembering the last witch execution in 1727, it’s now in someone’s garden, but I find it.
1pm - On the road again we go, this time just to the outside of Dunrobin castle. I would definitely have paid to enter here and see the falconry display, but it’s not dog friendly. So I just take a photo and have a nosy, then it’s north again. This time it’s a quick stop at Cairn Liath, an old stone Broch. This is fabulous, we have to cross the A9 on foot which is a little hairy, but so worth it. I can let M off and we both have a good nosy around.
3.00pm - My last stop is a museum called the Timespan museum which I have read you can take dogs into. Unfortunately it’s closed though, so we decide just to push onto Wick where we are staying tonight. The roads get incredibly hilly, and I see my first Highland coo... you just wouldn’t imagine here you are anywhere near a big town, but then all of a sudden, a lidl, a retail park, and a town, with a wetherspoons
4.30pm -Find the hotel and check in, super friendly again. And I have a massive room on the ground floor near an exit to the car park, so incredibly thoughtful. The bed is huge too. I decide to go for a walk through town, I snap a photo of the world’s shortest street. And then I hunt down the Wetherspoons. I sit outside with M and order a pint of strongbow on the app. Absolutely ideal because I don’t even need to go inside to order and therefore leave him. I then realise I can order bar snacks from the app too, I even get 50% off my peanuts. If I’m honest, if i had known i could eat outside, and that it would be dry I would have eaten here tonight, but it is undoubtedly better to give the money to the independents after all. I stay here rather longer than expected, mostly because I realise my watch has not quite stopped but gone very slow. I spend under a tenner here including buying a bag of crisps for the car tomorrow. 7pm - Back to the room and I shower and get changed, feed M then wander to the hotel dining room. I’m eating in the residents lounge so I can keep M with me. To be honest with you, I think he’d prefer to be in the room in bed, but the hotel is packed with people coming past, and I’m worried he’ll bark if he gets startled so I keep him with me and he goes to sleep on the carpet. Then starts flirting with the Scottish ladies visiting. I order a wine, mozzarella sticks and chicken jalfrezi which are quite nice. This costs £20.50. I ring D, write my notes, then head to bed. It’s been a busy day, but a really good one..
Mikes travelled in a car - 149 Accommodation - £86.95 Amount spent -£91.48 but I have plenty of budget left from prior days to chip into the petrol
Day 5 - Wednesday
8am- Waking up I take the boss out for a quick wee, then head back to the room. Breakfast for him and shower for me. This hotel has been absolutely ideal, the only negative for me is that the walls and ceilings were paper thin, and I think the other guests of the hotel found the Wetherspoons too. This made M a bit unsettled as it was pitch black by this time and quite noisy, so I had to sleep the first part of the night with my foot in his bed to keep him calm. But then all went quiet and we had a lovely night sleep. The bed was amazing. We have breakfast in the residents lounge, which was great, and they even bring M a sausage.
9.30am - Then it’s time to check out, we’ve been very leisurely this morning because a couple of the first suggested stops are here in Wick, but don’t open until 10. I first head in the car to the Old Pulteney whisky distillery to look at souvenirs for D. The weather this morning is overcast to say the least, and I drive through some very industrial type areas. The town has a very different look and feel to it than yesterday strangely. I arrive and the smell of the whisky greets me, but unfortunately also does a sign saying they were closed. I snap a photo then off we go. Next is the Wick Heritage museum. I arrive at 10.04am to a big closed sign on the door. I decide to sit it out for a minute, and a lady does arrive and go through the door about 10.10am, but despite sitting it out for a while, the door remains shut with the big closed sign on the door. I know these places are small, but I wish they had updated their website/social media as I had got the impression they would be open. I won’t be deterred at my next stop though, Tesco petrol station, I only need just over a tenner, but it’s really cheap so decide to top the tank up and it’s on to John O’Groats. I’m glad we didn’t stay here the night, but it was a great little stop. Thankfully most things are open, so I head into the little Brewery and get D 3 local beers from the brewery in the village £10.50, then grab myself a coffee for the car, £2.90.
11.30am - It’s then onto Duncansby head lighthouse. And a bit of a walk over the field to the sea stacks. I really enjoyed it here too. The Castle of Mey is my next stop, this once used to be owned by the Queen mother and apparently has lovely gardens. I was hoping to be able to nip in like Dunrobin yesterday for a quick mooch and a photo, but they are only letting people in with pre-booked gardens tickets. They are super friendly though and point out where on the road I can get a quick photo. Then it’s onwards and upwards again. I follow the signs then for Dunnet Head. This is the most furtherly north place in the UK (not actually John O’Groats). This was a longish single track road to get there, and again there is a lighthouse, and viewpoints over to the Orkney islands. Again very worth the trip up and Max enjoys the walk around. Good practice for the single track roads too.
1.30pm -Back down the long winding track and it’s the Dunnet Bay gin distillery next. I don’t drink gin either, but my husband and best friend do, so I nip in and buy them some souvenirs £19.50. I’m desperate for a wee at this point, and the lady from the gin shop points me next door to hotel where they have outdoor toilets they don’t mind people using. I notice a really busy eating area, and a quick google later and they are doing eat out to help out. It’s nearly 2pm by this point, and I’m hungry, so I grab Max and sit outside. I order a lime and soda and some mac and cheese. This turns out to be a great idea, as I don’t really see anywhere else to stop on the way, it’s also delicious and costs me a whole £6.48. I spy a sign for a beach, and the boy has been so good, we go for a walk on Dunnet Bay Beach. This is absolutely stunning, and we both absolutely love it. Well I do until he brings me a present of half a dead fish.
3.30pm - Onto our destination for the evening, the village of Tongue. It doesn’t look that far, but the roads quickly become single track, very hilly and winding, and this time there are HGV’s rumbling past. I have to be honest I find it fairly traumatic, and don’t really get to take in the very stunning scenery for trying to avoid sheep who are napping in the passing places! I really wish I had stopped to photograph the roads. Truly beautiful but I didn’t half wish D was here. But I make it in one piece, with a rather big sigh of relief. I unclench my hands, and check into my room, it’s a single which is no problem, in fact the bathroom is bigger than the bedroom strangely. They have left me a complementary bottle of wine though which is a nice touch (I pack this for another night) I have a cool shower and just chill out for an hour or so with my book. It’s very warm, and incredibly midgey, I must have about 50 bites on me, but the bed is comfy. We go down and I order dinner, onion bhaji’s followed by lamb shank. The food is a little expensive, but absolutely lovely. I’m quite tired, so I take M out for a very quick walk round the village, then we head back upstairs. I think I have a lot of single track driving to do in the morning, so I have an early night watching MAFS Australia in bed. I think the older I get the earlier my bedtimes do 😂 It’s been a really good day despite a couple of closure early on.
Miles travelled in a car - 95 Accommodation - £60 Amount spent £79.50
Day 6 - Thursday
7.30am - I wake up to my alarm. Both of us slept really well. Think M is getting used to hotels now. It’s fairly wet, wild and windy this morning, but my weather app tells me it should be fairly short lived. For today anyway. Usual dog wee, shower, and packing up of our worldly possessions.
8.30am - I go down for breakfast, having packed the dog bed in the car, to find that I can’t have him with me for breakfast. I decide as it’s cool the car is the safer option, but I rush through breakfast as quickly as I can. I sneak a couple of bits out in a napkin to the car for him, then I pack up and check out.
9am - We drive for the first hour on single track roads, stunningly beautiful again but thankfully quieter so I build confidence a bit. I soon figure out the best way for me to slot in behind someone at a safe distance and almost take a tow. That way they make the call to go or stop, and I just follow. It takes me an hour to do 28 miles, but I’m happy enough pootling along. In fact my first tow is a campervan doing 30, but then I progress later to a VW Sirvocco doing 40, go me...
10am - Our first stop today was Smoo Cave, well what a fab stop, and I’m even able to let the little monster have a swim. It’s stunningly beautiful, and well worth the 10 minute walk back up and down. It has got very very warm, completely different to how it looked this morning when I got up.
11am - Only a few miles away was the Balnakeil craft village. I make a pit stop first at the famous Cocoa Mountain, where I get a coffee which comes with 4 chocolates for £5.95. I was going to buy D some chocolates to take home from here, but they are £1 a chocolate, and I’m worried they’ll end up in a soggy mess by the time I get home as it’s warmer than expected. So I just sit in the sun with my coffee for a bit have a quick nosy in one of the shops, but I’m no good in a mask, so I head back to the car and get on my way.
12pm- I snap some photos of the famous Kylesku bridge, then carry on, I miss the sign for the Rock shop which is recommended, this is possibly because it may be closed, and decide to do the optional detour to Lochinver. This wasn’t the best call. It’s 11 miles which does take about 20 minutes each way, and I head to the pottery shop. Well it’s all stunning, but at over £35 for a mug, it isn’t the souvenir shop for me. I haven’t had any lunch, so I stop at the Lochinver larder, a famous pie shop. Well all I want to do is buy a takeaway pie for lunch, but after 10 minutes in the queue which is just to pay, and seeing that no one who has ordered since I’ve arrived has got their lunch, I give up, I don’t want to leave M in the car for any longer. Luckily I have a spare pack of crisps and some haribo in the car.
2pm - Continuing on towards Ullapool which is my stop for the night, I spy the sign for the ruins of Ardvreck castle. Well this is a great stop and cheers us both up. He gets to swim, and I walk and clear my head. It is so beautiful, and we both really enjoy it. Not long after another sign for the Knockan Crag geological reserve. We enjoyed this too and walk the loop above the car park reading the signs and looking at the exhibits.
4pm - Not far from here to Ullapool, so we bundle back in the car and check in. It’s motel style, and can park straight outside the door, much easier for lugging our stuff in and out. Accommodation options in Ullapool weren’t cheap, this cost £95 for the room, and is 20 mins walk from the village, but it serves food and they are very nice, if a little Covid stressed.
4.30pm - We decide to follow their route to the village to give M a good walk. Ullapool is smaller than expected, but it’s very rugged and picturesque. We have a quick drink in the Seaforth inn £7, but then the bad weather is clearly coming in, and it starts raining, I’ve come out in flip flops, and a t-shirt, so not the most sensible, but it was sunny when I left half an hour ago. We nip into the Ferry Boat inn who kindly offer us a 30 min rain respite before their table bookings, and that’s all it takes. It’s sunny again. £5.50 for a glass of wine.
7pm - We wander back up the hill and order some food, goats cheese to start which is really tasty, and pepperoni pizza which is lovely but could do with 5 more mins in the oven. The owners are lovely, and we have a good chat; then it’s time for bed. Chat to D, tv, book and bed.
Miles travelled in a car - 104 Accommodation - £95 Amount spent - £61
Day 7 - Friday
7.30am - I wake up just before my alarm. Didn’t hear a peep out of the hound last night. He’s definitely now a hotel kinda dog. Pack everything up which is so much easier with the car parked right outside. Then I drive round for breakfast. I’m not really hungry but I do my best.
9.00am - I nip to Tesco to get some car snacks and a birthday card for my niece, £8.80, then join the queue for the petrol station on the way out of the village. I decide to fill up just in case which comes to £21.23. We set off, and our first stop is the Corrieshalloch gorge which has an incredible suspension bridge. We have a wander about and snap some photos, then back to the car for us.
11am - It’s then a detour to Mellon Udringle beach, this is up a single track road, I start to wonder if I have gone wrong, but I get there and it’s beautiful. M charges around and swims for ages. I had noticed a field of sheep when we arrived, but what I stupidly hadn’t noticed was the field had no fences. I turned round and M was nose to nose with a rather large ram with horns bigger than me. They were just looking at each other. I screeched and grabbed him quick and we toddle back off to the car and back on the road. There are some famous gardens at Inverewe which sound fab, but we can’t take dogs in so we didn’t stop.
1pm - About a mile or two before the village of Gairloch I hear some funny noises (followed by a funny smell) from the back seat. I quickly turn round and see a sea of vomit. Now anyone who knows me knows that I can deal with all the poo in the world, but I’m terrible with vomit. I think it’s a belly full of sea water as normally he has a gut of iron. I quickly find a petrol station and pull in, finding somewhere to tie poor M up I try to deal with the back seat. I throw the towel straight in the bin which caught most of it, but it’s everywhere and he clearly is feeling really poorly and I can’t set off yet. Leaving him tied up in the shade with some water I take the opportunity to jet wash the car as it’s covered in bird poo and he eats his body weight in grass, then throws it all back up again. Feeling safe enough to set off, we literally make it to the next parking stop, and we limp on like this for some time. We get to the Victoria falls car park, and a short walk seems to do him a bit of good. The falls are lovely, but it’s very very midgey.
3pm - A little further on we reach the shores of Loch Maree. It’s a lot less midgey here, so I sit on a rock next to the car, and he just potters about eating grass and paddling his feet in the water, and he seems to be a bit better. So we set off properly again. We reach Torridon and decide not to stop for a drink, but plod on. The roads get very narrow but it’s incredibly beautiful.
4.30pm -Arriving at our destination for the night, Lochcarron, I have a drive through the village, then head off to a tartan shop called Lochcarron weavers. I was looking for cushions or maybe a rug, but I end up buying DH a lovely woollen jumper that’s on sale at £40, guessed the sizes so fingers crossed. I decide to leave the ruins of Strome castle for the morning, so we drive back to the Loch, and I spot a fish and chip van. I’ve had no lunch with vomit gate, so I just get a portion of chips, and I eat them on a bench looking out over the Loch, but then the rain starts so we go check in. Now I must say the reviews of this place were terrible. But it was cheap, dog friendly and right where we needed to be, so I decided to take it with a pinch of salt. I’m glad I did, the room does look a little dated, but it’s clean, very friendly and I’m on the ground floor. My room in Ullapool last night was dated too but cost £95, today was £55. I give him some water and a nap (but no tea as yet which causes some consternation) then we wander next door to the barestaurant when he has had a good rest.
6pm - The food looks fab. An older lady with her son orders the special of ribs, and I’m sold. I order a leek and goats cheese tart followed by the ribs, the food is a little dear, the starter alone is £9, but we are very remote and it is very tasty. I would normally have had a helper with the ribs, but I didn’t dare, so I got a lot of incredulous puppy stares. Instead a tiny portion of dry dog biscuits for him, and a glass of wine for me from the car, and an early night again.
Miles travelled in a car - 130 Accommodation - £55 Amount spent - £73.93
Day 8 - Saturday
5am - I wake up in the pitch black to the unmistakeable sound of retching. Jump up, put the lights on and there are 3 piles to deal with.. thankfully just undigested grass really, and I have my handy wet wipes so we have it cleaned up in no time, and I decide to take him out to see if he needs a wee or anything whilst I’m awake. We just have a quick walk along the water front, being careful not to get locked out of the hotel, then back in and it’s back to bed for both of us.
8am - Getting up again and the monster seems to be feeling much better. We go next door for breakfast, but I just have a yoghurt and a croissant. It was lovely though. I really enjoyed this hotel, it was friendly, laid back and right on the route. I pack up the room, and give M a third of his normal breakfast (which he wolfs down) and we get in the car.
9.30am - We head just up the road for now to the ruins of Strome castle. I can’t let him off the lead here because there are lots of sheep, but it’s a great little stop for a walk around. It starts to rain but only quite lightly at this stage.
10am - He seems ok so we get on the road towards Inverness and eventually home (tomorrow). I must admit I had very serious thoughts of trying to just head home, both yesterday and at 5am, but I’m very far from home, nearly a 9 hour drive, and as such I think it would be better to stop regularly to offer him water and fresh air, rather than trying to push through. I have a quick call with D who reminds me that dogs eat things they shouldn’t all the time and to stop worrying, he’s eating, drinking and toileting normally and so to carry on but just not over feed him and offer him regular breaks. So our next stop is the Glen Dougherty look out, which is apparently stunning on a clear day but it wasn’t a clear day. So just a quick look about and off we go again. Nice for a photo and a leg stretch though.
11am - Last stop for us on the NC500 route is Rogie Falls. This is a great stop and walk down to the waterfalls. Apparently at the right time of year you can see salmon jumping up the falls, but it wasn’t to be today, this stop was incredibly busy, the car park was completely full and I had to wait a while to get parked, but it was a lovely walk and we both really enjoyed it.
12pm -Not long after this we reach Inverness and leave the NC500 route, we’re a little early to head to Pitlochry which is our stop for the night, so I do a couple of things, firstly grab a quick drive through McDonald’s for lunch £8.80, then fill up the car at the Tesco petrol station which comes to £19.87.
1.30pm - It’s only 90 mins to Pitlochry from here. And so I think I’ll be a little early really, so I head to Culloden battlefield for a walk around. Well unfortunately the heavens just open, and we are both completely drowned. Rather rudely I felt M wasn’t over interested in the Jacobites. But we have a very quick walk round, and then a towel off and on the road. I tell him I’ll put Outlander on for him when we get home. I’m actually very interested in history but I have been to the visitor centre before (and read and the watched the Outlander series which I’m sure is super accurate ).
4pm - We hit Pitlochry. I can’t get into the hotel car park, but I find street parking and check in nearby. This place is quite fancy, it’s in the same chain as the lunch I had on the steam train right at the beginning. Here it’s sort of a fancy gastro pub with rooms upstairs. This was the costliest of my accommodation at £99 but also the nicest. My heart does sink a bit though when I see where my room is. Sort of up two flights of stairs and round a lot of corridors and through several fire doors. I really hope we don’t need 5am dashes tonight. It’s nice to have a bit of luxury though too, most of my accommodation has been fairly basic, not even offering toiletries or tea/coffee in all cases. So this room with it’s very fancy toiletries and biscuits is very welcome.
5pm - We chill out for a bit, and I even nod off for 15 mins which is incredibly unlike me. Then we have a quick walk through the town, which looks lovely, and then head into our hotel/pub for dinner. I order the spaghetti carbonara with garlic bread. It’s lovely but very big, and I only manage half, but I did have lunch today.
8pm -We go for a last walk through the town, I contemplate an outdoor drink at a different pub, but I can’t find a table, so I have a glass of car wine, call DH, and watch Indian Matchmaking on Netflix.
Miles travelled in a car - 147 Accommodation - £99 Amount spent - £78
Day 9 - Sunday
8am - I wake up, and the boy has slept like a log. It really was a lovely room. I get up and he seems in no rush to leave his bed, so I quickly shower and pack and we head down the maze together. I take him for a wee and load the car. And then we pop in through the front door for breakfast. They kindly serve me brekkie in the bar so I can keep M with me. I order a couple of hot items, and they bring Lorne sausage which I’m not sure about so I risk sneaking a bit to M who thankfully seems back to normal.
9am - We jump in the car, and get on the road. We are going home today, but stopping at Glasgow to see my little brother. I stop at a Starbucks just outside Perth for a coffee (£10 loaded on my app), then arrive just before 11 to Pollok country park. Unfortunately it’s really very rainy, but I find my brother (A) who is 21 and just finishing up his time at uni, loan him my brolly, and put rain coats on both M and myself. We walk for over 2 hours, just chatting and getting lost. Most of the walk is spent trying to find the Highland Cows I drove past on the way in, and we do finally succeed. M absolutely loves it, and doesn’t stop running around and sniffing everything in sight. Eventually we decide to call it a day as I’m a way away from home. I drop A off at the Asda, pick up a quick Maccy’s for the car £8.40 and we head home. We end up doing it in one go (about 3.5 hours) as M was completely zonked out on the back seat. DH phones and we chat for ages, then with about 45 mins to go, we hang up and he says he’ll see me at home. I get in, to no DH. I unpack his gifts and finally give him a ring. Turns out there has been a terrible shock as his Dad had a heart attack whilst out shopping. Thankfully all is ok, but DH gets home a bit ashen, and we go round to his Mum’s to await seeing how his surgery goes, which thankfully is all fine. D picks up an Indian takeaway on the way back from his Mum’s, he opens a beer from his gift pile, and we breathe a big sigh of relief. It’s super lovely to see him.
Miles driven - 300 Amount spent - £18.40
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2020.09.13 09:59 sj20442 In on spying shower mother

https://www.reddit.com/nosleep/comments/an0s3x/time_travel_is_not_what_you_think_its_like/
https://www.reddit.com/nosleep/comments/anq3zt/time_travel_is_not_what_you_think_its_like_part_2/
My name is Clark. I am one of three people who can truthfully say they have time traveled. It is not what you think it’s like.
I’m not really certain how they selected us. I was working on my bachelor’s degree at my State University when I was approached by the team. “Project bTaOw33” is what they called it. No cool name like “Project-X” or “Project Alpha Time Warp” or something along those lines. Just bTaOw33—whatever that means.
They approached me and asked if I’d like to take part in an experiment in exchange for my tuition being paid for. I only had a year left in school, but those two semesters were going to cost me $32,000. So, of course I said yes. When I asked what the experiment was, they told me it was extremely secretive. I would be finding out details the day of, then I could decide to back out if I didn’t want to participate.
About 6 weeks went by and I was basically on-call to be ready to go whenever they needed me. Finally, I got the call. I live in Atlanta, and the team had the three of us meet up in a parking deck about 20 minutes outside the city. Once there, we all got in one of those short school buses, and they took us out to the Northern Georgia mountains.
It was about a two-hour drive and we didn’t really get much time to get to know each other. We were under strict rules not to reveal information about ourselves or talk to each other on the bus ride over. The last couple of miles were on a rocky dirt road leading down a mountain.
The bus parked in a small, maybe half-acre stretch of grass. The grass was freshly mowed, and I could tell by sight and smell. The alcove of grass was enclosed by large trees from the surrounding forest.
“Alright,” a man stood up from his seat at the front of the bus, “we’re here. I’ll brief you all once we get inside the house.”
As we got off the bus one-by-one, we could see that in the center of the clearing was a building. It had a one very large window on one side, basically encompassing that entire wall. Every other wall was black on the outside, and I could see through the window that the inside was painted white.
There was a large, silver, metal ring that surrounded the house. It came about three inches off the freshly mowed grass, was a foot wide, and had lights coming from drilled holes all the way around it.
“Watch your step, and please do not step on top of this ring,” the same man said, “once we get inside just go ahead and take a seat.”
We all stepped over the ring and made our way into the house. The “house” as the man called it, was made up of only one room. Inside, there were four chairs around a rather large circular table. The chairs, table, walls, and the one lamp were all white—the only thing that wasn’t white in the room were the pair of bookshelves against each wall, both empty.
After we all took our seats, the man introduced himself.
“Alrighty, welcome, welcome. My name is Dr. Olsen. I’m glad you all decided to take part in this—to take part in history. As we told you all, this is extremely sensitive information. After my explanation of what this experiment consists of, I’ll ask you if you want to continue. Understand?”
“What if we don’t want to continue?” a woman said, about my age with fiery red hair. “Then we know this super-secret information, right? And you’re going to let us walk out of here?”
The man gave a smile. He knew this would be asked.
“Yes, you are free to leave here knowing what the experiment consists of. However, the University and I are confident of three things. One—you won’t want to leave. Two—the University’s attorneys are rather powerful, and you already signed the NDA’s. And three—no one will believe you if you tell them.”
Silence filled the room. The redhead slouched back in her chair, a nonverbal “well, go on then.”
“The experiment,” Dr. Olsen continued, “is Time Travel.”
I smiled but wasn’t sure why. The others seemed to snort a little in amusement. The tensions in the room seemed to release.
“Now, now, I know it sounds—you know, crazy. I’ve heard it all before. I’m not asking you to believe in me. I’m asking you to just sit in this room, observe, and tell me what happens.”
We all nodded in agreement, a couple of OKs’ filled the air. The doctor carried on, “Alright, this is how it’ll work. I’m going to drive up to the control center—it’s just about five minutes up the mountain. I have a couple of colleagues there as well. From there, I will ‘flip the switch’ in laymen’s terms.”
When Dr. Olsen began his next sentence, he leaned forward and his face took on a very stern, angry father quality.
“Do not leave this room. After I walk out, do. not. leave. Do not leave until I come back down the mountain, walk back inside this room, and tell you that you can leave. I have done this experiment before, but not on humans. I know it works. I know it’s safe. I can promise you, this is safe. I cannot promise your safety though, if you leave the house.”
I remember the air shifting to an uneasy feel.
“Are—are you sure this safe? What’ve you tested it on? What’s it gonna feel like?” A scrawny blonde guy said, who couldn’t have been older than 21.
The Doctor continued, “I know it is safe. No animal I have used has been affected by this, I’ve used rats and progressed up to dogs. No bruises, no cuts, no change in behavior. And to be honest with you all, I don’t know what you should expect. I’m not sure if it feels like a tingle, a sting, a pinch, or anything else. This is the first human trial, which is why you need to pay attention to any sensation you feel.”
“Wait, okay, if we are actually about to time travel, where—or when—are we traveling to?” I asked.
“You will be launching 3 hours into the future. Once activated at the control site, this building will disappear. My team and I will be on standby for three hours, then, poof—the house is back with all of you in it, three hours into the future.”
A long silence followed. I’m skeptic of just about anything, but something about Dr. Olsen’s tone, his body language, the way he was explaining it—it was hard for me to doubt. He was dead serious. When it was clear there were no more questions, Dr. Olsen looked at his watch, stood up, and cleared his throat.
“Alrighty then, it’s 1:22 PM right now, so by the time I make it to the control site it should be just before 1:30. Warm-up only takes about two minutes, so we’ll mark your projected arrival time at 4:30. Are there any other questions or concerns?”
No one spoke. “OK—I’ll see you all in three hours. Or from your perspective, just a couple of minutes.” The doctor winked, nodded, and closed the door behind him after adding, “safe travels!”
The three of us stood from our chairs as we watched the Doctor drive off. Then we all turned to one another, the tension, yet again, easing.
“Well, he sure knows how to make an entrance and an exit,” the redhead said.
“No kidding,” the blonde kid answered, “uh—well, nice to meet you, fellow time travelers.” We all chuckled a bit, that nervous sort of laughter. “My name’s Ryan.”
“I’m Clark,” I replied back with a handshake to follow.
“Emma,” she said, with a smile that could make any man’s, or woman’s, head turn.
We exchanged pleasantries, talked about our schooling and how we were selected. Emma was the first to ask what we were all thinking. “So, what’s the chance this is legit? Don’t get me wrong, I would love to be the world’s first time traveler, but I feel like this is going to end in a dud, or we are just being pranked.”
“Yeah!” Ryan replied, “When he was explaining everything, I thought it may be a prank. Like, this may be an actual experiment from the university, but it’s an experiment to see if they can convince people they time traveled.”
“That’s meta,” I quipped.
“Oh, guys! Guys, look!” Emma was staring out the large window. The ring that surrounded the building was slowly getting brighter. It looked like a hundred laser pointers slowly brightening, shining up into the overcast sky.
“Does this mean we are in the two-minute warm up?” I said, already knowing the answer.
“I guess so,” Emma started, “God my heart is racing.”
“Mine too.”
“Same.”
We all stood. Perfectly still, watching those skinny beams of light growing brighter, until it was nearly blinding. I turned to look at Emma. Her pupils were closing to the size of a pencil tip, maybe smaller. Her gaze, along with Ryan’s, was locked on the beams. I could see their faces getting more illuminated each second that passed. Second after second it just kept getting brighter—brighter and brighter and brighter until it was like we were being engulfed by the sun.
And in less than a second, it was dark.
I chose my words carefully—less than a second. It was not like turning off a light. It was not like shutting your eyes. It was faster. It was instant.
I saw Emma’s pupils quickly grow large, as the absence of light from out the window met her retina. The inside of the house was still illuminated, thanks to one lamp in the main room.
Outside the window was nothing—not night time, not black, not pitch black—nothing. It almost had a color to it, but one I cannot explain. It gave off no light. It was the color that a blind man sees. It was the color of our sleeping nights in between dreams. It was the color of death. It was nothing.
We all kind of looked around after about a minute of silence, all staring out the same window into a void of absence.
“What the fuck is happening?” Emma said in a shaky voice.
“I—I don’t—” I began.
“My heart stopped beating.” Ryan said bluntly.
I saw Emma raise two fingers to her neck. I didn’t have to. I could feel it. It was one of the first things I noticed. When I was staring at Emma’s pupils as the light reached its crescendo, my heart was racing. And as soon as the light disappeared, so did the rhythmic thumps of my heart.
“Fuck—fuck fuck fuck what the FUCK is happening?” Emma began to panic.
“Wait, wait. This is just a part of it,” Ryan started, “I’m really freaked out too, trust me. Obviously, something is happening. If you believe the Doctor, which I’m starting to, we may be, you know, traveling through time.”
I actually agreed with him, “Yeah—yeah, you’re right. We just need to pay attention to this so we can explain later. Okay, heartbeats stopped, check. We’re still alive, check. And that—that, void. Abyss. Thing. Check.
We turned to the window in unison.
“I don’t like looking at it,” Emma said. “It’s unnatural. It’s—I dunno, not supposed to be. It’s not black but it has no light, I don’t think.”
She wasn’t wrong.
“I’m kind of glad I don’t have a heartbeat right now because I think I’d have a heart attack,” I joked. Anxious laughs filled the small space.
We finally moved from our spots where we were staring out the window. It was a relief to move around the room, and I’m not sure why. We were quiet for a couple of minutes. Emma was sitting in a chair with her knees tucked up to her chest, occasionally checking her nonexistent pulse or looking at her hands. Ryan leaned against the back wall staring out the window. I pulled up a chair next to Emma’s and joined in her quiet atmosphere.
Our peaceful still was broken with Ryan’s words, “Clark. Emma. There’s something out there.”
We looked at him, then out the window. “What do you mean?” Emma asked.
“Out there. I can see things.”
“Your mind is playing tricks on you. You know, like when you’re in a pitch-black room, your mind will make you see lights and shapes and stuff.” I said.
“No,” he countered, “it’s there. Look. Look out there. You can see, eh, I don’t know how to describe it. Just look.”
Emma and I both turned our attention once again to the emptiness. It was still. It was quiet. It was unmoving—abnormal. Yet it felt like it was meant to be there. Like it was at home, and we were its intruders.
“I don’t see anything,” Emma said.
“Me either.”
Ryan continued to stare out, unflinching. Emma and I stayed at the table, fiddling with our fingers and nervously finger-tapping. I’m not sure how much time had passed before the silence was broken. All I know is it felt like a long time—maybe an hour, maybe two.
“Well, this is taking quite some time, isn’t it?” Emma said.
“Seriously, I feel like we’ve been in here for a couple of hours,” I responded.
“No,” Ryan said, “not even a second has passed.”
Emma and I glanced looks of confusion at each other.
“What’d you mean?”
“Not even a second has passed.” He repeated. His gaze was still locked on the void. “Time doesn’t pass in here. When you look into it. Into it. You see. No time has passed. No time will pass. When you look into it, it all makes sense.”
Emma and I locked eyes once again, yet this time it was less confusion, and more terror.
I spoke up, “C’mon man, stop messing with us.”
He did not reply. He did not blink.
Days passed, I think. Emma and I sat and talked a lot. We did not grow hungry, tired, or thirsty. We did not have to use the bathroom. We came to a few realizations. One was that there was no temperature in the room. It was an absence of any heat or coolness. Air was nonexistent. After roughly twelve hours, or so we estimated, our bodies began to not breathe automatically. We didn’t need oxygen.
The other realization was about that void. Ryan had been staring off into it for the entirety of our stay, save for the first couple of minutes. He has not moved. He has not blinked. Sometimes he mumbles something about time or the universe, but most of it is gibberish. Emma and I decided that maybe something is in there. We can’t see it, but Ryan can, and it’s driving him insane. We decided it’s best not to look at it for too long.
After weeks of being stuck in that room, Emma and I were growing increasingly restless. We started arguing about little things, and eventually stopped talking altogether. Sometimes I would hear her sob, trying to be quiet. I spent a lot of my time crying as well. No tears could come out, though.
Emma and I ignoring each other was halted one day after Ryan simply stated, loud and clear, “I’m going out.” It was the first time Emma and I had even looked at each other in a couple days. It was the first Ryan has spoken coherent words in weeks. He did not look at us when he said it.
And for some reason, neither of us protested. Maybe out of boredom, depression, or curiosity, we did not stop him. He walked over to the glass door and stood for a moment, never taking his eyes off the emptiness.
He spoke to us, still facing the nothingness, “I’m going to learn its secrets. Its power. I will become a God. And it welcomes me.” He opened the door.
He reached his hand out into the void. It looked like an optical illusion. Exactly where the door frame was, as soon as he broke through that plane, his hand disappeared. All I could see was his wrist with nothing attached.
He brought his arm back inside the room.
His hand was missing. There was exposed bone, flesh, and tissue. But he did not bleed. He did not scream.
He smiled.
He then walked out into the void, looking like a ghost walking through a wall.
Emma and I stared in horror. She ran over to me and we cried together for a while.
She said seven words to me, through thick sobs, that chilled me to the bone—the first real sensation I’ve had since coming here.
“Are we going to be here forever?”
.
.
Emma and I spent a lot of our time crying.
What else was there to do? Imagine it. You are stuck in a room with nothing to do but stack chairs or topple over empty bookcases in frustration.
We tried to have sex. It was just another thing to do to pass the time. But with no blood pumping through our veins, it made things difficult. We played all of the name games, invisible tic tac toe, tongue twisters, etc. We can’t exactly play iSpy because our options for colors are either “white” or “void-esque.” Sometimes we try and sleep to no avail. We just lie there, occasionally together and sometimes apart. Eyes closed, with no rhythmic rise and fall of our chests, no soft sound of a heartbeat—just utter silence.
I didn’t think I’d ever make it out.
I’m not sure of the total time I spent in there. It was hard to tell and grew more difficult as time went on. At first it was easy. You could tell a couple seconds had passed, then minutes grew to hours. But especially after Ryan left, it was difficult. There was no rising sun. There was no moonlit sky with a glittering of stars. There was no feeling tired, no sleepiness or droopy-feeling that settled in after a long day. I felt as if my internal clock was reworking itself to be, well, broken.
Emma and I were starting to really lose it, but not in the same way Ryan did.
To curve our sad days, we’d play ‘pretend’ like we were kids. I’m not sure if this was an actual decision on our part, or if our minds were making us do it in return for a flake of sanity. Sometimes one of us would be a waiter and the other would be eating at a fancy restaurant. Sometimes we’d play doctor and one person would have to undress and be examined. In some scenarios she’d be my wife. I’d come home from a long day at work and she’d have dinner prepared for me. She’d call the kids down and we’d pretend to eat, and I would tell her all about my day while sneaking table scraps to our dog.
Our favorite scenario was “Strangers.” At least that’s what I call it now, looking back. We didn’t have a name for it then.
I’d be sitting at the table, pretending I was at a bar or a club. She’d walk up and grab a seat, and I’d give her a couple glances and side-eyes before telling the bartender I’d buy her a drink. She would try to contain her glowing smile and would bat her eyelashes at me. Then she’d make her way from across the table—across the bar—and take the chair next to mine. I’d ask her name, and then we’d slowly go from surface-level conversation into the world of getting to know each other deeper—childhood memories, fears, aspirations, secrets, dreams.
Then eventually one of us would break character and we’d laugh. We would also write plays in our head for each other and perform them. Or we’d make scripts for TV shows or movies and act them out—mostly improv. Those were the good moments. The secure ones. Those escapes for us were equal to the escapes of regular people in the real world, who were watching tv or scrolling through an app so they don’t have to face the reality that engulfed them.
But at some point, reality always sets in. Our entire world was in that room. I started to forget what my mother’s face looked like. I started to forget what my face looked like.
One day, or night, or whatever, I looked off into the void. Emma and I treated it like someone would treat a naked homeless man screaming at them—it’s best not to look for too long, but it’s okay to glance or catch it in your peripherals. I stared off into it, wondering about its color. Its absence. I wondered where we were, physically. Were we somehow in another dimension? Were we being observed now?
As I stared off, I saw something. I know I did. It was impossible to miss, like a brush stroke on a blank canvas. Yes, it was there. It was something that existed in that vast expanse of nothing. A tree. It was a tree. A perfectly symmetrical pine tree, almost like those abstract ink blot tests used for psychiatric evaluations. It was just like that, sitting dead center in my vision. It wasn’t like spotting a tree from inside a window in the real world. No, I wasn’t there with the tree. I was merely observing it. I felt like an alien from another planet witnessing it. The tree didn’t know I was there, and I didn’t know where it was.
Suddenly, a strong and swift open palm made contact with my cheek and I heard Emma yell.
“Snap the fuck out of it, Clark, PLEASE!”
“Ah—” my face stung, but the pain was dulled as I noticed she was crying, “woah hey, hey what’s wrong?”
“You—oh God, you’re really back, you’re really back thank God” she said through quivering lips, “you were just staring out there for fucking days. I couldn’t do anything to snap you out of it!”
“Da—Days?”
“Yes! God I would cover your eyes or shake you, but nothing was working so…”
She kept talking but her voice sounded like it was falling down a well, as my own thoughts took over my attention. Days? I looked outside for ten seconds, twenty tops. There was no way days had gone by. I told her this.
“What?” she said, “are you fucking around? You stood there, right there! Still as a statue for so fucking long. I was screaming, I was shaking you, I was pleading with you.”
“I swear I’m telling the truth.” I grabbed her hands consolingly. “All I remember is seeing something out there, then I don’t—I don’t know what happened.”
“What did you see?” Her crying had subsided a little and her sadness was replaced with curiosity.
“Eh, I think it was a tree.”
“A tree?”
“Yeah, well kind of. It had a—like a motion to it, like it was growing. Not from the ground like a normal tree, but it was—spreading, I guess. Like when you take the netting off of a Christmas tree and all the branches fall and the tree looks fuller. It was just like that, but constant—constantly expanding like an optical illusion.”
She looked at me as if I just told her I had cancer—an expression of sympathy tangled with worry. She let out a heavy breath, “I was so worried you were going to leave like—like he did.”
I hugged her and scratched the top of her head in an attempt to comfort her. Then she grabbed my neck and kissed me lightly. It wasn’t the first time we’d kissed, we had plenty of times before. I don’t know how it started. I can’t even remember our first one. It was too long ago. But every so often we’d just look at each other and kiss. Was it a relationship, or boredom? I knew everything about her it seemed, but I don’t know. I was stuck there with her, what else were we going to do? Would we have gotten along on the outside, in the real world? If this experiment worked, would we be ‘together’?
I don’t know.
A lot of time passed since Emma slapped me to ‘snap out of it.’
We were more quiet than usual—more thoughtful because of the events that had occurred.
She brought it up first, interrupting our previous conversation, “So, hey, let’s say we make it out of here. Whether that be in million years, or a billion, or whatever.”
“Uh huh.”
“Well, you know how you were looking out the window, and days passed in a couple of seconds? What if—what if that’s the best thing to do. To pass those years. Maybe if we just look out, it’ll feel like a couple of hours and then, boom, we’re back to reality.”
I had wondered about it too. “What if we never snap out of it though? What if we walk out like Ryan did? Or what if we’re just stuck in here forever, hypnotized?”
“I know, I know,” she said. “I’ve thought about that, sure. But…”
“But what?”
“But—ah I don’t know. What’s our other option? Realistically? We can’t keep living like this. We can’t keep spending every day going through the waves of talking and silence and laughter and crying. I’m losing my fucking mind and I know you are too!”
I tightened my lips together, and my silence answered her, so she continued.
“What’s worse? Spending a trillion years in this room until you pull your hair out and slowly slip down the insanity slide, or looking at—at that fucking abyss of nothing? And yeah, there’s a chance we’ll go off the rocker like Ryan and hypnotically walk out that door, but is it worth it? I—I think so.”
We had spent too much time in there. I don’t know how long, but it felt like multiple lifetimes. If this ended in death, I welcomed it. I knew we had to do it. It was our only option.
“Okay. We’ll barricade the door,” I proposed. “We’ll put the table, the bookshelves and everything else in front of it. It’s at least one line of defense against us leaving.”
“Yeah, it’s no guarantee, but I like the idea.”
And we did just that. The idea that we could be out of there in a couple of hours was the only motivation we needed.
After the furniture was moved, we sat on the floor in the middle of the room. Our legs were crossed, and we faced each other.
“I’m uh, fucking terrified,” she said openly.
“I know. I am too.”
“What if we never see each other again? What if we never see anyone again—what if this is it? Like, It? "
I grabbed her hands and pulled her a little closer before replying.
“No matter what happens, I’m grateful that I had you here with me. I couldn’t have been here alone. This place is Hell, but it would’ve been so much worse without you.”
She gave me a nod and smiled. I returned the same gesture.
We both adjusted our bodies, still in a sitting position, to face the window. I looked to my right and admired Emma’s gaze out the window—just as I did when we were ‘transported’ here. I squeezed her hand.
“Ready to spend an eternity together?” She said with a shaky breath, almost laughing.
“You know it.”
And with that, we peered off into the nothingness.
It’s hard to describe what I saw.
The first thing I saw in that vacuum of the void was once again, the tree. It moved and breathed and acted like it had before. After a while, I noticed I couldn’t see the walls of the room anymore. It was as if I was enveloped in this darkness—like I was a lone astronaut without any planets or stars for guidance. I couldn’t feel my butt against the floor anymore, nor Emma’s hand gripping mine. In fact, I couldn’t really feel anything. It was like I was slowly losing each of my senses.
That horrifying nothing-color slowly dissipated, and the tree did as well. The best way I can describe what came next is by comparing it to something you have all seen.
If you close your eyes, you still see some light. You see shapes and objects and other things your brain tells you to see. If you stare at a wall, a blank wall, there’s almost a movement to it. A static-like sensation on the wall that you never really notice until you focus. That’s what came next. As the ‘nothing’ disappeared, I could see these shapes in the darkness. Random patterns, stars, and static filled my vision.
I felt like I was falling. The randomness of the shapes took form into my most nostalgic memories—things I didn’t even know I remembered from the trenches of my mind. I felt this, this itch almost. I swear in those moments I didn’t have a body, didn’t have eyes, yet I could see. I felt like someone moved my still-active brain into a jar to keep me alive, and that’s what I was experiencing.
Just my brain, doing its thing with no outputs or inputs. I felt a prickling, but I wasn’t sure where I felt it. I existed, but not in a physical sense. I thought I was dead. I hope that is not what being dead is like.
And then, faster than a light switch, with no sound effect, no transition of any kind—POP—I was back, standing in that room.
Sunshine made its way through the overcast sky and immediately flooded the window. I was not facing the window, though.
I was facing Emma, with Ryan right behind her. Both of them were looking out the window, just as we were before everything went dark.
My focus was on Emma’s pupil, just as it was before. It did not change in size.
Before I could begin to process what was happening, Ryan screamed louder than I thought physically possible. I jumped and started to back away, but Emma didn’t even flinch. Ryan grabbed the lamp from the table, smashed it on the ground, picked up a large piece of glass, and pushed it through his chest and into his heart. His hands were bleeding and his chest was discharging blood by the pint. He died within a minute.
He was smiling the whole time.
Emma, still unmoved, kept staring out the window. I was just trying to process my thoughts, which were abundant—Ryan stabbing himself was the least of my concern to be honest with you. I backed up against the wall opposite Ryan and slumped until I hit the floor. I sat in a fetal position and was praying the doctor would come down the mountain.
The experiment had worked, kind of. The room did disappear, and we reappeared exactly three hours into the future. Dr. Olsen said he installed the window in case we could see lights or flashes. He did not know about the void. After Ryan’s death, the University shut down Project bTaOw33 pretty quickly, but I doubt that was the last the world will see of it.
Dr. Olsen can only hear the events that took place from my perspective. Emma is in a catatonic state. She hasn’t spoken a word or made a noise since returning—she’s completely unresponsive. There is no sign of her getting better. I visited her once at the home she lives in now, and I’m never going back.
She stares off at the walls the same way Ryan stared into the void. If there’s a God out there, I just pray she isn’t still there somehow, in that place. I hope her mind is free, or at peace.
Why am I not catatonic? Why did I make it out okay? Did I see the same thing Ryan saw? I’m not sure. I try not to think about it. I have lived, subjectively, longer than anyone will ever have to experience—to suffer. I don’t have the guts to kill myself, though I think about it often. I don’t really care if I get in trouble with the law by sharing my story. It’s therapeutic to share. And like Dr. Olsen said from the beginning, no one will believe me anyway.
Day-to-day life doesn’t bother me. I don’t mind interacting with people. I like eating food again or taking a nice hot shower. I like knowing I can die, that I will die.
It’s not the waking moments that disturb me, no. It’s when I sleep. My dreams are awful and are almost always of that place, that room. The doctor says it’s because that room is where my brain thinks it has spent most of its life. He says they will lessen as my stimuli from the ‘real world’ increases.
But dreaming isn’t the worst part about sleeping.
It’s every other moment between dreams.
As I slip away into oblivion, so does my body, and so do my senses.
My mind is still active, but I’m encompassed by that void. Drowning in its emptiness.
That color.
That nothing.
Every night.
It haunts me.
I hope to God you never see it—
Never realize it’s there.
Because when you do—
It won’t go away.
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2020.09.10 16:09 EricaShmericaOFF The Love After Lockup, episode Recap

John & Kristiana: Kristiana is feeling pretty good after “conversating” with her mother. She and John are trying to have a day-date while also scooting around the rules of the halfway house. She is only supposed to be out looking for jobs, not eating Italian food with her long haired fringe-enthusiast new husband. Kristiana made sure to ask the waitress for an application along with a menu, as they sat down and waited for complimentary breadsticks, to make sure she was abiding by the rules. Unfortunately someone from the halfway house had been following her, hip to her plan and pulled her out of the restaurant, taking her back to the facility. John was freaking out as he vaped nervously, wondering what will become of his new wife. He later received a phone call from his bride, informing him that she was being kept in the halfway house without being allowed to job seek, and would be receiving tickets. Hopefully they will get to honeymoon at IHOP soon.
Jessica & Maurice: It’s finally time for Maurice to meet the parents. Jessica’s mom and dad seemed to be nice and polite to Maurice, though they are a bit skeptical and concerned for their daughter, given his past. Within the first 5 minutes of the conversation, Maurice drops the bomb that he’s actually violating parole by being there (which is exactly what he promised Jessica he wouldn't say, oops…). Maurice did seem to make a good impression on the parental units, while Jessica kind of sat there with her head tilted and squinting like usual. I do not believe anyone mentioned he was a Compton Crip, but in pig latin, it would be ompton-cay rip-cay, so Jessica can start saying that instead to change it up and make it fancier. Jessica’s father had a man to man chat outside with Maurice claiming he was excited to finally have another guy around, and was hoping they could go fishing together and tinker around the house. They could even get a fishing boat together and name it “Fish & Crips” and take it out on weekends wearing matching goofy hats. When they actually catch a fish, they can take pictures together holding up both the fish and gang signs. This seems like the start to a great relationship.
Quaylon & Shavel: At the Welcome Home party, everyone is mingling until Shovel announces she has a surprise for the man of the hour… A new used car!! ( Very reminiscent of MTV’S “My Super Sweet 16”). Quaaylude was speechless, mostly because he had been locked up before even being of legal driving age. A lot of Shovel’s family thinks she is going above and beyond, and shouldn’t be doing all of this and spending so much when he just got out of prison and has yet proven he is worthy. However, Shovel believes in her man and relationship.Shovel’s mom went head to head with Mama Quaylandria, each concerned for their own childs’ well being in this new relationship. Cousin Dmark took Quay-Quay outside to discuss his intentions, and feels as though he’s just talking the talk. On the flip side, Quaylon’s family (namely his sister) are extremely concerned for his safety in Kansas City, and make it clear to Shovel that she’d better keep him out of trouble, or else.
Heather & Dylan: Heather is brushing her 4 inches of Ronald McDonald red hair, fresh out of the shower, putting on her makeup to get ready to pick up her felonious boyfriend Dylan who is being released. (It must be noted that she had the worst 80’s wood veneer bedroom set and multiple colored wigs hanging around her room. Do you think she’s an international spy?? Cosplay? An employee of “The Bada Bing”??). She did however discuss her troubled past and some unfortunate traumas and relationships she had endured, which was pretty sad. Heather arrived at the pickup spot in a Spring dress, embracing Dylan sensually to an uncomfortable level, as she cried tears of joy. We had the chance to get to hear a bit from Dylan, as he explained that prior to his incarceration, he had modeled, partied, used and sold drugs, and been a major player with the ladies. He admitted that he hadn’t known Heather for long before he was locked up, but appreciated her loyalty throughout his time in prison. He did, however, note some red flags he had seen… like the fact that she had his name tattooed in multiple languages she doesn’t speak on various parts of her body. He admitted she did seem a bit crazy, but she looked good enough in the dress she was wearing so he was open to seeing how things go. Heather thought a great first stop would be to a local car wash, where she planned to get dirty on the inside, while getting clean on the outside (it’s called multitasking, people). Something tells me that although these two got a late start in the season, they are going to make up for lost time, and fast!
Shawn & Destinie: Destinee returns home from her furniture store outing and questions Shawn about his credit card being declined. He somehow pedals his way out of that conversation, and Destinee shows him all 3000 things she did manage to buy with his card before she was cut off. (It also must be noted that she somehow had a beer in her hand within 30 seconds of walking through the door). The next morning we saw Destinie burning down the kitchen while cooking hashbrowns and confessing to getting drunk on hand sanitizer mixed with kool aid while in prison (and that was BEFORE Covid!). She also privately admitted to doing heroin while in prison, as it’s her favorite drug of choice, but didn’t want Shawn to know. Realizing that he could see himself eating burnt hash browns for life, Shawn brought his friend along to the jewelry store to look at engagement rings for Destinie. His friend made a lot of prison jokes, as he questioned Shawn’s sanity in wanting to propose so quickly. (Hey, if Destinie says “yes” they can have a hand sanitizekoolaid toast to celebrate!). He purchased a $2000 rose gold ring for his precious jewel, and headed home. Once there, Destinie had requested that Shawn help blow up her inflatable unicorn float before he headed out to work. Little did she know that while he was blowing up the raft, his ex girlfriend/baby mama Kelly was blowing up his phone. Once Destinie found out who he was talking to, she immediately demanded a plane ticket home, claiming that Shawn was a liar and she was done with him. She went outside to smoke, with Shawn following closely behind trying to calm her down and explain that SHE is his only “Destinie”. He had to leave for work, worried if his potential fiance would be there when he returned, only to have Destinie walk up to the car door and punch him repeatedly in the head. I guess we will have to wait until next week to see if they made up after the roadside takedown, or if Destinie is out of there (along with Shawn’s 50k bond money)......
Tyrice & Chanda: Chanda is still choking down the same chicken wing from last week as we see Tyrice drive her to the bus station. She has to be at her halfway house which is about 3 hours away by bus. He sets her up with $200 for her trip back, which she claims is for “hygiene” (that’s a whole lot of deodorant and toothpaste, but a girl’s gotta be minty fresh ta death!) Next we saw Tyrice back at his place, sans the blue suit, trying to call Chanda but only to repeatedly get her voicemail. He gets a visit from his son, Lil Ty, who tries to bring up the fact that Chanda could have been using Big Ty the entire time, but Tyrice doesn’t agree. He feels he would know if he was being taken, and he knows no woman could resist the blue suit. Maybe Chanda’s just washing her hair with her $200 worth of shampoo, and will pick up the phone next week.
Scott & Lindsey: Lindsey is finally coming home from prison, and Scott couldn’t be more excited. We finally got to see Lindsey on the outside, who 5 minutes into the free world is already going on a shopping spree at CVS . Scott was waiting for Lindsey at the airport yet again, so they could finally meet in person and start their new life together. She ran into Scott’s arm, planting one right on his inflated lips as they sped off in Scott’s “drug dealer looking truck”, as Lindsey so eloquently described it. She has to quarantine for 14 days but luckily gets to do so at her new house with Scott instead of having to be at a halfway house. However, once she sees the house she feels a bit duped. Not only had Scott not hired the interior decorator from the first episode, but apparently he forgot to sheetrock, spackle, paint, remove nasty carpeting, and clean the dog hair out of the bathtub. Lindsey complained incessantly to Scott about the “nasty ass” house, claiming she was promised Disney World but got the County Fair (I found that to be a totally great and fitting analogy… though she could have said “what you ordered vs. Wish.com, but being locked up for a few years, she might not be up on that meme analogy). Since Scott uprooted his entire life to be with his ladyfelon, bought a house, and did everything she had asked, he felt Lindsey was being ungrateful. He tried to console her only to be met with a crazy meth-faced fury which would have made me back out of the house slowly with both dogs and drive off, never to return. Lindsey lay alone on the bed, claiming she may have “missed the mark” on this one, as she had previously had a lot of rich older boyfriends who apparently built her nicer closets On the bright side, Lindsey is stuck in the “county fair” house for 14 days of quarantine and then some. She can just HGTV the house herself. With all of that rage, she looks like she’d be great at “demo day” if nothing else….
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2020.09.10 01:45 SubjectSigma77 Mother spying shower on in

City In Black chapter 2: The Underdown https://preview.redd.it/t264610k38m51.jpg?width=1472&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=48fd8e51a7b8ce35a1748e7e9cc8278ec14cd89e
Chapter 1: Going Back
Chapter 3: Old Flame
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The arena got a lot bigger. When I fought in it before it was a small enclosed place where you could fit maybe five or six combatants at a time, now a good portion of the warehouse floor was dedicated to the combat zone. Well, if you wanna get technical, the floor in the arena was torn apart and replaced with a pit of sand. A wide open cage was built around the shallow pit in a dome like fashion expanding around twenty feet in the air. Bleachers were installed around the pit and were filled with dozens upon dozens of excited spectators, chattering away waiting for the event to begin.
I talked to Big G for a while more. He wasn’t very responsive towards anything aside from topics involving the match. I guess he had a lot of harsh feelings towards me, and I could understand. I left him and everyone else high and dry without so much as a goodbye. I knew I deserved harsh treatment and wasn’t expecting the red carpet to be rolled out for me, but this whole me being Corp bullshit and bribing me to participate in his blood sport was taking it too far.
Yet here I was taking that bribe.
I wonder if part of me wanted to do this. The way my heart pumped in anticipation, the sound of the jittery, eager crowd encouraging me forward. The rush of so many eyes on me while my instincts kick in and I let out all my rage. There’s nothing else like it.
I shouldn’t be thinking like that.
Instead, I paced around the small tent attached to the arena that I waited in with my partner. He was the hulking man I saw spying on me near the entrance. His name was Hank according to Big G, but aside from that he didn’t know much about the big guy. Hank was a mute, as I found out from uselessly trying to talk to him to get my mind off things. His red goggles just stared at me vacantly for the effort. Apparently he was an incredible fighter, however. He’s the current champion, and the long standing one at that. It was nice to know that such a force had my back. It made me think that maybe Big G was still going easy on me even if he was angry.
There were a few things about Hank I didn’t quite notice before due to me trying to look like I didn’t notice him eyeing me up. His jaw had a strange piece of armor attached to it that I couldn’t figure out the purpose of and it looked like his helmet was grafted to his skull. His industrial looking left arm was just as intimidating up close as it was at a distance, if not more. From what little I could see of his skin, he was actually grey, which struck me as odd. There were augments that allowed you to change your skin color, but people usually use them to turn into vibrant colors, not mute themselves to a dull grey.
I didn’t have much time to dwell on it. From inside the tent, I could see a small platform attached to a crane rolling around the outside of the arena. Atop of it was Big G himself with a bunch of sound equipment.
“Hellooooooo, Underdown!!!” He shouted into his mic, his voice bouncing all around the building. The crowd roared in response.
“I bet y'all are surprised to see my sorry ass up here instead of our esteemed Mr. Cryno, but I have something special in store for tonight and I want the best seat in the house for it!” That got a lot of confused, excited murmuring and more cheering.
“A special guest appeared on our door only an hour ago and graciously offered to put herself on the chopping block!” I glared at him from inside the tent. With my glowing green eyes, I wondered if he could actually see them from the darkness.
“She’s paired up with our current champion…” Hank took this as his cue to enter and I followed suit. “HAAAAAAAAAANK!!!!!” As soon as Hank stepped onto the sand the crowd went wild. I could even hear some people barking like dogs and see others jumping onto the cage and clinging on, trying their best to shake it. It was pretty solid, however.
As I stepped in, Big G spoke up again, not even waiting for the crowd to die down.
“Now this’ll be a treat for some of you Underdown vets in the building! After eight long years, our old two year champ returns with some expensive new upgrades! Please give a round of applause to STRAWBERRY THUNDEEEEEEEERRRRRR!!!” Yet another explosive applause from the crowd and I feel a high I haven’t felt in ages. All eyes were on me with a monstrous applause pushing me forward and knowing what came next. I wondered how many people here knew me from before. What did they think of me now?
Fuck it, I was gonna enjoy this.
“Now the rules this time around are gonna be a bit different,” Big G announced. “You know the shtick already. This is an augmented match. You’re allowed to use any chrome you have on you, but no bringing outside weapons. There’s medical staff waiting outside of the ring for when the match is over, but I feel like giving those boys a break.” There was a murmur rippling through the audience. I didn’t like where this was going.
“Now lately we’ve had a boon of willing and experienced fighters. A little too many if I’m being frank. I think it’s about time for a culling! Killing your opponent is encouraged in this very special match!” The building went ballistic. They were so loud I was beginning to regret taking that Elixir Nakano gave me earlier. Heightened hearing wasn’t great at the moment.
Shit, Big G wasn’t going easy on me at all! He threw me in a god damned death match!
“Now that we got ground rules established, as little as there are, let’s let the other contestants show their faces!” With that, more teams stepped out into the ring and it began to dawn on me just how dire the situation was. These weren’t just some normal thugs. Not a cybernetic limb here or there. Not just a reflex booster or neural implant on a few of them. The amount of augments I was seeing was absurd! Some of these guys didn’t even resemble humans anymore!
“2000 tiff to each of the winning team members! As well as a 500 tiff bonus if you both survive! So work together!”
Okay so there were six other teams. Twelve other combatants. Maybe they’ll tear each other apart. If we’re lucky, they’d try to avoid the two supposed strongest fighters, then we pick off the stragglers. There could be a few overzealous ones that are after the status but if-
“One more thing! Double the prize money for the team that can kill our champions and survive!”
“MOTHER FUCKER!!” I shouted. “He’s really trying to kill me!”
Hank peered over his shoulder at me.
“Us…” I corrected. “He’s trying to kill us.
“Now get this! Strawberry here came to this place seeking a Valkyrie!” Once more the building was filled with murmurs along with cries for bloodshed. “Let’s see if she can find one among this lot!”
What’d he mean by that? Were one of these cyborgs the Valkyrie? If she was, we were already as good as dead.
“Fight!”
Why would he mention the Valkyrie? Maybe he’s trying to get to me. Or he- oh shit!
In the instant I was distracted, one of the cyborgs made a beeline towards me. All of his limbs were modeled off a canine and charged at me on all fours. His mechanical jaw sharpened and buzzing like a chainsaw.
I firmly planted my feet in the sand and readied my fists, preparing for the impact.
With his normal arm, Hank pushed me behind him. Despite me being planted in the ground, the act seemed easy to him.
The dog cyborg leapt at Hank, but the behemoth of a man caught the borg by the head in midair with his black arm. The dogborg flailed uselessly trying to claw at Hank’s body, but the arm was too long and kept the combatant at a distance. The dogborg tried to chomp at one of Hank’s fingers, but all it did was spark off, not causing any actual damage. After a split second, I could hear the sound of straining metal coming from the dogborg’s head along with a rising scream ended by a sickening crunch. The scream was silenced as blood and wires exploded from between Hank’s insanely powerful fingers. The flailing body went limp and Hank threw the fresh corpse to the side.
“SON OF A BITCH!” I could hear the dogborg’s teammate curse from across the ring, even through the rising boom of the crowd.
“Wow within the first five seconds, we have first blood by our champion!” Big G gleefully cried over the sound-system. “Let’s see how the rest of this plays out!”
That’s when the chaos kicked off. A good amount of the cyborgs went after each other, but two of the opposing teams seemed to be cooperating with one another and targeted us. We were outnumbered four on two.
One blindly charged Hank with a war cry, but quickly found the wind knocked out of him… along with one of his lungs. Hank’s arm shot out with lightning speed and fired through the borg’s chest like a bullet, causing his lifeless body to plummet to the ground. The dead fighter’s teammate took the opportunity to climb the titanic man, perching herself on his shoulders and firing a knife into his head from her cybernetic fist. It must’ve hit an unarmored portion of his head because it lodged itself in his skull with a burst of blood. I thought he was done for, but the mute still stood and reached for the woman on his shoulders, who did everything in her power to avoid his grasp.
That’s all I could see before I had to focus all of my attention on the borg now in front of me. As far as I could tell the only augs he had was his arms, but that’s all he needed to put me on the defensive. His jabs were so quick, all I could do was dodge and deflect. He wasn’t giving me any room to retaliate, and I could see his partner moving around to flank me from the corner of my Elixir and augment enhanced vision. I knew that if they got behind me I was done for.
It was now or never to test out these augs.
My calves opened up and a pair of shifting rockets extended from my legs, lifting me a few inches off the ground and kicking up sand. My skimmers did their job and allowed me to back away a few feet in an instant. The man fist fighting me looked shocked, but not as shocked as his partner behind me, who I grabbed by the arm as I passed. I lifted her off the ground and shifted my direction towards where Hank was still fighting his pest. Using my upgraded strength and momentum, I flung my would be ambusher towards the woman still dancing on Hank’s shoulders. She may have been agile enough to avoid Hank’s reach, but she wasn’t perceptive enough to see the few dozen pounds of flesh and steel barreling towards her. With a meaty impact and a sharp yelp, she was knocked off Hank and both her and my impromptu human weapon skipped across the arena a few feet away.
I shot up to Hank, who’d turned to me with the knife still jammed in the side of his head.
“You okay there, big guy?” I winced, seeing how deep the blade went. Hank just grabbed the knife with his steel hand and yanked it out like it was just a splinter before dropping it in the sand and giving me a thumbs up.
“Woah, you’re a tough cookie,” I couldn’t help but laugh despite our odds. Or maybe I laughed because of our odds.
Both of us remembered the punchy asshole, and turned our attention to him, who was in the middle of having a panic attack now that he was alone against both of us. A set of blades extended from each of my forearms, and I swear I could see piss running down his leg.
“Watch my back,” I told Hank. “I got this one.” The hulk nodded and turned his attention behind me.
I didn’t give the man a chance to attack. He didn’t give me one after all. With the help of my skimmers, I closed the distance between us in less than a second. He was able to cross his arms in front of him, but my bladed punch tore through one of his metal arms like paper, making him tumble back. As I pulled my fist back, I racked my claws along his face, digging deep and making him fall to the ground, covering his facial wound with his remaining arm. I could see the damage. My attack went deeper than I thought. One of his eyes was split in two and I could see bone jutting up along the side of his head. I raised one of my legs above his chest and deactivated my skimmers, allowing part of my weight to land right on his chest. I could feel the crunch and pop beneath my foot and the man gasped and gargled.
With a thunderous roar and a short geyser of blood, one of the shotguns in my legs went off. Buckshot ravaged the remains of his chest, finally putting him out of his misery while a spent shell ejected itself from my leg.
Well that was the first time I’ve killed someone. Can’t really think about that right now.
I turned to see Hank battling it out with the two cyber women. Well one now. The one that’d been on Hank’s head before was now writhing around on the ground screaming, both her arms a mangled, twisted mess. The last woman was trying to keep her distance, sweat beading off her head. Something I hadn’t had time to notice when I threw her is that her arms didn’t end in hands, they ended in sharp pikes which she held at her sides threateningly.
Hank just calmly stepped closer and closer as she backed away, daring her to strike. Eventually, she did, and it was a mistake. Hank dodged to the side, grabbed the offending appendage and tore the limb from her like a stick. She screamed in shock before Hank jammed the pointed tip through her eye so far that I could see it go through the back of her head, ending the fight.
Once I saw our initial attackers were dealt with, I gazed out towards the remaining battle. The herd had thinned a little. Looked like we were down to five, four of which still had their partners alive. We’d already taken four by ourselves. Hey, we could actually do this!
“Wow this has been a quick fight! Our champs already wiped out two teams!” Big G shouted from above. “Let’s make this more interesting! 5000 tiff to whoever can kill the champs!”
Suddenly the fighting between the other teams stopped and all focus was on us.
“Son of a bitch, G! I’m not forgiving you for this!” I screamed up at him. He met my livid gaze with a smug one of his own.
I turned on my skimmers and positioned myself beside Hank, ready for the barrage we were about to endure. Slowly, our enemies spread around the ring, giving each other a good distance and not allowing us to focus on more than one of them.
The next few anxiety ridden seconds were agonizingly slow. Anytime now anyone of them could strike. And no doubt the rest would pile onto us. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest and hear the blood rushing in my ears. God I just wanted something to happen. I could handle combat, not whatever this was. This waiting gave me too much time to focus on how my mind and body screamed with stress.
Finally somebody to my left ran at me with a clawed slash. I deflected the hit but some heavy fuck in front of me took the opportunity to tackle me to the ground. He wasn’t on top of me long, however, as Hank grabbed him by the coat with his black arm and flung my assaulter into the bars of the cage hard enough for them to bend. Two more of the borgs lunged at Hank. One had a sword and plunged the blade into Hank’s side. My heart dropped seeing it’d actually impaled my savior. Right after, the second attacker leapt up and delivered a hard blow to Hank’s jaw.
Where the fuck did the dude get a sword!? Then I remembered what I’d heard when I listened to the announcer after I’d first arrived.
Looks like Vicious Vic found a surprise hidden in the sand!
One of the borgs approached my side, her fingers like long spindly needles and twitching for something to sink into.
The stars better be aligning for me tonight. My hands quickly worked over the sand hoping to find anything beneath. Sure enough I felt the hard handle of a pistol grip. I pulled the weapon from the sand and fired four rounds into the cyborg that was rapidly closing in. Two shots bounced off metal but two more found purchase in squishier parts of my opponent. It didn’t kill her, but she did stumble back. Enough time for me to get u-
I felt a cold, hard clamp bare down around my neck. A skeletal looking cyborg lifted me off the ground by my neck, slowly crushing my windpipe. All but the top of his head was metal. In my panic, I pressed my gun to the underside of his metallic jaw and pulled the trigger four more times. All that resulted in was sparks and noise before the only sound that came from my pistol was a soft click. I dropped the now useless weapon. Fuck, this asshole was reinforced!
I pressed my foot up against his skeletal shin. I hope this is strong enough! With another roar of one of my leg shotguns and the squealing of metal, the shot tore through the cyborg’s knee and we both fell to the ground. I stumbled to my feet clutching my neck and gasping for air. The clawed woman I’d shot was just to my side while a third, fully armored man holding a sledgehammer cautiously approached my front, and the skeletal man hobbled onto his remaining leg. I put my back to the cage, not able to gain any more distance between me and them. Hank was behind them, struggling with one more borg running circles around him. The sword still lodged firmly in his side.
This was it. I shouldn’t have ever come back here. I readied my blades, still gasping. I wasn’t going down without a fight.
Then I felt a shock. Nothing huge, just like static. Then another. And another. Then I felt them all over, and judging by the concerned looks of my attackers, they felt it too. Hell, eventually you could see little blue sparks shooting through the air.
The spectators got quiet too, the strange effect reaching them as well.
“Well things are looking pretty dire, aren’t they folks? Our champions, our heroes having bodies thrown at them until the fall! Drowned in the blood of their enemies! Hardly seems fair does it?” Big G showboated from his safe and cozy platform. “Let’s shake things up once more!”
I could see bolts of lightning shoot out from one of the tents, spiraling and impacting the cage, charging it with energy and having electricity arcing across the bars. Any spectators on the cage quickly jumped off, not wanting to risk getting tased.
“You know,” Big G continued. “When Strawberry showed up asking about a Valkyrie, I laughed in her face!” No you didn’t, you cussed me out and tried to kick me out of your office, fuckface. “Not because the question seemed ludicrous, which it was!”
Somebody stepped out of the tent. A young woman. Half her forest green hair was shaved off while the other half flowed in all different directions, like a creature from the deep. Waves of electricity shot through it while her body was alight with white, rune like tattoos. Tattoos from beneath her black tank top and leggings that were so brilliant they shined through the fabric.
“But because I have a living, breathing Valkyrie right here!” Big G concluded, dripping with satisfaction. “Ladies and gentlemen, meet Syra!”
The Valkyrie’s eyes were drowned out in a white light that matched her tattoos. Her gaze was cold and focused. And landed right on me. I could feel a shock go down my spine, and it wasn’t from the electricity.
“Now, Strawberry, let’s see if you can bring the Thunder!!!”
The woman I shot was shaking, but put herself in an offensive stance and put one foot towards the Valkyrie.
That was a mistake.
The Valk turned her head to face the woman. There was an odd squeal in the air, like the pressure rising in a kettle. With a flash, the woman popped like a fucking grape! A shower of shredded metal, wire, and flesh spread around the displaced sand where she had been standing.
“She can make people explode…” I said out loud, exasperated. “Of course she can.”
The armored man with the sledgehammer stepped closer to me, but not maliciously this time. All his attention was drawn to our new issue. He kept his eyes on the Valk, but got close enough to get a word in.
“Okay I’m thinking we need to work together to take this one down,” he suggested cooly. He kept a calm composure, but it was shaky. Like he was barely holding himself together.
“Y-yeah…” I agreed, still panting, though I got most of my breath back.
“Alright so we can’t charge head on. One of us needs to get her attention and-” his voice was drowned out by another squealing. Louder this time and just beside me where the man was standing. I could feel the pressure in the air this time. Right where he was. There was another flash and I instinctively shielded my eyes. I was close enough that the shock wave knocked me back a few inches. I could feel the bits of steel and viscera coating me. I opened my eyes to see the tattered remains of the man all around with another crater of displaced sand.
I looked at my arm and could see a light burn. The squeal sounded again, this time all around me, and the air pressure changed.
Nope!
I activated my skimmers and shot back just as the space where I had just been popped with another flash. I decided to try something familiar. I grabbed the skeletal cyborg as I shot past. It was easy to get him off balance between my speed and his one leg, and shifted my momentum before flinging him at the Valkyrie like a cannonball.
The Valk’s eyes flickered and just before impact, the cyborg’s body bounced off an invisible force, landing at the Valk’s feet, dazed and moaning.
Hank took this as a good time to strike, closing the distance between him and the Valk far quicker than I could imagine for a man of his size. Before the skeleton cyborg’s body could even hit the ground, Hank’s super powered fist was practically on the Valkyrie. The magical woman turned her head and her eyes flickered once again. Hank’s fist bounced back harmlessly and fell apart. Pieces of it shed and exploded outward. Hydraulics bent and hoses loosened, flailing around and releasing steam. Hank stumbled back, clutching his damaged limb with his free hand. I thought I could hear a low, guttural growl escape from his masked lips.
I wondered why the cyborg bounced off almost unharmed while Hank’s fist got shredded by the same attack. Maybe it was some form of shock absorption? It shoots the kinetic energy back at her attacker?
While she had the chance, the Valk turned her attention to the one legged cyborg at her feet, still groaning and struggling to figure out what happened. Lighting shot through the Valk’s body and into the poor borg, who let out a torturous scream as he fried and smoked before turning into a silent, twitching mess.
So this bitch can make people explode, absorb attacks, and shoot lightning. And we lost Hank’s fist, our most powerful weapon. But it looked like she needed to focus on one person or attack at a time. Only she had incredibly fast reflexes. She’s not untouchable, I just needed to be quick enough.
I could hear the squeal and the air around me shift once more so I dodged to the side, barely avoiding being popped. Just as I’d done so, however, I could hear the squeal again so I quickly readjusted my skimmers and shot into another direction. I could barely do anything aside from dodge. Every time only mere millimeters from death. All my concentration was on not exploding. The adrenaline pumping through me made me feel like I was gonna explode anyway. Through it all, I could feel myself smiling. The rush of combat is what I lived for!
With every dodge and sweep, I was a little bit closer to the Valk. Until I was right on her doorstep. Using my skimmers for speed, I spun around and lifted my leg to deliver a swift roundhouse kick to the side of her skull. Her head turned to my leg and her eyes flickered. Just what I’d wanted. My leg bounced off her, but just as it had, my bladeless fist shot up from beneath her and smacked her right in the chin, knocking her down.
My deflected attack caused me to spin out of control and back away. Thankfully, with the use of my skimmers I was able to keep my balance and regain control. Once my world wasn’t spinning anymore, I could see the Valkyrie sitting up, having just gotten off of the ground, grasping her jaw in one hand. Her calm, focused appearance was now replaced with a furious, frustrated one.
I was really hoping that strike would’ve knocked her out. Any normal person would have a broken jaw, but she just stood back up. I knew this would only get harder from here, but if I could hit her, I could beat her.
Time for round two.
I rushed in before she could get a chance to get up completely. I knew she could still deflect my attacks, but she wasn’t expecting me to use my skimmers to kick a face full of sand right into her eyes. She cried out in shock before all the air around her began to pressurize. I glided back just in time to see everything near her pop, kicking up sand like a grenade.
By the time the dust settled, I could see her standing. Or at least, struggling to. She was hunched over, clutching one eye and fighting to keep the other one open. Tears rolled down her cheeks and while I couldn’t see her actual eye beneath the burning light emanated from it, I could see the skin around it was red and irritated. She gritted her teeth and scowled at me with so much rage that if she could kill me with a look, this would be it for me.
Oh wait, she could.
The air around me cried out again, and again I dodged. I rushed forward, right into the Valk. She looked surprised, not expecting me to get right in her face again so quickly and unleashed a flurry of light attacks much like the first cyborg I fought had done to me. And like him, I knew she could deflect most of them. But her vision was impaired now and I knew she couldn’t handle all of them for long.
I could feel the strain in my arms. Even if they weren’t high powered strikes, it was still like I was beating my own fists. All of my force was blasted back at me. I had to ignore the pain though, just keep fighting through.
I knew I was winning this war of attrition as the Valkyrie took a few steps back, getting closer to the cage’s edge. She even had to dodge some of my hits instead of just bouncing them off of her. I just had to keep going, don’t let up until I found that opening.
And I found it. One of my punches landed on her side and she gasped. For a split second, as she hunched over, The light faded from her eyes and I could see brown irises, stained red from strain. This was my chance!
I wrapped one arm around her neck and skimmed around behind her, using my other hand to grab her hair. Blue sparks danced along the metal limb as I lifted her off the ground and spun her around, slamming and pinning her small frame against the cage. She turned her head to the side so she could see me, her eye glowing and glowering. I could feel the pressurization around me, but I pulled her head back by her hair and slammed it hard against one of the bars. I could feel the pressure subside, but then my body lit up like a skyscraper of pain. A shower of electricity danced off her body and shot thousands of daggers through me. I screamed out, barely cognizant of what was happening anymore, but was able to retain enough of myself to pull her head back one more time and slam it down harder than I wanted to. With that last hit, the assault on my nervous system ceased and I could feel the tension drain from the Valkyrie’s body.
I stayed in that position for a few seconds. I couldn’t quite move yet, I just needed a moment. I could see smoke rising from both me and the Valk, and for a small, blissful amount of time, the crowd was silent. The only noise was the gentle hum of my skimmers and the occasional spark of energy that hadn’t found its way out of my body yet.
Finally, I released the magical woman’s body and backed away, letting her form fall into the sand with a soft “plop.” I could see blood dripping down her forehead. I wish I could say I hoped I didn’t do too much damage, but I was too drained in that moment to really care. I turned my skimmers off and looked to the spectators, who exploded into a symphony of screams and praise. About a dozen jumped back onto the cage, climbing and going ballistic.
I looked back to Hank and the remaining cyborg, the latter was wide eyed and gawking, unaware of the hulking man beside her. Hank looked stunned for a moment as well before noticing the woman beside him and giving her a swift punch to the side of her head with his uninjured arm. She fell in a heap without a fight.
Lastly, I glared up defiantly at Big G with a look that said “That’s right, motherfucker. You’re next.” I really wished I could pop people with an angry look like the Valk. He returned my harsh expression with an annoyed look of his own. It was clear he wasn’t expecting events to transpire the way they did. I swear I could see his eye twitch. Both of us refused to look away first. Even as medical personnel rushed into the pit and tried to get my attention, I refused to stop shooting daggers at the man who’d tried to kill me. Eventually, Big G took to his announcer duties and pulled his focus away from me.
“Well folks, I don’t think any of us expected this! But it looks like our champions, both old and new remain undefeated!” His enthusiastic voice betrayed the frustration and resentment I knew he was feeling. “Even in the face of a living legend, they refuse to let their title slip through their fingers!”
He was fucking dead.
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2020.09.07 11:25 SloppyEyeScream Spying on mother in shower

Well! Here we are again. Everyone is sitting around this internet campfire, anxiously awaiting another Hawk story. Some of you are making S'mores. Others have crammed a stick into a hotdog and are now roasting it. I "Cope" with life and have a fat dip in. The only person I don't see is Hawk. Wait. There he is, and he keeps sticking his fingers into the fire to, "make sure it's still hot." I wonder if there is still a need to detail how mentally deficient or completely oblivious Hawk is? I strongly encourage you to read my previous stories if you have not been formally introduced to Hawk. I suspect you will continue to read anyways, so I offer you this: Hawk is the type of guy that gets into a spelling argument with his tattoo artist and walks out proud of his two-inch sized font forehead tattoo that reads "No Regerts."
We were in beautiful Iraq, a charming vacation destination for thousands of Americans. The vacation was all inclusive. The local women dressed like Pac-Man ghosts or ninjas, and countryside smelled like raw sewage and regret. Most of the locals were very hospitable, but some of the locals had a very strong desire to shout, "Praise Allah" while simultaneously trying to kill us. I am not bothered by much. Every human is entitled to their beliefs. We are also entitled to our own opinions. For example, I don't personally feel "man-dresses" and flip-flops are suitable combat attire, but who am I too judge? The only time I have an issue with people is when they are actively trying to kill me. I don't know why, but it really pisses me off. That and grape jelly.
We worked out of two different locations during this deployment. The majority of my Battalion worked out of a medium-sized Forward Operating Base (FOB), but we also operated out of a smaller FOB. We typically stayed at this other location for about ten days, and would rotate with another Platoon. The location was not horrible, but I personally hated the transient lifestyle. We lived out of our ruck-sacks, and had to find ways to occupy our time when we were not conducting raids or other missions. We didn't have the luxuries we had at "home." There were no gaming systems or large televisions. We simply had find ways to occupy ourselves.
Football was the game of choice for a couple weeks, then it got blacklisted. It had nothing to do with the ball being pigskin either. It was mostly due to poor mission analysis. Football was one of the few things we could all do and actually enjoyed, until it was too dark to play. We had a brilliant and genius idea. We fucking "own the night" with our Night Vision Goggle (NVGs), so why don't we rent it for a couple hours to finish the game? Game on Garth! We thought of everything. We drenched that infidel ball in Infrared (IR) chemlight (Glow Stick) juice. The depth perception problem was immediately evident. House took a fucking laser beam pass to the to the face. Two black eyes builds character though.
We can work through it though. His NVGs were still Fully Mission Capable (FMC), and we all realized that we needed to be a bit quicker. The fourth play from scrimmage was undoubtedly the best, and worst football play in the history of Iraq football. Fuck punting. We were going for it. It would have been easy to confuse Tony, our quarterback for Michael Vick from the shotgun. Tony was a Michael Vick with NVGs, and without the dog fighting felony. Tony evaded numerous rushers and then superbly delivered a fifty yard completion to Ryan. It was beautiful to watch, until it wasn't. NVG's are great, but they don't offer the same Field of View (FOV) your eye-nuggets offer. Ryan thought he was all alone and started a leisurely stroll to the end-zone. The he got fucking nuked from the top and bottom, in fucking reverse directions. Sure, Ryan broke a finger and required "some" stitches. Oh and they broke three sets of NVGs in one play, but damn that was a glorious fucking hit. It was first-and-ten, but our Platoon Sergeant was less than happy. Game off Wayne!
We were now bored again. There was another unit on the FOB with us, but they were not fans of us. The only real interaction we had was when their full-bird Colonel told us to, "stay the fuck away from his Soldiers." I don't know if one of the other Platoons ruined it for us, but the guy was just a complete prick to us.
We did our best to keep our reverse schedule, but it was just so boring during the evenings we were not working. The majority of us resorted to playing Spades or Echure, and others read. Hawk and a handful of others would take nightly showers and then seemed to vanish. "Knowledge is power" and I knew Hawk was utterly powerless. I knew better than to ever let that retarded bird spread his wings and fly solo. I didn't see any reason to worry though. The other people Hawk was with were far smarter than Hawk woud ever be. Furthermore, with football now off the table, there was really no way for anyone to get in trouble at this FOB.
Imagine Hawk in a cattle chute. If I put a box labeled "commonsense" on the opposite end, Hawk would never fucking find it. In a place he literally has no option but to find it, he would NOT FIND IT. EVER. However, if I had a box labeled "worst decision ever" and dropped it in the ocean, Hawk would fucking somehow stumble upon the lost city of Atlantis. I had never really got my ass chewed before I became Hawk's leader, but that trend went out the window when I inherited him.
We lived on the second floor, and my bunk was closest to the door that rotation. Thankfully too. I was woken up when I heard, "I want to talk to one of your leaders." I didn't know "who" was in trouble, but I had Hawk so I knew it was best to simply put my shoes on and assume I was in trouble by proxy. I didn't even wait to see if I would get to sit on the Green Army Weenie, I just spit in my hand and readied my o-ring for maximal insertion. It was too early for the sun to even be out, and I was already willingly walking to my execution. My how things had changed so quickly.
I walk outside and I see five Soldiers, one Hawk, and a fucking pissed of Colonel (COL).
COL: Are you their leader?
OP: I am one of them. How can I help you Sir?
COL: Do you know where I caught them?
This is where I would typically say something stupid, but this guy didn't look happy, and I didn't want to give him a reason to wake up someone who "may" have gave a shit as to why he was irate.
OP: No Sir. I don't.
COL: Above MY SHOWER?
I was now pissed. There was a large shower tent in the middle of large open courtyard. One half was male and the other was female. These fucking morons were spying on naked females? I want to kill them for listening to Hawk. Well, I assumed it was a Hawk idea. Like Hawk's brain, I was putting the cart before the horse. I assume it was Hawk, but I had questions.
OP: How in the fuck did you guys get on top the shower tent?
I was working myself into a frenzy. My brain does not operate like normal people brains. I was pretty pissed considering they violated the privacy of the beautiful ladies at the FOB, but I was actually more pissed they got on top of a fucking tent. They seemingly forgot everything about military tactics and got caught; that was the foremost reason for my anger. The spying on deployment 1's (binary thingy) was second. Considerably a far worse offense, but second at the point in time.
COL: NO. Not the shower tent. On my personal shower.
What? This guy was so special, he had a personal shower. What, he was too good to use the pallet floored showers like the rest of us? So maybe the Romanians (We think anyways) occasionally shit on the pallets and waffle-stomped the poop through the pallets, but the water pressure was phenomenal.
OP: You have a personal shower Sir, and they were on top?
COL: YES. I caught them in my water tank.
Well, back to being puzzled. I don't judge. I personally don't care if penis gazing is your hobby, but there are five of you? Why don't you just unleash your hogs and stare at each others? Anyways, how in the fuck did they all fit into the water tank? What the fuck did they do when they got inside? My god, my brain was running wild with unsightly pictures.
OP: My apologies Sir, but how did they all fit into your water tank?
COL: Come with my Sergeant; so you understand what I am talking about.
OP: You mother fuckers can wait for me in, the front-leaning-rest (Push-up position).
I still wasn't certain I entirely cared, but I thought this would may demonstrate that I showed concern about his fucking one-person shower. COL Prick then lead me around the side of the building and showed me his water tank. It was fucking huge. It was one of the typical hard plastic tanks, but the entire top had been cut off. God knows why, not like it was ever dusty in Iraq, but the top was no-more. It all made sense now. They weren't gay; they were chilling in a makeshift hot tub! Well, the gayness thing is up in the air, but I guess they were too loud while he was showering!?! I apologized profusely, but COL Prick had me locked up at the position of attention for at least ten minutes just dressing me down. I was a "really poor leader, and you're not going to go anywhere in the Army." Jokes on him, they haven't kicked me out yet.
COL: This is why nobody likes "cool guys." Words, words, words. You'd better do something about this, words, words, words. My penis is too small to shower with the big boys, words, words, words. NOW GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY SIGHT.
I returned to the Soldiers, whom were still all in the front-leaning-rest. I screamed, "GET ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE BUILDING. I DON'T WANT TO GO TO JAIL AFTER PEOPLE SEE ME SMOKE THE FUCKING LIFE FROM YOUR BODY. NOW FUCKING RUN." They fucking scurry, and I stroll to the other side of the building. Out of sight and out of mind.
(I will use "Group" unless Hawk is the person talking. Too many useless names otherwise.)
OP: That fucking dickhead has his own fucking shower! What the fuck?
GROUP: I know right?
OP: What the fuck were you guys thinking? I would expect this from at least one of you, but I won't point elbows. (I then just fucking stare at Hawk.)
GROUP: We didn't think anyone used it. We had never seen anyone go into the room, and the room looked empty. We saw the water tank on top, and just figured we would check it out.
OP: How the fuck did you even get up there?
GROUP: You can walk to it if you exit any second floor window on our building. Well, the courtyard side.
OP: So you guys just sneak out and hang out in this guys shower water?
GROUP: Yes, but we seriously thought nobody used it. We would not have used it otherwise.
OP:You fucking dip-shits think this was just a randomly placed unused water tank? You fucking idiots just stand in this guys shower water for hours?
HAWK: No. We are not dumb Sergeant. We sit on MRE (Meal Ready to Eat) boxes.
OP: HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN GOING ON?
GROUP: (LaughteGiggles) Every night!?!
OP: We have been here for five days now! NO FUCKING MORE! I will fucking kill you if I get yelled at again over this. The only thing that makes me smile is the fact that he is showering with your ball funk.
Hawk: I have some excellent news then Sergeant
OP: Really? Whats Hawk?
Hawk: (Smirk) We made a promise that, "nobody pisses in the hot tub"...
OP: This is why your mother should have swallowed you Hawk. Why the fuck would that make me happy?
Hawk: (Laughing) Because I broke that rule every night. Most nights more than once!
GROUP: What the fuck Hawk! We have been lounging in your piss? What the fuck dude!
Hawk: I know. (Smiles.) I lied to you though! Cheer up Sergeant. I peed on him for you!
For the record, Hawk did not find the hot tub. He just peed in it, a lot. I don't think any of us paid attention because they came back from wet and with towels. I merely assumed they went to the showers. I suppose I should have kept better track of time. Also, I apologize if this was not as funny as the other Hawk tales. I realized it when I reread it, but it was certainly funny being on-the-ground and witnessing it. Can't laugh at them all I suppose. Remember, next week, "Hawk Walks Home: In Iraq." I don't think it is feasibly possible to not make that one funny. Lastly, some of my stories are a result of me being in the military, but not military. Those stories and others will/are posted at FuckeryUniveristy. I am not ever going to compete with this page, but I do need a place to post other stories and have little fear they will be taken down. The mod may be a huge prick, but at least I know the guy. Man...huge prick!
Cheers!
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2020.09.07 11:23 SloppyEyeScream Shower in on mother spying

Well! Here we are again. Everyone is sitting around this internet campfire, anxiously awaiting another Hawk story. Some of you are making S'mores. Others have crammed a stick into a hotdog and are now roasting it. I "Cope" with life and have a fat dip in. The only person I don't see is Hawk. Wait. There he is, and he keeps sticking his fingers into the fire to, "make sure it's still hot." I wonder if there is still a need to detail how mentally deficient or completely oblivious Hawk is? I strongly encourage you to read my previous stories if you have not been formally introduced to Hawk. I suspect you will continue to read anyways, so I offer you this: Hawk is the type of guy that gets into a spelling argument with his tattoo artist and walks out proud of his two-inch sized font forehead tattoo that reads "No Regerts."
We were in beautiful Iraq, a charming vacation destination for thousands of Americans. The vacation was all inclusive. The local women dressed like Pac-Man ghosts or ninjas, and countryside smelled like raw sewage and regret. Most of the locals were very hospitable, but some of the locals had a very strong desire to shout, "Praise Allah" while simultaneously trying to kill us. I am not bothered by much. Every human is entitled to their beliefs. We are also entitled to our own opinions. For example, I don't personally feel "man-dresses" and flip-flops are suitable combat attire, but who am I too judge? The only time I have an issue with people is when they are actively trying to kill me. I don't know why, but it really pisses me off. That and grape jelly.
We worked out of two different locations during this deployment. The majority of my Battalion worked out of a medium-sized Forward Operating Base (FOB), but we also operated out of a smaller FOB. We typically stayed at this other location for about ten days, and would rotate with another Platoon. The location was not horrible, but I personally hated the transient lifestyle. We lived out of our ruck-sacks, and had to find ways to occupy our time when we were not conducting raids or other missions. We didn't have the luxuries we had at "home." There were no gaming systems or large televisions. We simply had find ways to occupy ourselves.
Football was the game of choice for a couple weeks, then it got blacklisted. It had nothing to do with the ball being pigskin either. It was mostly due to poor mission analysis. Football was one of the few things we could all do and actually enjoyed, until it was too dark to play. We had a brilliant and genius idea. We fucking "own the night" with our Night Vision Goggle (NVGs), so why don't we rent it for a couple hours to finish the game? Game on Garth! We thought of everything. We drenched that infidel ball in Infrared (IR) chemlight (Glow Stick) juice. The depth perception problem was immediately evident. House took a fucking laser beam pass to the to the face. Two black eyes builds character though.
We can work through it though. His NVGs were still Fully Mission Capable (FMC), and we all realized that we needed to be a bit quicker. The fourth play from scrimmage was undoubtedly the best, and worst football play in the history of Iraq football. Fuck punting. We were going for it. It would have been easy to confuse Tony, our quarterback for Michael Vick from the shotgun. Tony was a Michael Vick with NVGs, and without the dog fighting felony. Tony evaded numerous rushers and then superbly delivered a fifty yard completion to Ryan. It was beautiful to watch, until it wasn't. NVG's are great, but they don't offer the same Field of View (FOV) your eye-nuggets offer. Ryan thought he was all alone and started a leisurely stroll to the end-zone. The he got fucking nuked from the top and bottom, in fucking reverse directions. Sure, Ryan broke a finger and required "some" stitches. Oh and they broke three sets of NVGs in one play, but damn that was a glorious fucking hit. It was first-and-ten, but our Platoon Sergeant was less than happy. Game off Wayne!
We were now bored again. There was another unit on the FOB with us, but they were not fans of us. The only real interaction we had was when their full-bird Colonel told us to, "stay the fuck away from his Soldiers." I don't know if one of the other Platoons ruined it for us, but the guy was just a complete prick to us.
We did our best to keep our reverse schedule, but it was just so boring during the evenings we were not working. The majority of us resorted to playing Spades or Echure, and others read. Hawk and a handful of others would take nightly showers and then seemed to vanish. "Knowledge is power" and I knew Hawk was utterly powerless. I knew better than to ever let that retarded bird spread his wings and fly solo. I didn't see any reason to worry though. The other people Hawk was with were far smarter than Hawk woud ever be. Furthermore, with football now off the table, there was really no way for anyone to get in trouble at this FOB.
Imagine Hawk in a cattle chute. If I put a box labeled "commonsense" on the opposite end, Hawk would never fucking find it. In a place he literally has no option but to find it, he would NOT FIND IT. EVER. However, if I had a box labeled "worst decision ever" and dropped it in the ocean, Hawk would fucking somehow stumble upon the lost city of Atlantis. I had never really got my ass chewed before I became Hawk's leader, but that trend went out the window when I inherited him.
We lived on the second floor, and my bunk was closest to the door that rotation. Thankfully too. I was woken up when I heard, "I want to talk to one of your leaders." I didn't know "who" was in trouble, but I had Hawk so I knew it was best to simply put my shoes on and assume I was in trouble by proxy. I didn't even wait to see if I would get to sit on the Green Army Weenie, I just spit in my hand and readied my o-ring for maximal insertion. It was too early for the sun to even be out, and I was already willingly walking to my execution. My how things had changed so quickly.
I walk outside and I see five Soldiers, one Hawk, and a fucking pissed of Colonel (COL).
COL: Are you their leader?
OP: I am one of them. How can I help you Sir?
COL: Do you know where I caught them?
This is where I would typically say something stupid, but this guy didn't look happy, and I didn't want to give him a reason to wake up someone who "may" have gave a shit as to why he was irate.
OP: No Sir. I don't.
COL: Above MY SHOWER?
I was now pissed. There was a large shower tent in the middle of large open courtyard. One half was male and the other was female. These fucking morons were spying on naked females? I want to kill them for listening to Hawk. Well, I assumed it was a Hawk idea. Like Hawk's brain, I was putting the cart before the horse. I assume it was Hawk, but I had questions.
OP: How in the fuck did you guys get on top the shower tent?
I was working myself into a frenzy. My brain does not operate like normal people brains. I was pretty pissed considering they violated the privacy of the beautiful ladies at the FOB, but I was actually more pissed they got on top of a fucking tent. They seemingly forgot everything about military tactics and got caught; that was the foremost reason for my anger. The spying on deployment 1's (binary thingy) was second. Considerably a far worse offense, but second at the point in time.
COL: NO. Not the shower tent. On my personal shower.
What? This guy was so special, he had a personal shower. What, he was too good to use the pallet floored showers like the rest of us? So maybe the Romanians (We think anyways) occasionally shit on the pallets and waffle-stomped the poop through the pallets, but the water pressure was phenomenal.
OP: You have a personal shower Sir, and they were on top?
COL: YES. I caught them in my water tank.
Well, back to being puzzled. I don't judge. I personally don't care if penis gazing is your hobby, but there are five of you? Why don't you just unleash your hogs and stare at each others? Anyways, how in the fuck did they all fit into the water tank? What the fuck did they do when they got inside? My god, my brain was running wild with unsightly pictures.
OP: My apologies Sir, but how did they all fit into your water tank?
COL: Come with my Sergeant; so you understand what I am talking about.
OP: You mother fuckers can wait for me in, the front-leaning-rest (Push-up position).
I still wasn't certain I entirely cared, but I thought this would may demonstrate that I showed concern about his fucking one-person shower. COL Prick then lead me around the side of the building and showed me his water tank. It was fucking huge. It was one of the typical hard plastic tanks, but the entire top had been cut off. God knows why, not like it was ever dusty in Iraq, but the top was no-more. It all made sense now. They weren't gay; they were chilling in a makeshift hot tub! Well, the gayness thing is up in the air, but I guess they were too loud while he was showering!?! I apologized profusely, but COL Prick had me locked up at the position of attention for at least ten minutes just dressing me down. I was a "really poor leader, and you're not going to go anywhere in the Army." Jokes on him, they haven't kicked me out yet.
COL: This is why nobody likes "cool guys." Words, words, words. You'd better do something about this, words, words, words. My penis is too small to shower with the big boys, words, words, words. NOW GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY SIGHT.
I returned to the Soldiers, whom were still all in the front-leaning-rest. I screamed, "GET ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE BUILDING. I DON'T WANT TO GO TO JAIL AFTER PEOPLE SEE ME SMOKE THE FUCKING LIFE FROM YOUR BODY. NOW FUCKING RUN." They fucking scurry, and I stroll to the other side of the building. Out of sight and out of mind.
(I will use "Group" unless Hawk is the person talking. Too many useless names otherwise.)
OP: That fucking dickhead has his own fucking shower! What the fuck?
GROUP: I know right?
OP: What the fuck were you guys thinking? I would expect this from at least one of you, but I won't point elbows. (I then just fucking stare at Hawk.)
GROUP: We didn't think anyone used it. We had never seen anyone go into the room, and the room looked empty. We saw the water tank on top, and just figured we would check it out.
OP: How the fuck did you even get up there?
GROUP: You can walk to it if you exit any second floor window on our building. Well, the courtyard side.
OP: So you guys just sneak out and hang out in this guys shower water?
GROUP: Yes, but we seriously thought nobody used it. We would not have used it otherwise.
OP:You fucking dip-shits think this was just a randomly placed unused water tank? You fucking idiots just stand in this guys shower water for hours?
HAWK: No. We are not dumb Sergeant. We sit on MRE (Meal Ready to Eat) boxes.
OP: HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN GOING ON?
GROUP: (LaughteGiggles) Every night!?!
OP: We have been here for five days now! NO FUCKING MORE! I will fucking kill you if I get yelled at again over this. The only thing that makes me smile is the fact that he is showering with your ball funk.
Hawk: I have some excellent news then Sergeant
OP: Really? Whats Hawk?
Hawk: (Smirk) We made a promise that, "nobody pisses in the hot tub"...
OP: This is why your mother should have swallowed you Hawk. Why the fuck would that make me happy?
Hawk: (Laughing) Because I broke that rule every night. Most nights more than once!
GROUP: What the fuck Hawk! We have been lounging in your piss? What the fuck dude!
Hawk: I know. (Smiles.) I lied to you though! Cheer up Sergeant. I peed on him for you!
For the record, Hawk did not find the hot tub. He just peed in it, a lot. I don't think any of us paid attention because they came back from wet and with towels. I merely assumed they went to the showers. I suppose I should have kept better track of time. Also, I apologize if this was not as funny as the other Hawk tales. I realized it when I reread it, but it was certainly funny being on-the-ground and witnessing it. Can't laugh at them all I suppose. Remember, next week, "Hawk Walks Home: In Iraq." I don't think it is feasibly possible to not make that one funny. Lastly, some of my stories are a result of me being in the military, but not military. Those stories and others will/are posted at FuckeryUniveristy. I am not ever going to compete with this page, but I do need a place to post other stories and have little fear they will be taken down. The mod may be a huge prick, but at least I know the guy. Man...huge prick!
Cheers!
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2020.09.04 16:57 welcometosouthapp Welcome to South App #6: "Greek Invasion"

Friday, September 4th, 2020
I can’t believe Winston’s making me do this on my birthday!
It was sunrise on Gigi’s 19th birthday. She dragged a gas-powered chainsaw across the North Campus quad. An hour earlier, Winston had woken Gigi up with a phone call. “Fetch my chainsaw from under the bed and meet me at the library.Click. Not even a “Happy birthday.”
So, she’d rolled out of bed in a white tank top and baby-blue yoga pants. Call it morbid curiosity. Only Winston could come up with such demands, after all.
Gigi was streaked in oil and sweat. She hobbled to the library entrance and let the hunk of metal fall to the ground. North Campus was a vast expanse of willow trees and solitude at sunrise. But something was very…off.
Suddenly, Winston popped out of the bushes and pointed a pistol at Gigi’s forehead. “You’re alone on campus on a day like today,” he rattled off. “Out of the blue, some hooligan hops out of the bushes and tells you to wring your pockets. But you’re wearing a sundress, so you don’t have any pockets. So instead, he-”
“YEET!” Gigi screamed, kicking Winston’s crotch. He crumbled to the ground, hitting a falsetto.
“Oh...shit! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”
“Shiiiet, it’s all right,” Winston moaned, rolling over on his back. Gigi’s frowning, pale face eclipsed the rising sun. “Happy birthday. It’s a Smith and Wesson Bodyguard. Too small for me. Be mindful of the trigger-pull and recoil. But I reckon it’s compact enough for your frou-frou jeans.”
“Oh! I...thank you! But why?” The warm gun fit in her small hand like a glove.
Winston stood up. “Hell, you’ve had my back since I got here. I reckon I oughta return the favor. I ain’t the brightest slice of pie in the knife drawer. But as long as you’re the brains, I may as well make due and be the brawn.”
I stole your other gun and our friends stole your fake IDs! is what Gigi wanted to say. “You...make me feel really safe, Winston!” is what she actually said, slipping the gun in her purse.
Winston lifted the chainsaw. “Welp, it’s time to cut some ties. We’ve got a rat in the frat. Some Alpha Beta Kappa brother pretendin’ to be one of us. See that tree down yonder? That’s their secret meet-up spot. And it’s gotta come down.”
ABK, or “All Big Kocks", started as a frat that met in an off-campus apartment. Then, Clyde (son of Dean Dale Crenshaw) took over. Overnight, the funding skyrocketed. This Honors Music Fraternity was BDE’s greatest rival. Live shows every Friday night, a 3.8 GPA entrance criteria, and co-ed. “Why go to any other frat parties?” Clyde would always argue. “When the women are already here?
“So, about this rat,” Gigi mused, following Winston to the tree. “You asked him nicely to leave?”
“Well, let’s just say he’s branded for life. Name was Taggart, and we actually rushed together. Poor bastard.”
The lumberjack revved the chainsaw. His large pecs and biceps bulged under his shirt as he put that smoking-hot metal to work. He’d easily replaced 20 pounds of fat with muscle. And as that hundreds-year-old tree crashed to the ground, Gigi reminded herself to stay on his good side.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here!” Winston yelled, taking off. “They’ll arrest you too! Hell, you’re the one with the filed-off serial number.”
“W-what?!” Gigi’s voice cracked as she sprinted past him.
“Fuckin’ with ya, Gigi.”
Gigi rode shotgun in Winston’s truck. She kicked off her flats and began massaging her sore feet.
“Um...I definitely stink,” Gigi laughed nervously, slipping her shoe back on. That was Winston’s cue to roll the window back up. She reached into her purse and pulled out the huge charcoal bath bomb that she stole from Sarah. “Dear Chadwick Hughes’ spirit: all I want for my birthday is a bath!”
“Hmm.” Winston drove past Firewater Hall toward Greek Row. “You’re a wanted woman,” he reminded her. “If we go to the house, you’re gonna have to sneak in. If Ryan finds ya, he’ll put your head on a pike.”
Ah, Gigi thought. Because we snuck in, punched him out, and blew up his father’s ashes. Seems...fair.
They pulled up to the BDE house and saw Ryan’s white BMW in the driveway. Winston shut off his Roush engine and instinctively pulled Gigi’s head into his lap, hiding her from plain view.
“Here’s the plan, birthday gal. I’ll go upstairs and grab a shower in the guest bathroom. I’ll save ya some hot water. Wait here, and I’ll text ya when everything’s ready.”
Winston slipped inside. Gigi lay across the passenger and driver’s seat. She thought about bailing and driving to Denny’s for free birthday pancakes. But Winston had the keys. And as her sweating, greased-up body melted in that god-awful hot truck, she decided that she really wanted that bath.
Gigi drifted off to sleep. In her dreams, she sat at a kitchen table in a massive Beverly Hills mansion. In front of Winston were a birthday cake and a huge gift bag. “Happy birthday, Winston!” she exclaimed. Winston reached into the bag and pulled out his lost Colt Single Action Army. “Ta-da! It’s your gun!” Then, he pulled out his lost BDE binder. “Ta-da! It’s your fake IDs!” Finally, he reached into the bag and pulled out a pair of yellow and white striped panties with a lacy bow. “Ta-da! It’s my virginity!
Gigi bolted awake to her phone vibrating. A text from Winston. Ready. Use the ladder. She sat up from her puddle of sweat and made her way around the side of the house.
At the top of the raggedy fire escape ladder, Gigi reached the second-story open window. Tea candles lined the shelf of an elegant clawfoot bathtub, filled to the brim with steaming water. Beside the tub was a shower caddy containing a bottle of merlot, a bag of chocolate-covered almonds, several high-end soaps and face masks, and a note.
To my partner in crime: I reckon we managed to evade the law quite a few times since we moved here. Truth is, ain’t no bathtubs in jail. Now, enjoy all this bougie shit that I found in Claire’s room. Happy birthday - Winston.
“He writes just like he speaks,” Gigi whispered, holding the letter to her chest.
Gigi stripped down to her underwear and neatly folded her clothes in a pile. On the floor was Winston’s t-shirt and blue jeans from earlier. I’m sure he’ll wear that again! She slipped off her yellow panties. After some thought, or no thought at all, she stuffed them into the back pocket of his jeans.
Gigi lowered herself into her first college bath. Even the water felt softer and silkier than in the dorm, whose water flowed from lead-flavored pipes. She picked her brain for every get-rich-quick scheme in the book, aspiring to live in such comfort full-time.
I could blackmail Sarah and Tai about that binder, she thought, submerging her head under water. Maybe I can convince them to give me a cut of their profits! So that a poor student like me can buy clothes that aren’t secondhand! But that would mean keeping the fake IDs a secret from Winston and betraying his trust...
Gigi shot up from the water, gasping for breath. She rubbed her eyes and slicked back her jet-black hair. Then, she unwrapped the bath bomb. It fizzled as a milky grey mist clouded her entire bath.
Winston, would you forgive me? Gigi lifted her hand out of the water and read her nearly-faded tattoo. And if I take a cut of their earnings, I’ll buy the cutest outfits to wear for you. I’m-
She lowered her tattooed hand into the cloudy water, where it disappeared between her legs.
“I’m ready for you, Winston.”
***
“Look at this swole son of a bitch!” greeted Brother Twinston, as Winston entered the cozy living room after his shower. They and eight other pledges dressed in white button-downs and tan slacks, adorned with a BDE pin on the collar.
Winston grabbed Twinston in a playful headlock. “I reckon ain’t nobody gonna be able to tell us apart now.”
“I reckon you’re right, stunt double!” Twinston agreed. This young man was a spitting image of Winston in looks and spirit. They had met at a frat party after taking whiskey shots and reaching for the pickle jar at the same time. Bromance at first sight.
“Enough faggotry,” Ryan commanded, walking up the podium by the fireplace. As the de-facto alpha of the room, his pomade-style hair stood taller than everyone else’s. Seven AM on Friday was BDE’s weekly meeting, and brothers were expressly forbidden from taking Friday classes. Because as soon as this was over, the weekend pre-gaming would commence.
“Now, Winston!” Ryan began. “Looks like your sausage fingers got some dirt under your nails. I trust the deed was done?”
“As motherfuckin’ Shakespeare said: the tree fell, nobody was around, and it still made a fuckin’ sound. I reckon ABK’s hideout is being hauled off by a truck as we speak.”
“You’ve never had a way with words,” Ryan pointed out. “But I gotta admit: you get shit done. Now, if another rat wants to show their face, I got no problem burning down their momma’s house. Next on the list. We gotta talk about two of our…ex-members. Claire and Connor. She packed up the rest of her shit and slipped out of here last night. I’ll be posting an application for Social Chair on our Facebook page.”
Last week, after Winston had caught Claire cheating on him with Frank, she had officially stepped down from BDE.
“Hell, let’s break tradition and make it a man, for Christ’s sake!” Twinston piped up. Despite only being a sophomore, he had clout among the senior brothers.
“I’ll consider it,” Ryan said, shrugging. “You know women: always afraid of commitment. Bitch didn’t even give a reason for leaving. Although I’m not gonna lie: I’m gonna miss those tits during strip poker.”
Two muscular black brothers gave each other a crisp high-five.
“Now, onto Connor. Not only did this beta bitch get a DUI, but he had our motherfucking coke on him.” Ryan tossed a bag of red-and-white cocaine on the coffee table. “Now what the fuck did we say about taking coke out of the house?”
“Don’t go to the buyers - let the buyers come to you,” the brothers responded in unison.
“Final topic of conversation,” Ryan announced, holding up a saloon-style wanted poster. “I’d like to announce that I've delivered swift, painful justice to the bastards who stole my father’s ashes.” On that poster were security camera photos of Frank, Tweed, and Chad - their faces X’d out. Next to their images were lo-res pics of Gigi and Sarah. “I’m increasing the bounty to 2500 bucks for whoever brings me the other two cunts.”
This bounty was news to Winston. Nobody knew he was even related to Sarah, or that Gigi was currently bathing upstairs. While the brothers salivated over the reward money, Ryan swiped a fire poker cast with BDE at the tip. “We took those three bastards out to the quad and branded them for life! Sent their bitch-asses packing. But as for these two dumb sluts...I think they were the masterminds of the whole goddamn plan. I say we tie ‘em down and apply directly to the forehead!”
“Yeah, man, fuck these ho’s,” Winston played along. “They did your daddy wrong. But real talk, I say we track ‘em down and exile them from the fuckin’ campus for life. Ain’t no use in getting thrown in jail for assault. Hell, that’s where those bitches belong.”
“Winston, I’m disappointed in you, chief,” Ryan said condescendingly, slamming the poker on the fireplace with a loud clank. He walked over to Winston and stood eye-to-eye with him. Dead silence. Finally, Ryan cracked a douchey grin.
“All right, all right,” Ryan chuckled. “I’ll go easy on ‘em...that is, if they drop to their knees and suck every last drop from us until they fucking drown!”
The brothers roared like animals, chanting Ryan’s name as he ripped open the bag of red-and-white cocaine. Winston forced a painful smile as the nausea set in. Ryan leaned over the coffee table and proceeded to snort his usual Friday-morning line.
“WHO’S GOT MOTHERFUCKING BIG DICKS?” Ryan screamed psychotically.
“WE DO!” the brothers yelled, banging their chests.
“AND ON MY DEAD DAD’S GRAVE! IF ANYBODY CROSSES BETA DELTA EPSILON, WE’LL DISEMBOWEL THEM AND SHIT DOWN THEIR THROATS!”
Ryan flipped over the glass coffee table, shattering it into pieces.
***
The massive South Campus quad was speckled with students playing ultimate frisbee, strumming guitars, and pretending to study. It was Tai’s happy place. Ever since Jacky turned him loose, he and Sarah had been practicing Krav Maga during sunset. A zen-like hobby that helped him clear his mind and shrink his erection.
Tai landed a shaky roundhouse kick as he spotted a young lady in the corner of his eye.
“I’ve got your rematch, Sarah,” Tai jeered, landing a sloppy jump-spinning crescent kick. But as he stuck the landing, he witnessed Gigi in a traditional kimono and a chopstick bun.
“I accept your challenge in Sarah’s stead!” Gigi cheered, bowing deeply.
“Wait...huh? Where’s Sarah?”
“Ah, in celebration of my 6,939th day on Planet Earth, she elected to maintain a record of meeting notes in my dreadful Comparative Literature enrichment!”
A blank stare from Tai as he slowly shifted into a guarding stance.
“I mean...it’s my fucking birthday, so she went to class for me!” She kicked off her flats and crouched into a grappling stance. “Now, will you hand over a third of your fake ID profits? Or will I have to spill the Bush’s Bourbon and Brown Sugar baked beans to Winston?”
“W-what?! Who told you?”
“Hmmm...twas but a whisper in the wind - a grape from the vine!” Gigi inched toward Tai, who cautiously backed up.
“Okay, look...don’t, um, don’t do anything drastic! We’re gonna pay it back to him, I promise. If you think about it, we’re just doing the work for him. It’s just that...well, it’s been a tough week so we can’t really afford to give you that kind of money!”
“As you wish. I’ll have to beat it out of you instead!”
Tai threw a lunging side kick. But the swift Gigi virtually teleported behind him. She jammed her thumbs into the tender spot below his ears.
“Fool, a petite fighter such as myself must play defensively,” Gigi bragged, regrouping. “I’ve been watching you. Looks like those kicks have thrown you off balance, Mister Flat Foot!”
“You can kiss that ID money goodbye,” Tai scoffed, rubbing his pressure points.
“That’s perfectly fine, grasshopper! I don’t intend to ask for it.”
Tai side-stepped and tried for a sweep kick. Gigi raised her leg over her head like a Chinese gymnast. He fell forward from his own momentum, but Gigi pressed her foot against his face to stop the fall. She wiggled her toes, then gave him a firm roundhouse to the side of the head. Tai fell back onto the grass. As he lost his breath, she wrapped her arms and legs around him from behind. A rear-naked chokehold that Sarah would've been damn proud of.
“Jaleo gada, jaleo gada, jaleo gada,” Gigi cooed in Korean, squeezing his windpipe. And “go to sleep” he did.
Ten minutes later, Tai sat up with a start, drenched in sweat. A ring of students surrounded him.
“Break it up, dudes and dudettes!” Sarah exclaimed, forcing her way through the crowd. The students dispersed as she helped the oblivious Tai to his feet.
“Oh...fuck,” Tai groaned. He fumbled for his minimalist metal wallet. Six-hundred dollars in cash was gone.
“You got robbed, my guy?” Sarah asked, kigh as a hite.
“That’s not even the half of it. This is bad. I have a lot to explain to you.”
Tai recapped his encounter with Gigi, while he and Sarah sipped lattes on the library’s top floor.
“Holy mother of balls,” Sarah whispered after Tai explained Gigi’s blackmailing.
“Look, maybe we come clean. Do you think you can talk to Winston?”
“Not a chance in Woodstock,” Sarah replied, frantically shaking her dreadlocks. “My brother’s all about loyalty first. He’d cut my hair while I was asleep and he’d circumcise you while you were awake.”
Tai instinctively covered his crotch as they stopped at a bulletin board. “So...we’re Gigi’s bitches," said Tai. "If we owe her a cut every time we make a sale, we’ve gotta find a better market.” On cue, he swiped a flyer from the bulletin board. TONIGHT: Alpha Beta Kappa proudly presents the Housewarming Masquerade. $10 cover. All students welcome.
***
The good ole’ southern twins stood on the wrap-around porch, whiskey in hand.
“Look, brother,” Twinston started, patting Winston’s back. “I’ve known Ryan for a year. I know he can get a little...impulsive with his words. But that don’t mean he’s impulsive with his actions. You’re worried about them two girls, aren’t ya?”
Winston was one text message away from telling Gigi and Sarah to flee campus. During last month’s frat party, he had never thought to question why Frank and Gigi had shown up in the first place. It never occurred to him that they were there to blow Ryan’s father’s legacy to smithereens.
Ryan stumbled out in a bright red bathrobe that matched his stuffy, red nose. “Shit, I almost forgot to ask ya, Winston,” he slurred. “I meant to collect your fake ID money for this week.”
Winston was so close to coming clean. Some jack-off stole the binder! he wanted to say. But the punishment for having lost it would be swift and fierce. So, he reached into his wallet and pulled out 600 bucks, straight from his own student loan account.
“Geez, tough week again, huh?” Ryan jeered, snatching the cash. “Where have you been trying to sell them?”
“Oh, you know...the regular beats,” Winston lied. “I reckon I ain’t gonna hit the library on weekdays no more.”
“The library?” Twinston repeated, bewildered. “Shit, what’s it like in there? Ain’t never been.”
“Not your brightest moment, I’m not gonna lie,” Ryan chuckled at Winston. “But, at least you learned your lesson for next week.” Winston nodded, taking it on the chin. If he had to make another withdraw, there wouldn’t be a “next week.” Winston had to find that ID thief.
“Whoa, what the hell?” Twinston pointed at a fleet of U-Haul vans, led by a 2021 silver BMW. They watched as the vehicles pulled into the driveway of the empty frat house next door.
“Holy fucking shit,” Ryan gasped. “It’s motherfucking Alpha Beta Kappa.”
The bald driver opened the butterfly doors. Thick marijuana smoke trickled out of the car. The passenger doors sprang up, and out hopped a freckle-faced redhead with a pornstar body. She brought a wheelchair over to the driver’s side and helped the bald guy into the seat. Then, she marveled at the huge mansion and jumped up and down in her stilettos, her huge breasts bouncing in her tight corset. She rushed into the new house, pausing to give Winston a quick glance before she entered.
Another redhead, huh? Winston thought. My favorite flavor.
The bald guy rolled over to the BDE house in his wheelchair, a present in his lap. His large biceps and tattoos were on full display in his worn Guns N’ Roses sleeveless tee. His jeans were bleached and destroyed and his black Converse were spotless.
“What’s up, neighbors?” the paraplegic spoke in a loud, baritone voice. He handed the present to Ryan. “I’m Clyde, President of Alpha Beta Kappa. Looks like we’re gonna be seeing a whole lot of each other.”
“Uh...yeah, my name’s Ryan.” He extended a hand while using the other to dab his bloody nose. “So...I thought Tri-Delt leased the house next door.”
“I assume you know sororities almost as well as I do. Truth is: women are too damn afraid of commitment. You gonna open that present or what?”
Ryan slipped off the bow and tore the wrapping paper. It was a penis pump.
“Now, let me lay down some ground rules for you and your twins,” Clyde continued, straightening his posture in the chair. “There’s only room for one big dick on Greek Row. Now you may think you have a big dick. But there’s a gang of nine-inch fresh-cut cocks in town.”
Clyde whistled with his fingers. The U-Haul truck doors rolled up. And out came a cavalry of ABK brothers, hauling furniture toward the house as they chanted “All Big Kocks!” Like pallbearers, they each grabbed a corner of expensive sofas, desks, and beds. Posing on top of each piece of furniture was a topless ABK sister. The brothers escorted them like royalty into the soon-to-be furnished mansion.
Clyde unfolded a flyer from his back pocket and handed it to Ryan. “Bring your asses tonight. There are plenty more tits where those came from.” It was an invitation to the ABK Housewarming Masquerade. Clyde swiveled around and rolled back on over to his new house. “By the way!” Clyde called out. “I don’t condone Taggart for spying on y’all like he did! I don’t care who you work for: a rat is a rat!”
“That’s bullshit,” Ryan whispered. He knew good and well that Taggart’s spying was planned and coordinated by Clyde himself. “If they’re gonna spy on us, we’re gonna do the same fuckin’ thing to them.”
“Sit back and relax,” Winston finally broke his silence, standing tall next to his doppelganger. “My twin and I will crash this party and dig up as much dirt as possible.”
“And he and I are the only two who can be in two places at once,” Twinston added.
“Then we infiltrate tonight!” Ryan announced. “Because gentlemen, Greek Row is a pair of tight spandex trunks. And there’s only room for one big dick.”
***
Watching Tai work was amazing.
At the ABK Masquerade, the masked Sarah sat at the bar in the massive concert venue. Clyde’s 90’s cover band was onstage. Like clockwork, the masked Tai would sniff out gay clientele, grab a fake ID from the binder, approach him, make out with him on the dance floor, and come back with a fistful of dollars.
“I’m averaging one sale per song,” Tai panted, wiping somebody’s lipstick from his mouth. “Here, hit me with another ID!”
“You do know this is borderline prostitution, my dude?”
“I...yes.”
Prostitution or not, they racked up a thousand bucks in the first hour. And with Gigi taking a cut of their sales, they were going to need that extra money to keep this operation afloat.
“Take a break, will ya?” Sarah suggested, patting the barstool next to her.
The freckle-faced redhead from Clyde’s BMW was bartending. She wore bright blue fairy wings, a lacy corset, and a glittery half-mask. “Two lemon drops, my loves,” she cooed in a Scottish accent, setting the drinks on the bar. “Aw, I love how comfy you two look!”
Tai and Sarah were dressed down in South App hoodies and yoga pants: items that every female or gay student owned. The goal was to not stand out while selling fake IDs. And yet, they had failed to wear masks.
“I prefer to dress like I do around the house,” the fairy said with a smile, fluttering off to help the next patron.
Outside, Winston and Twinston - the twin spies - walked up the ABK steps in matching button-downs, slacks, and white opera masks. They psyched each other up. The “Who’s got big dicks? We’ve got big dicks!” standard affair. Suddenly, a pack of drunk girls stormed out the front door and spilled an entire glass of cranberry vodka on Winston’s khakis. “Suck it up, buttercup!” she slurred, stumbling off with her posse. Co-ed fraternity girls were a different breed.
“Shit,” Winston muttered, looking down at the mess.
“Better go change, brother,” Twinston suggested. “I’mma gather some intel until you get back.”
Winston retreated to the BDE house while Twinston entered the party alone. He stood at the entrance, absorbing the nostalgia of the 90’s rock set. Permanently-seated Clyde was on drums. A crowd of groupies sang along up front while everyone else gathered on the dance floor.
“Jack and Coke,” Twinston told the fairy bartender. “If you have time.”
From the dance floor, Tai and Sarah were casually mingling and making fake ID sales. They were also people-watching. “It’s fucking uncanny,” Tai began, pointing at Twinston from afar.
“I’m telling you, that’s not Winston,” Sarah argued. “If you want proof, ask him to drop his pants. My brother has a birthmark on his upper-left ass cheek.”
“W-what?!”
“That dude could fool almost anyone though. But a sister always knows.”
Suddenly, all eyes shot toward the front door. In walked a young South Korean student in a baby-blue evening dress. Trailing behind her was a long, ornate satin train. The side-splitting fabric exposed her white-laced garter belt that ran from her thighs to her matching open-toed high heels. Instantly, she won the room.
Clyde hit the final snare, ending his Jane’s Addiction cover. “Well, don’t just stand there, princess!” Clyde called out to the woman, beckoning her onstage with a drumstick. “Come on up and introduce yourself.”
Princess Gigi obliged, but not before giving Tai and Sarah a passing glance. “I hope you’re on your A-game with those sales,” she whispered with a devious grin. “Because I need money for a red dress just like this one!”
Sarah tugged on Tai’s sleeve. “Let’s get the fuck out of here!” she hissed. “Hey...uh bartender?”
“I’m Miri,” the Scottish redhead responded. “But I bid you call me Miri.”
“Miri, care to point us to the back door?”
Tai and Sarah slipped through the kitchen and out the back door. Miri kept pouring for thirsty patrons, all while eyeing this Korean bombshell on stage.
“Um...hi, everyone!” Gigi greeted, while the seated Clyde held the microphone to her mouth. “It’s my birthday today, and...I’m sober! Who wants to help me change that?”
Every man on the dance floor cheered like Quentin Tarantino with a glass slipper. Their girlfriends gave Gigi dirty looks, holding their men close. Clyde leaned into her ear. “Don’t let me catch you paying for a single drop tonight.” He turned around and rolled back to the drum set. He clicked his sticks and began a Chili Peppers cover. The party was back underway.
“Another Jack and Coke,” Twinston requested from Miri. “Make it a double-shot.” From the bar, he’d watched the entire spectacle. Now, Gigi was walking over to him.
“Please read,” Gigi said, plopping down next to Twinston. She slipped the thin fabric of her dress to the side, exposing a pale white thigh. Then, she reached under her garter belt for a letter. She slid it across the bar, showing off her baby-blue painted nails. Twinston peeled off the heart-shaped sticker and unfolded the letter. Written in cursive was the most kinky, depraved to-do list of sex acts he had ever seen. At the bottom was a signed statement: For my birthday I, Ji-hye “Gigi” Moon, hereby sign my virginity over to Winston Arnold Beavers.
Clearly, Gigi had the wrong man.
As soon as Miri returned with Twinston's drink, Gigi swiped it. She sipped her first taste of whiskey through a straw, her bedroom eyes growing wider and wider. She slammed the glass of ice on the bar. Then, she leaned into Twinston’s ear and passed an ice cube from her mouth to his.
“Hey, uh...bartender?” Twinston stammered, as Gigi ran her tongue across his fuzzy beard.
“Back door’s through the kitchen,” Miri laughed in a Scottish accent as she watched the flirtatious pair.
Twinston grabbed Gigi’s hand and jetted out of there. If Winston caught them, he’d impale them with his chainsaw and cut the engine on. So they cut across the back yard and entered Twinston’s first-floor bedroom through the window. She immediately slipped out of her dress, leaving on nothing but the heels and garter belt. And as the masked girl spread her legs, Twinston kept telling himself that this was consensual.
***
Winston entered the ABK house in a filthy pair of blue jeans from that morning. The crowd waved their lighters while Clyde’s band played Semisonic’s “Closing Time.” Seeing as it was last call, Winston made a bee-line for the bar. “I’ll have a Jack and Coke, Miss,” Winston said to Miri, tipping his hat. “If you have time.”
Miri cocked her head, her wings and eyebrows twitching. “Wait...what’s going on?” she asked, taken aback by Winston’s twin from five minutes earlier.
“Alcoholism, that’s what,” Winston chuckled. “Why, I reckon you’ve just seen a ghost. Wanna have a drink with me to calm the spirits?” He was here to gain ABK intel. But her freckled face, wavy red hair, and Scottish accent were definitely a bonus.
“Apparently so!” Miri laughed, her breasts bouncing up and down in that tight corset. “Tell you what: I’ll toast with ya.”
Miri poured Winston’s Jack and Coke and the umpteenth cranberry vodka of the night. But like the mystical fairy creature she was, she garnished her drink with a handful of blueberries, a splash of lemon juice, and a basil leaf.
“Seventy-nine,” Winston randomly said as they clinked glasses across the bar.
“Hmmm?”
“Seventy-nine. I reckon that’s how many freckles you have on your face.”
“Ah...well, let’s see. I've never counted before. But on my whole body? Well...we’re definitely in quadruple digits.” Miri leaned in close, the scent of gin and spearmint on her breath. “If you want to take me to my room and count them, I can do 150 an hour. That is, if you’re a fast counter.”
Winston chuckled, then slipped something into her henna-tattooed hand. “I mighty appreciate it. But I’d rather ya tell me a little bit about this place. Thinkin’ about pledging.” A lie, of course.
Without missing a beat, Miri slapped a bag of blue-and-white cocaine on the bar. “Tell ya what: you try ours and I’ll try yours.” Right in front of everyone, she opened the bag of red-and-what cocaine and split it into lines.
Winston’s jaw dropped. It was all coming together in his slow-churning mind. Taggart and ABK had been gathering intel to corner the entire fucking college cocaine market. While Miri dropped her head to do a line, Winston slipped his rival’s cocaine into his pocket. All right, I’ve got what I came for. No thanks to Twinston. Time to report back to Ryan.
“Yo, the concert’s over but the night has just fucking begun!” Clyde announced on the mic. “Ladies only: get your asses to the center of the dance floor. You know what time it is!”
Miri’s head shot up from her third line of cocaine. She released an orgasmic Scottish moan. Then, this mystical fairy pranced into the center of the room, spun on her heel, and gave a curtsey in her outfit.
What the hell is going on? Winston thought, sipping his whiskey. He reached into his back pocket for a napkin and felt something else instead. Slowly, he held Gigi’s lacy yellow panties in front of his face. Miri, how the hell did you put this in my pocket without me noticing? Hell, I reckon this bitch is a fairy after all.
“DJ, hit the music!” Clyde commanded. Fergie’s “London Bridge” blared through the speakers and rang across Greek Row. The tipsy Miri swayed her hips to the violent bass beat, shedding her wings. Applause erupted from the crowd.
“Now just what are we to do about this corset?” Miri cooed, puckering her lower lip.
“Take it off!” the brothers chanted. And she did. Winston instantly realized that her “1000-freckles” estimate was correct.
“Lose that skirt!” the crowd commanded.
Winston nervously tapped his foot. Not because he was afraid of seeing a naked woman. That road was heavily-traveled and full of potholes. But Miri was drunk, and nobody was doing a damn thing about it. She hooked her thumbs beneath her pink-and-blue skirt and pulled it down to her ankles. No underwear, and a hundred more freckles on Winston’s scoreboard.
“Make yourself decent, moron!” Winston called out, sling-shotting the yellow panties across the room to Miri. She reached up and caught them, red-eyed high and shit-faced drunk. “These…these aren’t mine. But they sure are cute!”
What?! Who the fuck do they belong to then? And why the fuck were they in my pocket?!
Regardless, Miri slipped into the tight panties. She gave a polite curtsy and fluttered away through the kitchen and out the back door.
“Yo, what the fuck man?” Clyde raged as he watched the action from his wheelchair. “You fuckin’ scared her off! DJ, cut the music!”
Fergie stopped singing and all eyes fell on Winston. He took a deep breath and boldly stepped into the center of the dance floor. “She was fucking wasted, partner. Are y’all really gonna make her do all that?”
“It doesn’t fucking matter,” Clyde seethed. “It’s Friday: we drink, and Miri strips. She’s a whore. And that’s what whores do. Who the fuck do you think you are anyway? S-s-somebody take off his mask!”
But Winston removed his own mask and tossed it on the floor. There he was: invading ABK just as the phony Mississippian Taggart had invaded BDE.
“Leave it to a Beta to look for pussy at an Alpha’s party!” Clyde jeered over the mic. “Can you all believe this white-knight faggot tried to stand up for a fuckin’ whore?”
Winston couldn’t resist a comeback. It was too easy. “At least I can actually stand, you fucking cretin.”
Every single hand covered a gasping mouth. Winston turned and walked into the kitchen, building up to a sprint out the back door. Rabid yells from behind as he cut across BDE’s back yard, dashing past rows of trees and street lights to the end of Greek Row. At the dimly-lit street sign, he collapsed into the grass.
Winston, ya done fucked up now.
“Yo, you okay, bro?” somebody called out.
Winston looked up and saw two douchey frat boys carrying acoustic guitars. Before he could get up, one of them had already hoisted him to his feet. He winced as he put pressure on a sprained ankle.
“You had way too much, my man!” Guitar Guy 1 said. “And it’s not even nine yet. Gotta pace yourself!”
“Yeah, man,” agreed Guitar Guy 2, brushing grass off Winston’s shoulder. “Hey, why don’t you come with us to Alpha Beta Kappa’s party? I hear our president’s band is fuckin’ killing it tonight.”
Winston felt his soul leave his body. Suddenly, Guitar Guy 1’s phone rang.
“Hello?” Guitar Guy 1 answered his phone. “Hey, what’s up, Clyde. Yeah, yeah, we’re almost there. We’ve got our guitars and...huh? Oh shit, you talking ‘bout the guy dressed like a cowboy? Yeah, man, he’s right here. Drunk as fuck, I’ll tell ya h’what. Wait, what? He said what to you? No, fuck that. FUCK. THAT! Yeah, man, we’re gonna take care of him right the fuck now!”
Winston slowly backed up to the street sign, a hot pain searing through his ankle. Running was out of the question.
“You so much as move, we aim for the head,” said Guitar Guy 2, shouldering his weapon.
Winston placed his back to the street sign and sank to a seated position. He looked up at the fretted assailants. Not with fear, but with acceptance. “I know all about your frat’s cocaine operation. And all I gotta say: I’m gonna run it into the motherfuckin’ ground.”
Guitar Guy 1 went for a cross slice, cracking the guitar against Winston’s head. He bled before he hit the grass in a fetal position. His body convulsed in a seizure.
“Yo, no face shots!” Guitar Guy 2 screamed, kicking Winston in the ribs to vent his frustration. He brought his ax above his head and hammered down on his gut. Winston released the death cry of a wounded gazelle. But instead of delivering that final blow, the Guitar Guys looked at one another and nodded. Then, they dropped their pastel board shorts and proceeded to piss on Winston’s wounds from head to toe.
“Look at the sign and tell me what the fuck it says, cuck!” Guitar Guy 1 yelled, stomping his face with his boat shoes one last time. They zipped up their shorts and ran off. A groaning Winston wiped his bloody, sopping-wet face and looked up at the sign. Crenshaw Ave. Just like his father’s legacy, Clyde was here to stay.
Winston blacked out.
***
It wasn’t rape. It was my choice. It wasn’t rape. It was my choice. It. Was. My choice.
Gigi stared at her reflection in the dorm room mirror. Tears and mascara flowed down her face, streaking her cleavage and her wrinkled gown. With fumbling hands, she unwrapped a Plan B Morning-After Pill and slipped it between her dry, chapped lips. She cupped some water into her hand and swallowed, gripping the edges of the sink as she looked back at the defiled girl in the mirror. Hours earlier, she had been pure. Now, she stank of sweat, Walmart-brand musk, and a stranger’s bodily fluids. It was only when Twinston had taken off his mask that she’d realized she had made love to a man she did not know.
Only minutes to midnight. Soon, the wrinkled evening gown would disappear, and Gigi would be reduced to dirty rags and cloths. “This...this is certainly the kind of dress I would want to die in,” she told her reflection, forcing a smile as she permitted tears to flow freely.
A fall from the seventh story would surely kill Gigi. She envisioned her mangled corpse on the gnarled roots below. Then, she feverishly latched onto something to keep her alive for one more day.
Froyo! Tomorrow was the grand opening of the local frozen yogurt joint. I’ll get to choose my favorite sugary toppings to pile on my watermelon sorbet. But tonight, I didn't choose to have sex with that man. It was not. My. Fault.
Gigi’s phone rang. It was Sarah. “Gigi, get your ass down to the third floor - quick!
Gigi flew down the stairs, tripping over a few drunk students in the process. She stood in the doorway of Room 309, where a bloodied cowboy lay his head in Sarah’s lap. Tai sat on the futon, handing Sarah gauze and rubbing alcohol from the first aid kit.
“Gigi,” Winston mumbled. He lifted his head, then set it back down as he erupted into a coughing fit. “You look...great. Not as sexy as my sister though. But I’m from the South, so it’s family first. Roll tide...”
Sarah and Gigi smiled weakly, seeing how Winston was slowly returning back to normal. But Gigi’s smile turned to shock as she got a closer look at his face. One eye was swollen shut and bleeding from the corner. A large knot on his head oozed pus, even as Sarah frequently dabbed it with a tissue. His twitching body hinted at the lacerations and bruises beneath his bloody t-shirt. And through Winston’s smile, he was missing a bottom tooth.
“Everybody fucking leave!” Gigi exploded, dropping to her knees and laying her head on Winston’s chest. He winced at first, but slowed his breathing as she held his hand. She sobbed her eyes out, soaking Winston’s shirt and beard.
“Gigi, look,” Tai said, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Winston needs all of us right now. Not just-”
Gigi fetched the 22-caliber pistol from her purse and slammed it on the tile floor. “I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT! OUT, OUT, OUT!”
Winston’s heart raced as Gigi squeezed his hand with all her might. “It’s all my fault,” she whispered, as if they were already alone. “If only I let you keep your gun, you could have defended yourself.”
“Buddy, that just ain’t plum-fuckin’ true. Ain’t nobody’s fault but mine. I talked shit and got hit.”
Sarah and Tai quietly slipped out the door, most likely to count their fake ID earnings.
Gigi positioned Winston’s head on her lap and ran her small hands through his messy brown hair. “This ain’t the first time you caught me covered in piss. Reckon it won’t be the last.”
Gigi giggled. “I’ll...I’ll be here all night to protect you.” She clutched the gun with one hand and ran her fingers through his hair with the other. “And we can wash your hair in the morning.”
“Thanks, buddy. I reckon I done gots me a few enemies now. So...ya ain’t gonna let the piss fairies sneak in and give me a golden shower...are ya?”
“I...I won’t let you down!” Gigi laughed, gripping the gun. “And if the pee bandits come around here, I’ll politely escort their hind keisters a third-of-a-dozen floors north, where their skin shall bubble under the 100 Kelvin internal temperature of our antiquated heating and cooling apparatus!”
“Shit,” Winston moaned, closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep. “If they don’t fix your AC sooner or later...you may have to move down here and live with me.”
While Winston rested, Gigi stood watch all night. She forgot all about what Twinston had done to her. Misery loved company. And while Gigi never wished for anything bad to happen to Winston, his timing couldn’t have been better.
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