The Tuesday Night Defense League 
(working title) First draft. 
By 
R. T. Hamilton Brown

©  2012 by R. T. Hamilton Brown  

                                   
Chapter 1 or some such thing.
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The Tuesday Night Defense League, TNDL, was formed by Victoria Constable, Mary Rafferty, Lisa Mae Wientraub, and Carmelita O’Brien in 2005. All four of these unlucky women were married to good for nothing scum sucking cock wobbling sons of bitches. 

Vicky’s husband of three years was found in the neighbor’s kid’s tree house with Rosa Zona, the neighbor’s maid. In fact, that’s exactly what Richard was doing, making the maid. They were first found by the neighbor’s five year old son and his seven year old sister who ran to Vicky telling her that Rosa was getting artificial perspiration by Mr. Constable. Vicky came running and found it was neither artificial nor perspiration what Richard was giving Rosa.

Mary’s loving hubby of 16 years was named in a paternity suit by one of the girls in his English 101 class at the local community college. Naturally he denied it, but the DNA differed and won out.

Carmelita finally became suspicious of her red haired Irish husband of nine years when the neighbors across the street; two doors to the right of their house; and kitty corner across the back fence all had little Latino fair skinned red headed bouncing baby boys within three months of each other. Carmelita’s brothers convinced Harry to tell Carmelita the truth and nothing but the truth about the sudden proliferation of red headed offspring in the neighborhood.

Last we find poor Lisa Mae, married to Harold for 45 years, finding him all tied up with leather thongs when she returned home from Book Night at their temple and hearing the slap, slap, of bare feet running down the hall followed by the slam of the back door. At first she thought it was some kind of robbery but became suspicious when she took a good look at Harold’s bindings. He was spread eagled with hands and feet tied to the posts of their four poster reproduction Queen Anne queen sized bed, a scarf was loosely wrapped around his neck, and a leather thong was tightly wrapped around his testicles and the base of his swollen purple cock. Lisa Mae hadn’t seen it so swollen and big in the last 20 years. There was a mysterious wetness all over his privates and he had a big idiotic grin on his fat red face. He swore on the Torah that he just had a holistic treatment for a urinary tract infection. She left him all trussed up for the next 18 hours.

The four mistreated women were all members of The Friday Night Card Club, FNCC, and naturally got together and told each other all the gory details of their errant husbands. They sought out help from several marriage counselors and finally decided to solve the problems brought on by the actions of their husbands through peer counseling. They met to compare notes and give each other support and advice on the Tuesday before their usual FNCC meeting held once a week on Friday nights. In reality, with two of the four women splitting from their hubbies and the other two hunkering down for the long run, they met rather sporadically when one of them was disturbed by mate or male friend. 

Vicky and Mary divorced while Carmelita and Lisa Mae stuck it out and worked with their husbands to see the error of their ways. Carmelita had the help of her two brothers and Lisa Mae became an expert in the use of leather thongs and various other aids of persuasion to show Harold the way to a happy marriage. Harold smiled a lot.

Meanwhile, the word of their situation spread around town and other wronged women, asked to meet with them for advice and shoulders to cry on. When it became obvious that this was a problem of epidemic proportions the Tuesday Night Defense League was born. Meetings were held with usually four to six attendees, in addition to the regulars, who had suffered various indignities at the hands of errant spouses or significant others. The original four plus Martha Goodyear and Jenny Wilder were the main group. The others came and went throughout the year after receiving help and support from all members. Some even joined the card club to assert their rights for a night out.

Then one Tuesday night at the meeting, which was being held in the back room of the Road Riders Motorcycle Club, things got a little more serious, especially to the founding four plus the two regulars.

April Hartigan came in with a tale of infidelity to end all tales of the infidel. It seems her husband Jack, the basketball coach at the small local college named Jefferson University, was allegedly found with the first string group of girls from the school’s basketball team all taking a shower in the gym’s large team shower. They were found by the first string boys when they arrived for Shower Time With The Coach. It seems, according to reliant rumor, that Jack had gotten the team’s group shower times screwed up and there wasn’t room for all eleven of them. Needless to say, word spread to parents, staff, and the dean of students. Jack was called in and justified his actions with the explanation of teaching proper hygiene and care of the developing body. Since Jack had led both teams to championships for the past two years and none of the young players ever said that Jack had done anything out of the way the incident was quietly hushed up.

Information about the closed hearings leaked out that every one of the girls told the same story. Mr. Hartigan, who also taught sex education in the school hygiene classes, just went a step farther with the select few from the women’s basketball squad. He showered with them to show them the evils of the one eyed monster that grew threefold in size and spouted the evil sperm when manipulated by hand in much the same way sexual intercourse would do. All the girls, and their parents, thought this was very helpful to the girl’s education and would serve them well when they encountered lustful young men later in life. Of course, all of this was moot since who would believe the wild tales of teenage girls, especially tales putting Jack Hartigan, Coach Extraordinaire, in a bad light.

Then there were tales of his special education sessions in the boy’s shower where he taught them how to stem the rising feelings of lust over the blossoming young ladies of the school by manipulating the very same one eyed monster until it released the same load of sperm laden semen, well, maybe not the same load, but one very similar. Of course, most, if not all of the young men had already learned about this release in one way or another. This was all accompanied by the nasty rumor about the Jefferson Circle Jerk Club. All lies, of course.

After everything had blown over and it was time for Mr. Hartigan’s reinstatement into the ranks of academia, one of his ex-players who had been ejected from the team under mysterious circumstances, called April and arranged a meeting with her. It seemed his conscious was bothering him and he just had to tell her what had not been told in the hearings. He said good old Jack offered himself up to the girls for one on one sex education where he would actually give them one on one sex. He also taught many of the boys, on the good old one on one method, how they could affect their sexual release in giving and receiving oral methods of masturbation, which is what he called it, and if you could do it to yourself that was all well and good, but he would assist any of them who needed a partner as long as it was reciprocal.

When this young man was approached for his one on one session he told Mr. Hartigan he wasn’t interested. Mr. Hartigan then bent him over the pommel horse and forcefully showed him another way release could be gained.

Poor April was devastated. She knew that the whole town would never believe this about beloved Coach Jack and went immediately to the next TNDL meeting where she told the original four members she wanted a private meeting, which was accomplished after the regular meeting in the back room of the RRMC. The four were aghast at this tale but were also stumped at finding a way to right the many wrongs of the venerable coach.

April did not want to repair her marriage, she was out for bear. She told the story with fire in her eye, and vowed revenge. Somehow, someway, she was going to avenge those poor boys and girls who had been led down the shower room path by her perverted husband who had avoided all civil and criminal punishment because he was loved by the sports loving citizens of their fair city.

Naturally the gathered group felt her pain, but they told her that revenge was not the way to go. They told her to love Jack, treat him with tenderness for all the indignities he had suffered; after all, he was the best basketball coach Jefferson ever had. That calmed April down and she left feeling considerably better after the meeting saying she would return next week to discuss her problems and perhaps even listen to other’s minor problems also.

The next day Mary called Vicky who called Carmelita and they met at the local coffee and breakfast emporium, Pandora’s. They hadn’t called Lisa Mae because she had seemed so enamored of Jack that they didn’t think she would go along with anything the three of them would come up with. Ideas were thrown out like flies cast on a spring day. Everything from giving all the wronged young people a firm talking-to about the evils of men to wielding a butcher knife at the one eyed monster lurking in Jack’s pants. Nothing was decided and they all went about their daily chores.

The next day Carmelita called Vicky and said they needed to meet immediately. Carmy, as she was called by her friends, had her Latin blood boiling about everyone’s lack of action. She was going to sick her brothers on Jack and she said they would work him over, “real good.” Vicky told her Jack would probably just call the district attorney, who was one of the biggest sports supporters of the schools teams, and he would have the brothers arrested, tried, convicted, and sent back to Cuba where they came from. Carmy told her that they were not from Cuba, but were proud exiles from El Salvador and were all members of Mara Salvatrucha who, “did not take no shit from no one.” Vicky said she should have said ‘any’ and not ‘no’. Carmelita swore in Spanish for three minutes. Vicky suggested that the two of them quietly remove Jack from the scene once and for all.

“Wha chu mean, ‘Remove Hack frum da seeen?’” Carmy replied.

“I mean kill his sorry ass and leave him for the vultures to snack on!” Vicky snapped.

“Oooo, dats a greeet ideeea Veeky.” Carmy crooned, lapsing into her thick Salvadoran accent which came out in times of stress and sexual excitement. It wasn’t readily apparent to Vicky which condition Carmy was being affected by at this time.

And the planning began.               


Chapter 2:  The Perfect Crime
The next day Carmy and Vicky met for coffee at Pandora’s to discuss the sorry ass of April’s pedophilic husband and look at the trim asses of the local college men with their computers and tutors taking up tables for hours on end while buying a cup of coffee and a bagel.

“Ya know”, Vicky whispered to Carmy, “I don’t know who has the best buns, the tutors or the tutees.”

“I’d call it a draw, they all look good in those tight jeans.” Carmy said, “Now com’on, we’re here to talk business, not to lust over those young studs.”

And with that, the two avengers went to work looking for a solution to the problem of Jack ‘The Coach’ Hartigan. They brain stormed for three hours outlasting most of the college studs and never came to a satisfactory solution. A meeting for the next day was scheduled.

“After we met yesterday,” Carmy said, “I went to see where April and Jack lived. They live on a cul-de-sac in Woodfield Hills where the houses are almost on top of each other. I was thinking we could just go to their house and take care of Jack and spirit his body away to some remote field and plant him under a couple feet of dirt. It won’t work though, not with those houses so close and nosy neighbors peeking out from behind their lace curtains.”

“And I was thinking we could carjack him on the way to or from work and just shoot him nine or ten times, dump him out, and take his car and torch it. But, that really isn’t a good idea, surely someone would see us doing the carjacking or dumping him.”

“You read a lot of mysteries Vicky, what do the killers do in them?”

“They all do one thing in common Carmy.”

“Well, what is it?”

“They all get caught or shot.”

“Sheet, dot’s sumpin’ we’s not needin’.” Carmy said as she became sexually excited or stressed over their problem.

“Maybe we need to get April in on this idea.” Vicky said, “She certainly knows more of Jack’s coming and goings than we do. Her knowledge might be just the thing we need.”

“Uh uh, that’d be the quickest way to the pen; she’d get all sentimental and guilty feeling, especially when the cops came after her as a prime suspect just because she’s the wifey.” Carmy said. “If we do this, we do it alone.”

The two women put their heads together for most of the day and finally came up with a plan. They had some reconnoitering to do before it could be completely planned and another meeting was scheduled for the following Monday morning at Vicky’s house since they had decided it was not in their best interests to be seen together anymore.

Their plan was fairly simple, or so they thought in this preliminary stage. It was a well known fact that Jack was given more leeway in his school schedule than most teachers because of his winning ways. He usually arrived at the school at 9:30 every day. April was out of the house before 7:00 to go to her job. Carmy and Vicky had seen Jack leave the house at 8:30. His Buick was parked in the garage while April’s was always in the driveway. They had rented a van, borrowed an old station wagon, and ridden bicycles to surveil April’s house and had seen April coming home for lunch, get a key from under a rock near the small garage door, and let herself in with it rather going around to the front door or the kitchen door. She left the same way and replaced the key under the rock.

They thought all they had to do was let themselves into the garage, hide in the jumble of stuff stored in two of the three garage bays until April left, and then overpower Jack, dump him in the back of his car, and drive away at Jack’s usual leaving time. Now all they had to do was figure out how they could get into the garage in the dark hours of morning without being seen by the local insomniacs. So far they hadn’t thought about Jack’s demise and subsequent disappearance, just a small detail. More planning was called for.

One early morning Carmy and Vicky drove past April’s house very slowly. It seemed that the neighborhood was one of early risers. Starting at 3:00 somebody was either coming home or leaving from the cul-de-sac houses and the adjacent streets. The plan was put on hold.

The area was a warren of twisty curvy streets and neither one of them knew the relation of the house and street or to anything else. Then Vicky looked it up on Google Earth. She called Carmy and they met at Pandora’s looking like a couple of grad students with their casual dress and computers. Vicky showed Carmy the area around April’s house and they saw that there was an all night restaurant on a small strip shopping center across the undeveloped area of open fields and thick woods from April’s house. The problem was that this undeveloped area was a mile and a half wide with a twenty foot stream flowing through it.

“Look, all we gotta do is park at the all nighter, have an early breakfast, and cut across the field. I’ve done my recon and there are about twenty cars that park there for an informal park and ride thing. We could park there and anyone who saw the car would just think we had gone in to work with a buddy. It would be safe there all day and after we take care of Jack we can just go and pick it up.”

“Yeah, weeze got dee whole day to do dat Hack, we bust a cap in hees ass good.” Carmy said in her stressed or excited accent.

“I think that tomorrow morning we should do a dry run and check out that field, a mile and a half is a long way, especially with the river going through it.”

“I don’t think the river’s a problem, it hasn’t rained in a month and it’s probably all dried up, or close to it.” Carmy replied keeping herself under control.

And so it went. The next morning about 5 AM they parked with the park and rides, had breakfast, and took off across the field. It was pretty easy going; the river was almost dry except for a three foot wide trickle of six inch deep water. The woods were pretty dense, but there were plenty of paths laid down by nature lovers and kids looking for a place to be alone for whatever their nefarious activities were that week. They arrived back at the park and ride just before sun up and were on their way with high hopes. By now Vicky was more into the planning and execution of their perfect crime than the execution of Jack The Ped as they called him. Carmy was wet and unable to speak English.

Back at Vicky’s they took showers, had a couple glasses of sherry, and secretly enjoyed the sight of each other’s fine trim bodies while wondering what it would be like to do it with another woman. Before anything could happen, Vicky suggested that they don’t meet for at least a week and stay away from April’s neighborhood.

Carmelita said, “Si.”

In the excitement of all this planning neither had actually given a thought of how they would overcome the athletic Jack, manhandle him into the back of his car, actually snuff him out, and where they would dispose the body and the car. Small details, but never-the-less, important to their perfect crime.

The following week all these questions came rushing out, and it was back to the planning stage.

Carmy, holding herself in check, said, “We’ll be waiting for him to come into the garage to get in his car. I can use one of my brother’s guns and we can threaten him with it and get him into the back of the car. Then we can bash him over the head with a crowbar a couple of times and one of us can drive out while the other hides in the back seat.”

“What if he gets all macho looking at two women and tries to take the gun or just tells us to go to Hell?”

“We bust a cap in his ass.”

“We can’t do that,” Vicky said, “he’ll bleed all over and it will make a lot of noise.”

“Okay, you’ll be in front of him and I’ll be behind him and he won’t see me. If he acts feisty I’ll stick him with a shiv and he’ll know we mean business.”

“No no no, that’s more blood and a stab or two with a little knife might not put him down and we’d have to shoot him anyway.”

“Well wha da fook Veeky, lez see youse come up weet sometin’ da’ll woak.”

“God damn it Carmy, calm down, relax, we’ll figure out something.”

“Okay, okay, I’m calm, but I think I need a shower. I’m going home.”

“No need to do that Carmy, you can use the big shower in the basement. It’s not too classy but it’s big and the one up here has a broken handle anyway. I’ll show you where it is.”

They went down stairs to the big utility shower Vicky’s ex had put in and Vicky cleaned out the spider webs and rinsed it down while Carmy stripped.

“Wow, that’s big enough for both of us, are you going to take one too?”

Vicky was mesmerized at the sight of Carmy’s nicely rounded body and felt a strange feeling creep up her legs. It was all she could do to say, “I don’t think so Carmy, I just had my hair done and I’m not about to get it wet.”

“Deet’s hokay Veeky, ees keen manage.”

And she showered.


Chapter 3:     Plans Finalized

Another trip to Pandora’s for coffee and some kind of morning goodie. This time they went across town to one away from the college, but near several retirement communities where there were no distractions. In fact, they were the distraction being at least half the age of the other customers. As the caffeine fix built in each of them their minds sharpened to a point where they finally worked out all of the kinks in their plan.

Vicky, being the youngest, would doll herself up as a teenager and give Jack a come-hither smile in the dim light of his garage. Carmelita would be hiding where she could sneak up behind him with a crowbar or something similar that would render Jack unconscious. She said that she had a pretty good swing having learned it when she crossed the border from El Salvador into Mexico where the Mexicans where even more watchful than the Americans when it came to illegal entry. She would also carry a large Knife just in case and they wouldn’t have to rely on a gun.

Vicky was familiar with giving shots since she had worked in a vet’s office during her school years. She could get some heavy duty animal tranquilizer that they could give to Jack after he is loaded in the car’s trunk. They would hog tie him and put several heavy plastic bags over his head tied tightly around his neck. They figured he would be dead in less than five minutes.

Several ideas about body disposal were tossed out. The first was dismemberment; arms, legs, head and torso. They wouldn’t bag the parts and hit the dumpsters in town; there had been too many dumpster divers who had found body parts for that method to be considered. Burying the parts in separate remote areas was considered, but there was always the chance that excavation for new pipe lines or foundations would unearth a part and that might point to the missing Jack. They didn’t live too far from the biggest river in the state, but in the late summer it was pretty shallow and someone might find a leg bone tied to steel bars on a sand bar. That would arouse some suspicion too. Finally Carmy hit upon something that might just work. She said that along with thumping border guards and various bad guys on the head on her trek to Arizona, she had done the cooking for her group of would be immigrants. That involved gutting, butchering, skinning, and cooking anything from coyotes to cows to mules. She said that since they considered Jack an animal it wouldn’t be hard to prepare his remains for food for all the stray dogs in the county.

Vicky was understandably aghast at this idea, but when she figured she could feed the poor homeless doggies it wasn’t all that bad; as long as she didn’t have to watch. She even volunteered her big basement shower for the dismemberment and butchering area. She said that plenty of soap, bleach, and other harsh cleaning chemicals would wash all traces of blood and tissue away. Anyway, who would even be looking at either of them for a disappearance of a man who was probably on thin ice as far as some authorities were concerned.

As an alternative plan, in case the slicing and dicing of Jack didn’t work out, they could borrow a fishing boat from Helio, one of Carmy’s brothers and get to a large, deep lake for a few days of fishing and use the six main parts for bait with plenty of rebar wired to act as super sinkers. Nobody would find the parts in 100 feet of water.

Happy that everything had been worked out, they split and went back to their usual daily business.


Chapter 4:     Snafu

The following Monday everything was in place. Carmelita had an 18 inch length of ¾ inch pipe with one end wrapped in several layers of friction tape. Vicky had scrounged up some sexy teen attire complete with a very mini skirt, a tight see-through tee shirt, and a pair of natural leather UGS. The shower was ready for use and ten gallons of caustic chemicals were in place ready to go. The only thing that had given them trouble was locating a heavy duty grinder that would pulverize broken bones into pieces no bigger than pea gravel. They planned to scatter this pea bone gravel on several of the many large parking lots around town and then anonymously donate the grinder to Goodwill.

At the early hour of four they drove Carmy’s car over to the park and ride, parked it amongst the cars of the early risers already there, and went for a light breakfast. Leaving the restaurant they saw two tow trucks over by the park and ride cars hooking up to the cars there. Rushing over Vicky asked one of the drivers what was going on and was told that the shopping area was tired of providing free parking for the day and had left notices on each car last week that they would be towed at their own expense if they didn’t stop.

They ran to Carmy’s car and went over to Vicky’s as fast as they could. It was a blow they hadn’t expected.

“Shit, shit, shit,” said Vicky. Why the fuck did this have to happen today of all days?”

Carmy replied in rapid fire Spanish and slowly worked into English as she calmed down.

“Maybe God is trying to tell us something. Maybe we shouldn’t be doing this. Maybe He has other plans for Jack.”

“Yeah sure he does, I saw that SOB in the ice cream store the other day with three of the freshmen girls from the soccer team and he had them wrapped around his little finger. I think times a wasting and we have to do something before he leads them down the shower room path.”

“Soon of a beetch madre fooking beesterd,” said Carmy.

“Take it easy Carmy, you’re working yourself up into a sweat.”

“I got so mad scared when I saw those tow trucks I peed my panties. I need to clean up.”

“Well, we can use the shower for its intended use, I guess. Give me your clothes and I’ll put them in the washer while you shower.”

At that, Carmy stripped and headed for the basement. The faint odor of urine wafted up into Vicky’s nose and she had the sudden urge to shower herself.

“Wait a min Carmy, I’ll go down with you; I think a hot shower would do us some good.”

“Wha, whas chu sayin’, go down wii me?”

“Yeah, I’ll go down there with you and chase the spiders away.”

“Oh, deets wha chu meant,” said the aroused young Salvadoran.

“Maybe I’ll get in with you and we can wash each other’s back like we did when we were kids.”

“Madre de dios!”

They stepped into the big shower stall and adjusted the water and washed each other’s backs, it was all each of them did. The water cascading down their shoulders, over their large firm breasts, down their smooth slightly rounded tummies, and then dripping off of little tufts of short black hair, almost got them started washing more than backs.

The spell was broken when Carmy said, “I thought you were a natural blond, your hair looks sooo great.”

“Sure it does, for $95 a week it better look great. I had the hair down there bleached once but a little of the bleaching chemical worked its way into my thingy and I suffered for two weeks. I was married then and that limp dick husband of mine wouldn’t come near me with his worst enemies dick.”

And with that exchange, the water turned cold and they both were cooled down, in more ways than one.

After that close encounter Carmy went home and Vicky dug out her Little Giant. The batteries were dead and she couldn’t find any good ones. Luckily she remembered how it was done in the good old days.

The next morning Carmelita called and said that they had a lot to talk about and they met at the good old Pandora’s. They were both a little put off and down with the unforeseen events of the night before. After the usual bit of small talk about the weather and the gross national product Carmy was the first to get down to business.

“Ya know Vicky, maybe this is all a bad idea. If something totally unrelated to us and our plans can screw everything up like that damn tow truck, what else is there we’re not seeing?”

“I don’t know; it’s made my mind number than my exes’ nuts. I was awake half the night thinking about it. There must be an easier way to skin this cat.”

“Well, it sure would be easier if April were in on it and could get us into the house.” Carmy said, “She wouldn’t have to do anything else, just go off to work and we’d take care of his nibs.”

“I don’t think so, she’ll be at the top of the suspect list as it is, she could spill her guts under the third degree and we’d all be goners. And that brings another thing to mind, what if they railroad her, or some other person like the father of one of the wronged girls, and they end up being sent off to the pen? Even if they just have to hire a defense attorney it could cost them their house, job, and who knows what.” Vicky replied.

“Shit, I guess we might as well forget about it. Whoa, wait a min, we could frame someone so they would be the only person that’d look good for the deed. Someone who deserves to be sent up anyway.” Carmy blurted out.

“Yeah sure, like the real estate tax assessor or that greeter at Wally’s who pats my ass every time I walk in the door. He acts like he’s helping me get a cart and somehow there’s always some dirt gets on my butt and just has to be wiped off.”

“All you gotta do is unplug his oxygen hose and he’ll get the message. He tried that trick with me once, you shoulda seem him scramble hooking it up again.”

“Okay Carmy, we have to make it look like Jack took off because he was afraid of being arrested. No body, no crime scene, a few planted clues leading to a planned disappearance. That’s practically what we had planned in the first place. All we have to do is make it look like he flew the coup. Leave the car in the long term parking at the airport. Hell, drive it to the big airport in Chicago and leave it there. There’s so many flights outta there they’ll never be able to pinpoint him.” 

“That’s it honey, we could do that, it’d be nice if there was another scandal about him and his girls that made him look bad again. Let’s take a couple of days and come up with something like a frightened young girl calling the cops and saying he did something to her, you sound like a waspish teenager half the time anyway.”

And with that, the two would-be avengers parted to scheme and plan once again.


Chapter 5:     Teenage girl attempts suicide!


Two days later that was the headline in the morning paper. The story, as reported by Klark Bent a stringer for morning paper, was on the first page of the neighborhood section and read as follows:

“A student at Jefferson University was found in the family garage sitting in her father’s Ford with the engine running, all doors closed and sealed with tape and wet towels. She had her netbook at her side on which a suicide note was found. She is an honor student and a top tennis player on the school’s award winning team. In her note she told of using a drug store pregnancy test that returned a positive result. She was found by her younger sister who smelled something funny and tracked it down to the garage and upon further investigation found her sister slumped over in the back seat. Her quick action in shutting the engine off and opening all the doors before calling 911 is credited with saving her sister’s life.

She is expected to recover fully and is currently in hospital. Names have been withheld because she is a minor. The family is in seclusion and we at the Star wish to uphold their right to privacy at this time.”

Vicky’s phone rang about seven minutes after Carmy read her morning paper. “Okay, here’s our chance,” said Carmy, “I know this girl; she took tennis lessons from Jack. She was known as being a little on the wild side. If she is pregnant we all know who did it. We all know who the main suspect will be. It just might be the thing that will make it look like Jack got scared off. They’re gonna do DNA testing up one side and down the other. If it is he, his ass is grass. And get this, her uncle’s a cop. We better move.”

“What if it isn’t him? What if it’s a false test? You know these drug store tests aren’t too swift at best. And if it is him, the law will do its job and we don’t have to do it.”

“Face it Vicky, she was fucking the football team, the baseball team, and half the band. Any smart attorney will take all that and use it to beat any half-assed rap thrown at Jack, especially in this state. And, don’t forget, she might not be preggers. We have to move fast in case she isn’t. If that happens there is absolutely nothing for any of our sporting cocksmen to fear.”

“Okay Carmy, tomorrow morning, I’ll pick you up and we’ll head for an early breakfast and just leave the car wherever there are other cars parked.”


Chapter 6:         Away we go!

Vicky picked Carmy up at 4 a.m. and they headed for the little shopping area and a very early breakfast. Both were so nervous that about all they could stomach was black coffee and toast. The little restaurant was open all night and there were about seven cars parked near it and they decided to leave Vicky’s car right there. It was about a block’s worth of walking to get around to the back of the shops and find a path into the woods which they hoped would start them out for their cross country jaunt to Jack’s cul-de-sac.

Carmy had some experience going cross country with her trip across Mexico into the deserts of Arizona when she first came into the country. Vicky was happy to just follow along. The beaten paths through the woods and fields intersected with each other and they headed in the general direction of Jack’s. After about a half hour the paths petered out and they headed across an open field toward the glow from streetlights which they assumed was Jack’s subdivision. When they came to the small creek they were able to wade across it in ankle deep water. In another hundred yards they entered another wooded area which according to the computer satellite image extended right up to the back yard of their prey.

“Okay Vicky, I got us this far, how do we know which place is Jack’s? How do we know where we will be when we get outta these woods?”

“Everybody there has a fence across their back yards and I know what his looks like. It’s unpainted wood with curvy top that looks like an uppy downy thing.”

“Oh, an uppy downy thing, like an elevator?”

“No not like an elevator, like a long straight roller coaster.”

They reached the edge of the woods and were confronted with a split rail fence. To their right was a cyclone wire fence and to their left a decorative cement block wall.

“Which way do we go, right or left?”

“I don’t know, we could split up and go in both directions, but how would we signal each other if one of us found it?”

“I can imitate a coyote,” said Carmy.

“There’s no coyotes around here, can you bark like a dog?”

“Woof, woof, like that?”

“Never mind, let’s both go left and if we don’t find the uppy downy fence we’ll try the other way.”

The two women walked left past four yards and did not find the right kind of fence. They retreated to the starting point and headed right and found an uppy downy wooden fence three houses away.

“What time is it?” Carmy asked.

“It’s six-thirty and it’s gonna start getting light soon. April leaves at seven. We gotta get our butts in gear and sneak in before its light. I’ll boost you over the fence and I’ll be right behind you.”

Vicky locked her fingers together and Carmy stepped right up and swung a leg over the fence and Vicky scrambled over after her. They both squatted near the fence looking for the best way around the house to get the hidden key and get into the garage.

“Shit, we gotta be real quiet. I thought we’d get here before April was up, but it took longer than I thought.”

“I think we should wait until April leaves and then get in the garage,” replied Carmy.

“It’ll be getting light by then and we might be seen by some neighbor looking for the morning paper,” Vicky said.

“Okay, we’re fucked, let’s go back home,” said Carmy.

“No way, let’s go up to the house and wait for April to leave, then it’s just four steps around the corner to the key and the door is right there. Look at all the nearby houses, not a light in any of them.”

“Sokay Veeky, leet’s doo eet.”

“Relax Carmy, you have to be calm for this.”

“Ja, ah know.”

Two dark figures slowly crept across Jack’s back yard to the garage wall and huddled down behind a forsythia bush just around the corner from the hidden key and the garage door.

“I can get the key now and that’ll be done, then all we gotta do is go on in the minute April leaves.”

“Why don’t we just go in now? The house is on the far side of the garage door and we can be quiet like a couple of mouses.” Carmy whispered.

“Hurry up then, we don’t want to be going in the door when she leaves.”

And they quickly found the key, opened the door, and slipped in about seven seconds before April went out the front door just 29 feet away.

“Oooh sheet, dot wuz closss,” said a stressed or aroused Carmy, “I teenk I pee my ponts.”

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