Im bout to tell you.
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Chapter 2: Sexual Feeling
Monday the 8th of January 2007 6:59 am 98 Fisher Street, Unley
John: Thanks this is it.
Driver: You sure bout that.
John: Very mate.
Driver: Ok then. My name is Joey by the way.
John: Ok Joey see you later then.
John rolls his eyes while Joey drives off.
John nocks on the door.
John: Mum, Dad, im home.
Girl: Who might that be at our door, Jenny?
Jenny: I don’t know Mercedes, lets go look.
The door opens and too very beautiful women appear kissing each other.
Jenny: Oh hi, you’re hot.
Mercedes: Yeah I agree but he did wake us up.
Jenny: Then we should give him a good spanking.
John: Oh sorry I have to leave, I have to find my parents.
Mercedes: No stay, Please.
John: No I cant, I have to….
Jenny and Mercedes grab John’s arms as he begins to leave.
Monday the 8th of January 2007 7:14 am 98 Fisher Street, Unley
John, Jenny and Mercedes: Oh yeah, oh, oh, oh, YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAH
Monday the 8th of January 2007 7:36 am 98 Fisher Street, Unley
John’s running out of the house. Without any pants on and screaming.
John: WHAT THE f*** IS WRONG WITH YOU TWO. THAT’S WAY TO f***ING KINKY FOR ME. SHIT. f*** THIS SHIT.
Jenny: WELL f*** YOU THEN. MAN SLUT.WANTING TO f*** WOMAN FOR YOUR ENJOYMENT. f*** YOU.
Mercedes: YEAH STUFF YOU MAN-BITCH.
The phone rings again
Jenny: YOUR PHONE IS RINGING DICKHEAD. TAKE IT.
Jenny throws John’s phone at him.
John: Thanks NOT! (In the phone) Hello
Voice: Hello its me, now I hope you haven’t met anyone yet, here in Adelaide.
John: Umm yeah I have, two girls inside my old house.
Voice: Well consider them dead.
A car drives up to the house. A guy gets out of the car and walks up the path. They ring the doorbell and the girls appear again. Then two shots are fired and the two girls drop down dead.
Voice: Take this car to my place at in Port Adelaide. You can stay there.
John: Ok but first what happened to my parents.
Voice: Due time my friend, in due time.
John: Dude f***ing tell me or else.
Voice: Or what, you’ll hurt me. Ha, oh just to let you know, cross me and something will go boom with your name all over it.
John: Fine I’ll come to your house. Asshole.
Voice: Don’t speak like that to me. Meet you in a while.
Phone cuts out.
Car Driver: Come on get in. Oh and take this.
The car driver hands the pistol to John
Car Driver: Added security, don’t worry, now get in.
John: Ok im getting in.