It was
what she felt her teacher would want. She’d always considered herself
a little bit twisted, maybe not as twisted as Samantha turned out to
be, but twisted. She got off watching her friends fool around after
killing someone and disposing of the body, but watching a raped woman
was just too much.
Finally, it was Katy’s turn to shower. She thought over the sexier
events of the day, even thinking back to her encounter with Erin in
the bathroom, and she rubbed her own hardened clit, pressing it
against her pubic bone. She pressed two fingers into her newly opened
vagina, satisfied that she’d lost her virginity on her own terms, and
that something good had come of it—the man’s punishment, the girls’
friendship. She came quickly, water rushing over her, and leaned back
against the shower wall to ride out her orgasm. Fluid squirted out of
her, mixed with the stream of water from the shower, and sank through
the porous surface below.
By the time Katy pulled her clothes back on, she was completely
satisfied, and the school bus had rolled into view. Newly washed, the
five girls and Miss Arson didn’t betray what had happened to them.
The bus driver noticed nothing amiss. He kept his eyes on the road
and pulled away from the campsite.
Katy looked around the bus, at Erin and Leah cuddling together, Rachel
and Samantha whispering secrets in each other’s ears, and finally at
Miss Arson, who looked almost normal. Now and then, she cringed
slightly, a painful memory crossing over her face like a cloud briefly
overshadowing the sun. Katy worried about Miss Arson, and would
continue to worry about her more than the other girls.
And now, thinking back, she was worried about something else. She’d
been sure to burn all of the evidence. The man’s body was rotting in
a river. But something in the cabin left her uneasy—the second cot.
Why would a solitary woodsman have two cots to sleep in? Had there
been someone else living in the cabin? She tried to dismiss her fear,
but no matter how she tried to control her mind, it kept wandering
back to that second cot, made up with another set of blankets. She
bore these thoughts, like a penance, the entire way home.
Epilogue
From behind a rock, hidden amongst the trees and undergrowth, he watched.
He listened and he learned names and places. From the side of the
bus, he learned not only the name of the city but also the name of a
school.
It will take planning and caution, but he will do what must be done.
If he bides his time, vengeance will be his--vengeance for his brother
and vengeance for himself.
Without his brother to rein in his demented and tortured mind, he will
tear them limb from limb. And why not have a little pleasure along
the way?
He reached down and stroked his American Girls doll against his erect
cock as the dust from the departing bus settled on the ground.
End
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