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$$ .d""b. .d""b. HOE E'ZINE #1033
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$$ $$ $$ $$ $$ss$$ "Ralph: Chapter 2"
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$$ $$ $$ $$ $$ by Hort (hort@hoe.nu)
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$$ $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ 03/8/00
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[-- $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ -- ------------------------------------------- --]
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$$ $$ "TssT" "TssT"
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Two years later... (and no one has done the world a favor yet)
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A red tint enveloped the room as a loud buzzing woke Ralph. He
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reached over and hit the snooze button on his alarm clock. The buzzing
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continued. Ralph thought it was odd that he could not feel the familiar
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plastic of the clock as he hit the snooze button again. The red tint
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disappeared, and a cold blue morning light revealed itself. Ralph sat up
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and turned his alarm off. He shook his head and grabbed the blankets off
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his floor and wrapped them around him. He had his usual morning erection,
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but he didn't care. Ralph sat for five minutes trying to warm up. After
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nearly dozing off again, Ralph stumbled into his bathroom and started his
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shower.
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After painfully finding out that shampoo is not actually a good
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lubricant, Ralph got ready for another day of school. All he could think
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about was Sarah, again. Thinking about her never really created any
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feelings for him, it was just something to fill the void and he pulled
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his socks up snugly around his ankles.
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Making sure he would arrive approximately 30 minutes early, Ralph
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drove to school. It was a twenty minute drive, so he left fifty minutes
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before school started. He got there exactly the time he planned and
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pulled into the back of the parking lot, turned the engine off, sat back,
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and listened to his music.
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When the first bell rang, signifying it was time to come to class,
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Ralph walked towards the building. This building was significantly
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smaller than the one he was in two years before. It was a single story
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as compared to a three-story building. It also had about the same number
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of people in it, making things a bit more crowded.
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Ralph made a small prayer to the god that he still didn't believe in
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that there wasn't anyone sitting outside smoking that he would have to
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walk past. He pulled his black coat over his mostly black shirt, and
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walked inside. It was summer. It was 90 degrees outside.
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His first class of the day was speech. Thankfully, today, no
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speeches were being given, so Ralph relaxed a bit. All he carried into
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school was his notebook, and that's all he needed for speech. He walked
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over to his locker and opened it up and threw his notebook inside. He
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checked it twice to make sure he had paper, then took it back out of his
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locker and walked to class. He sat in the same spot on the desk that he
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always sat at. The desks in the room were strangely setup. They were
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arranged in a large 'U' shape, the entire thing being used as one solid
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desk. Everyone in the room was forced to sit by one or two people.
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Matt was already sitting at his desk, looking down at whatever
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demonic drawing he was working on that day. Matt and Ralph had a very
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unique relationship. They were friends in the unique social situation
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that neither of them had any friends around. This time, like 99% of the
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life of Ralph, was one of them. Also, the two shared the same outlook on
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life. Matt, however was a lot more sociable and stable. Out of the two,
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he would be voted less likely to end up in a mental institution.
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Sarah walked in, and Ralph glanced over to the door almost
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instinctively, then looked back forward. She walked over and sat by him,
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as usual, and they looked at each other and smiled. Ralph muttered a
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'good morning' under his breath, and Sarah, without even hearing what he
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said, knew him well enough to respond.
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"Good morning!" she said in her usual chipper voice. 'Chipper' was
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the exact word Ralph was thinking when she said it. He then reflected on
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the fact that she had an over-bite, and the picture of a buck-toothed
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chipmunk came into his head.
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Ralph turned to Matt and said, "Have you ever had the intense
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feeling to shove a pine tree up your ass?"
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Mike retorted, "I tried, last night. Didn't work out." He never
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looked up from his drawing.
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"Oh, ok." Ralph turned back to Sarah and smiled.
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The last bell rang to tell the students that they should get their
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head out of whomevers ass it was in and pay attention to the big ass up
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front. Ralph began his five minute count down subconsciously. Meanwhile,
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Mr. Shane Flanders began his 10 minute discussion on how the movie 'Good
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Morning Vietnam!' was an important part of American Culture and how peons
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in speech class should give speeches on it.
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Ding! Five minutes were up and Ralph opened up his notebook, and
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slowly tore out a piece of paper slowly so as not to attract attention.
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He then wrote 'what's going on?' on it and passed it over to Sarah. They
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had been passing notes back and forth daily for a few months now, and
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Ralph preferred talking to her that way than talking to her face to face.
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But this was progress, he thought, to be talking to her at least. He had
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even convinced her to agree to have sex with him (yes, she was a slut),
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they just couldn't find a place to do it. Ralph lacked the mental bridge
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that could have made him realize that they could have had sex in about
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the twenty places he jerked off regularly when he was not at home.
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Today, unlike any other day, Ralph had a question to ask Sarah. He
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had some weed and he wanted to invite her out to lunch to smoke it. In
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one of the previous letters, she had mentioned that she had wanted to do
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that with him, and ever since, that had been his ultimate goal. Now all
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that was left was asking her. Fortunately, Ralph calculated the
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rejection chance at being approximately five point six percent.
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She agreed, and they had scheduled it for the next day at lunch.
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Ralph could hardly contain his glee, as he had been waiting for a moment
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like this for what seemed like his entire life. Walking out of class
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that day, Ralph walked in a manner he was not familiar with, he felt like
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he was worthy of something for once. He had a little more bounce in his
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stride, and a little more drool dripping down his chin than normal.
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The rest of the day was uneventful for Ralph. He waited outside
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Sarah's second class of the day as usual to hand her the usual piece of
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gum. He felt somehow that this brought them closer together, as he did
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anytime he got to see her. Little things meant a lot to Ralph. Had he
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not been able to give her that piece of gum that day, Ralph would have
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been depressed for days on end.
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At lunch, Ralph drove to a secluded spot in the country and sat in
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his car and listened to music for half an hour. He giddily talked to
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himself about how what he was going to do the next day at lunch, and all
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the things it could mean. Maybe Sarah would want to go out with him
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again, and who knows what could happen. Yes, this was going to be
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Ralph's big break, this was what was going to start his life. No more
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would he be spending those long weekends alone. Ralph was going to be
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someone, he would be happy.
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Ralph drove home that night with even more glee. He even gave up
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his usual practice of stopping on the side of the road and looking
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lustfully at the cow pastures. Nothing could ruin his state of complete
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happiness, well, except for maybe coming home to find his mother in a
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bloody heap on the floor and his father desperately looking for a wooden
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spoon again. Even then, it would be debatable.
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For the rest of the night, he could think of nothing but what was
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going to happen that next day. When he did attempt to sleep, he could
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still not keep his mind from thinking about it. He only wanted to sleep,
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to bring the next day close, but yet he couldn't. Ralph reflected on
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this, but his infantile mind could not draw any conclusions, and he
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slept.
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. . .
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"I'm sorry, I completely forgot, can we do it tomorrow?" Sarah
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looked at Ralph innocently batting her big brown eyes.
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"S-sure..." Ralph said hesitantly. He usually did a rather good job
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of not letting on that he was utterly and completely crushed. He had a
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lot of practice at that. However, the anticipation of the next day's
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lunch pretty much overwhelmed the disappointment. And so the vicious
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cycle started over again.
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Ralph sat at home that night thinking of nothing but the day's
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events. He rationalized to himself how Sarah could still love him and do
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this to him. How maybe she didn't want him to think that she was too
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interested in him. That must have been it. Definitely.
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<screech>
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Screams of passion filled the room. It was a full moon out, but the
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blinds were closed, allowing in only enough light to illuminate the two
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bodies slightly. Sight was hardly the sense being used in this situation,
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however, and all movement was based on touch. Ralph slowly caressed her
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feminine body underneath his own as he thrust himself inside her at a
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moderate pace. He stopped for a moment to pay special attention to her
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breasts; he could tell that she enjoyed that immensely.
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Soon enough, another orgasm ripped through her body as she stretched
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her arms above her head and screamed Ralph's name. The mere sound
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triggered his own. As he came inside her, he gripped his right hand
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around the front of her neck. Pressure applied at the right points
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enabled him to distinguish her trachea from the other muscles and tendons
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in her neck, and he quickly moved his hand around it and clenched it
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tightly. Warm blood bathed his hand as it penetrated the skin. With one
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terrible jerk, he ripped out her wind pipe. Blood gushed down what was
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remaining of it into her lungs, a slight gurgling sound emitting before
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the expected convulsions. The look of horror was plainly shown on her
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face even in the poor lighting. Ralph did not show an emotion, and
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merely watched her clutch her neck in vain. Blood rushed out between her
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fingers onto the bed, creating a dark shroud around her neck. Ralph held
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up the chunk of flesh over her face, causing the blood to drip down onto
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her forehead. He moved it down slightly to cause the blood to drop into
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her eyes. Involuntarily, her eyes twitched and closed. They would never
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open again
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Her mouth gaped open, in a futile attempt to get air. Ralph calmly
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put the flesh in his hand into her mouth. He threw the blankets off
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himself and walked into the bathroom. Without saying or thinking a
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single word, Ralph cleaned himself off. He found that blood was much
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easier to come off than he first thought. Ralph wondered what her name
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was. He was sure he would find out soon enough. He just had to remind
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himself to get the newspaper for the next few days.
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Ralph calmly walked back into his bedroom and looked at the
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motionless body on the bed. He flipped on the light, and looked at the
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extent of his damage. She looked prettier than he had remembered before,
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and he stood admiring her naked body for a moment. Ralph looked down at
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his watch. 2:30 a.m. Grabbing the covers from the bed, he looked them
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over quickly to see if any of the blood had gotten on them. He was
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lucky, there was a lot of blood all over his bed, but none had gotten on
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the blankets. Looking around, and seeing nothing to put the tarnished
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linen in, he walked into the living room, and headed directly for his
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storage closet. He took out the biggest box he could find, roughly the
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size of his dishwasher, and carried it clumsily back into the bedroom.
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He sat it down right next to the bed. He wrapped up the lifeless body in
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the blood soaked sheets and dragged the clump into the box. Looking
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around once more at the bloody bed, he decided he would deal with it
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later, and slid open his bedroom window. He figured that would keep any
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smells from building up while he was gone. Ralph tested his strength and
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made sure he could lift the box. He then proceeded to drag it outside.
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Silently praising himself for buying a truck, he lifted the box into
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the bed. The top of the box, still open, was luckily not low enough for
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anyone to easily look inside it. Without even stopping to lock his
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house, Ralph started his truck and drove off into the desert. The
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deserts in Nevada were vast, and luckily, Ralph had a spot in mind to
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bury the body. He also praised himself for having the forethought to buy
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a shovel and keep it in the truck in case the need arose....
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[ (c) HOE E'ZINE -- http://www.hoe.nu HOE #1033, BY HORT - 3/8/00 ]
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