This story is the Jennifer stories told from the perspective of the character Tina. It covers her early life and how he came to know Jennifer and who she got to where she was. It doesn’t go into detail on the stories that where covered in Pool Party, After Prom, Graduation Day and Duct Taped.
As far back as I can remember we have always been outsiders of some kind and always on the run. My mother used to say that the masses just couldn’t understand how we were right and how their lifestyles were destroying humanity. Daddy never liked how they called us a cult. He would say how to most; a cult was just a religion that they didn’t follow. Some people call Catholics or the Mormons a cult. My uncle Joseph told me that we must accept what the majority calls us on the surface but never in our hearts. He would say how the government would use such tactics to control the people much like how they used their public education and social politics. It’s funny to look back at what he and my parents would say considering where I am now. They would say how society was a prison and that the only true freedom is in your hearts and minds. I may be locked up here for the rest of my life, but I am as free as my mind can go and as free as my heart can feel.
Duct taped and off to something other than a weekend at a spa, Jennifer just can't seem to catch a break.
I woke up in the trunk of a car duct taped tight from my tits to my ankles. I tried, but I couldn’t move. The car was moving as was the stuff in the trunk. Another something kept hitting me. I looked down and saw a pair of women’s shoes. I couldn’t see her, but I could smell her perfume. It was Glow, and my friend Jen likes Glow. The car shifted to the right, and something hit me in the head. I woke up again to find myself on the floor in a room across from Jen who was also duct taped. The look in her eyes said it all. This had to be the cult. Neither of us had our mouths taped shut, so we were somewhere we could scream and not be heard. I tried to look around and found I was taped in place facing Jen. What could this mean? Jen said, “I’m sorry.” I said, “what?” She said, “they told me if I led them to you they would let me go.” I was stunned, but we had to deal with what was happening. I would kick her ass later. I asked, “who are they?” She said, “I don’t know.” She went on saying how they picked her up in her house. They killed her parents, her brother, and sisters with a tire iron. The living room was covered in blood, and she couldn’t tell what part went with what body.
Graduation day, an end to one life and the start of something new. However, for Jennifer somethings never change.
This is part one of a sort of two-part story with the next part being uploaded tomorrow.
The crowd cheers as we walked across the stage with a diploma in hand. The principal then gasps as the back of our gowns open showing our naked asses. Yes, mission accomplished. Jen just looked at me a little confused. She then said, “you want to go to graduation naked?” I said, “no of course not, we will wear our gowns.” She went on to say there will be an inspection before the ceremony and if they find you butt ass naked, then you won’t get your diploma. I showed her a package I got in the mail. It was my framed diploma. I said, “I wouldn’t be surprised if you get yours soon. As for any inspection, we can work it out.” She called her mother, and yes, it was there waiting for her. Someone made a mistake and sent out the diplomas early.
Everybody knows that it’s the after party when the real fun starts and for Jennifer and her friends they just couldn’t wait for the after Prom. Maybe they should have waited.
Events in this story are also in another story named Security in the After Prom that will be posted tomorrow.
After Prom (a Pool Party Sequel)
Pink, pale blue, yellow or white it’s hard to choose when they limit you to such basic colors. The latest in the draconian rules for the Prom now included what colors you can wear. It first started with the length of the dress and the amount of skin that you can show. Then what the dress could be made of. I had spent about $80 on pink and white duct tape and was making my dress when the rules came out. No bubble wrap, no paper, no aluminum foil and no duct tape. At one point, the school was going to sell the only allowable dress to prom, but then a sponsor of the prom started to back out. Yes, the school went out and found someone to sponsor the cost of the prom even after charging us $180 per ticket.
Jennifer Williams finds herself at a pool party with her friends and a boy she likes and armed men. I guess you can’t plan for everything.
This is the first part in a series that tie into two other stories.
I ducked as one of them swung an ax. The ax buried into a wall. As he fought to free it, I went back the way I came. As I did, I slipped going down a ramp, and my forward momentum carried me past one of them as he tried to grab me. The momentum carried me through the door and down the steps to the first landing. I never thought a sore ass would be better than any alternative. In the fall, I lost my top. Oh, shit!”
Here are what I call the Jennifer stories. One of them is connected to another story I will be reworking today. It will be posted asap. I should warn you that I tried to write Jennifer as a person would write for a stereotypical guy all obsessed with sex and underestimating the other sex. Because of this she talks about sex and her boyfriend’s member a lot. Some of the events in these stories my push the boundaries of good tastes. Sorry. I will mark the files in the order of the story so it can be easily followed.
Continued from Graduation Day
I woke up in the trunk of a car. I was duct taped tight from my tits to my ankles. I tried but I couldn’t move. The car was moving. The stuff in the trunk was also moving. Another something kept hitting me. I looked down and saw a pair of women’s shoes. I couldn’t see her but I could smell her perfume. It was Glow. Jen likes Glow. The car shifted to the right and something hit me in the head.
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The crowd cheers as I walked across the stage with my diploma in my hand. The principal then gasps as the back of my robe opens showing my bare ass. Yes, mission accomplished. Jen just looked at me a little confused. She then said, “you want to go to graduation naked?” I said, “no of course not, we will wear our gowns.” She went on to say there will be an inspection before the ceremony and if they find you butt ass naked then you won’t get your diploma. I showed her package I got in the mail. It was my framed diploma. I said, “I wouldn’t be surprised if you got yours soon. As for any inspection, we can work it out.” She called her mother and yes, it was there waiting for her. Someone made a mistake and sent out the diplomas early.
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(Companion to After Prom)
She ordered some ice-cream from room services. About six hours later her parents arrived. I led them to the floor and to her room. All the way up and to the room her mother kept telling me how to do my job. She finally shut up when she saw the door. Every floor has a vault door with a keypad entry system. No handle or key lock. You must know the code and let the door open itself. I also noticed the father had a revolver on him. Agent Eagle Eye somehow didn’t see the gun on him. I left them at the door to their daughter’s room.
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(Companion to After Prom)
Is life ever simple? About a month ago my girlfriend’s girlfriend moved in with us. How did that become my life? She had stayed with us for about three days, but when she went home she found her girlfriend had moved out and taken everything. With nothing to go back too she moved in with us. In that time, she has changed her look and found an acting job. When I first met Cindy, she had nasty unwashed dark red dreadlocks and was pierced in every way you could be pierced. On her official first day living with us she had cut the dreads and washed the color out of her hair. She was in a costume of sorts. The had an audition for a television show about women in their twenties and thirties dealing with life outside of prison. Think of it as Orange is the New Black after they get out of jail. She was auditioning for a stereotypical lesbian role with the men’s clothing and masculine demeanor. She doesn’t like the visual but a job is a job.
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These are short stories I wrote. Some are connected to the larger books I am working on others are just for the fun of story telling.
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