The Great Wreck

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Authors: Jack Stewart
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without
bothering to give me a second look. Dreysi was in her late twenties, a bit
older than Nicky and stood in the doorway looking like she was about to embark
on a Slut Safari wearing a pair of two sizes too small khaki shorts, designer
hiking boots, and a white tank top that look like it was painted on. Her jet
black hair was pulled up in a tight ponytail and her bright green eyes shot
daggers out as she looked at me and Nicky.
                “And me,
the unwanted boyfriend Casey,” I said to myself as I stepped inside and closed
the door behind us.
                “Crazy
fucking people have been running around all over the neighborhood today,
breaking into homes, screaming, lighting shit on fire, fucking biting each
other for Christ’s sake!” Dreysi said as she dragged a colossal suitcase into
the foyer.
                “That’s
big,” I said taking in the wheeled monstrosity, “But it should fit,” speaking mostly
to myself when Dreysi pulled in three more suitcases and two handbags, “Are we
moving? Shouldn’t we take the couch and refrigerator too?” I said out loud.
                Thankfully,
Nicky stepped in and said “Dres, we can only fit one and we’re only going for a
few weeks at most.”
                I
thought Dreysi was going to have a fit right there but instead she said, “Why
can’t we just stay here? That way if Mom and Dad come home…”
                “Dres,
they’re out on Long Island. Flights have been cancelled until the epidemic has
been brought under control. They’re not coming home.”
                “Well,
then just you and I could stay here. We can lock the doors and I have this
gun…” she said waving the shotgun dangerously around.
                I
noticed that I was not invited to share their refuge here but thought I’d be
more than happy to leave her behind if she didn’t want to come as I stepped up
and grabbed the gun before she accidently or purposely shot something vital off
of me, “Let me hold that for you,” I said as I deftly snagged the gun and
flipped the safety on.
                “Well fuck us all ,” Dreysi spat finally
acknowledging that I was here, “The Man has come to save us. I’ll just wet my
panties and give you a gratuitous blow job in thanks!”
                “Oh,
god. Nicky, we need to get moving. Is she coming or not?” I said looking at
Nicky and choosing to ignore the venom being spewed at me.
                “Dres,
you need to decide if you want to go with us and pick one suitcase, then we
need to go.”
                “Oh, all
right,” she said and grabbed the most humongous suitcase and pushed it towards
me.
                I
sighed, grabbed it by the handle, and headed for the door. I’d tell Dreysi that
we had a five mile hike to the cabin once we were on the road. I was thinking
that I didn’t know where we’d get another pack when Nicky came out of one of
the back bedrooms with a spare one.
                “What
the fuck is that for?” she said pointing to the pack.
                Nicky
just shrugged and replied, “Who knows, we might need it.”
                I went
outside rolling the gigantic suitcase behind me around to the back of the
Bronco. I opened the back tailgate and none too gently stuffed the monstrosity
in, then slammed the back gate while Dreysi squeezed in the back seat with Tony
and Greer. Nicky and climbed in the front and I started up the engine.
                “You
brought Jailbait?” she said as she looked at Greer.
                “Nice to
see you too, Frigadoris,” Tony said.
                “Has she
even hit puberty yet?” Dreysi continued looking at Nicky and ignoring Greer and
Tony all together.
                “Have
you finished menopause yet?” Tony replied.
               

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