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Wednesday, December 27, 2006

Galindo Twilight - Part Two ...

[Marisa]

Natasha detached Bela and pulled on a violet sweater that just barely contained her luscious breasts. Bela protested, but Natasha slipped a pacifier into her mouth to quiet the girl. Stepping into her favorite pair of flip flops, Natasha took Bela into the stillness of the morning air. It was colder than she'd anticipated and she shivered a little, hugging her daughter closer to warm them both.

Her husband's car was in the driveway, where it belonged. Something was definitely not right; Steve and Emerald never went for early-morning constitutionals, especially not in the freezing-ass cold, so different from the Arizona warmth of her husband's youth. Natasha had no clue as to what was going on, but she had her suspicions. She strode next door- not to her parents' house, but to the home of a much more sinister character. The home of a man who, three days before, Steve had seen loading three suspicious-looking black garbage bags into the back of a truck.

Natasha and Steve's Creepy Neighbor Guy was asleep on his sofa when she burst in. He woke with a start.

"All right, you sick freak. What have you done with my husband and my daughter?!"

"I don't know what you're talking about, miss," he slurred, still hazy from sleep.

"Don't give me that." She grabbed his shirt collar. "He saw you. We both have, your weird habits and your garden and all the creepy-ass signs. You expect me to believe you haven't been watching us too?"

Natasha almost thought she was overreacting until she saw the Creepy Neighbor Guy smirk slightly. "I have been," he almost whispered. "You're a lovely family."

Natasha lost control in that moment. Not even ten minutes had passed since she'd discovered Isabela's shining tear and found Steve and Emerald missing, but it seemed like it had been forever. She punched her creepy neighbor square in the mouth and he recoiled with pain. She hit him again, and a thin stream of blood leaked from the corner of his mouth.

"Fine, fine! I didn't do it, but I'll tell you what I saw!"


Part three tomorrow night ...

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