It was eight in the morning, sitting at the dining table, the smells of greasy bacon and eggs wafted over from the plate in front of me. I sat on the seat beside the head of the table, facing the kitchen, watching Lara's shapely ass swaying left and right in her blue tight jeans as she's cooking up some breakfast for Hannah and Sarah, who had yet to come down from upstairs.
Alex, as usual, was sitting beside me. She was having the same breakfast as mine along with a plate of hot pancakes stacking up like jenga and drizzling with honey were gobbled up by her in breakneck speed. She had just returned from her 'light' morning jog, that's how she likes to call it, where she ran around the neighborhood in full sprint mode for thirty minutes straight, non-stop. Strays of her brown hair stick to her forehead and sweat beads rolling down her neck into her cleavage, formed by her tanned tits draped in a sports bra.
Suddenly, my attention was taken by a breeze of strawberry scented air that brushed past me. I turned my head to the side to find Hannah walking past me to the kitchen and came out with a plate of the same breakfast but in a smaller portion. Different from Alex, Hannah being a gymnast had to manage her weight more closely.
She sat on the seat in front of Alex, giving me a glance before stuttering out, "M-Morning….Ryan."
Only the sound of sizzling bacon and Lara's humming tune audible in the quiet dining table. Alex's eyes widened and mouth went agape, half-eaten pancake speared with her fork dangling in the air, she couldn't believe what she had just heard. Did Hannah just greet Ryan? For the first time since he moved into their house last year?
"Gid yu fal ong yoke gead org sumting?" (Did you fall on your head or something?)
Alex spoke with her mouth full of pancakes but we had mastered her language ever since we were kids.
"Shut up and eat your pancakes" Hannah retorted.
"Morning, Hannah," I returned my greeting to Hannah before they could continue their quarrel.
Hannah upon hearing it ducked her face down with a blush on her cheeks, turning her attention to the food in front of her, she cut the egg by pressing the side of her fork on the runny egg to cut a small piece and lifting it into her mouth to chew at it. Sometimes I wonder how she gets through the day with such a small portion of food. Does she even have enough fuel for her training after the class? I would have been starving before I even got on the subway.
"Ouahhhhhhhhh!"
A loud yawning voice came from the hallway. It was Sarah, who was ambling to the dining table, still in her office blouse and mid-thigh skirt she wore yesterday. On her left hand, she held a large square shaped metal briefcase.
"Sarah, I made you some breakfast." Lara bellowed from the kitchen without turning her head, with a spatula on her hand, she flipped the bacon over in the frying pan.
"Awww really? But I'm still full from the snack last night…."Sarah said pitifully as she stood beside me while laying her right hand on my shoulder, squeezing it gently. Hinting at what happened between us in my room. I crept my left hand toward her, feeling up her leg without anybody around the table noticing.
"And I have to go now, I still have things I need to handle in the hospital," Sarah continued, feeling my warm hand on her icy thigh.
Hannah looked on with suspicious eyes at Sarah's hand resting on my shoulder while Alex continued munching on her pancakes, without a care in the world.
"Wait! Bring this with you, you can have it later."
I quickly snapped my hand away from Sarah's legs when I heard Lara's voice. She jogged out of the kitchen with her tits jumping up and down in her T-shirt, handing over a lunch box to Sarah.
"Thanks Sis!" Sarah gave her sister a big hug, breathing to her ear in a low voice, "Don't leave him hanging for too long or I'm gonna take his big fat dick away from you."
Lara pushed away Sarah with a flushed face, concerned that if anyone heard her, especially her daughters, the thought of them knowing their shameless mother was lusting over someone who's less than half of her age is embarrassing.
"I gotta go! Goodbye everyone." Sarah simply giggled in response to Lara's reaction and left the dining area to the front door, a small thump of door follows. She came and left like a hurricane, always leaving behind a mess, whether physically or psychologically.
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Arriving at the university at nine in the morning. I parted with Hannah in the hallway to our own classes, she gave me a small wave of goodbye with her little fingers emerging from her over-long sleeves, drawing a mix of reaction from the crowd of onlookers.
This was the first time she had ever waited for me to head out together to the university, we didn't talk much on our way other than her asking me if I'm feeling any better after taking the meds for fever which she gave me after she mistook me for having it, it was an awkward journey but it doesn't feel bad at all..
After ten minutes of passing through several buildings and moving along the corridor of classrooms with the school map displayed on my phone, I finally found the classroom where Mr.Greenwood's class will be conducting.
Swaying the door open, I was greeted by a normal size classroom with max capacity to fit about thirty students. Two rows of tables and chairs neatly aligned at each side of the room, leaving a walkway in the middle.
The room was currently half-empty since we are fifteen minutes away from the class to start. Some of the students who were already here were chatting to each other while others were swiping away at their phones.
The corner of my mouth curled up when I spotted the familiar blue hair in the middle row on the left side of the room. Making my way toward the seats beside him, my steps came to a halt when I heard the voice muffled out of the speaker in the classroom.
*Attention please. This is President Hisoka of Amarod University. Kindly take note that Amarod University had been notified by the police that a dangerous suspect is on the loose and the police believe that the suspect is in the vicinity of the neighborhood.*
*All students and teachers are required to make necessary adjustments to ensure that all programs are to be ended before 5pm for safety measures. Please head home early and stay safe.*
"What the hell is that about?" I asked Dylan while taking off my bag, sitting on the chair beside him.
"You live in a cave or something? It's been on the news since last night."—Dylan handed over his phone to show me a video of the latest news—"That woman is fucking huge. She could crush my head with those thighs."
It was a video from the surveillance camera of a convenience store, two women with their face pixelated were fighting with a eight feet tall woman. The fights were too fast for the camera to catch up with, all their movements were blurred and at the end of the video, the eight feet tall woman was sent flying to the wall by a blonde haired woman.
The hair on my skin all stood up upon seeing the tall woman in the video, how could I forget her? I couldn't forget even if I wanted to! It was the same woman who killed the man in the apartment and almost did the same to me that night. It was the Tall Lady! The eight feet tall monster that tried to suck me dry.
And the two women she's fighting with, despite their faces being hidden, their hair, clothes and stature reminded me of Detective Carter and Detective Estrada who interviewed me about what happened that night.
Could it be that the Tall Lady is chasing me all the way from Limerock Town? No, it can't be, all the dry corpses that were found before that night were in Amarod City too, it is probably all a coincidence that she came back to Amarod City. Maybe she's returning to her home or lair?
"Hey? You good?" Dylan woke me up from my trance with a shake on my shoulder, startling me.
"Y-Yeah. I'm cool," I reassured Dylan. I should really stop overthinking, my hair is about to turn grey from all the paranoia I'm inflicting on myself.
Soon, more students came through the front door and an wrinkly old man came in with a leather work bag in the crook of his arm, ready to commence the class.
Note : Now me and my turtle is in the same cell, we been trying to dug our way out of the prison but the utensil given by the prison is made of plastic. With no other choice, I'm forced to use my turtle shell.
Can't call PETA on me when I'm already in prison.