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+ 3	Death by Tampon
+ 1	A Day With Rhiannon...
+ 3	A Family Affair *Brandywine Part 2*
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Quick Note—My friend Lindsey and I were talking at lunch how someone stole one of her tampons out if her purse.  I told her that if she ever found out who did it, she should get her revenge on them with a tampon. Death by tampon!! Anyways, I thought it over, and this was the result…

 

            “But why?” Greg moaned, rolling over to the other side of the bed and smacking his alarm clock off the table. “Because,” Cassandra, his girlfriend, yelled from the bathroom, “I have to stay over today and help Anne Marie with the dinner shift. Just pick up the house for me so my parents won’t think I live with a slob.” She flipped her hair out and ran over to the coat rack. “Greg, don’t let me down. I haven’t seen my mother in fifteen years. If I come home and the house isn’t clean…Well, I won’t be happy.” Greg moaned again. “I’ll clean it. I promise.”  She smiled at him. “Love ya!” She yelled as she rushed out the door.

            She won’t do anything. Greg smirked as he fixed his tie. He had plans today to go out. He felt the ring in his pocket, feeling excitement rising up in him. Tonight was the night he would secure Cassandra as his own. She would be his best catch ever. But maybe I should pick up a little bit. He looked over his shoulder at the living room. Clothes and papers were strung out everywhere, and Cassandra’s dog, Ickie, had urinated on most of the things mentioned. He sighed. Well, she can pick it up if she wants it clean.

            Cassandra rushed around the Bo Peep, her best friend’s restaurant, trying to fulfill the orders of everyone around her. “Damn it!” Cassandra screamed as she dropped her tray full of food. “Hey you dumb bitch!” some guy hollered at her. She clinched her fists, trying to hold back her fury. “Sorry…” she growled under her breath as Anne Marie helped her pick up the spilled food and drinks. “Honey, why don’t you just take a break?” Anne Marie asked. “Tori and I can handle the lunch shift.” Cassandra got up and rushed out to her car.

             I hope Greg cleaned the house. She put the keys in the ignition and pulled out of the parking lot. The small house they shared together wasn’t that hard to clean, but it was hard to keep clean, especially with Ickie. The last thing I need is to find Greg still lying in bed. Or not at home at all. She turned around the corner and into her neighborhood. Greg’s car was gone. Gone, like he would be soon.

            She opened the door. The overwhelming smell of urine and cologne fueled her anger even more. “Greg!” she yelled. He peeked out of the bathroom. “Why are you here?” he asked her. “They let me off of the lunch shift. Where’s your car?” He looked at her cautiously. She soon realized that her fists were clinched. “Uh…Bob and I went out for a little while. I’m letting him borrow my car.” Cassandra walked across the room, stepping over large mounds of dirty clothes and urine soaked papers. “So, you went out without cleaning the house? I told you to clean the house this morning, Greg.” He uhmed, then backed into the bathroom. “Greg, why didn’t you clean my house?” Cassandra growled as she pushed him back into the bathroom, causing him to tumble into the bathtub. “I just…I was going to, but later.” She turned around and closed the bathroom door.

            “I have to pee, but you stay put,” she told Greg. He tried to think of what to do. I know Cassandra. She’s stronger than me, unfortunately. How can I get out of this…Greg squirmed around, then saw Cassandra reach around for her tampons. “Greg, where did you put my tampons?” Then, an idea came to him. “They’re in the upstairs bathroom, sweetie,” he lied to her. She got up to leave, then turned around. “Don’t move. I’ll be back,” she growled as she started to walk upstairs. Now came his window of opportunity.

            I’m the luckiest man in the world. Greg felt the box of tampons behind his back. He had grabbed them off of the counter when Cassandra pushed him down. He stashed a few in his pocket, and then put the other under the sink. “Greg!” the she-devil yelled from the stairway. “They’re not up here. Where are they?” He got up cautiously and walked to the doorway. “I think they’re under the sink, pooh bear.” She glared at him before coming down the steps. “Greg, why did you hide them under the sink. I hate it when you do that.” She wrapped her hand around his throat, and then let go to walk around him into the bathroom.

            Now’s the time, Greg. Either run or hide. Cassandra shut the bathroom door. He reached into his pocket and grabbed one of the tampons. Carefully, he unwrapped it. How the hell…where does this go…how weird. He finally got it open. Now what am I going to do? Before he had much brainstorming time, Cassandra opened the door. “So, you didn’t run away? Stupid boy.” He felt the tampon between his fingers. “Baby, can we have one more kiss?” She smiled at him. “Of course, smuckins.” She hugged him, unknowing of his now developed plan.

            Whack! He smacked her down to the floor. Guilt flooded him as she fell to the floor. He hated men who hit women, and now he felt like one of them. “You son of a bitch,” Cassandra mumbled. Before she could get up, he pinned her down. His adrenaline fueled him now, giving him the ability to open her mouth and shove the tampon down her throat. She scratched at his face as her face turned slightly blue. After struggling for a few minutes, she became still. Her whole body seemed to slump down. Greg shook as he looked over his dead girlfriend. “Now Cassandra, do you want to clean the house, or would you rather me to?” He laughed as Ickie came up to lick Cassandra’s face.

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