Clairece wakes up and goes downstairs, she makes her coffee as normal and sits out back. Her body has recovered from Luna's attack from a week earlier. She sips her coffee wrapped in a blanket, watching the clouds float overhead. Her phone begins to vibrate in her pocket, reminding her of the sensory overload she had experienced. She quickly retrieves her phone and looks at the screen. Evelyn is calling her again, like she has every day since the incident.
"What Evelyn? You don't have to call every day. I am fine and I will continue to be fine." Clairece says trying to reassure her friend.
"I know but I was wondering if you ever went through the stuff of Luna's. I could use a spicy story or two." Evelyn tells her, as her dry spell continues. "I'm sorry but your ordeal has lit a fire in me, though I wouldn't have made it through it myself."
"Yeah, you would've spilled your guts in the first twenty minutes." Clairece giggles.
"Yes, thank you for pointing it out. I am also calling to let you know I won't be able to be there for Christmas. My parents are wanting me and Carl to be home this year." Evelyn tells her sounding disappointed.
"I understand, Greg and Lisa will be here, and I always have Oscar to occupy my time." Clairece tells her with a touch of evil in her tone.
"Just warn me ahead of time. So, I'll be sure to lock my door." Evelyn snickers. "I don't need my parents or my brother walking in on or listening to me getting destroyed by Oscar."
"I could see that being an issue, but won't they still hear you?" Clairece asks as she thinks about Carl.
"No, my father had the rooms triple insolated when he had it built. He didn't want anyone to hear my mom getting recked by him." She laughs loudly.
"I see, well I'll shoot you a text if I leave Oscar out." She snickers. "But no, I haven't read through it yet. I guess I feel like a stalker, I mean reading my mom's diary was bad enough. I guess I'll pull it out and go through it today. It's probably a good thing you're not coming. I turned my old room into an office."
"Where will I sleep when I visit then?" Evelyn asks hoping to stay in Clairece's room.
"Well, you can stay in Lisa's room, or you can stay in my new one." Clairece tells her with a lustful smile.
"Oh, that sounds delicious, I would love to stay with you." Evelyn says with a hiss. "I've got to go, my ten 'o clock is here. I will call you tomorrow. Love you, bye."
"Love you too, bye Evelyn." Then Clairece hangs up her phone.
# # # #
Clairece finishes her coffee then goes up to the safe. She pulls out the photo album and the two books. She tosses the blanket on the bed and pulls a fluffy robe from the closet. She lays it over the arm holding the books and picks up the bag. She tosses the bag on the bed and sets the robe and books beside it.
She opens it and finds an assortment of vibrators, dildos and other sex toys. She also finds packs of batteries and power cables. Everything was still in the package. Clairece was shocked, terrified and a little turned on.
"For fucks sake Clairece." She tells herself, after getting hot looking at the toys. "She was probably planning to use this on you." The idea of it getting her hotter.
She tosses it back in the closet.
"I might have to try some of that shit out later." She giggles.
After she puts on the robe, she shoves the books in her pocket. She puts the photo album under her arm. She looks for her phone but realizes she left it on the table. She trots down the stairs and makes another mug of coffee.
She had put the cup under the coffee maker on her way up.
"Clairece, you are losing it. You shoved the cup under it without making coffee and you leave your phone outside. After being attacked by a lunatic. Then get turned on looking through toys the murderer was going to torture you with. You are a twisted little freak." She smiles brightly. "And you are talking to yourself. You really need to get out more."
The gurgling coffee maker brings her back. She finishes making her coffee and goes outside. The cold air hits her and she grabs her phone then goes back inside.
She sits on the couch and looks up at the spot her and Lisa use to hide. When they watched their parents put the presents under the tree. She wouldn't be able to see someone if they were up there in the dark. She shakes her head and sets her coffee and the photo album on the table.
She opens it up and looks through the pictures. Luna was a beautiful woman. She wasn't as skinny back then and her clothes were different. Luna wore short skirts and tight low-cut blouses.
Oscar was dreamy. He wore button up shirts with the four top buttons unfastened. His jeans were tight, and you could see how big he was. His smile was absolutely amazing, and his eyes sparkled.
Clairece could see the attraction and why women flocked to him. Then there was the car. The 1985 IrocZ Camaro he drove. Clairece could imagine the sound of it, racing around town. She was getting wet thinking of it. The rebel with the hotrod. Then the grown-up Clairece came in. Seeing him chasing every girl in town. Always too busy to do anything but fuck and party.
"The boy is fun, but he can't be a grown-up. That's where the problems start." She says to herself, thinking about the fun she had with Carl and all the trouble he became. She continues to flip through the pictures, watching the couple grow up.
Clairece closes the photo album and puts it to the side. She pulls Luna's diary out of her pocket and opens it. She reads through it and the third entry she stops.
July 4, 1996: Me and Oscar went to the lake, so I wore my bikini under my shorts and shirt. after swimming for a while, we sat on the beach. He kept looking at the girls down the bank from us. I was so angry; I told him to take me home. We were fighting when we got to the car and then it began to rain. He started kissing me and lays me back on the hood. He pulled the strings of my bikini. The hood was still warm and so was the rain. I slid all over the hood as he moved inside me. I lost track of how many times I climaxed. It was amazing and we made up.
Clairece reads more entries of him looking at or getting caught with other girls. Then they get in a fight, and he screws her brains out and they make up until he does it again. Then the entries begin to become dark.
October 31, 2001: We went to a costume party. I wore this slutty ass witch costume, and he will not stop looking at these fucking whores. He asked me to let him bring some bitch to bed with us. I want to fucking say no but if I don't, he will fuck her and leave me alone. Why do I do this fucking shit for him. I should cut his fucking dick off but that's the best part of him.
November 2, 2001: She came to Oscar's with us. We got in bed, and I got wrecked. I layed on my back and He held my ankles up fucked me while this tramp sat on my face. Everything was fine until she started rubbing my pussy. I Started to come and couldn't stop. Oscar kept saying faster and I couldn't think. Finally, she fucking moved but I couldn't. So, she eats my pussy while he fucked her from behind until he come in her. That fucking cunt made me come so much I passed out. When I woke up, she was gone and so was he. I had to get my mother to pick me up. Then I had to listen to her bitch at me about Oscar.
November 8, 2001: My mother got her a new car and I got her old one. it isn't the best, but I don't have to depend on her or Oscar for a ride. I found that whore from Halloween. I told her to come by Oscar's house tonight. I didn't tell her he is out of town with some guy he used to hang out with in school. They decided to go to Vegas. So, I'm going to tie this slut up and show her how it feels to come until you pass out.
November 9, 2001: The whore from Halloween showed up. I told her Oscar wanted me to tie her up so everything would be ready when he came in. So, I put cuffs on her hands then tied them to the center of the headboard. Then I pushed her ankles to her ass and wrapped each leg in rope. Then I tied her knees to the side boards of the bed. She was opened like a present. I straddled her face and rubbed her pussy while she tried to make me come. Then I put my tongue and fingers to use. I had bought toys and used them. When we started, she told me, and I quote "You can't force me to come." but after an hour it was "Please stop. I can't take anymore." She was so whinny. Finally, I took a special strap on that went in both of us and vibrated. Then I turned it on and fucked her until I got to come. She stayed away from Oscar and the cops. I have a recording of her screaming how amazing it is. I know she just wanted out, but it protected me, plus I have her letting me tie her up. I think that's what I will do to Oscar's little whores. Eventually they will get the fucking point that he's mine.
Clairece runs upstairs and tears through the bag. She finds a video tape and takes it to her office. She converts it to digital as she watches it, then sends it to Evelyn. She adds the message. "I will send you another one tomorrow."
# # # #
Clairece wakes up very frustrated and her phone vibrating on the nightstand. She looks and it's her friend Evelyn. She picks it up.
"What do you want? Wasn't the video enough?" Clairece asks her as she looks at the time.
"It is eight in the morning. Get your cruel, amazing, wonderful ass out of bed. Where did you get this?"
"From the bag. You didn't send it to anyone? Please tell me you didn't share it with anyone."
"Of course I didn't. How did you get it to digital? because it looks old."
"Remember when my mom converted all the VHS tapes to digital. My dad bought her all the shit to do it. I have her equipment."
"Yeah, I remember. Your dad wanted to send them to someone to do it, but your mom was worried they'd screw it up. Your mom didn't trust anyone especially men."
"Look who she was married to." Clairece giggles. "Are you at home or the office?"
"I'm at the office. Why do you ask?" Evelyn asks suspiciously.
"Let me call you on video call." Clairece tells her as she untangles herself from the blankets.
"On one condition, you show me what you are wearing and don't change. Thats cheating Clairece."
"Fine but no bitching. Besides when I show you this it won't matter."
"I won't since I'm already prepared for that." Evelyn tells her knowing she's in her loose joggers and oversized t-shirt.
"Cool, I'll call you right back. "
