From 5 houses up the street, Jahon sat in his leased Trooper with Kelly beside him in the passenger seat, watching the Scroggins's front door through the rear view mirror.
A few moments earlier, Kelly had quickly jumped out of the vehicle and knocked on Tammy's front door, dropping the envelope on the welcome mat in the process, before darting back to the Trooper and easing up the street with Jahon to watch as Tammy came out to see who knocked.
Just as Jahon slipped the transmission into park, Tammy Scroggins emerged from the house, swinging the door open curiously as she stood there in nothing but her black terrycloth robe. Both mens' sexual radars went up immediatly when they saw Tammy pop out of the house and bend over to pick up the large envelope.
Tammy's long blonde hair clung slinkily to her shoulders and both boys licked their lips suggestively at the striking contrast of Tammy's pale white upper thighs underneath the solid black robe.
"Bitch looks good in black, Dawg," Jahon gleamed.
"Damn right," Kelly replied, neither of them believing what they were on the verge of.
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At 6:30 that night, Tammy sat at the dinner table staring straight at the old fashioned grandfather clock ticking away in the corner of the room.
Both her husband and her two boys gave her quite a strange and curious look as they slowly went about eating their hot pizza.
Roger and Brian were in heaven eating the pipping hot Pizza Hut home delivery, but Carl Scroggins was a little more disappointed in the night's menu. Looking down at the slice on his plate, Carl fumed internally. Knowing that today was Tammy's only weekday off from work, he had naturally assumed she would have spent all day putting together a really special home cooked meal. What he came home to was dorm food and he wasn't at all happy about it.
Tammy knew Carl would be pissed about the lack of effort that went into dinner, but after receiving the package that was now safely hidden underneath the sofa, Tammy just couldn't focus her attention on anything long enough to actually do a dinner from scratch. As she sat there trying to eat a slice herself, her head became evermore scrambled with each tick the clock made towards 7pm.
There were several times that afternoon, before Carl and the kids had gotten home, that Tammy had been tempted to call the police and seek out their help. Rehearsing her story to the cops in her head, Tammy knew there would be no way to logically go through with that idea without totally embarassing herself.
As the 7pm deadline neared and her family all arrived home safely and waited for dinner, Tammy knew she couldn't lie well enough to get out of the house at dinner time and face whatever demons that had instigated her burgeoning nightmare.
Watching as the clock ticked to 7, Tammy exhaled a deep breath and started to clean up the dirty dishes littering the table.
"Maybe it all was a hoax?" Tammy tried being firm and rational with herself. "Still, how did they get MY pictures ...and... WHY..."
After getting the kitchen straightened, Tammy quietly grabbed a fifth of rum and disappeared downstairs with a novel in hand. By 9 o'clock, pressed severly from the conflicting emotions of the day, Tammy fell asleep on the basement sofa.
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Two days passed without incident and Tammy finally started to breath comfortably again. With Sunday coming up, Tammy planned on hopefully putting the entire week of travails behind her. Eventhough Sunday , in a lot of ways, was her most stressful day of the week she treasured the chance to sleep in just a little longer.
Once awake however, she'd have to fight the kids to get ready for church, fix a light breakfast, then head off to church where she had to help out with the sunday school first, then sit through the entire service and afterwards help out with the greeting committee that inducted new members into the parrish. After all that was done, Tammy usually had to hurry home and fix the Sunday dinner.
Thankfully, there was to be some relief this particular Sunday because Tammy had to work at the grociery store from 1 until 5. After hurrying home to take a quick shower and grab her work clothes, Tammy headed to the Food Lion, leaving Carl and the boys to some Sunday male bonding.
Arriving at work with about 10 minutes to spare, Tammy rushed through the doors and quickly made her way to the bathroom to change into her uniform.
Hurriedly rushing through the store, Tammy couldn't help but get a strange and eerie feeling as she greeted several of her co-workers. Every person she said "hello" to almost automatically lowered their eyes and tried not to engage her. In her haste to go get dressed, Tammy just assumed the shift manager had lit into everyone earlier in the day for too much scoializing and now they were just trying to be good soldiers.
Tammy had no clue that the reason for everyones' ackward reaction to her was much more personal.
After changing in the bathroom, Tammy headed out to the office to clock in and get her register till. As she neared the glass cubicle where the shift manager would give her the assigment for the day, Tammy slipped past the small bulletin board where employees and customers could post notes ranging from yard sale announcements to buy and trade notices.
Hurried to clock in on time, Tammy passed the board with only a fleeting glance until she was about 3 steps by it. Something horrible suddenly clicked inside Tammy's head and she stopped dead in her tracks.
Everything around Tammy felt as if it grinded to a frozen halt as most of the employees in the store stared at her as she turned slowly back towards the bulletin board.
What she saw when she turned back and faced the board was a series of composite pictures that had been copied and posted crudely with thumbtacks for everyone in the store to see.
Tammy shuddered seeing that they were the same stolen pictures of her from years earlier that she had been threatened with a few days before. There were at least eight pictures up there and with each new one Tammy cringed seeing herself being blatantly playful and salacious for the camera.
Feeling like she was going to throw up, Tammy desperatly tried making her feet move as the pinpoint laserlike stares of her co-workers branded her indeliably.
Snapping in a moment of tortured insanity, Tammy reached up and tore as many of the polariod copies down as she could with two rips of her hand, causing almost everything else posted on the baord to come crashing down to the floor as well. Grabbing as many of the pictures of herself as she could, Tammy cried profusely as she left the store, wounded in shame.
