(Continued from Maria)
They took the road easily, with the moon roof open to better view the graying sky that revealed itself more every night as the leaves fell. Also, so Chelsea’s dope smoke could dissipate easily into the dusk. To be fair, it was her dope but they all were partaking. Him less, but still….
As zombies went they were definitely sexy, both careful to apply makeup that accented their looks-cheek bones for Chelsea, those goddam eyes for Gennie. They were also wearing special panties he had bought them anticipating an unveiling sometime in the evening. Gennie’s said simply “Spank Me” and Chelsea’s, “I need a good spanking.” Chels laughed and took them in good humor but didn’t model them as he’d hoped. Gennie was still a little standoffish-hesitant-nervous, though she looked great in them. Hard-on great.
At their prodding and wheedling he had broken down and put on the sheriff’s costume from a few years ago pleased that it still fit. He had a tiny pang remembering that his wife had accompanied him in cuffs and a striped jumpsuit which opened in the back for when she misbehaved. Which she often did. He toked deeper when the joint reached him this time. Linda was popping into his thoughts more and more lately.
As they rounded the last turn before Duke’s place, he saw a light swinging at the head of the driveway. He slowed. Valet parking maybe? The guy was standing at the top of the drive effectively blocking him from leaving the road. He slid the window down and leaned over Gennie.
“Heading into the party”, he explained.
“No party here”, the guy answered.
“Really? I thought there was.”
“Cancelled”, he said looking closely into the car.
“Huh! I hope everything’s alright”, both girls noticed his voice was different. Lighter and a bit breathy.
“I wouldn’t worry about it.”
“I just heard about this on Facebook. Seemed like a fun thing. Don’t get out to his part of the county often. Easy to get turned around I guess…”
“Yeah, well, you got the wrong place.”
“Which is it?”
“Cancelled or the wrong place?”
“Tell you what there, cowboy”, they guy growled leaning forward. “Might be a good time to ride on.” He pulled his jacket aside just enough to show a pistol in his belt.
“Oh Jesus pal!”, he flustered, almost sliding into a falsetto. “Not looking for any trouble…” He hit the gas and popped ahead, around the next bend watching the rear-view more than the road.
“What’s going on?” asked Gennie.
The road switched back then slipped over a slight hill so they couldn’t be seen but he shut the lights anyway before slowing and turning onto a hard-packed dirt road that you had to know was there.
“You kids wearing sensible shoes?” he asked scanning the woods off to the right.
“We’re good”, answered Chelsea.
“What’s going on?” Gen repeated.
“You gonna call 911?” she asked.
He had stopped in the middle of the road and turned the car off. They listened to the ticking of the engine and felt the closeness of the trees on both sides. Without a word he opened the door after switching off the interior lights. He popped the console and grabbed his pistol without taking his eyes off the woods and field ahead.
“What’s that?” asked Gennie, unnecessarily.
Even wrapped in the clip-on holster Chelsea recognized it. “Sig Nine”, she said simply.
Without answering he cut his glance her way and squinted quickly-as if trying to see something in the shadows behind her eyes. She didn’t waver. He clipped the gun onto his belt.
“You gonna call 911?” Gennie repeated in a harsh whisper.
“Shhhh!” Chelsea hissed just as urgently. They gathered behind the car where he popped the trunk. He took out a small fold-up digging tool and a handed it to Chelsea.
“We can take the poles I made for the leashes. They could be weapons.”
He closed the trunk with a silent click. “We’ll be OK for weapons”, he said leading the way into the woods.