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$$ .d""b. .d""b. HOE E'ZINE #1033
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$$ $$ $$ $$ $$ss$$ "Ralph: Chapter 2"
$$ $$ $$ $$ $$ by Hort (hort@hoe.nu)
$$ $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ 03/8/00
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$$ $$ "TssT" "TssT"
Two years later... (and no one has done the world a favor yet)
A red tint enveloped the room as a loud buzzing woke Ralph. He
reached over and hit the snooze button on his alarm clock. The buzzing
continued. Ralph thought it was odd that he could not feel the familiar
plastic of the clock as he hit the snooze button again. The red tint
disappeared, and a cold blue morning light revealed itself. Ralph sat up
and turned his alarm off. He shook his head and grabbed the blankets off
his floor and wrapped them around him. He had his usual morning erection,
but he didn't care. Ralph sat for five minutes trying to warm up. After
nearly dozing off again, Ralph stumbled into his bathroom and started his
shower.
After painfully finding out that shampoo is not actually a good
lubricant, Ralph got ready for another day of school. All he could think
about was Sarah, again. Thinking about her never really created any
feelings for him, it was just something to fill the void and he pulled
his socks up snugly around his ankles.
Making sure he would arrive approximately 30 minutes early, Ralph
drove to school. It was a twenty minute drive, so he left fifty minutes
before school started. He got there exactly the time he planned and
pulled into the back of the parking lot, turned the engine off, sat back,
and listened to his music.
When the first bell rang, signifying it was time to come to class,
Ralph walked towards the building. This building was significantly
smaller than the one he was in two years before. It was a single story
as compared to a three-story building. It also had about the same number
of people in it, making things a bit more crowded.
Ralph made a small prayer to the god that he still didn't believe in
that there wasn't anyone sitting outside smoking that he would have to
walk past. He pulled his black coat over his mostly black shirt, and
walked inside. It was summer. It was 90 degrees outside.
His first class of the day was speech. Thankfully, today, no
speeches were being given, so Ralph relaxed a bit. All he carried into
school was his notebook, and that's all he needed for speech. He walked
over to his locker and opened it up and threw his notebook inside. He
checked it twice to make sure he had paper, then took it back out of his
locker and walked to class. He sat in the same spot on the desk that he
always sat at. The desks in the room were strangely setup. They were
arranged in a large 'U' shape, the entire thing being used as one solid
desk. Everyone in the room was forced to sit by one or two people.
Matt was already sitting at his desk, looking down at whatever
demonic drawing he was working on that day. Matt and Ralph had a very
unique relationship. They were friends in the unique social situation
that neither of them had any friends around. This time, like 99% of the
life of Ralph, was one of them. Also, the two shared the same outlook on
life. Matt, however was a lot more sociable and stable. Out of the two,
he would be voted less likely to end up in a mental institution.
Sarah walked in, and Ralph glanced over to the door almost
instinctively, then looked back forward. She walked over and sat by him,
as usual, and they looked at each other and smiled. Ralph muttered a
'good morning' under his breath, and Sarah, without even hearing what he
said, knew him well enough to respond.
"Good morning!" she said in her usual chipper voice. 'Chipper' was
the exact word Ralph was thinking when she said it. He then reflected on
the fact that she had an over-bite, and the picture of a buck-toothed
chipmunk came into his head.
Ralph turned to Matt and said, "Have you ever had the intense
feeling to shove a pine tree up your ass?"
Mike retorted, "I tried, last night. Didn't work out." He never
looked up from his drawing.
"Oh, ok." Ralph turned back to Sarah and smiled.
The last bell rang to tell the students that they should get their
head out of whomevers ass it was in and pay attention to the big ass up
front. Ralph began his five minute count down subconsciously. Meanwhile,
Mr. Shane Flanders began his 10 minute discussion on how the movie 'Good
Morning Vietnam!' was an important part of American Culture and how peons
in speech class should give speeches on it.
Ding! Five minutes were up and Ralph opened up his notebook, and
slowly tore out a piece of paper slowly so as not to attract attention.
He then wrote 'what's going on?' on it and passed it over to Sarah. They
had been passing notes back and forth daily for a few months now, and
Ralph preferred talking to her that way than talking to her face to face.
But this was progress, he thought, to be talking to her at least. He had
even convinced her to agree to have sex with him (yes, she was a slut),
they just couldn't find a place to do it. Ralph lacked the mental bridge
that could have made him realize that they could have had sex in about
the twenty places he jerked off regularly when he was not at home.
Today, unlike any other day, Ralph had a question to ask Sarah. He
had some weed and he wanted to invite her out to lunch to smoke it. In
one of the previous letters, she had mentioned that she had wanted to do
that with him, and ever since, that had been his ultimate goal. Now all
that was left was asking her. Fortunately, Ralph calculated the
rejection chance at being approximately five point six percent.
She agreed, and they had scheduled it for the next day at lunch.
Ralph could hardly contain his glee, as he had been waiting for a moment
like this for what seemed like his entire life. Walking out of class
that day, Ralph walked in a manner he was not familiar with, he felt like
he was worthy of something for once. He had a little more bounce in his
stride, and a little more drool dripping down his chin than normal.
The rest of the day was uneventful for Ralph. He waited outside
Sarah's second class of the day as usual to hand her the usual piece of
gum. He felt somehow that this brought them closer together, as he did
anytime he got to see her. Little things meant a lot to Ralph. Had he
not been able to give her that piece of gum that day, Ralph would have
been depressed for days on end.
At lunch, Ralph drove to a secluded spot in the country and sat in
his car and listened to music for half an hour. He giddily talked to
himself about how what he was going to do the next day at lunch, and all
the things it could mean. Maybe Sarah would want to go out with him
again, and who knows what could happen. Yes, this was going to be
Ralph's big break, this was what was going to start his life. No more
would he be spending those long weekends alone. Ralph was going to be
someone, he would be happy.
Ralph drove home that night with even more glee. He even gave up
his usual practice of stopping on the side of the road and looking
lustfully at the cow pastures. Nothing could ruin his state of complete
happiness, well, except for maybe coming home to find his mother in a
bloody heap on the floor and his father desperately looking for a wooden
spoon again. Even then, it would be debatable.
For the rest of the night, he could think of nothing but what was
going to happen that next day. When he did attempt to sleep, he could
still not keep his mind from thinking about it. He only wanted to sleep,
to bring the next day close, but yet he couldn't. Ralph reflected on
this, but his infantile mind could not draw any conclusions, and he
slept.
. . .
"I'm sorry, I completely forgot, can we do it tomorrow?" Sarah
looked at Ralph innocently batting her big brown eyes.
"S-sure..." Ralph said hesitantly. He usually did a rather good job
of not letting on that he was utterly and completely crushed. He had a
lot of practice at that. However, the anticipation of the next day's
lunch pretty much overwhelmed the disappointment. And so the vicious
cycle started over again.
Ralph sat at home that night thinking of nothing but the day's
events. He rationalized to himself how Sarah could still love him and do
this to him. How maybe she didn't want him to think that she was too
interested in him. That must have been it. Definitely.
<screech>
Screams of passion filled the room. It was a full moon out, but the
blinds were closed, allowing in only enough light to illuminate the two
bodies slightly. Sight was hardly the sense being used in this situation,
however, and all movement was based on touch. Ralph slowly caressed her
feminine body underneath his own as he thrust himself inside her at a
moderate pace. He stopped for a moment to pay special attention to her
breasts; he could tell that she enjoyed that immensely.
Soon enough, another orgasm ripped through her body as she stretched
her arms above her head and screamed Ralph's name. The mere sound
triggered his own. As he came inside her, he gripped his right hand
around the front of her neck. Pressure applied at the right points
enabled him to distinguish her trachea from the other muscles and tendons
in her neck, and he quickly moved his hand around it and clenched it
tightly. Warm blood bathed his hand as it penetrated the skin. With one
terrible jerk, he ripped out her wind pipe. Blood gushed down what was
remaining of it into her lungs, a slight gurgling sound emitting before
the expected convulsions. The look of horror was plainly shown on her
face even in the poor lighting. Ralph did not show an emotion, and
merely watched her clutch her neck in vain. Blood rushed out between her
fingers onto the bed, creating a dark shroud around her neck. Ralph held
up the chunk of flesh over her face, causing the blood to drip down onto
her forehead. He moved it down slightly to cause the blood to drop into
her eyes. Involuntarily, her eyes twitched and closed. They would never
open again
Her mouth gaped open, in a futile attempt to get air. Ralph calmly
put the flesh in his hand into her mouth. He threw the blankets off
himself and walked into the bathroom. Without saying or thinking a
single word, Ralph cleaned himself off. He found that blood was much
easier to come off than he first thought. Ralph wondered what her name
was. He was sure he would find out soon enough. He just had to remind
himself to get the newspaper for the next few days.
Ralph calmly walked back into his bedroom and looked at the
motionless body on the bed. He flipped on the light, and looked at the
extent of his damage. She looked prettier than he had remembered before,
and he stood admiring her naked body for a moment. Ralph looked down at
his watch. 2:30 a.m. Grabbing the covers from the bed, he looked them
over quickly to see if any of the blood had gotten on them. He was
lucky, there was a lot of blood all over his bed, but none had gotten on
the blankets. Looking around, and seeing nothing to put the tarnished
linen in, he walked into the living room, and headed directly for his
storage closet. He took out the biggest box he could find, roughly the
size of his dishwasher, and carried it clumsily back into the bedroom.
He sat it down right next to the bed. He wrapped up the lifeless body in
the blood soaked sheets and dragged the clump into the box. Looking
around once more at the bloody bed, he decided he would deal with it
later, and slid open his bedroom window. He figured that would keep any
smells from building up while he was gone. Ralph tested his strength and
made sure he could lift the box. He then proceeded to drag it outside.
Silently praising himself for buying a truck, he lifted the box into
the bed. The top of the box, still open, was luckily not low enough for
anyone to easily look inside it. Without even stopping to lock his
house, Ralph started his truck and drove off into the desert. The
deserts in Nevada were vast, and luckily, Ralph had a spot in mind to
bury the body. He also praised himself for having the forethought to buy
a shovel and keep it in the truck in case the need arose....
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