I came across an old van that was in terrible condition, parked on the side of a hill not too far from Hickory Mental Hospital. It was the same place that had been shut down after the fires there. Tub came along and miraculously managed to get the van running. It was quite strange; he gave it a quick jumpstart and performed some of his magic under the hood. We had to hotwire it, and there was a lot of smoke, but it started right up.
I proceeded to drive the van to the beach hair salon to pick up Marshmallow and Carmella. However, upon arrival, we discovered that Marshmallow was experiencing a stomach ache and was vomiting the contents of his lunch, which he had obtained from a burger joint. Nevertheless, I pressed on and parked the van in the Hickory parking lot. I was relieved that Tub had stayed behind to assist Marshmallow, but I couldn't help feeling frightened when I caught sight of Hickory Dickory Dock. The fires in the distance were clearly visible, and it reminded me of the ancient tales of Gerta Andrews.
As soon as I parked, my attention was immediately drawn to her. Denise Lancaster was casually savoring her soup from a thermos nearby. Seeing her rendered me speechless, and my mind played a meticulously rehearsed speech on a continuous loop. Every word had been carefully selected to convey my true feelings to Trevor. However, the unfolding scene shattered my composure, engulfing my hopes in an overwhelming wave of disbelief.
Trevor had arrived, accompanied by Jezabel, causing a disruption in the once tight-knit bond of our group. Jezabel exuded an undeniable allure as she confidently approached the van, which had been vandalized and transformed into a makeshift white party bus. Its sorry state, with remnants of used condoms in the sink, was hard to ignore. Her figure-hugging jeans daringly accentuated her curves, pushing the boundaries of appropriateness.
I couldn't help but experience a mixture of fascination and disgust as her attire left nothing to the imagination, even exposing intimate details. Despite my repulsion, Jezabel possessed an irresistible magnetism that effortlessly captivated not just Trevor, but all of us, drawing him towards her as if she held some sort of enchanting power.
With calculated intent, Jezabel embraced Denise and Carmella, our bodies merging in a display of camaraderie that I vehemently rejected. I refused to be ensnared in Jezabel's web of deceitful machinations. The memory of what she had done to Jackson, her previous lover, lingered-a cautionary tale that fueled my determination to protect Trevor at any cost. My gaze lingered on Trevor, his rugged features accentuated by a dark beard that exuded an aura of masculinity. He was mine, and I wouldn't allow Jezabel to seize him away.
In my attempt to capture Trevor's attention, I wore a black dress that flirted with impropriety. Its hemline daringly shortened, teasingly hinting at the possibility of my panties peeking through. I yearned for Trevor's touch, envisioning stolen moments in the back of the bus, his fingers delicately tracing the contours of my thighs. But these desires were tainted by a possessiveness that bordered on obsession. I was determined to stake my claim, to remind Trevor that he belonged to me and not to Jezabel. I knew the bus was dirty, but that was what attracted me to it. It reminded me of my time at Catholic school in Winona and being punished there by the nuns.
I recall one night; it was about 3 am, and I had gone out wandering the hall to get a drink from the machine. Suddenly, one of the nuns came round the corner, scaring the shit out of me. She slammed her hand on the wall and said, "Where do you think you're going at this hour?" Her face had long black hair slicked over each side, and her eyes just stared right into you.
Jezabel approached Trevor, her white blouse clinging to her form in a way that captured his attention, drawing his gaze towards her chest where her prominent nipples unexpectedly made an appearance. "Trev, shall we remove this board and venture inside?" The thought of "Hickory" lingered in the air, evoking a sense of mystery and piquing our curiosity.
