Three girls lose their way and then find it in Texas and their lives changed forever..
(P. s.. There’s going to be a lot of sex in this story. If you don’t like that sort of thing, then stop reading . . . NOW!)
This is a really long story, by the way. If you want immediate gratification, you might want to skip it.
Enjoy..
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“Lost In A Wrong Turn” Part 1
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“We are so TOTALLY lost,” whined Laurie for the one-hundredth time in one hour. Alice and Heather both groaned. Actually being lost was bad enough. Getting color commentary about being lost was almost intolerable. After hearing nothing new hour after hour, the other two girls felt like they might as well have been watching CNN.
“Would you PLEASE shut up?” groaned Heather. She was so tempted to light up a cigarette and scorch the other girl’s tongue with it. At least then she could make fun of the comical sounds coming out of the girl’s mouth.
“Now there’s no need to be uncivil,” chimed in Alice. “After all, we’re all . . .”
” . . . God’s children,” the other two girls finished. “Yes,” continued Heather, “we know, because you mention that at the top of every hour!”
This bickering is what had landed them into their current predicament. The three young women had disliked each other from the moment they first laid eyes on each other. All three of them were college freshman majoring in music. The dean of the department had informed them that a religious organization was putting on a month long music camp for children of local church-goers over the summer, and that any of his students that wanted to could apply to be camp counselors. In return, they would not only get paid but receive course credit as well. Most people had turned down the idea, as they had other plans for their summer vacations besides babysitting a bunch of religious kids. But about a dozen had agreed to do it, and it had been left up to them to arrange transportation, which the camp would reimburse them for. The camp was near a place called Clear Lake, and was about a twenty-hour drive. The other volunteers had all found traveling companions, as none of them wanted anything to do with the ‘unholy trinity,’ leaving the three of them forced to share a ride to the camp.
Heather, Alice and Laurie had all been taking the same lab for one of their basic music classes, and had been forced by random assignment to be in the same group. And their personalities mixed like gasoline and matches.
Laurie could best be described as a princess. She was tall, blonde and large in the breasts while slim in the hips. And the other girls were convinced that she was completely devoid of the gift of thought. She was so used to her mommy and daddy handing her anything she wanted on a silver platter that she was almost incapable of doing things for herself. Everything she wore had a designer label on it and cost more than most people spent on their entire wardrobes. And when things didn’t go her way, she whined. A lot. Her car had actually broken down just before the trip, forcing her to ride with the other two girls.
Heather looked like she was plucked from a b-grade biker flick. She always wore grungy looking clothes, heavy metal t-shirts and goth make-up. She was a little shorter than Laurie and not quite so bodacious, but she caught her fair share of stairs, whistles and catcalls. A lot of those boys wound up suffering for their disrespect with bloody noses. While Laurie had probably never lifted a finger except to use her cell phone, Heather was used to a lifetime of labor. Her parents were poor and her father was an alcoholic, so she had to earn everything she had in life. She had been playing lacrosse since high school, mostly because she liked hitting other girls with large sticks, and there weren’t any hockey teams where she grew up. She considered herself to be a rebel. She had gotten her tongue, ears and nose all pierced, leaving her with enough metal on her face to set off metal detectors at airports. She had a tattoo of a snake that went from just above one hand, up her arm, across her shoulders and down the other side. She called it her “Midgard Serpent.” She had long black hair and piercing blue eyes. Her body was lean and muscular, and she had a teardrop ass that many men (quietly) drooled over. Heather and Laurie were sitting up in the front of the jeep, as they tolerated each other only slightly more than they tolerated Alice. That and while she may have been dumb as a post, Laurie was easy on the eyes and Heather was openly bisexual.
And then their was Alice, who could was often described as nondescript. She had shoulder-length, plain brown hair. She always wore non-revealing and plain clothes, and she never wore makeup. She was actually somewhat pretty, though her overall presence was so drab that most people never gave her a second glance. She had gentle but generous curves which no one except her had probably ever seen. She seemed devoutly religious, quoting the scriptures with frightening regularity. It drove the other two girls completely insane.
They had been driving for hours through the vast emptiness of central Texas, with only low hills and the occasional shrub to break up the monotony. Unfortunately, they had entrusted their road map to Laurie. In a fit of typical Laurie brilliance, she had lost it trying to swat a fly. She had pursued the hapless insect outside the car while attempting to shuffle it loose this mortal coil. Heather, with great volume and no small amount of foul language, attempted to explain that once the offending bug was outside the car, it was no longer necessary to plot its death. At that point, Laurie had lost her grip on the map, which fluttered off the bridge they were crossing and into the creek below. Heather had then adopted the policy of taking whichever road led in the general direction of south, before finally and grudgingly admitting she had no idea where ‘south’ was, as the sun was almost directly overhead. As afternoon and evening progressed, they found that they had actually been heading almost directly west, and were probably no closer to their final destination than when they started.
It was getting late and they were getting desperate. Heather saw a one-lane dirt road she assumed was a county highway that appeared to be heading south, so she took the turn. After following it for half an hour with no signs of civilization, Heather admitted to having made another wrong turn. Then, the hood of Heather’s old jeep erupted in smoke and steam and the car started jerking as it began decelerating. The vehicle came to a complete stop and they all scrambled to get out. Heather grabbed a rag out of the front seat and managed to get the hood open. It was hard to make out the problem at first, as there was more smoke drifting around than at the back room of a college frat party. Eventually, she discerned the culprit. She had just shot a rod through the entire engine.
“What the . . .”she started. That shouldn’t have happened! The engine had been fine! Unless . . . “Laurie,” she said from between clenched teeth, “did you put oil in this morning like I asked?”
“Yep!” the girl said, her lips smacking as she chewed her gum like a cow with its cud.
Heather glanced back into the car, staring around until she noticed something rather disturbing. The normally blue liquid in the windshield washer reservoir was incredibly dark and murky. “YOU IDIOT!” she screamed, looking for a stick or something with which to bludgeon the blonde girl with. “YOU PUT OIL IN WITH THE WINDSHIELD-WIPER FLUID!”
Even a dumb animal like Laurie instinctively realized the presence of a predator, and she tore off down the road with the black-haired girl in hot pursuit. Alice chased after them, screaming something about forgiveness and understanding. Both the predator and prey screamed at her to shut the hell up.
Alice finally stopped. “C’mon,” she yelled. “It’s not THAT bad, is it?”
At that exact moment, the jeep seemed to catch fire. Heather screamed and ran to grab the extinguisher out of the back of the jeep. Since the flames were coming from the front, she was able to retrieve the device and hose down the flames before the jeep exploded. Once the vehicle was stabilized, she threw the extinguisher to the ground, mourning the demise of her car.
Alice turned to look Heather. Heather turned to look at Laurie. Laurie turned and ran like hell down the road. Heather and Alice both gave chase, but this time Alice wasn’t thinking about forgiveness. She wanted to ring that bimbo’s neck. Then a pair of headlights penetrating the encroaching darkness and a truck pulled up. The vehicle appeared to be a vintage Ford truck, though only Heather appreciated that fact.
“Oh dear Lord,” Alice muttered. “It’s probably some inbred farmer whose come to rape and kill us and dump our bodies in with his pigs so they can devour the evidence.”
Heather and Laurie, who had stopped running, both turned and looked at her. “Where the hell do you come up with this shit?” said Heather with a look of incredulity on her face.
“There’s no need to cuss,” Alice replied primly.
“Shut up!” the other two girls said simultaneously.
The truck came to a complete stop, and then a stunningly beautiful young woman climbed out of the cab. She was a slim girl with long legs extending from her Daisy Duke cut-offs. She wore a plaid shirt that was tied off above the navel, exposing a trim waist and narrow hips. She had small, pert breasts that were partially exposed as the shirt didn’t seem to be actually buttoned. She had curly, pale-blonde hair that fell all the way to her waistline, which was kept out of her eyes by a red bandana. She also seemed to be carrying a shotgun, which everyone was able to appreciate.
“Hi,” the girl said in a bubbly fashion that seemed quite out of place from someone holding a weapon. “I’m sorry, but you all are on private property, so we’re gonna have to ask your business.” The three girls just stared at her. “Hello? Anyone in there? Did . . . Oh, the gun. Sorry, we got a little nervous when we saw the flames.” The girl put the shotgun in the rack on the rear window of the truck.
“She keeps saying ‘we’,” whispered Alice. “She must be one of those psychos who live on their own and make soup bowls out the skulls of dead animals.”
“Shut up!” the other girls said again.