14 SLAUGHTERHOUSE  

jasonabadboy4u 29M
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6/22/2006 3:15 pm
14 SLAUGHTERHOUSE

14 SLAUGHTERHOUSE
Naughty Tricks and Yummy Treats
Chop! Chop! Chop! The lonely woman was preparing ingredients for her Halloween goodies. Halloween was her favorite day of the year. It had been since she was a little girl. This year, she was going all out in her efforts. Slice! Slice! Slice! It had been a long time since she had been able to apply herself so to the making of Halloween treats. Even worse, children were actually told by their parents not to eat homemade Halloween candies. The Idea! Grind! Grind! Grind! She couldn't imagine Halloween treats without the homemade touch: sugary bites that crunched between the teeth, delicate drops that popped their juices when bitten, creamy filled chocolates with deliciously oozy centers. She had everything she needed to make them all. And she would! Though it had been some time, she still remembered her favorite recipes by heart. Sift! Sift! Sift! Many of the ingredients she had picked up the day before in the local grocery store. Flours that incorporated runny liquids. Creams that bound crunchies in secret suspensions. Sweeteners that absorbed extracts, essences, and dyes. Some of the special ingredients had to be improvised, but the basics never changed. Drip! Drip! Drip! Other things never changed too. Things she wished just as soon would. The unthinking cruelty of children was the worst. Bubble! Bubble! Bubble! Just yesterday in the grocery store she had heard them snickering to one another in the aisle behind her. When she turned upon them, they had made nasty faces at her. Faces so nasty that she wanted to tell them they didn't need Halloween masks! Scrape! Scrape! Scrape! The worst had been that wicked little boy she had surprised outside her door in the midst of his mischief that same evening. She knew that many children flaunted their misbehavior around the neighborhood the night before Halloween, but just because it was expected didn't make it right. She had caught him red-handed while he was at his most vulnerable. As she opened the door, she saw him with his pants pulled all the way down. She followed his gaze down to his exposed penis. He smiled at her and began to pee on the welcome matt, that lay down in front of the door. She could only watch the boy as he peed, not taking her eyes away from his Penis. Only licking her lips. Then, after he was done, She reached out and grabbed him by his penis and pulled him inside, as he was screaming, and slammed the door shut behind them. She remembered that there was a small group of friends that were going around looking for him. "They will come in contact with him again soon enough," the woman thought as she again smiled to herself. And when she confronted him, he had the nerve to taunt her! Pull! Pull! Pull! Riiiiippp! He had said everyone knew about her, and what she had done, and why they had put her away in that place of sickness for so long, and how everyone was afraid of her. She had quickly put a stop to his lies. Grate! Grate! Grate! She ran a flour-caked hand through her hair. She could tell from the way the sun dipped over the hills and trees that she still had a couple of hours of daylight left. Just enough time for her goodies to cool and set before wrapping. She stepped back from the table to survey her handiwork. It was nice to see how her work had become second nature to her. Pat! Pat! Pat! She would not let unpleasant children spoil her favorite holiday. She would give them her special Halloween candies--and a taste of their own medicine! As she set about the final steps that would give added surprise to her Halloween treats, she stifled a giggle over something she had overheard at the store yesterday. When she had taken her purchases to the checkout counter, a sweet little girl had looked at the packages of hot dogs that they were probably going to have cooked on the grill for a Halloween picnic, and told her mother how they looked just like penises. Studying her ingredients, and with a wide smile on her face, she knew that, really, it was the other way around.


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