Very sorry for the prolonged hiatus. I'm guessing many of you thought I died or even worse: got a social life. I'll try to write and finish up this story, but my tiny brain only works so fast.
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Part III
“We’re here on Nood Street, where earlier today a little bit of confusion lead to a whole lot of attention.”
Shot onto the screen was the tree Lacey had unsuccessfully leapt from. Panning down, the slight indentation in the ground where she had eventually landed. When the focus returned to the reporter, she now stood above that dent. She crouched down, getting as close to the ground as she could, explaining the most superfluous details.
“Here is where our damsel bared it all, landing hard on her arms, stuck in a position that dozens of onlookers described as vulgar, many shielding the eyes of their young children. Meanwhile, some of the more immature bystanders snapped picture after picture, until the paramedics were able to arrive on the scene.”
Unbeknownst to our cute, albeit unseasoned reporter, her crouching had caused camera’s angle to be directly up her short black skirt, and a flash of pink fabric stuck out on the screen. It was the only bit of joy Lacey could take. This dumb bimbo was exposing her panties on TV, and for a moment the attention wasn’t on her own public showing.
But that respite was short-lived, as the telecast flashed black-barred photographs of her indecent landing, using much smaller bars than she would’ve thought suitable for daytime television. The images were replaced by something even worse: Tara.
“We we’re lucky enough to get a hold of one her closest friends.”
Lacey was enraged. Tara appeared on screen. The last person Lacey would consider a close friend. What could she possibly have to say? Hadn’t she done enough?
“Yeah I’ve known Lacey my whole life; she’s always doing stuff like this. Just earlier today she practically streaked the school pep rally.”
“THAT BI— ” Lacey started, before stopping herself. The B-word wasn’t allowed in her home, nor on her favorite erotic website, oneclickdicks.com. But the brief outburst had awoken her mother.
“Oh, honey, you’re up. How are you feeling?” she said, getting up and approaching the bed.
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