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was sound. It was her attitude that needed a complete and thorough overhaul. So, when the question was posed to Lilith as to why a girl with such potential would do such a foolish thing, and on school grounds where they were sure to be caught (thanks to that intrusive Hal the Pederast Bus Driver) to boot, her  answer was simple:
    “Sex sells,” Lilith began. That was the simple part, but Lilith continued. “It sells, and it’s recession and depression proof, you dumb cunt. Take an economics class. Actually, I take that back: instead of spending your extra time up our asses, how about you use that time trying to get your husband to fuck you better so that you don’t have to jealously glom on to the attention that Mackenzie and I were getting,  Katrina .” 
    Now, at this point, Lilith  probably  doesn’t come off as too likeable. Even with that in mind, the look on both Mackenzie and Katrina’s face would have been hysterical to any fly on the wall. The both of them just sat there with jaws that hung so low and with so much slack that their faces looked like the killer’s mask from the movie, SCREAM… and that’s just what Katrina Archiboro-Miller, Ruler of Men did.
    She shrieked in gross astonishment and fled the office away from this miscreant, who just gave her the worst verbal beating of her entire life…and  in front  of someone; a subordinate even! 
    After Mackenzie and Lilith had the office all to themselves, Mackenzie just continued to stare at Lilith, who had finally glanced at Mackenzie and simply shook her head slowly and smirked. That look said one thing: “Who the hell did she think she was fucking with?”
    Mackenzie would have to get used to her Scream-mask countenance a bit longer that day. When she got home later, her mother informed Mackenzie, after gossiping to a friend whose daughter was a classmate of Mackenzie’s, that Hal Kelly had suffered a stroke while driving his busload of children to their respective homes, and hit a telephone pole. Every one of the children were fine; nothing more than scrapes, bruises and the intermittent headache. Poor old Hal, the bus driver and pederast, didn’t quite make it. 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 5
     
                  
    That afternoon when Jayson and Lilith were over Tyler’s house, Jayson asked Tyler to bring them out back to try out his air rifle. Tyler knew that having friends over the house when both of his parents were still at work was pushing things as it was. Taking out the air rifle when his parents weren’t home on top of that? Not Tyler. That was  certainly  a punishable trespass and he would be paying a major penance if he was caught disobeying his parents to this degree. 
    “Come on, Ty. I wanna see how well you shoot,” Lilith coaxed as she played with her long dark hair.
    “Yeah, dude, and I wanna blow some holes in some cans,” Jayson pleaded.
    “Oh, yeah right! I bet you don’t even hit ONE!” Tyler jeered, giving Jayson a playful punch on the shoulder.
    “Come on. You said it yourself that your mom won’t be home from work until 4:30, and your dad even after that. Don’t be a fag,” Jayson teased.
    The look on Tyler’s face said that he didn’t want any part of disobeying his parents. It wasn’t because he would hear that his parents were  angry  with him, which they most assuredly would be, but because they were  disappointed  in him. And for a boy of Tyler’s obedient and appeasing nature, hearing the latter was worse… far  worse. Unfortunately, he found out the hard way that at his age the magnetism of peer-pressure was just too great a force to contest. What could he do? Nothing, he decided.
    “Alright; I guess a few shots couldn’t hurt.” Aren’t these typical famous last words? So typical that it borders on the excruciating. 
    “Couldn’t hurt at all,” Lilith