Truth or Dare, Dimmsdale Style
Veronica's Evening
It was a (not-so-oddly) subdued trio that left the lake house that afternoon. Vicky drove without her usual recklessness which spared the lives of several stray cats and even a couple of second graders. Veronica was the first to be dropped off. Before she opened the door, she leaned over and gave Vicky a kiss. They discovered something new about their link. As Veronica kissed Vicky, she felt Vicky feeling Veronica’s kiss. And Vicky felt Veronica feeling Vicky feeling Veronica… it became a hell of a kiss. Timmy felt Veronica feeling Vicky feeling Timmy, feeling Veronica…. Well, I did say it was a hell of a kiss.
Later… Pain. Headache. Depression. “Shit,” Veronica thought. “Shit! Piss!! Fuck!!!” She kept her room in darkness, lit only by a single candle. Sometimes it kept the pain away. But not tonight. Today had been such a strange and wonderful day. There had been dozens of naked teenage boys… and Timmy. There was a new, older girlfriend in her life… and Timmy. There was beer and pot shared with people she wanted to be with and wanted to be with her! And Timmy… she had seen him naked. And there was this totally amazing link between the three of them waiting to be explored. But now the pain was back.
“I always knew you were a slut… I just didn’t know how big a loser you were!” said Trixie. “A dumb slut!”
“Shut up.” Veronica said without emphasis.
“Face it Ronnie, everyone is going to know what you are. I mean, you want to fuck that psycho baby sitter? That’s priceless. And that buck-toothed beaver kid, too? What a joke you are.”
“No one has to know, Trixie. And don’t call me Ronnie.”
“Everyone’s going to know! We’ll sell DVD’s and call it ‘Ronnie Starr’s Ménage à Turner’. I love it, no one will ever take you seriously again.”
“Leave me alone Trixie. At least… they… I… love,” she sobbed.
Laughing, “Love? You?? Love you!?? You think someone loves you? No one even likes you. Maybe they’ll fuck you, though I can’t image why they would even want to do that.”
“Even your own father would rather fuck me than you.”
“That beaver face boy you wanted… Jimmy?” purred the Trixie voice in her head.
“You know his name” Veronica replied through clenched teeth.
“Whatever… you know your new girlfriend wants to fuck him. The poor boy, surrounded by horny psychos.”
Ignoring the taunts, Veronica asked, “Which one should we wear, Trixie?”
“Oh, the lavender nightie! It’s your daddy’s favorite.”
“Hurry up, let’s not keep your daddy waiting.”
“Wait Trixie, wait… I don’t… I don’t want to…”
“Now Ronnie, you know what I want…
“I hate you!”
"Ronnie, Ronnie, Ronnie… are you trying to make me angry?” Veronica gasped as the pain in her head flared. “It’s just the two of us,” the Trixie voice in her head reminded her. “There is only the two of us, forever! If you are a real good girl maybe I’ll let you fuck Timmy Turner… when I’m done with him…after your dad, I mean.
“Mr. Starr? Hi, it’s me, Trixie. Can I come in.?”