Timmy & Vicky Go To The Mountains... Sorta

Epilogue, Anyone?:

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Bent over as she was, Little Susie was in no position to notice the soot stains on Vicky’s leather gloves. She wouldn’t have understood them anyway. Back at the house, Vicky had examined the State papers one last time before burning them in the fireplace. They had served their purpose, but she still was reluctant to lose them. Mrs. Turner’s half printed sloppy signature, signed with different pens so Timmy wouldn't realize they were all done at Vicky’s kitchen table a day ago. She was especially proud of Mr. Turners childish scrawl done in No.2 pencil (of course!). They were her best work.

She wished she could have shown them to the Turner’s. But that was impossible for many reasons. Not the least that they had been denied bail after the anonymous tip had exposed the drugs and child pornography to the police. The letter from their son about selling him to child sex traffickers was icing on the cake!

Of course, Vicky didn’t know about the Fairies. That could have caused everything to come tumbling down. But fortunately, even Timmy didn’t fully remember his hastily made wish.

“I WISH you two would go on a long vacation and forget about me.”

They did… and they had. Totally.

Vicky hoisted the buckets and the hand pump. One was filled with very hot water, the other ice cold. She remembered to bring the jar of anal lube and whistling an off-key tune, headed to the barn again. Oh, she was going to have such fun tonight! She had been getting bored the last week or so. Even the endless sex was starting to wear a little thin. Time to take things to the next level.

In a few days she’d have to go back into town, the anonymous package with the home dentistry kit was due. A little work and no one would ever recognize her little sister as the missing Timmy Turner. She’d be careful, those buck teeth were so good when it came to chomping down on her puss. Just a little cosmetic trim was called for.

Then they could go anywhere. And she had plans for her “little sister.” But first, the buckets…

After tonight she was sure her little sister would never disobey her again. She hurried. She didn’t want the hot water to cool… or the cold water to freeze.

Little Susie didn’t recognize the tune Vicky was whistling. It was ‘Dance Little Sister’.