Even with a towel wrapped around her, everything felt cold and wet. Everything…. except for her crotch, which was surprisingly warm. How had she not realized that she had to go? Was it the water everywhere? Was it her fantasy? Was it being in diapers the past few days? Whatever the reason was, it was disconcerting in the extreme.
Megan never much liked public showers, but on this occasion she had no choice. Just to be on the safe side, she walked to the last shower stall on the end. Just as she was about to turn on the water, she heard footsteps behind her…
“Hey,” a voice called.
“Sorry, this one’s in use,” Megan replied.
“I said I’m talking to you!” the voice snapped. Megan felt a hand fall upon her shoulder and she was whirled around. She soon found herself staring into the angry, hateful eyes of Deanna Vasco. Behind her stood her sister, Lena.
The Vasco clan was generally regarded as being a bunch of troublemakers. Megan remembered seeing Deanna’s name on the detention list all throughout middle school. In high school, a few rumors circulated. Some were true, others were probably gross distortions of fact. They said she beat up boys. They said she was on heroin. They said a lot, and Megan never really bothered to care if it was true or not. Talk was cheap.
More than two years later, Megan now found herself cornered by this reputed sociopath. As her mind scrambled for a how or a why, Deanna filled in all the blanks.
“I saw what you did,” she said in a low growl.
“Huh?”
“Huh,” Lena echoed. She was two years younger and of the same pedigree. Carrie had named her as one of the few constants in Saturday detention.