Two Chickens

He was going to do it. He had to. Every fiber of his body screamed for him to stop, for him to stop, turn around and run. Run fast. Run far away and kick his heels in the dirt, cuss himself and his horny partner out and smoke a joint of that illicit substance together. He chose to close his ears to this demand. He had to do it.
On the other hand….
Grace had done this before. This was going to be her second attempt at it. She remembered from the first attempt how the other guy was clumsy. He had lacked the confidence of a juvenile. The only window in that cheap hotel room had been welded shut and the cracked glass painted-a poor hand paint job! The dilapidated fan in one of the sequestrated corners of the scantily furnished room wheezed and cranked blowing jets of hot air. This heightened her discomfort. Sweat beads rolled down her face and her breath was arduous. She shut her eyes and rubbed her eyebrows to put down the lid on that memory. Today was a different day and she was resolute on doing it. Too much was at stake today. This had to be done.

They all sat face-to face, two guys and a single girl in a closed single room. Panic had stricken. The sleazy little deed had gone bad. Very bad. She just sat there with Fire in her eyes, Anarchy wafting in her heart and Her mind smoldering in turmoil! A dull cracking sound was heard. Fear had taken over and it was contagious. The other guy crawled back under the bed where he had waited before until Brenda’s clothes had started falling on the floor next to the bed. He crawled right back under the bed taking her flimsy pair of silk knickers with him. They smelled of sex, pussy and pubic. The other guy opened and closed his mouth a couple of times in attempt to say something but each time, no word was uttered. The thud on the other side grew louder. The chicken-guy seated at the edge of the bed was now hyperventilating. She hated herself; she hated each of these two cowards-these two sleazy, no brain, spineless chickens. With a single massive vibration and a loud cracking sound, the door came down and Brenda stood face to face with her Nemesis. Her Father flanked by her mother and a police officer with a pair of hand cuffs on his left hip and a light fire arm in his right hip. “This is it”, she thought….. The two chickens in the room would be incarcerated and their rich parents would pay the ransom to guarantee their release and the relinquishment of the charges against them. Her father said she was 16 but she knew she had made 20 today. Today was her birthday and her statement at the precinct read she was 16 and was defiled by two chickens!