Thread: MurderMe.com (AndNich123 and boyo)

There was so much that Molly could hear from her house. Just up the hill, at the end of the end of the street she lived on lay railroad tracks. At various times, she could hear the trains roaring by, blowing their whistles. Behind her house just up a smaller hill was a lodge. Every now and then she could the music blasting from whatever party they were having. She lived within walking distance to a movie theater, and certain movies played so loud she could almost hear the noise from certain events happening. For Molly it was all background noise though. Admittedly so, she thought it was rather interesting to be able to hear certain movies taking place from her front yard. She wondered if was that loud when she was inside. The lodge behind her house also brought another sound from time to time. Motorcycles. She would hear them at all hours of the day and night. It never bothered her. She didnt want to report them for making too much noise. That would be petty, and it would be the same thing as someone reporting her because the engine on her car was too loud. No. Molly wasnt that sort. She actually grew to love the sound in fact. It happened after she became enthralled with a television show about motorcycles. She became hooked on it and rather quickly. So the sounds of the bikes became soothing to her. It was that same sound that she would hear more of on the weekends. Not too far from her house was a stretch of road that seemed to be notoriously known to everyone in the town, except the police of course, for racing. Rumor had it that bikes and cars along with beautiful, half dressed women would line the sides of the street while the brave ones took to the fastest mile in the county. Every time she heard the roar of the bikes on the weekend she couldnt help but wonder if they were alright and who won? She could have gotten into her car and gone to see. Nothing was stopping her. Nothing, that is, but herself. They say were our own worst enemies, and in Mollys case, it was true. She was happy person, but she had this preconception of where she belonged in life and society. At a street race, dressed like those women, was not the place. In the diner, wearing an apron, with her hair in ponytail? Just right. Every day it was the same thing there, but she loved the routine. Certain customers would come in, and they were like family to Molly. A little conversation and goofing off with her co-workers, and some good food when she had a break all made for the good days. Of course there were those days when a customer she knew was notorious for causing trouble would walk through the door ringing the tiny metal bell that hung above it. The collective groan from the waitresses as they stood all hoping this person wouldnt pick their section to sit in. Some people come into place already with such an attitude they cant be pleased. Perhaps some people are just miserable. Molly always thought it was funny. As they would leave, she would smile and think, I just got paid to put up with you. It was the only way to really look at it things. Part of her philosophy in life was, If I dont laugh, Ill cry. So Molly laughed when things were tough and people had been difficult. It was her way. It hadnt been a day like that when she got home and checked her website. She raised her eyebrows and laughed. This guy wants to have sex as payment. Please. Not even if your dick was the size of Ron Jeremys. Itd have to be for me to even let you near me. Disgusting. She clicked through the file of pictures he had sent her. Each one was more disturbing. Finally she sent him a message. You need to get that checked out. It looks gross. Send. This guy wanted to film her going down on his girlfriend. What? This MurderMe.com. Not see what sex act you can do. Idiots. She typed her reply. Go push your girls pussy someplace else. This isnt the place for it, and if youve got to find somebody to satisfy her for you, then youre not doing your job. Send. Molly was frustrated. Most people were taking the site as a joke. She shook her head and went to bed to the sound of the bikes racing in the distance. The next morning, she was up before the sun. She had the early morning breakfast shift. Such a terrible way to start the day after closing the night before. Molly took her normal shower and had her normal breakfast of a strawberry pop tart before heading out the front door. With her diet soda in the cup holder, and the pop tart still hanging from her mouth, she started for work. As entered, the other waitress who was already there snickered at her. What? She grabbed a napkin and came over to her wiping her lip. You had strawberry on you again. Molly laughed and told her she was going to wash her face before starting her shift. She watched her head over to the table with the guy as she disappeared in the bathroom. It was brightly lit, making everything look pasty under the glow of the dull mirror. She had just wet a paper towel and squeezed the water out when her phone buzzed. Pulling it from her purse she opened it to read the latest message. Her eyes scanned over it several times before she replied Indeed. Molly paused, not really sure what else to say. This was the first person who seemed to be genuinely interested. When you look long into an abyss, the abyss look into you. Friedrich Nietzsche. Are you ready to be seen? She closed her phone and shoved it into her pocket. Rushing from the bathroom, she bumped into the waitress before heading past her to get her apron. Im sorry, she apologized. Its alright. Here. You can take this to that odd duck over there. He ordered a sandwich for breakfast. A sandwich. Molly smiled as her friend reached for the plate. She handed it to her along with the ticket. Turkey on Rye of all things, she mused. Mollys face froze as she looked over at the table. Its him. Oh my gosh he really came here and ordered it. Him, but he doesnt like he has that kind of money. No way. She swallowed hard and took a deep breath before heading over to him. Here you go Sir. One turkey on rye. Did she get your drink order? Do you need anything else? Just let me know. My name is.Molly. Ill be taking care of you now.