It was night time. Tommy's hair was messed up as the station wagon rolled to a stop in front of Brett's childhood home.

They were both still in their prom clothes.

That was fucking epic, Tommy gasped.

Fucking Tanya Rees can make out like a fucking fire-breathing dragon, bro!

Ha ha! You stud, Brett mocked.

Wow, just fucking epic, so horny!

Tommy punched the steering wheel with excitement.

What about you, buddy?

Looking pretty tight with Sherry out on the dance floor man.

Brett looked away shyly. He smiled knowingly to himself.

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah.

What do you mean? Yeah, Tommy demanded. Brett shook his head and surveyed the street before answering.

I think she might be the one Tommy? The one I ask.

Tommy was silent for a moment.

Wait, the one?

The one, as in wife, the one? Brett just smiled. A look at the one. in As Tommy was about to say something else, their intimate prom conquest conversation was suddenly interrupted.

Both boys were startled as a loud, shrill, terrified scream ripped through the still of the night.

Brett instantly turned his head towards his house.

He saw a light go on in his parents bedroom upstairs.

As Tommy started to ask what was going on, another scream, louder than the first, assaulted

their ears.

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