Locker talk

"Have you heard anything from Becky?" Danny asked. There were sharp lines set into his usually jovial face.

"Nothing," Luke said.

"Me neither. I'm worried Luke."

"We don't know that what you found in the park has anything to do with the portal."

"It came from the stump. The colors matched too. You saw the sample I brought back."

The sample was a tiny vial of glowing purple slime that now sat next to the book in Luke's lockbox. He and Danny had gathered it in the park on Sunday evening.

"We never saw anything stay behind," Luke said. He didn't want this to be true.

"WE weren't paying close enough attention Luke. We were doing everything we could do get those things to stop..." Danny trailed off.

"Maybe its just residue from those things," Luke offered.

"Even so, it reached the path. We never saw it go that far. It was plenty busy with us."

"Fine," Luke said miserably. "You're probably right, I just don't want you to be."

Danny nodded. Same here buddy, he thought.

Luke glanced down the hallway and almost dropped his jaw through the floor. Danny followed his gaze and his eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets.

Sauntering down the hallway was a painfully gorgeous blonde girl in skintight black nylon top with a neckline that plummeted to reveal full, creamy cleavage. The girl's considerable breasts bounced with each seductive step.

The blonde goddess perkily swept by the two boys, winking at Luke before moving on down the hall. The boys followed her bubbly, full ass as it gyrated into the distance.

Then the sickening recognition hit them like a baseball bat swing to the gut. It was Becky.