Ronnie tells them the truth, and the plan unfolds...

Chaz and the others listened, and five very sinister lightbulbs went off in their minds at once. It was Dale, the oldest of them at 20, that spoke up. "Shit. That's easy as Hell! You say she gets drunk every night?"

Ronnie thought about it. "Yeah, I guess so. Since she found out last month that her husband was sleeping with Rachel Porter she's hit it pretty hard. She stops off at Ole Man Porter's every night for a drink, but she really is there to make sure Rachel hasn't got her husband in the back room."

"Shit." Chaz said. "He's been fuckin' my sister since then." Dale smiled. The others hadn't fully grasped the dark thoughts they were all having, so he, being the Elder, voiced it for them.

"So we slip her a roofie and go to town on her tonight." He said, and spat. The other teens were stunned at how casually he said it. Dale was her next door neighbor. He knew that Billy-Steve liked to put to her early in the morning. If she thought she was drunk enough, she wouldn't suspect a thing had happened.

"Wait, I don't think..." Ronnie said, suddenly seeing his moment of glory slip away.

"Shut up, Ronnie. You found it first, so you get first dibs. Deal?" Dale said. The others nodded in agreement. Ronnie looked from side to side, and could tell that this would definitely be his only chance to fit in with the others. He nodded, and grinned. Chaz punched him the arm, and patted his wide, pimpled back.

"Alright, here is what we are gonna do..." Dale said, a smirk on his face.

.................................

Candice Peechwood awoke to the hammering in her head that felt like three trains all tied in a knot that wanted OUT. Worse, the phone was ringing. She slid her hand over, and automatically answered "Mr. Carlson's office how can I help you today?" in a slurry, groggy voice.

"Um, Uh, this IS Mr Carlson's office. We need you to come in for a bit. Mr. Carlson is having an emergency meeting with them..um...sponge peop...representatives; yeah the sponge representatives! and needs you to come in."

Candy panicked. She was not even hung over, she was still a little drunk! "Oh! Uhm, I can't! I mean I have to go do some church stuff!" "Ohfuckohfuckohfuck!" she thought, already sliding out of bed and pulling on a fresh top and jacket since she knew what was coming.

"I don't think he'll like that answer."

"Okay, I'll be there. What time is the meeting?"

"Uh, hold on...1 PM." Candy's mind relaxed. That was still two hours away.

"Oh! That won't be a problem. I'll be there ready to go!" she said, said goodbye, and dashed off to the bathroom. An hour later, Billy-Steve rolled over. His ludicrously tanned body a mixture of hard-earned muscle from manual labor jobs, horrible tattoos, and deposits of fat from drinking nearly a case of beer every day. He mumbled, and lit a cigarette.

Candice stormed out of the bathroom, her hair in a ponytail, putting eye drops in and smelling like she had dropped the perfume bottle on herself. "Gotta go in for a bit, Steve. If I don't see you have a good day at work!" she said, grabbing her purse and storming out the door.

He stumbled into the kitchen and watched her drive off. "Fuck." he said to himself, realizing she wouldn't be cooking. Just then the phone rang. He wobbled over to it, rubbing his head. He grabbed it, heading to the bathroom. "Yeah." he said, pulling out his cock. "Steve, I saw your wife just drive off, and I'm home alone..." He started to piss, and didn't hear it hit the water. He looked down to see he was filling up a condom he didn't take off in his drunken stumblings after fucking the very same White Castle waitress that was now on the phone with him. He chuckled as he watched the rubber stretch.

"Yeah. I'll be over there in a minute. Be nice to fuck on a bed again." He grinned, and carefully pinched it off his prick, dumped it, and finished pissing. He slid a cut off sleeved T shirt on, his boots, and grabbed a box of condoms from the bedroom.

"That's our cue. Chaz, you go to Ronnie's house, call up Candy's work and tell her you saw him head over to Ole' Man Porter's just as she left. Rachel took her Grandpa fishing, so they'll both be gone when she gets back. Ronnie, you, well; you are too fat to do anything useful, so just make sure no one sees me sneak in. I'll put the pills in the hooch and that'll be that." Dale said, and amazingly, it all worked.

........................

"What!" Candice screamed into the cellphone, nearly to the office. She called, got the recorder, and said she had a family emergency, and took off back to the park.
When she got to the Porter place, Chaz was waiting on her.

"Sorry Candy, they left about five minutes ago. They was all over each other. What a jerk." he said, shaking his head. Candy bit her tongue, but a tear fell from her eye. She jumped back into the car and drove home.

Candy slammed the door behind her, tossed her purse and jacket off, and ripped the Tequila off the floor. She took a long, long gulp, and cried. The thoughts that raced through her mind were tearing her up. She drank again and wiped her lips with her hand, and cried some more. She sat down on the couch, the booze hitting her fast and hard.

"Damn, this stuff doesn't play around..." she thought as her eyelids drooped. Candy took one more long gulp, emptying the bottle and letting it slip from her hand as she lay back, her mind swimming in booze. "Damn, I'm so tired of this shit! I'm so..tired..of......"

And Candice Beechwood was out.

Dale opened the closet door and stepped out. He rapidly opened the door and let the others in. The five of them stood silently, fearing that their breathing would wake her. Dale said, in normal conversational tone. "Bitch can't hear a thing. My old man died from this shit. Hopefully this will be a "wake-up" call" he said with a snicker; and walked over to her...