Two cheerleaders knocking on my door to offer themselves to me, Jessica thought, shaking her head. What a world.“And who is this you brought with yo...?” Jessica asked Kelly Ann.Kelly was so nervous she could barely speak. “This is, is, um, Olivia,” she stuttered.“I’m delighted to meet you, Olivia. You girls have a seat and I’ll bring you something to drink. Lemonade? Iced tea? Arnold Palmers, maybe.”“That sounds great,” said Olivia, and Kelly nodded her assent.A minute later Jessica returned. He hadnt thought that was even possible. He spent the next hour or so peeling the skin from her back, ass, and legs, gently laying that skin next to the other on the floor when it finally detached from her body. Amazingly enough, although the screams had stopped quite a while ago, the bitch was still alive. Unconscious, but alive. He again watched her muscles move as she breathed, utterly captivated by the motion of the red, bleeding tissue. He giggled deliriously when he looked at her hands. She opened her bathroom door taking her right into her own room. It was then, when she heard another sound coming from her window similar to the first one. She opened her window to find Dylan standing and waiting for her. He wore his hair long even though Zoey always told him to cut it. It was already past his shoulders.“Hey!” Zoey said under her breath so her parents wouldn’t hear.“Hey to you too.” Dylan shouted up to Zoey.“Shut up! My dad will hear you!” Zoey said under her breath once. He wiped everything down and strapped the Fitbit Flex around his wrist. Hethen went and grabbed the bra and panties out of the bathroom trash andtossed them in the washing machine before heading out to the mailbox.When he stepped outside the door he saw the package sitting there. Hedidn't remember ordering anything else so he wondered what it couldpossibly be. He left it there as he walked to the sidewalk and lookedinside the mailbox. There was nothing there, so he headed back to thehouse still.