![]() Megan had always had a bizarre interest in childlike things. She opened it up, and grabbed the bag within, pulling carefully, she produced her prize, a large bag of dispozable diapers. She unzipped it slowley, her hands shaking now, not due to fright now, just mere anticipation. Still breathing hard she now cradled her backpack, which contained the reason she was so distressed. She leaned back against the front door, now her shield against the outside and slid down it, her butt hit the ground with a thud. The privacy of her own walls was so inviting, so relieving. Now no one could see her, no one could find her. Wheeze…“I made…it……I made it!” And made it she had! Safe within her own home. But, she found the key and made it inside… SLAM! Fumbling with her keys, she dropped them on the cement of her front step twice, she could barely hold still. She opened the door grapped her backpack and trotted to the door. The heighborhood was empty, no one was looking. “Its allright, no ones gonna know.” Her car came slowely to a stop, she checked all mirrors. She had to coach herself, talking to herself outloud. It was water under the bridge, whats done is done. Her mind raced at a hundred miles an hour, pondering why, how, and would she get a way with it. ![]() Her heart pounded within her chest like hammer on a fence post. ![]()
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