NIGHT OF THE FULL MOON
There must be a full moon tonight, Joe thought. He looked skyward for confirmation, but thick, gray clouds had rolled in, so he couldn’t be sure either way.
“Hey Joe,” a voice rang out.
Joe turned and waved, as his friend Dan Harmony approached.
“Hey Dan,” Joe said.
Despite the exchange, their meeting was anything but friendly. Dan had called him about half an hour ago, and asked to meet in the small forest grove where some of the kids like to go party.
Dan hadn’t really given him any sort of specifics, so Joe had no idea what to expect. He only knew his friend sounded both embarrassed and a little afraid over the phone.
“Looks like rain,” Dan said, and ever the boy scout he had put on a poncho over his State Trooper uniform in preparation for the oncoming storm.
“Yep,” Joe said, playing along. He could tell that his friend was stalling, as the young trooper kept looking at his feet.
Joe decided to put his friend out of his misery.
“So what’s going on Dan?” Joe asked.
“I don’t think you’re going to believe me,” Dan answered.
“Try me,” Joe said. “It’s been a crazy night.”
And that part was true.
Not more than an hour ago, he had been called to the high school. The school janitor reported that he seen a naked girl in one of the classrooms, just sitting on a desk.
He’d gotten an almost endless ribbing from Cheryl, the dispatcher, about the call, but went to check it out anyway.
As Joe pulled up to the high school, he could tell almost immediately that something wasn’t right.
There was a car, a rather expensive car by the look of it, wrapped around a tree out front.
Joe feared for the worst, and told Cheryl to stop joking around and get an ambulance out to the high school right away.
The janitor meet him at the door. And, the janitor then led him to the classroom with the girl.
The janitor had been right, the girl was just sitting on a desk and she was completely naked. What the janitor hadn’t told him, though, was that the girl had this weird, dreamy look on her face.
Joe told the janitor to go wait for the ambulance, and entered the classroom.
“Hey,” Joe called out to the girl. “Name’s Joe. I’m the sheriff. You have a name?”
The girl didn’t answer.
“That your car out front?” Joe asked now.
The girl still did not answer.
Joe unzipped his jacket
“It’s kind of cold in here,” Joe said. “Maybe you’d like to wear my jacket…”
His eyes drew to the corner of the room.
“Cheryl,” Joe said into his radio. “You’d better send the medical examiner too.”
Joe went to the girl, and threw his jacket around her.
He led her out.
She didn’t even try to fight him, and walked out like a zombie.
Naked high school girl out of her mind, and a middle aged high school teacher dead on the floor. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what happened, or at least what he believed happened.
Guy must have drugged her, but OD on his own supply, Joe thought, and shook his head. It could have just as easily been Emily.
“Mr. Frank,” he said under his breath. His daughter had mentioned him in the meeting with principal. The paper airplanes scattered across the floor, confirmed the man’s identity.
Sick bastard, Joe thought, as he shut the door behind him.
Back in the present, Dan stared at him.
“Sorry,” Joe said. “Thinking about something else. So what’s going on?”
“Might be better, just to show you,” Dan answered, quietly.
Dan signaled for Joe to follow.
“You know Dan, you’re kind of creeping me out here,” Joe said, as they walked. “Can’t you at least give me a hint about what’s going the on?”
“Found one of your missing boys,” the younger man said.
Please let it be Billy, Joe silently prayed.
Billy’s mom had been calling the station, almost nonstop, since her son had disappeared.
Joe figured both Billy and Trunk had just taken off for greener pastures, and would probably come back as soon as they had ran out of money. And good riddance, as far as Joe was concerned. Those two were nothing but trouble. Well to be fair, Trunk was relatively harmless without Billy to goad him on. But, the Zeppo woman wouldn’t hear it. To her, her Billy was an angel who could do no wrong.
“Still alive I hope,” Joe said.
“Oh yeah,” Dan said, nodding slowly.
The two men entered the grove, and then stopped.
“Huh?” Joe said in disbelief.
Dan had found Trunk all right, and he wasn’t alone. A girl—Joe had never seen before— was with him. And now, both boy and girl were engaged in a very intimate situation.
“Huh,” Joe said, again in disbelief.
“I ordered them to stop,” Dan confessed. “Several times, but they just ignored me. I even thought about firing my gun into the air, just to get their attention, you know.”
Joe nodded slowly.
“But, then I realized I’d have to fill a report as to why I had discharged my weapon,” Dan continued. “And I’d be a complete laughing stock if it came out. So I called you.”
Joe tapped the younger man on the shoulder.
“You did the right thing,” Joe said, reassuring his friend. “How long have they been going at it?”
“Uh, well,” the younger officer began, talking to his feet again. “I found them about an hour ago…”
“Drugs, you think?” Joe offered.
“Yeah,” Dan answered. “I imagine so.”
“Right,” Joe said now. “Guess we’d better pull them off each then.”
“Want to flip a coin,” Dan suggested.
Fortunately, the girl was on top, because the prospect of having to move a three hundred pound boy really didn’t appeal to either of them.
Fortunate too, Dan lost the coin toss.
Joe watched (with admittedly, some amusement) as the younger man grabbed the girl around the belly, pulled her back, and then down to the ground.
“NOOO!” The girl howled, and almost immediately began kicking and clawing at Dan.
Joe rushed to his friend’s side, but it still took both men to hold the girl down, so Dan could finally get the cuffs on her.
She fought them every step of the way, with a strength that belied her delicate frame.
“LET ME GO! LET ME GO!” the girl screamed, and began kicking at them again.
Dan had had enough, and whipped out his teaser.
The jolt left the girl twitching.
Now that the fight had been taken out of her, Joe could finally get a good look at the girl. She was a skinny girl, but had some pretty impressive assets. All of which were topped off by straight black hair that reached down to her shoulders. She looked familiar, but Joe couldn’t quite place her. A prostitute maybe?
Dan roughly pulled the girl to her feet.
Joe emptied out his pockets, and then threw his coat over the girl.
“Why don’t you put her in my car,” Joe said. “She’s probably local.”
“Oh, thank god,” Dan cried.
Joe handed over the keys to his car, and now turned to the boy.
Trunk was a big kid, but not as dumb as people thought...
When Trunk and Billy had assaulted Martin, Joe had brought the two boys in for questioning.
Joe separated the boys, and questioned Billy first.
Billy just laughed, and then said, “Good, I hope the fucker is dead.”
Trunk, on the other hand, had turned out to something of a gentle giant. He almost immediately apologized. And his concern for Martin’s well-being, sounded sincere and genuine.
“I didn’t meant to hurt him,” Trunk said. The boy had a noticeable lisp.
“Leah, she’s the one who started it.” Trunk confessed. “She got all offended at the beginning of the school year, and asked me to deal with Martin. He probably called her a bitch or something, and she can be a bitch sometimes…”
Joe offered the boy a soda, which Trunk eagerly took, and gulped down.
“I thought we were just going to scare him a little,” Trunk continued. “Leah seemed happy with that. But Billy kept wanting to do it, kept wanting to hurt Martin. I didn’t want to, but he’s my only friend.”
Trunk sobbed a little, and Joe felt sorry for the boy.
“Everybody thinks I’m stupid,” Trunk cried. “The only reason I bombed my football tryouts was because I didn’t want to be on the team. My dad made me try out, but all those guys on the team just made fun of me.”
“Sometimes, I just want to get into my car, and drive. Drive, until I find a place where no one knows me.”
“We all feel like that sometimes,” Joe said. “I know I did when I was your age.”
Trunk slowly nodded.
“Am I going to jail?” Trunk asked.
“No,” Joe said. “Martin’s not pressing charges.”
Trunk lowered his head in shame.
“Hey,” Joe said. “Do me a favor, don’t pick on Martin any more. He’s been through a lot, you know. I’m sure you can understand that right?”
“Great,” Joe said. “Well you and Billy are free to go.”
Trunk stood up. But, he continued to stare down at the floor, even as Joe opened the door for him.
Trunk made it a third of the way down the hall, before Joe caught up to him.
“Wait up a minute,” Joe said. He’d almost called him Trunk, but caught himself. Clarence Williams III, Joe reminded himself, that was Trunk’s real name. “Clarence, let me give you my card.”
Trunk took it, and looked up at Joe confused.
“I you ever need someone to talk to,” Joe offered. “Just give me a call, and I promise I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.”
Trunk brightened a little.
Joe patted him on the back, and led him out of the station.
Outside, Billy waited for them. Trunk quickly pocketed the card.
“Take care now,” Joe said. “Stay out of trouble.”
As soon as Joe turned his back, he heard Billy say, “What? Are you and the Sheriff gay for each other?”
Then Billy laughed, his shrill, high pitched laugh.
Back in the present, Joe looked down at Trunk.
Trunk, in turn, looked down in shame.
The boy’s face beamed red, and now Joe could see why.
Trunk had an enormous erection, which he had tried to hide with his shirt.
Dan came back, and Joe quickly took the State Trooper aside.
“Let me talk to him, Joe said. “The kid knows me, but could you get a blanket for him.
Dan nodded, and headed over to his patrol car, stopping only to give Joe back his keys.
“It’s going to be okay,” Joe said.
Dan returned with the blanket, and Joe wrapped it around the boy.
Joe stepped back, so that he was again facing Trunk.
“Clarence,” Joe began.
The boy looked up, some of the red had drained away from his face. But, like the girl, there were dark circles under his eyes.
“This is my friend Dan Harmony,” Joe said. “From the State Trooper’s office.”
“You’re not in trouble,” Dan added. “We just need to ask you a few questions.”
Trunk slowly nodded.
“Clarence,” Joe began, “can you tell me who the girl is?”
“Billy,” Trunk answered. His voice dry and raspy.
“Billy?” Joe asked. “Billy who?”
“Billy,” Trunk repeatedly.
“Billy Zeppo?” Dan asked.
Joe shook his head.
“Clarence, that’s not Billy,” Joe said. Although, when Joe thought about it, the girl did look an awful lot like the missing boy. Skinny, same facial features, same high shrill voice. Could that girl be his long lost sister? A cousin, maybe?
“Can you tell me what happened to your friend Billy?” Joe asked, making sure to emphasis the “your friend” part.
Trunk suddenly winced .
“It hurts,” Trunk cried. “It hurts so much.”
Now, it was Dan’s turn to take Joe aside.
“Let me take him to County General,” Dan said. “They’re both high on something. We’re not going to get anything out of them, right now.”
Reluctantly, Joe agreed.
Joe turned back to Trunk.
“Clarence,” Joe said now. “Dan is going to take you to the hospital, and get you some help, okay?”
Joe helped Trunk to his feet, and then gave the boy a shoulder to lean on, as they walked over to Dan’s car.
Joe again felt sorry for Trunk. Based on the boy’s expression alone, every step looked painful for him.
Joe helped Trunk into the back seat of Dan’s patrol car, but held the door open for a moment.
“Clarence,” Joe said. “When you’re feeling better give me a call. I want you to help you if I can. Do you still have my card?”
Trunk nodded, and then winced in pain again.
Joe couldn’t stand to see the boy suffering any more, and shut the car door.
“Take care of him, Dan,” Joe said, and then sighed. “I think I’m the only one looking after him.”
“You’re in the wrong business, Noughton,” Dan said. “Your heart’s too big. Someday it’s going to break.”
Joe flashed the trooper a sad smile, and then waved as he walked back to his car.
Joe climbed into his car, and sighed again.
“Sheriff,” a soft feminine voice said behind him.
Joe nearly jumped.
He’d forgotten all about the girl in the back seat.
The girl curled her full lips into a suggestive smile.
“No one ever told me it would be like this,” the girl sighed. “So many emotions all at once. It’s exhilarating.”
In the rear view mirror, Joe watched as the girl licked her lips.
“I’m so horny,” the girl cried. Her voice low and sultry.
She leaned back.
The jacket lay open, and Joe could see the curve of the girl’s breasts.
“It’s different for a girl, you know,” the girl said now. “It’s like a million fireworks going off inside of you all at once.”
Joe started the car, and the engine roared into life.
He had to back up, but that would mean having to look back at the girl. Instead, Joe did his best to use the driver’s side mirror to guide him out of the grove.
“For a boy,” the girl continued, “it’s all about the mechanics. Putting you dick in some tight little hole, thrusting until you get your rocks off.”
Joe made it out of the forest, and now pulled into traffic. Admittedly, he was probably going a little faster than he should be.
“But for a girl it’s like this intense need to be close to someone,” she said. “And when the boy puts his thing inside of you…”
She sighed heavily.
“It hurts, at first, like this pressure building up inside of you” the girl continued. “And it continues to hurt, as he thrusts inside of you over and over again. It’s a little like dying, really, but your body laps it up—especially if he’s rough. You cry out for the boy to hurt you more, and moan at him to make it end.”
The girl sighed again. Her breath making her breasts rise and fall.
“Then it ends. It always ends too soon. But the relief you feel, it’s like a dam bursting inside of you.”
Joe ran a red light, and showed no signs of slowing down, even as he pulled into town.
“But that’s not even the best part,” the girl said now. Her voice shaky. “The best part is when the boy lets go, shooting his lust inside of you. It always catches you off guard, and your body jumps a little, as you feel his sin full you up. It triggers something primal inside of you, and you’re pussy takes over. First it gets tight around his cock. And then, the muscles inside your body work the shaft, milking it to make sure you get every last drop. After that, you’ll do anything for him, because he’s made you his bitch.”
The station was just ahead.
The girl sank down, and spread opened her legs. Her slit look very tight and even more inviting.
Joe did his best to keep his eyes focused on the road.
“I love being a girl,” she said, suggestively licking her lips, again.
“But, I know what men like,” she moaned softly. “And I can’t get enough.”
The car came to an abrupt stop in front of the station.
“Why don’t you come back here, Sheriff,” the girl offered. “I’ll do anything you want. You want me to suck your dick? You want to shove it up my ass? Do it! Make me scream!”
Joe sighed, then got out of the car.
He went around to the back, and pulled the girl out.
She started to laugh: a high, shrill laugh that sounded all too familiar.
The rest of it was a blur. He vaguely remembered taking the girl into the station, and locking her in one of the holding cells. Did he tell dispatch to place a call to Social Services? He hoped so.
What he does remember is going outside again, and that the cool night air felt so good against his burning face.
Joe soon hopped into his patrol car again, and then drove, not sure where he was going.
The experience left him badly rattled.
He couldn’t stop thinking about the girl
He knew it was wrong. The girl was his daughter’s age, for Christsakes.
Even though, he knew—or at least suspected—that the girl was completely off her nut. And, she was more likely to bite his dick off than suck it.
Still… still… he had been sorely tempted.
Now more than ever he wished that he and Rosie were still together. But, Rosie had told him that she needed a break. He wasn’t really surprised, as Rosie had been acting really weird lately. Always busy, never had any time for him. Joe wondered if it was because he’d asked for help with Emily.
Joe thought of Rosie now. Thought of her body, with her big full breasts. And knew if she were here now, he’d ravage her. He would fuck her so hard that she would scream herself raw.
He couldn’t take it anymore, and pulled over to the side of the road.
He breathed hard, so hard that he couldn’t catch his breathe.
Joe did something now that he hadn’t done since he was sixteen years old.
But, it was like picking up a bad habit. And, the same shame and excitement came flooding back, as he pulled his cock out of his pants, and began to stroke.
Joe imagine himself with that strange, crazy girl. She sat naked before him, and her full lips were wrapped around his hard cock, sucking him off.
At the same time, he had buried his face in-between Rosie’s wonderful tits. His tongue licking her breasts, as he slowly made her way to her hard, sharp nipples.
His paced quicken, as the scene in his mind changed.
The girl had straddled him, his hard cock buried deep into her tiny slit, squeezing him tight. She rode him, crying out, not able to get enough.
Rosie, meanwhile, sat on his face, her sweet juices pouring into his mouth, even as his tongue probed the most intimate part of her body.
The sounds of their pleasure echoing against the wall, to the point that it sounded deafening.
He was going to cum, and inside his mind he imagined the girl, jumping a little as his cum poured into her, making her his bitch.
But, at the last minute, his mind played a nasty trick on him, as an image of his daughter flashed before him. A memory of her in a thin T-shirt. A T-shirt so thin that he had clear view of the breasts underneath the fabric.
Then he came.
The load splashing all over the bottom of his shirt, and dripping down onto his pants.
“She looks just like her mother, doesn’t she,” a voice at the back of his mind taunted him.
Joe shook these thoughts away, and then reached into the glove box. He pulled out a package of sanitation wipes, and cleaned himself up as best he could.
Joe suddenly caught his reflection in the rear view mirror. His face was beat red—making him look guilty as sin.
“Sheriff,” the radio buzzed.
He jumped at the sound.
“Sheriff, the radio buzzed again.
Joe quickly zipped up his pants, and then picked up the mic.
“Go ahead,” he said, but his voice sounded raspy to his own ears.
“I have your daughter here...” Cheryl began.
The line went silent for a moment.
This is all some crazy dream, Joe thought. Has to be.
“Daddy,” his daughter said over the radio.
“Emily,” he said, but his voice still sounding a little shaky.
“It’s Martin,” Emily said. “Something happen to him.”
“What did he do?” Joe asked. “Did he hurt you...”
“No,” she answered, with a slight hitch in her voice. “I think… I think he was trying to protect me.”
Joe breathed a sigh of relief. She’s safe. His daughter is safe.
“Martin needs our help,” Emily sobbed. “He’s changed… he...”
She’s was crying so hard that she couldn’t even finish.
“How has he changed, sweetheart?” Joe asked. He was in full dad mode now. His previous sins forgotten.
“I don’t… I don’t know how to tell you,” Emily answered, sobbing hysterically.
“Just talk to me,” Joe said. “Whatever it is, I’ll believe you.”
“He’s changed,” she said, still sobbing. “Changed into a wolf!”
The mic fell out of Joe’s hand.
How many times had he seen this exact scenario play out? Too many to count. He’d been a horror buff most of his life.
He knew it by heart.
Evil comes to a small town, bringing chaos in its wake. A lonely troubled kid at the center of it all. A kid who’s been picked on all his life, and now he’s going to get even. Bizarre happenings and strange deaths follow. At first, there’s kind of a poetic justice to it all. But, the kid quickly gets in over his head. And, a lone Sheriff is the only one who can put a stop to it.
God, all the signs were there, Joe thought. How could I been so blind?
But that’s how it always is, right. The Sheriff only realizes what’s happening in the final act.
His heart raced.
Now, more than ever Joe just wanted to drive, and keep driving until he came to a place where no one knew his name. A place where he wasn’t Sheriff Joe, just Joe Schmo.
“Daddy,” Emily’s voice whined over the radio.
“Daddy,” she called out again, more desperate this time.
Joe said a silent pray.
Please God, he thought, God, or whoever you are, leave my daughter out of this.
“Daddy,” Emily called out a third time. She had started sobbing again.
Joe reached down, and picked up the mic.
“I’m here,” Joe said.
“Please daddy,” Emily cried. “Please, please don’t hurt him. I love him. Love him so much...”
“I know you do sweetheart,” Joe said. The words had a hard time getting past the lump in his throat. “I know you do.”
Be strong for her, he told himself. You’re going to need to be strong for her.
“I’m here,” Joe said, trying his best to sound calm. “I’ll take care of it, okay.”
“Okay,” Emily answered. Her voice barely above a whisper.
“I want you to stay at the station, all right,” Joe said.
He expected his daughter to protest, but she simply said, “I will.”
“I love you, Emily,” he said now.
Emily started to say something back, but all he heard was radio static.
He decided that was probably for the best.
Joe put the mic back in its cradle, and then started the car.
A few seconds later, he pulled into traffic.
Tonight, he would be his daughter’s hero.
Still, Joe couldn’t shake the feeling—that if he survived the night—come the morning he was going to break his daughter’s heart.
TO BE CONTINUED...