The Package

Topless Judy dusted the thousands of items NW had saved up from forty-seven years of being in the same house. She had removed her clothes to keep from getting dirty wearing only an apron from the waist down. The drawstrings fell down behind her back in between her cute little butt crack. NW’s desire to jump her grew tremendously underneath the monk outfit he wore. He walked into the kitchen to cook supper and stray away from temptation. Marcia was playing model of the moment with Shirl who laughed at Marcia wearing lord knows what since it was only Shirl who could see her friend Marcia. NW looked at Shirl then at Marcia knowing something had to be done. Marcia told NW that she was a curvaceous diva as he hoped the package would arrive soon.

Neurotic Writer was in the kitchen cutting up a few wieners to make Eggs & Franks when the front door bell rang. He had prayed for a miracle and now hoped it had come true as he made his way through the maze of personal belongings to the front of the house. Shirl stopped him briefly and asked if he would take her out on a hot date. NW rolled his eyes knowing full well that she was all talk and no play. Shirl talked about going to the park, sitting on a bench and making out. NW brushed her aside and told Marcia to put some clothes on.

NW walked up to the front door took the door handle and pulled at it a couple times before it finally came ajar. Immediately, hundreds of flashes from the paparazzi taking pictures went wild. NW quickly shut the door, turned back to look into the living room full of stuff and asked Judy why she was standing in front of the doorway baring her bosom. Judy smiled, pushed out her chest even more, which confused NW. Judy’s pose made him horny and angrier at the same time. NW reminded Judy she was not a hotel heiress to be exposing herself to the media, He told her to step back away from the door. NW dared not ask her to put something on he wasn’t that stupid.

Nudging a crack, NW opened the door so ever slowly and looked out onto his front porch. It was there. The package he had expected was sitting in the middle of the porch waiting for him. Now, all he had to do is wait for the paparazzi to leave or for a smaller crowd. The invisible women inside were jammed packed in his home asked NW what it was, he smiled and went back to the kitchen to finish making supper. He told them it was a surprise, a surprise like no other.

Earlier in the day, Neurotic Writer sneaked out the back door to go shopping. The neighbors observed him dressed quite differently than the monk suit he usually wore. He found a large empty refrigerator box and smiled profusely at the possibilities of his new treasure. It’s perfect, he thought as he carefully dragged it to the front porch of his home. NW was careful not attract too much attention to himself as he expeditiously maneuvered the package home.

Neurotic Writer and the three invisible women were in dining room table eating supper. NW thought it to be pretty quiet as they ate their dinner without much chatter. He deduced that Marcia had more of a slight mental problem than Judy did; even though Judy liked to walk around topless in his home. He found it hard to concentrate on eating dinner when Judy’s breasts were on his right, while Shirl and Marcia argued about having a threesome with NW on his left. It was going no where; Marcia was not going to give in having sex with a loser.

After dinner, Judy asked NW if he was ever going to bring in the special package from the front porch. NW smiled at Judy and proceeded to walk into the living room. The invisible women followed him as if they were ducklings following a duck. NW opened the front door and quickly brought the package indoors. He placed it on a spot he had cleared earlier in the day. NW stacked articles, ceramic pots, and sculptures piling them on top of other stacks. There was so much stuff in his house there was barely enough room for the invisible women. Judy asked what was inside the package. NW smiled, pulled the flap of cardboard and opened the empty box.

The three invisible women gasped as they saw the vast emptiness of the carton box. It was roomy. NW asked Marcia to step into the box. She looked at Shirl and hesitated stepping into the carton box. NW smiled and said not to worry that everything is wonderful. NW closed the door, took a deep breath and closed his eyes and said to himself that he is a fucking genius. He smiled hitting the side of the box as if he was knocking on someone’s door, then he walked away. Shirl reached over to open the door. It was empty. Shirl instantly broke down falling to the floor crying and realizing her friend, Marcia was gone.

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