Mikey tried to focus on the lesson, but Mrs. Wilson was rather distracting, dressed in Miss Warren's clothes.
That feeling in his head told him that Richy Phillips had finally taken someone's clothes. He must have been walking a long while.
Richy walked mindlessly through the neighborhood, heading away from the school and into a much seedier part of town. He walked into a building and then upstairs, entering an apartment, entering the bedroom of Jamie Kirkpatrick.
Jamie was a seventeen year old girl who had dropped out of school the year before to work full-time at McDonalds to take care of her grandmother. Jamie was long gone for the day when Richy entered.
He stripped out of his t-shirt and jeans, then his briefs, and proceeded to put on Jamie's simple panties, covering them up with a pair of black slacks and a green shirt. The shoes he put on were flat and comfortable. He'd be spending the day on his feet, after all.
He put on his visor and Richy suddenly felt different. "Shit...I'm late," he said, hurrying out the door. Grandma was counting on him.
Meanwhile, a few blocks away, Jamie became glassy-eyed after she loaded more fries into the dispenser that filled the baskets. She walked away mindlessly, looking for new clothes. The ones she was wearing smelled like meat.
