While Ferris David was being dragged away by the police, Zoe Brode was poking her red head into the tent Ferris used as shelter. “Hey, Luke?”
“Yeah?” Her partner came over.
“Does it look like someone else was here to you?” Zoe shined her flashlight in the tent and saw some physical evidence a second person lived there.
“Someone living with Ferris? Come on Zoe, you know that crackpot wouldn’t share with anyone.” Luke said as he got up and the little evidence of a second person vanished from the tent. “You’re seeing things. Come on, we’ve got to fill out a report.”
Zoe nodded. “Yeah, just my eyes playing tricks on me.”
Unbeknownst to Luke and Zoe, there had been a second person sharing the tent when it belonged to Jethro David. The shirt that Faith pulled off of him was shared with a domestic abuse runaway named Willow Alison, who’d been with Jethro for protection. When Faith stripped Jethro, something of Willow’s was taken as well.
Willlow had been panhandling at an intersection when she just dropped her sign and entered a police car that had pulled up. Neither officer had seen her and ignored her in the back. When it reached the station, Willow impossibly opened the back door and wandered into the locker room. There, Detective Danielle Chase was getting her uniform ready for a mandatory foot patrol instituted by Mayor Cynthia. The intent was so that every officer keeps experience directly interacting with the people.
Willow grabbed the blue-black pants just as Danielle reached for it, making Danielle blank out and wander away. Meanwhile, Detective Willow Chase eagerly dressed herself up for the foot patrol. “Chase! Think we’re gonna get any bites today?” One of the other officers asked.
Willow scoffed. “I wish. Taking down abusing scumbags is why I joined the force.” In a position of power, Willow felt like she could take on those who abused her in a past life.
Danielle meanwhile reached the home of Lydia Warren, an elementary school teacher who was out on her morning run through the park. She dressed herself in the laid out clothes and looked at her watch after she put it on. “Whew, finished early today.” Danielle Warren mumbled to herself. “Better get to the school and have everything ready if I’m this early.” She left the apartment and drove her car away.
Lydia, meanwhile made a sharp detour into the rich district of the city. Making her way into the McMillan mansion, Lydia entered the master bedroom and took out a nice business suit. Lydia McMillan finished getting dressed and picked up her cell phone. “Yes, Julie? It’s Lydia. Send a car for me will you? I had a late start.” She made her way downstairs where the maid Susanna was already fluffing pillows.
Susanna Guerra looked back to see the Master of the house behind her and added more sway than could be considered subtle to her hips. Levi McMillan licked lips as he saw the action. He was single… he thought, so there would be no trouble sampling. And if he had a wife, she wasn’t home. Levi called his office again as he palmed the ass of his maid. “Julie? Give me a couple of hours. I have some work at home I need to finish.”
“Oh Senor~!” Susanna moaned as her employer roughly fondled her.
“You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?”
“Si, Senor~” Susanna showed initiative and pulled Levi in for a hungry kiss, which he eagerly reciprocated.
Meanwhile, Malcolm McMillan suddenly left his office at his company and went for a walk. Eventually finding himself at a rival’s house, the Wellington estate. Malcolm went straight for the bedroom of their eldest daughter, Amber, and began to dress in her expensive clothes. More expensive than Malcolm had ever given his daughter, because the Wellington’s showed not class in their wealth.
Maddie Wellington finished fluffing her hair, humming to herself. “Daddy never cares if I’m late.” She sighed dreamily as she cupped her growing bosom, pushing out against her hands as they gained obvious silicone. “We’ve got the money to do whatever we want!” Maddie decided to stay home that day and relax, never knowing the person’s whose life she took was in a daze walking out of the school.
Amber made her way to an apartment complex, bypassing the doorkeep and selecting the top floor in the elevator. Once there she made her way to the last high end loft and entered it without a key. She put on sweats and sat in front of the tv.
Arnold Bront was a former pro-basketball player who still made money off endorsements, but had a bit of a checkered history. The silicone from Amber Wellington squeezed itself into steroids that no one could prove Arnold took, but most suspected. Arnold didn’t really care that much, though the loss in sex drive and anger issues were something he regretted. “Heh, been years since I thought about that.” Arnold said as he flipped the tv to the internet and looked up an adult video.
“Years off it and I can finally feel something down there again.” Arnold let himself relax as a Joy Beaver video loaded up. All was right with the world.
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And every place that Jon removed has been filled. Now the curse is cut off… right? Will it jump to a new host? Or will the aftermath of these changes reverberate?
