Down the hall, I heard Martha say "Hello? Yes, Jenn just got up. She's in the restroom."
My heart sank. Oh, no. That HAD to be Kyle. But... It couldn't be... He had only cursed me to cough up pills. Unless... He had someone else curse him—
My train of thought was derailed by a text going off on my phone.
» stop freaking out jenn. kyle isn't calling you
I stared at my phone in shock. How did this person know I was freaking out? And how did they know my name?
« who TF are you?
» a friend, just get 2 the mall. i'll meet u there
« how do i know I can trust u
» if u want proof, look @ martha rn, then sneak out asap
Cautiously, I peeked out of the bathroom, and saw Martha standing at the landline, still holding the phone to her ear. From where I was, Martha seemed normal... with the exception of the kielbasa of a cock that was hanging down from 'her' crotch.
My stomach heaved at the sight of the petite woman with a hideous, misshapen dick. I looked back at my phone, and tapped out a quick reply.
« WTF??
» mall 1st, q's l8r. sneak 2 front door quick
I took a deep breath, and slowly opened the bathroom door...