Enter Sectian Ch. 2 - Sex Stories

Enter Sectian Ch. 2

The next morning, Pamela knocked on her daughter's door. "You up, Hon?"

"Yeah."

"Don't be late. You know that gets you in trouble at work."

"I know."

The younger woman only emerged from her bedroom when Pamela was half way into making breakfast. "That's smells good."

"Don't think you'll get salmon and eggs for breakfast every time you sleep in."

"No."

Pamela noticed her daughter scratching her crotch as she walked. She stopped scratching when she sat at the table.

"Feeling itchy?"

Adeline shrugged. "A little. It's okay."

They ate and talked about a television movie the daughter had watched the night before. "It was real scary with rats!"

"You know scary movies give you nightmares."

"It didn't last night. My new friend keeps me safe."

"I'm glad you like her." Pamela had skipped waiting for a bus, to skip into a shop and buy the stuffed opossum two days earlier. It was worth being a little late for work. Her boss wasn't a dick about such things, unless it kept happening. She smiled at her daughter.

"After the movie, I was afraid of her, at first, but she just stared at me until I thought she was silly." The imagination of a mind like Adeline's wasn't as rich as a child's, but it did not lack for creativity.

"I told you it wasn't a rat." (well, mouse)

"Oh, no, Momma. She's not." She dug into her food, and they finished their meal without rushing, chatting occasionally. Adeline wasn't a chatty person. Her mother was thinking about ...

... her night of employment ahead.

Together they cleaned up the table and washed the dishes. Pamela remembered to empty their compost basket in the apartment's downstairs bin. Adeline retreated to her room. A couple hours later, Pamela stepped off of the bus in the city's stinkiest industrial district.

Army jacket man wasn't at the stop. A worker in jeans and a dark shirt was. She waited for Pamela to leave the steps, before boarding.

Pamela walked confidently to the "Show Her" club. The homeless man had acted reasonably in the face of those scary large bugs, but her mind associated him with their danger. She chided herself for judging the man on his looks and the strange situation irrelevant of him.

The first roach struck after a block of walking. It smacked seemingly blindly into her shoulder. Growing buzzes alerted her to the coming swarm. She looked for an alcove to duck into but the streets were lined with fences sporting razor on top or outward curved spikes. There wasn't even a guard booth at an entrance. She ran covering her eyes with an arm, watching the sidewalk to keep her direction.

Twelve bugs bounced off her jacket and pants before she reached the second street. Again, no hiding places! When the bulk of the swarm struck, she dropped to her knees and curled up trying to protect the front of her body.

They were everywhere, diving through gaps or crawling across every inch of her body. She began sobbing, terrified, impotent, eyes shut tightly. They ...