16.

  Teddy was laying in Mrs. Dharmadey’s marital bed with her, naked, exhausted, totally spent. “Wow, Mrs. Dharmedy, wow,” he put his arm over his face as he continued to breathe hard. “That was insane,” he said.

  “Mmm, thanks for the hookup,” she joked again rubbing his chest. “You know, a lot of girls in my book club would love to get their hands on some of those pills, I’m sure if I gave them your number you could, help them out,” she grinned.

  Teddy looked up at her, eyes wide at the prospect of what she was suggesting, “Are you serious?”

  “Oh yes,” she grinned, “Lots of lonely women in this town, they would all love a-” she bit her lip, “-Hook up.”

  “Well, I’d be more than happy to help, no problem, Mrs. Dharmedy.”

  “You are so cute,” She said, leaning in to kiss him again, then more, pushing him back to the bed and climbing back on top of him.

  Teddy was having the time of his seventeen-year-old life. Floating from Milf to Milf in a sea of red wine and muscle relaxers. In school, no one had any idea that while they were out partying on Friday, their mothers were having their own private party getting their brains fucked out by Manny the Mallard himself.

  While the Denero county cougar safari was fun, Teddy’s favorite girl was always Mrs. Dharmedy.

  “Oh god yes, Teddy, yes!” Mrs. Dharmadey’s legs wrapped around him as she clawed at his back.

  “Oh fuck, Mrs. Dharmedy, fuck” Teddy moaned between kissing her soft lips.

  “Julie, call me Julie,” she moaned.,

  Teddy got up and pinned her down, “No, I like calling you Mrs. Dharmedy, makes it so much hotter,” he grinned and smacked her ass.

  She moaned, “Oh! You naughty boy!” she laughed.

  He moved faster and faster, moving his head back and closing his eyes, and just as he was at the peak of his Ecstasy, a thunderous bang filled the bedroom, and Teddy’s head exploded in a spray of blood, painting the headboard and splattering all over Mrs. Dharmedy. As Teddy’s lifeless body fell on top of her, Mrs. Dharmedy screamed and looked up, and saw Mr. Dharmedy holding his 12. Gauge shotgun. “Jim, what the fuck!” she cried.

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  “You fucking whore!” Mr. Dharmedy cocked the shotgun and raised it, and then shot his wife in the chest, killing her instantly. He paused, then took the gun and turned it around, putting his mouth on the barrel before pulling the trigger again.

  On Monday, the flag at Reagan high school was at half-mast, again. Neither Mrs. Raymond nor any other teacher for that matter said anything about the circumstances of Teddy’s death. All the students knew what went down. Johnny and Danny were in homeroom talking about with Tracy and Josh.

  “So, we all know what happened, right?” Johnny said.

  “Yeah, Teddy was hooking up with James Dharmadey’s mom, and his dad came home and offed both of them, then did it to himself.” The students looked over, Teddy’s desk was empty, as was James’.

  “They say James was the one who found them, that’s so messed up,” Tracy said, “You come home, and you find both your parents not only dead but your mom in bed naked with one of your classmates. I was at Teddy Wilcox’s wake, one of his friends is on the squad, but it was closed casket, that means that the gunshot was probably to the head, he probably looked fucked under that lid, like that guy at the end of Terminator. Blood must have been everywhere. The most fucked up part about it is it could have been anyone’s family that happened to, I heard from my cousin Samantha that Teddy’s been seen leaving lots of kid’s houses early on Sunday morning. I think he was some kind of gigolo or something,” she said.

  “In all honesty, that’s certainly a way go out, Mrs. Dharmadey was a mother I know all of us guys would like to fuck, and Teddy always did like the Milfs, In a morbid way, good for him,” Johnny said.

  “You know one of our classmates is dead right?” Tracy said as she was the only person in the chat who gave Johnny a stern look.

  “No, it’s a tragedy, it’s almost as bad as Doug, but think about it for a second. What’s worse, getting killed fucking a hot mom, or stabbed eighteen times by a gangbanger trying to buy drugs? I know which way I’d rather go. Also, he knew what he was getting into when he started doing whatever the hell it was he was doing. You fuck a housewife, and you might get shot, that’s the calculated risk someone doing that has to take,” Johnny held his hands out, the girls who heard him were disgusted, but every guy listening nodded their heads in agreement.

  The morning announcements started to play again like any other day. Before signing off, Amy and Zack led the school in a one minute moment of silence for their departed classmate. “And now,” Zack said, “Some of Teddy’s friends and the A.V. club have put together a small tribute, int he memory of Teddy Wilcox.”

  Everyone watched the television as the screen turned to black and the words “In loving memory of Teddy Wilcox” the guitar riff of Greenday’s Time of your life started as a montage of childhood pictures of Teddy growing up began to play on the screen.