"Fear of a name increases fear of the thing itself."
J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

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No one knew who Ms. Mabel's little birdie was. To this day it was unknown. It was that night, that was the last night, that Lori was ever seen or heard from ever again. It was the last message she left that was seen and read by five people who did not know her. They began work changing the tires and buffing out bitch, whore and cheater. The 4 inside of the house who knew Lori would not ever know what Lori had done. Then there were the three that had Lori unconscious body inside of a white unmarked van. Her car driven away from the scene.

When Lori came too she was looking in the face of a very attractive Spanish woman who was smiling at her. Lori lifted her head from the metal table. Papers were sitting before her. When her vision was steady she realized it was Rick's divorce papers that she left on the kitchen counter of her home but they were in this confined sterile room that look to be in the back of some kind of van.

"Where am I?"

"You are not ready to know that. But if you look around you are not outside causing chaos outside of someone's home." The woman sat across from her on a make shift bench. The interior was at the bare bone minimum. No carpeting. Just two front seats. A metal table and chair where Lori sat and narrow metal bench on either side.

"Who are you?"

"I am Rosita. Over there is my mother Rosa she is a very good friend of Mabel. Do you know a Ms. Mabel?"

"Mabel? What does she have to do..."

"You must have done something very bad but not bad enough for Mabel to step in but bad enough for her to call my mother Rosa but not bad enough for my mother so they call me. I like nuisances. I like how you little Honey Bees fly about from one honey comb taking nectar from flowers creating sweetness every where in that honey comb but swat you...you sting...bzzz buzz bzzz."

"What the hell are you talking about? Are you crazy?"

"Sign the paper."

"Did Rick put you up to this?"

"You didn't hear a word I said... Do you understand English? Do you need me tell it to you in Spanish?"

"Why are you doing this?"

"Sign the papers."

"No."

"Why not?" Rosita was completely puzzled.

"Rick and I can work through this."

"Did he say you will work through this?" Rosita questioned.

"No. But we always work through this."

"I think this time is different, right?"

"He's alluded to divorce before and..."

"This time is different, right? You never been in the back of a van chained to your seat, right?"

"No. But..."

"This time IS different, right?" Rosita was trying not to lose her patience.

"Yes."

"Very good bumble bee. I was about to get annoyed with all the bzzz bzzz bzzz you were doing. That is what it sounds like when you don't agree with what I am ascertaining about your predicament. I need you to see the bigger picture quickly. Now...Since I got a yes from you that means you know how to say it and you understand it. Yes. No is not the right response by any means. Sign the papers."

"Rosita remember you cannot get blood on those papers."

"La Madre!" Rosita shouted to the woman sitting in the passenger seat.

"I don't know why you like to play with your food. I want to get this over with. I'm ready to go home now. If I didn't owe Mabel my life from years ago I would say this would make us even but I know it does not so hurry this along. You either get her to sign or I will but it will be such a slow painful way to die." Rosa spoke with a calm that would chill most people who knew that death was upon them.

"La Madre!" Rosita shouted again.

"This foolish woman does not even know that you are the cat and she is the mouse. She is no honey bee by far. Honey bee would know they are all working for the Queen Bee. She would have known that by the mere mention of Mabel's name. She is no one of importance. She would not be missed by anyone that matters. She is random road kill. We drive over them. We keep going. We don't stop. My point is if you don't sign those damn papers I will have them signed by the best forger in the country of Mexico and because you have inconvenience me and my daughter I will give you the slowest death of being buried alive."

"La Madre!"

Not once did the woman in the front seat turn to look at Lori. The woman kept reading the paper along with a tall 7 foot man in the driver seat. Lori could only see the back of their heads.

"Not a bullet in the temple?" Rosita looked to her mother, "You prefer her buried?"

"I have the clean up crew ready if you decide the messy way. I just want to be done with it. Knock her over the head one way or another. I can have her in a casket and buried before she comes to."

"You hear that road kill?" Rosita asked Lori. "My mother renamed you. Road kill. Sign the papers and I give you a choice."

Rosita handed the pen over to Lori who's right arm was chained was still able to reach the top of the table to sign but she still refused to sign. Instead she took the pen to stab Rosita's hand that was holding the paper but missed. Rosita was much faster than she imagined.

Rosita grabbed Lori by the throat with just enough pressure to convince Lori to sign the papers..."Very good mouse. I guess you saw the unamused devilment in my eyes. Glad my eyes convinced you to make the right decision. Now your neck is terribly bruised. Such a shame. Since you made the right decision, you will not be harmed but we need to ...Don't cry...don't cry now. From my understanding your husband had moved on a while ago. It was you that was stuck and we were called to move you along. From what I could see he was giving it to the other woman real good. I'm quite envious of the woman."

"What am I to do now. We were the jock and the cheerleader..."

"How old are you?"

"Thirty five."

"And you are still in high school?"

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For Rick not having a chance to put on the third condom before he exploded his hot seedlings to be planted and grow he knew in that instant. That in that very moment he was looking at the complete picture. The woman on top of him was going to be the newest Mrs. Grimes he just didn't know it would before the ink dried good on his divorce papers. He knew that he was going to love every minute of keeping this beautiful sexy woman good and pregnant so help him God. As long as there was love, time, and effort he would tend to the lawn and maintain it's beauty and integrity and protect it from any trespassers or wayward dogs thinking to do harm. Even against Lori.

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Shane answered the phone on the second ring when he noticed it was Herschel.

"Shane."

"The birdie got to Mabel first." Herschel began.

"Oh shit."

"I would say so. Abe is on his way over now. He should be here at the house in about 10 minutes. Mabel ain't happy. She was ranting about what happened at the party last night. Sounded like she got the right version of events."

"Do you think..."

"Right in the Goddamn back yard."

"Fuck."

"New rose bush and everything. Blooming real bright red."

"Fuck."

"Who's going to tell him?"

"Do you think he should know?"

"I suppose we wait to see how we he reacts to her having taken a trip. A long trip."

"Divorce papers signed sir?"

"Yes. They should be outside the door and Pastor Gabriel is on his way with rings in tow. Wake them up. They are getting married in the next thirty minutes. Courtesy of Mabel."

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A/N: I went way left field on this. Thanks for continuing to review and verbally support this chaos. lol.