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I really thought I would be just writing for myself. Well, it could still happen after this chapter. He he he ;)

I know the rubber suit shouldn't have to appear until 2010. "Fuck me gently with a chainsaw" I love that costume! I can't take that away so plz allow me this poetic license.

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2. DOLL PARTS.

Next morning, Veronica woke up with a strange taste of rubber in her mouth. There was something slender moving between her lips, caressing her teeth and trying to get deep in her throat like a plastic eel on a small fishbowl.

When Veronica opened her eyes, she saw a black latex finger retreating from her face. There was someone on top of her, all over her; someone dressed in black latex. She could feel every inch of the costume on her exposed skin.

"What the hell?" she murmured.

"Hell itself" the dark figure whispered. He put his finger close to his veiled mouth to ask her for silence. She was sure it was a He because of the boner he was rubbing up against her mound of Venus. Then the feeling was gone and so was the vision.

Veronica gasped. "It has to be a vivid nightmare" she convinced herself. Her dreams were always dreadful but JD and the Heathers used to starring the main roles. It was a good sign for a change.

She took a glance at herself and realized she was almost naked. Her last night clothes were carefully folded on a chair. That was funny. At least she had her panties on although she didn't remember wearing the purple ones.

"No more valiums drown on chardonnay for me, never ever" she swore getting up.

She felt dizzy and confused and kinda sleepyhead; most of all she was starving. It was almost noon according to the clock on the wall, so it was safe to get out of her bedroom; her parents would be working and they wouldn't be coming back till six.

The moment she tried to put her jeans on, she saw a bruise on her groin matching with her panties. "It looked more like a hickey but it couldn't be" she persuaded herself one more time, thinking that she must have been hit with one of the many boxes that were everywhere.

"I will spend eternity taking my stuff out of these boxes" she thought while she was putting on a violet t-shirt of Courtney Love embracing herself. It was brand-new. Veronica has recently bought it from the "Live through this" tour.

"I fake it so real I am beyond fake" she chanted while tying up her pair of grey Converse sneakers. "Someday you will ache like I ache" she continued. It was a bright day so she put on her dark blue glasses while she got the door. "I am… doll parts" she sang low and suddenly shut up. The door was slightly opened. "Maybe I had to pee" she said to herself. Sleepwalking was better than wetting her new mattress; that was for sure.

The hangover was devastating. She walked in pain as if she had been working out the whole night long. Her legs and arms were so stiff that she felt like a real doll, a mechanical one craving for some oil as if she were the Tinman of Oz.

"Morning, Miss Sawyer" a woman greeted Veronica when she entered the kitchen.

"Who are you?" she peered at her over the glasses. That girl made Veronica wondered again if she were still dreaming.

"The maid, of course! I'm pleased to finally meet you, Miss Sawyer. My name is Moira" the girl explained with a grin. Moira was so fucking gorgeous. A strawberry fuckalicious fell from hotties heaven. "I thought you could be hungry" she said and handed Veronica a plate full of pancakes swimming on cream and cherry jam. "If I could do anything to make you feel" her voice grew huskier "… comfortable. Just let me know".

"Thanks, Moira. You make my day, I swear" Veronica mumbled gratefully. "A sugar overdose will ease the pain" she muttered to the breakfast.

With sticky lips and sloppy fingers Veronica wrote on the back of her left hand in the style of Heather Chandler "Off 2C the Wizard 2 ask 4 a new heart". She was going to write that down on her diary the moment she was done with the pancakes. However when she got to her bedroom, her diary has gone AWOL.