Chapter 7: Psychiatric Opportunity

Kathy McAllen was a freshman at James County Junior College. Her big scholastic break came earlier when she was able to skip two grades. Today she was the only 16-year-old freshman at the college.

As far as looks go, Kathy was fairly average. Her hair was shorter, barely touching her shoulders. Brown and plain, split in the middle. She was barely 5’6” tall, weighed about 140 pounds. Most of the boys would tell you that was mostly in her hips and her boobs. Kathy had these 36C breasts with these big areoles and nipples. Being barely sixteen, Kathy’s boobs still pointed out more than down, that was for sure. She had these hips that could really move when she walked down the halls. But she dressed very, very conservatively. Plain skirts, knee length. Blouse and vest. A scholar with big boobs, that was Kathy McAllen.

Howard Scheppe was, to put it bluntly, a certified nut case. His parents had abandoned him, so he was an orphan of the state. Howard was twenty-eight years old now, but his mind was like he was 92. His priorities changed in an instant. Many things didn’t make sense to do, but he did them anyway. He was to be a mentally ill state resident for life it seemed. Howard was good at one thing: fooling people.

Howard spent a lot of time building up a trust with the residents. He was one day able to leave his window unlocked for “some fresh air”. The resident had agreed; he’d been a good patient. As soon as she was gone, Howard opened the window more, climbed out, slid it back up to where it had been, then jumped to the ground below. In minutes he was across the field and into the woods.

In Howard’s little world, sleep time was usually his jacking off time. This time he was running through the woods, but his mind kept coming back to jerking off time. He saw a light ahead, a store of some kind.

Kathy was driving her mother’s minivan home from her late class. She decided to stop on the way at QuickTime for some ice cream. She pulled into the parking lot, into a spot at the end. She got out, walked quickly up to the store.

Howard watched the girl walk up the sidewalk. Holy shit, look at that ass move! Jerking off time came into mind again. He thought a moment, then went up and quietly got in the minivan on the right side, using the big door. He scrunched down behind the driver’s seat, found a Phillips head screwdriver on the floor. He waited. His mind went from one thing to another, always getting distracted. What if ... What if...

Suddenly the door opened and the girl got in. She closed the door, started the car and put her seatbelt on. She put the car in reverse and carefully backed out. The dark interior at night hid any sign of unmoving Howard. As she started to drive away, he felt her pull out on the main road and start accelerating. He jumped up and put the screwdriver to her neck. With his left hand he grabbed her hair. “Just keep driving!” he yelled at her.

Kathy jumped out of her socks when the man jumped up beside her, putting that thing to her neck. He kept saying, “Keep driving, keep driving, pull in there; over there.” He made her turn into a small strip mall parking lot. Some stores were closed, some open. He made her park just away from the other cars. He made her turn off the headlights and the car. He took the keys, threw them to the floor.