Free Zombie Pink by Noel Merczel Page A

the pickin!" Gina joked, peaking out the window of her bedroom.
     
    Gina's bedroom faced Candlepin Avenue, and right across the street lived old Mr. Barnaby. He must be about a hundred and ten. He was gross. So gross!
     
    He shuffled and hobbled around his yard, his bony sickly white arms with the flesh all dangling off reaching out to pick up a stray piece of garbage that had drifted onto his driveway.
     
    Then he would stand up... as much as his stooped body could stand up... and stare at Gina as she sat in her front yard pretending to pick weeds.
     
    This past week, Gina had developed a brand new routine.
     
    Well really, it was more like a brand new game. The game was called Pretending to Pick Weeds .
     
    Gina would bring out a waterproof cushion from the back deck and set it down next to the big maple tree with the Hosta plants underneath. Then she'd sit on the mattress while wearing her new super short tangerine skirt from Maybelline’s with white lace cotton panties underneath.
     
    Next, she would half-heartedly pluck some weeds out from between the Hostas and plop them into an old flowerpot. She'd sit with her legs bent up; the triangle of white cotton panty between them clearly visible as she “worked.”
     
    She'd pretend she was intent on her weeding job. But out of the corner of her eye, she would see old Mr. Barnaby's weird milky white eyes staring over at her... devouring the site of her nubile young body exposing the wedge of naughty white panty, right in broad daylight.
     
    When that happened, a gloriously naughty warmth spread over her nether parts... it was a warmth that was so intoxicating that the rest of the world was blotted out and nothing else existed except for that delicious hot oozing sensation. This luscious sensation propelled Gina to spread her smooth tan legs even more.
     
    Old Mr. Barnaby would just stand there, staring at her exposed panties, not even trying to hide the fact that he was staring. Eventually, Gina would spread her legs so wide, she knew the panties were exposing a tiny bit of her smooth plump outer vagina lip .
     
    That's when she just couldn't stand the excitement any more and would rush inside her house, race up to her bedroom and lay down on her bed. Then Gina would yank down her panties and rub herself, imagining old man Barnaby staring at her naked body the whole time.
     
    It was so funny! Yesterday, Gina's Mom spotted the flowerpot full of weeds sitting out in the yard. When her mom came into the house, she caught Gina making herself yet another mint chocolate chip ice-cream cone.
     
    Gina was sure her mom was going to complain about Gina having the snack right before dinner. But instead, Mrs. DeFazio exclaimed, "Gina! You’re doing yard work without being asked! I'm so proud of you!"
     
    "Yea..." Gina said, catching a drip of the minty blue green ice cream as it trickled down the side of the sugar cone.
     
    Like she cared about the stupid yard! She would rather have a yard filled with lollipops and gushy cream - filled chocolates, like that yard on the Willy Wonka movie. Who care s about dumb old plants, anyway?
     
    Okay, so maybe Gina felt a little guilty about her mom's misguided praise. But not guilty enough to stop playing her new game - even though it was so perverted . The problem was, playing the game just felt so darn good!
     
    And how do you stop doing something that feels so good? Well...that just goes against human nature, Gina reasoned . So it wasn't even her fault that she couldn't stop.
     
    Tonight was the big night! Tonight Old Man Barnaby really would get to see her naked!
     
    Gina had stacked up some pillows on her bed, so she was at a high enough level to be viewed out the window.
     
    She knew old man Barnaby sometimes just stared out his upstairs window... probably hoping to catch a glimpse of her getting dressed – or undressed. So Gina waited patiently for him to stick his old gray wizened skull out the window.
     
    And BINGO!