Slowly coming down from the massive high, Jenny hears a familliar voice "Didn’t I tell you that it would be the best orgasm you’d ever have?". Jenny slowly turns her head and sees Ilene the cow sitting on her shoulder. Ilene was her power animal, she had envisioned first in therapy. The tiny talking cow grew to be her best and only ture friend, and always told her what would be best for her. Jenny took a few seconds before she managed to say "Yeah, it was fucking great… no comparison to autoerotic asphyxiation…". "Told ya…" Ilene said "and now you’ll trust me with our other plan too, right?". Jenny nodded still a little groggy from her climax. "Thats my girl! Did you bring all the things I told you to bring?". Jenny nodds again "Yes, I have the knife in the glovebox and the rope, the axe and 10 gallons of gas are in the trunk." she adds. Ilene stroks her udder very pleased and grinns devlishly before she calmly says "Excellent… now lets find that mute bitch…". "She is deaf, not mute!" Jenny interjects. "Oooh who gives a flying fuck? The cunt has to die, so shut the fuck up and step on it…". A little intimidated Jenny just nods and flors the pedal.

15 Minutes later in front of Bette’s house. A utterly drunk Kit opens the door of her car and smashes face down into the asphalt. With great effort she manages to get up and stand upright while holding onto the door of her car. Without warning Kit’s stomach revoltes and she pukes all over herself, the car and the street. "Mutha fucka!" she stutters. Just as she was looking back up again, she hears a loud roaring noise. It’s Jenny who is only a second away from smashing her car into Kit. Drunk out of her mind Kit doesn’t feel the highspeed impact that tears her legs of and explodes her head as it hits he windshield of Jenny’s car.

Laughing diabolically Jenny and Ilene give each other a high five and say in unison "One down, ten to go…". Jenny stopps her newly entrails and blood coated ’72 Chevy Nova in Bette’s driveway and reaches for the glovebox. "Time to teach Mumbles how to spell goodbye in braille!"  chirpes Ilene. "Braille is for the blind, she uses sign…"Jenny interjects carefully. "Fuck! Can’t you  just shut the hell up and kill for me? I don’t give a fuck what she speaks in! For all I care she can queef the alphabet to communicate! So stop being a whippersnapper and start with the killing!" Ilene screamed. Jenny just nodded and left the car heading for Bette’s front door.

to be continued…