A Predictable Climax

[Aura]

Jake Mordetsky sat alone in the living room of his family's mansion.  His dad was working the graveyard shift at the restaurant to serve anyone who was going to eat after prom, his mother was off on a spa weekend with her friends, and Stacey, of course, was at the prom.  For now, he had the house all to himself, and he was making the most of it.  He had cooked some Pizza Rolls and hooked his laptop up to the TV so he could watch Robot Wars on the big screen.  Seeing his favorite robots and matches on the family's plasma screen was a truly beautiful sight to him.

He had been watching Robot Wars all night, and he had finally reached one of his all-time favorite heats.  Series 4, heat I.  The beginning of Stinger's incredible underdog story, going from a first round elimination in the last Wars to a Grand finalist in the Fourth Wars.  He had always liked Stinger, so that made the heat all the more satisfying to watch.  He smiled and ate a Pizza Roll as Craig Charles opened the episode.  Jake may not have been asked to the prom, but he couldn't imagine his night having gone any better.

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Stacey Mordetsky got out of Travis' car after they pulled into the driveway.  She had suggested to him that they come to her house after prom.  She smoothed out the wrinkles that the seat belt had caused her dress. She had a good feeling when she picked out her dress for prom, and by the way Travis had been staring at her all night, she knew that she had made the right choice.  She knew that he was probably a sure thing anyway, but she wanted a dress that would ensure that they would spend the hours after prom night together.

Stacey opened the door and walked into the house.  Judging by the lack of cars in the garage, Jake was still the only one home.  That was great as far as Stacey was concerned.  He wouldn't get in her and Travis' way.  She knew that he would just keep sitting on the couch and watching his show.  Stacey didn't give out compliments very often, especially to Jake, but she had to admit that he was good at staying out of the way.  She beckoned Travis inside while standing in the doorway.

"Come on, Travis.  Let's go."

[Delroy†]

In his head, he was humming a joyous tune along the lines of "I'm gonna fuck her, I'm gonna fuck her" over and over again. But on the outside, Travis Webster was as suave as anyone could be. His own personal hubris aside, he knew he looked damn good in this suit. The inevitability of what was about to transpire made him grin. Nothing could go wrong.

Stacey looked great. She truly looked stunning in that dress, and Travis was sure she would look even better without it. True, the vapid girl wasn't much company when he wanted a good conversation, but then... he wasn't here to have an idle chat about the state of the country politics anyway.

"Be right there, Stace!"

With a huge smile on his face, he followed her into the house.