shoulder to rest, she gives her the benefit of the doubt, and watches on. Afterthree strikeslater, and watching her jump up and down, high fiving her imaginary team players like a mad woman yelling turkey, turkey, turkey. Opening the black notebook, she scribbled a few words below a sketch of a small bowling ball; it was that moment that Nikki decided to remove her from the system. Turkey! Turkey! Turkey! Nikki was watching Tamara closely when she up-ended her lite beer and left to use the restroom.

Following suit, Nikki finished hers too, and after standing up and stretching, followed her inside, taking the stall beside her. Waiting long enough for Tamara to lower her shorts and sit down, Nikki reached under and pulled her legs toward her. Tamara fell onto her butt and hit the side of her head on the dirty commode, dazing her. In a confused state, and with a foggy mind and blurry vision to boot, Tamara put up no fight, she was easy enough to be overpowered.

Nikki man-handled her prey, sitting on top of Tamara. Taking hold of what little red hair she could quickly grab, she helped to introduce Tamara to the dirty, faded tile floor. Picking her lifeless body up, she dragged her to the door and paused to listen. Finding the coast clear, she walked out with her, as if Tamara was drunk, and they entered the employee breakroom.

Looking around to ensure nobody was present, she took off Tamara’s bowling shoes and her socks. Lucky enough for her they were long enough; Nikki used one to tie her feet, and the other her hands behind her back. Taking a handful of nearby paper towels, she pushed them into Tamara’s mouth and opened the closet door. There was enough room for both as Nikki slid Tamara in beside her. Pushing her against some stacked boxes, she closed the door and picked up her shoes.

Leaving the breakroom, she placed them outside and to the left of the woman’s bathroom door and hurried back to Tamara. Once inside, she slid in next to her and held on tightly as she waited for the bowling alley to close. It was hours later that the background music stopped, and the lights turned out; the bowling alley was finally closing.

Nikki had dozed off a few times, but lucky for her, Tamara was still unconscious. Between nodding off, breathing through an open, dry mouth, and the