SIBYL

A Sibyl comes to Glen Hartwell and starts predicting doom and death

Over at the full-sized Aussie Rules football field at the Glen Hartwell High School in Biblical Road and Howard Street, four teenage girls were standing around watching the boys playing football.
"They're lucky it isn't muddy yet," said Suzie Carmichael, a tall, shapely seventeen-year-old brunette.
"Well, it is only the 2nd of June," said Adelaide Donadin, a seventeen-year-old, half-breed Aborigine.
"And there hasn't been much rain yet," said Lizzie Chong, a pretty, seventeen-year-old Eurasian girl.
"Personally, I'm only here to perv at the boys in tight shorts," said Libby Whyte, a tall, beautiful blonde, seventeen-year-old.
All the girls laughed, then Suzie said, "You pervo."
"Well, why not? The boys like perving at us," said Libby. Then, pointing at a tall, blond boy, "Ooh, look at the bum on him."
The girls laughed again, then Lizzie said, "She's right, though, whenever they're not playing footy, or cricket in summer, the boys spend all day perving at us."
"Why not?" asked Adelaide. "We are all so hot!"
"That's so true," agreed Suzie, making the girls all laugh again.
"Hello dweebettes," said Vicky Vickers, a tall, chubby nineteen-year-old girl with curly black hair, who was only in the fifth form due to having failed twice. "What are you losers doing hanging round nattering?"
"We're not the losers, we weren't kept back twice," said Adelaide, immediately regretting it.
"What did you say, you Abo bitch!" demanded Vicky.
"Don't call her that!" said Lizzie.
"Shut it, tiny titties, or your next,' said Vicky.
So saying, she ran at Adelaide, who wisely turned and ran across the football field.
"Come back here, you darkie slut!" cried Vicky, even though Adelaide was barely any darker than most whites.
"Don't call her a slut," said Suzie starting after the two girls.
"Something tells me we're all gonna get pummelled!" said Libby, before all of the teenage girls started running after Vicky.
"Leave her alone, you bitch!" cried Lizzie.
Almost catching up with Vicky, but too late to stop her from punching Adelaide in the back of the head.
Crying out, Adelaide fell face down on the grassy soil.
"Take that you slut!" said Vicky, grinning a broad shiteater grin.
"She is not a slut!" said Suzie Carmichael, as the three girls knelt on the grass to help Adelaide Donadin.
"You can't talk, Suzie Carmichael!" cried Vicky Vickers.
"What do you mean by that?"
"With what your Aunty Lysette does for a living."
"She's some kind of night worker," said Suzie.
"She's a madam at the Free Love Sex Lounge in LePage!"
"What's a madam?" asked Libby Whyte.
"Like a female pimp," explained Lizzie Chong.
"My Aunty Lysette is not a female pimp!" insisted Suzie.
"Is too, I'll drive you there tonight after tea to see," offered Vicky. "Unless you're too chicken to find out!" She did a bark-bark-bark noise, flapping her elbows like wings to drive the point home.
"You're on," said Suzie, too angry to refuse. "Pick me up outside my house at eight o'clock.
"You're on loser," said Vicky, turning to leave. Then she turned back and said, "Oh, by the way, Adelaide, thanks for inviting me to your birthday party tomorrow night."
"What?" cried Adelaide, rubbing at the back of her head, sitting up with the help of her friends. "I didn't ..."
"No, you must have forgot," said Vicky, smiling her shiteater grin, "so my Mum rang your Mum and I got an invite."
"Oh no!" said the four girls, as Vicky stormed away.

Over at the Yellow House on Rochester Road, in Merridale, they were enjoying one of Deidre Morton's Sumptuous lunches: roast beef with roast potatoes, pumpkin, and carrots, plus a variety of steamed vegetables, all smothered in rich beef gravy.
"Mrs. M., you've done us a treat," enthused Terri Scott. A tall, beautiful ash blonde in her thirties, Terri was the top cop of the area and was engaged to Colin.
"Magnifique," said Colin Klein. A forty-nine-year-old Englishman, Colin had worked for decades as a crime reporter before relocating to Merridale and taking a position with the Glen Hartwell Police Department.
"Yeah, bonza, beauty," said Sheila Bennett. A tall, athletic Goth chick with orange-and-black striped hair, Sheila was Terri's second in command.
"It's okay, I guess," complained Tommy Turner, a short, fat, blond retiree.
"What's wrong with it?" demanded Deidre Morton. A short, plumpish, sixty-something brunette, Deidre was a cordon bleu-trained chef.
"There's no brandy in the gravy!"
"Yes, because most of my children don't want brandy in their gravy."
"I wouldn't mind it," said Leo Laxman, a tall, twenty-something Jamaican employed as a nurse at the local hospital.
"Same here," said Terri.
"You're as big a pair of plonkos as Tommy," teased Sheila.
"How dare you!" said Terri, Leo, and Tommy.
"I agree with Sheila," said Natasha Lipzing, a tall seventy-something lady with grey hair. "This roast is perfection as it is, without drowning it in brandy."
"Here, here," said Freddy Kingston, even though he wouldn't have minded some brandy in the gravy. A recent retiree, Freddy was tall and stout, with a Larry Fine-style ruff of curly black hair on his otherwise bald head.
"Well, I'm glad not all of my extended family are plonkos!" said Deidre Morton, before starting to eat her own tea.
"Here, here, Mrs. M.," teased Sheila, ignoring the glares that she received from Terri, Leo, and Tommy.

Soon after 8:00 that night, Suzie Carmichael was sitting in the lounge room when there came a loud honking from outside in Lawson Street.
"Who is that honking outside our house?" asked Daisy Carmichael, a tall, attractive fortyish brunette, Suzie's mother, and Lysette's younger sister.
"Vicky Vickers, she's taking me for a drive around town," lied Suzie.
"I thought you hated her?" asked Suzie's younger sister, Ester, a fifteen-year-old brunette with braces.
"So did I?" asked Daisy. "You always say she's the biggest bully in school."
"We made it up," lied Suzie, "we're friends now."
"You used to cry like a baby, just at the mention of her name!" insisted Ester.
"Did not!" said Suzie. Then, as the honking came again, "Anyway, there's my ride."
Getting up before Ester or Daisy could say anything more, Suzie raced across to the door and was soon outside, getting into Vicky's shabby-looking, ancient Ford Fairlane.
"Don't say anything about my car!" threatened Vicky.
"Hey, it's better than mine."
"I didn't know you had a car?"
"I don't," said Suzie, making both girls laugh.
As Vicky started the car, she said, "Hey, for a nerd girl, you're all right."
"Thanks ... I guess."
Half an hour later, they pulled up outside the Free Love Sex Lounge in Gordon Street, LePage. The sex lounge was a three-storey building with a red neon light, proclaiming its name. The front parlour was filled with faux Victorian four-person sofas, swathed in red.
Beside the concrete steps outside the front door, stood three women: a tall, night-black goddess with a huge chest, named Sherri, a short, amply chested Asian cutie named Cerille 'Sally' Chiang, and Peggy Pérez, a tall, curvaceous Latina in her early twenties.
"Stay here," instructed Vicky. Getting out of the Fairlane, she walked across to the three prostitutes. "Hi, I'm looking for work."
"What as a cleaner?" teased Cerille.
"No, as a prozzie, like you three."
"We prefer to be called Ladies of the Night," said the black Goddess, Sherri.
"What like Elvira, Everybody's Mistress?" teased Vicky.
"Hey, I like this girl, she's got moxie," said Peggy Perez.
"Okay, wait here," said Cerille, "I'll go get Lysette."
In the car, Suzie started as she heard her aunt's name mentioned.
Two minutes or so later, Cerille returned with Lysette Carmichael, a tall Amazonian fifty-something blonde, Lysette Carmichael, the madam of the sex lounge.
"I hear you'd like to work here?" asked Lysette.
Vicky looked back to make certain Suzie had seen her aunt. Seeing the teenager staring wide-eyed at the madam, Vicky said, "Sorry, I changed my mind. I wouldn't be a prozzie if you paid me!"
"Ladies of the Night!" corrected Sherri.
"Whatever, Elvira," said Vicky, running back to her Fairlane. As she climbed in, she said to Suzie, "Convinced?"
Unable to speak, Suzie nodded her head dumbly, staring at her Aunty Lysette as they drove away.
"What was that all about?" asked Peggy Pérez, staring after the departing car.
"Guess she chickened out," said Sherri. "Not all girls have what it takes to be pro ... I mean, Ladies of the Night."
"If you say so, Elvira," teased Cerille Chiang.
"Watch it, Shorty!" threatened the black goddess.

That night, Adelaide Donedin's parents, Abigail, a tall, curvaceous blonde in her late twenties,

One of the Sibyls has survived down history. She causes disasters and death merely by predicting them.
The Sibyls were prophetesses in ancient Greece and Rome, known for their ecstatic pronouncements inspired by various gods, particularly Apollo. They are renowned for their prophecies, which were often delivered in a frenzied state and later interpreted by priests. One of the most famous legends involves the Cumaean Sibyl, who is said to have offered nine prophetic books to the Roman king Tarquinius Superbus, eventually selling him the remaining three after burning six. These Sibylline Books were later consulted in times of crisis in ancient Rome

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