Lover Boy

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In Chapter 36 of FRANKENSTEIN IN LOVE, now safely hidden away in a dive 'sex motel,' reanimated dead cheerleader Shayla Petrie has her way with science genius nerd Frankie Stein. Meanwhile, Frankie's mom Julie watches the cops leave, on their way to try and find him ...


INT. THE CAMELOT MOTEL - THEME ROOM - NIGHT
Done up like a room in a castle,
with peeling, faded ‘brick’ wallpaper.

‘Shitty’ would be a compliment.
But hey, free HBO.

Frankie stands in
the middle of the room
looking at the
entrance to the bathroom.

Shayla comes out,
face all clean.

FRANKIE
So, uh -- you wanna watch some TV?

She walks up to him.
Takes his hand --

SHAYLA
Fuck that.
C’mere, lover-boy.
Let’s get BUSY.

WHIRLS him around.
SHOVES him onto the bed.

Gets on top of him.
Starts kissing his neck.

Grabs his belt buckle.
Starts undoing it.
Frankie tries to fight her off.

FRANKIE
No, stop -- I don’t want to --

SHAYLA
(WHIPS OFF his shoes)
Tough toenails, little fella.
I’ve got an itch --
and it’s gonna be SCRATCHED.

FRANKIE
I’m, uh -- not in the mood --

SHAYLA
(YANKS his pants off)
What’s the matter?
Don’t tell me you’re a VIRGIN?

FRANKIE
(turning red)
As a matter of fact --

SHAYLA
Well, we’ll see about THAT.

She pulls her dress over her head.
Revealing her perfect, injured body.
Frankie’s eyes go wide.

SHAYLA
FUCK me, Stephen Hawking.

Frankie’s pelvis JERKS.
Eyes go glassy.

A wet stain forms
on his tighty-whities.

SHAYLA
AGAIN?

FRANKIE
Sorry --

SHAYLA
Don’t worry.
We’re just getting STARTED.
(big smile)
We’ve got ALL NIGHT --

PUSH IN ON Frankie’s face.
Scared shitless.

INT. FRANKIE’S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Julie stands by the window
holding a cocktail.

She watches Chet and Beck
get into their car.
Downs it. Sighs.

Goes to the sofa. Sits.
Grabs a bottle
on the coffee table.

Refills her glass.
A tear slides down her cheek.

JULIE
What have you done, Frankie?
(takes a sip)
What have you done --