Date: Fri, 31 Jul 2015 09:32:12 -0400
From: Tomak <tomak123@aol.com>
Subject: Doctor Who, Jesse and Jeremy 154

Bessie has a sign on the front of her hood and one on her rear end, that
says, `DONATE TO NIFTY ARCHIVE' to keep it running and to keep Jeremy,
Jesse, and the Doctor up to their necks in sex and adventure."

K9 adds, "Just go this page to donate to keep reading these sexy and
exciting stories."  "That one," the Doctor points at:

http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4CICqC6DJyI

The next morning, after they emerged from their tent nude and went for a
dip in the ocean, Jesse asked Jeremy to put sun tan lotion on his back.
They put on speedos as the beach started to have people come onto it, even
though it was only about 8:30 am.  "Planet D, remember?"

"Just do it."

Jeremy put some on his hands and rubbed sun tan lotion all over Jesse's
back. He rubbed up the back to the shoulders and back down again. They were
on their knees. "Stand up, Jes."


"Your wish is my command."  Jesse stood up.

Jeremy followed and then looked down at his own crotch and his dick peered
out but not at him, at the Jesse's lowest point on Jesse's back.  It poked
there. Jeremy's dick slit opened up. Jeremy got a mischievous look in his
eyes. "Gotta get those low points, you know."

"Fine, whatever you gotta do, dude."

Jeremy lowered the speedo down past the mid crack on Jesse's butt. He
lowered his own as well. He held the bottle down as he put his dick up and
along the crack on Jesse, the dick facing up, his testicles at the bottom
of the crack. Jeremy squirted the white lotion all over his own dick,
Jesse's back and crack. He put his dick in the crack and jerked his hips up
and down. "Ohhhhhh," both of them emitted from their mouths, which formed
an "O."

The lotion made his dick tingle and feel even more electric than it did
before. "I'm so full of energy this morning."

"I can tell," Jesse threw his head up. "But I like your style and
technique...such sty—illlllll! Uhhhhhh!"

Jeremy rubbed up and down, swiveled his hips after a few more up and downs
just to give his dick the rub back and forth and it created new sensations
for him and for Jesse. The sliding action afforded by the lotion gave them
extra lubrication. Pearls of pre cum draped up Jesse's lower back and as he
shook from vibrations of bliss, shining up Jesse's tanned ass. The sun was
out in full by now. Jeremy looked over Jesse's shoulder. "Uh oh, the po
po."

A beach jeep with the words police were written on it. It pulled across the
top of the sand where there were no people. A police man leaned out the
passenger side. "You two, come over here."

They looked at each other. "Oh shit!" Jeremy put his wet dick back in his
speedo.

Jesse looked down at his speedo. He had one hand on Jeremy's wrist, which
now moved behind him so he let go and the other hand in his speedo. He put
both hands in his speedo to adjust his shaft. It wasn't hiding. Or
adjusting. He quickly removed them and didn't know where to put them. He
folded his arms. He put them behind him and clasped them. Finally, he just
dropped them.

"Don't make me come down there and get you. Get your tight asses over
here!"

Jesse gulped. "I hope they're not Autons this time."

"You two---do you want to be under arrest?"

"We're sorry."  Jesse ran up to the jeep his hands up in the air.

Jeremy smiled. He followed. "Are you going to arrest us?"

"No," the policeman in the passenger seat said. His eyes glistened as he
spoke to them. Then, he looked at his partner, who was behind the wheel
with a big grin on and dark shades over his eyes. "Look, we...both of us,
we get it. We really do. But the law is the law. You can't be doing that
stuff here. If you want to, set up that tent of yours and do it in there."

"Thanks, sir," Jesse told him.

"I loved your last album, by the way," the passenger policeman said. And
winked.

"Oh. Oh. Ahh, thanks," Jesse told him.

"Thanks for the warning."  Jeremy waved.

"Don't let us come back," the driver warned after he removed his shades for
effect. Blue eyes. Jesse gasped and they all heard it.

"Oh, we...we won't..."  Jesse said. He waved as they drove ahead and then
turned around. Sand spat from the tires as they turned around. Some of the
sand hit the boys and they backpedaled to avoid more.

Jesse and Jeremy walked back to their towels. "That took it all out of me,"
Jesse said. He laid down on the towels.

"Not really."  Jeremy laid next to him.

"What do you mean?"  Jesse looked at him, having to turn his head sideways.

"You probably have some stuff still in there. I do."

Jesse had a glint in his eyes. "I'd fix that."

"How?"  Jeremy asked, knowing full well the answer.

Jesse took his speedos off.

"Are you crazy!?"

"No one's around now and no one's lookin. Here's what I would do."

"No."  Jeremy said but he wanted Jesse to and Jesse heard it in his tone.

"Fuckin' no means yes," he said seductively. First, nnnn, I would take my
pre cum wet dickhead and rub it all over your six pack..."  Jesse put a leg
over Jeremy's torso, turning his hips and bod over his lover.  "...mmmmm,
yeah, that's the fuck stuff, and in and out your navel until I had to rub
it up and down your cum gutter filled abs..."  Jesse did exactly what he
was saying. The shooting pleasure jolts started in his own dick but
transferred by touch to Jeremy.  "...and then shoot my load to fill up your
cum gutters and navel, wash all that white stuff in your navel to overflow
till it drips down your lower belly to accumulate in your base of your cock
while also leaning in on your cock which rises up against my hard
abs. That's what I would do."  And he did.

Soon, Jeremy was bending his body in delight with Jesse over him. His hard
abs were host to Jesse's stone hard dick and boy juice. He'd have to wash
in the ocean all over again but he didn't care. It felt so good to have
someone over him, ministering to him, admiring him with such visceral
love. Jesse's shaft fit so well up his abs, down his abs, filling it with a
river of, first pre cum and then cum.

Jeremy's nipples went hard with pleasure and were being sucked on by
Jesse's mouth, dabbed by his tongue, wet down. His left leg had a spastic
motion of such joy, it almost kneed Jesse in the back. Jesse turned to look
at it for one second and jerked as he giggled slightly.

Jesse returned quickly and slowly...ever so slowly to his ministrations. He
was teasing and tantalizing every pore of Jeremy.

As he came, Jeremy's whole pelvis shuddered up and down, side to side in
direction opposition to the motion his lover made. Jesse sat over him, laid
on him, sat up again, and caressed with mouth and one hand, the other
holding Jesse himself up. Jesse switched hands from time to time.

Jeremy gasped as he experienced a spasm upward so that his hips rose with
Jesse on it. "We are so gonna get arrested..."

Jesse rode Jeremy. "Let us. Makes it all the more hotter..."  Between his
legs, Jesse held Jeremy's blood engorged member hostage, feeling the
wetness at the tip and as it dripped down. As it spluttered over the tip
head, the pre cum made Jeremy's shaft feel fantastic as the mix of dry and
wet slipped ever so calmly over the front and back side of his member. It
felt so good it made his shaft shudder at one time and a few seconds out of
sync, the rest of his pelvis and spread to his belly, chest and shoulders,
making them vibrate. The mix of wet and dry made it throb with more
excitement. Lubricating fluid pooled out of the opening, throbbing slit on
his head--the head of his penis--Jeremy did not know he could get so
large---larger than ever before--- and thick without shooting off a
truckload of jissim.

"You're talented," he attempted to say but couldn't quite get it all out in
the proper sounds so gleeful was his joy.

"I know."  Jesse smugly said as he played with his own dick over
Jeremy---usually with one hand but he was so able to hold his body up with
tight muscles in his glutes and stomach, he sometimes used both hands.

He also, at times, laid on Jeremy, Jeremy's dick in two between Jesse's
legs. Now, Jesse groaned with every ounce of himself as he felt the
hardened muscles beneath him go soft and then hard again. "Try to relax..."

"You should know, this is how I relax. I love you!"

"I fucking love you, too, man!"  Jesse also felt engorged with energy with
every pleasurable sound Jeremy squeezed out from his throat. Jesse panted
breath out, surveying his handiwork with his hands now over Jeremy's chest,
which is how he held himself up now.  "Can you take this?"

"I can take anything you want to give me, hon!"

Jesse snaked his body up as he stretched his arms their full length,
pressing on the sweaty, hairless chest of his lover. Both heads up. He
still held the shaft between his legs as his own shaft left opposing abs
and stuck up straight in the air. "And down again..."  Jesse ploughed his
dick down so that it fit snuggly into Jeremy's abs and he thrust up and
down along the lines in the abs. The underside of his dick felt so good on
his lover's abs, an altering presence of hard ab and soft ab, resistance
and then non-resistance. Abs in and out, in and out. Tight and loose, Ribs
sticking out, then filled with hard muscle.

"OHHHHH, that feels so goodah!"  Jeremy squirmed.

"Me, too!"

Jesse's eyes went wide, not with horror, for once. With pride in what he
had accomplished--he let out a small smile and huff of pleasure--hard and
stiff over the love of his life. He wanted to grab Jeremy's member and
shoot it off before it would naturally go off between his legs. But he had
accomplished that hundreds of times at this stage in their relationship. He
wanted it to feel different this time. And from Jeremy's reactions, he was
meeting that goal. Why waste it?--but he dared not let go of the spear
between his legs since it gave him such a controlled feeling of power and
dominance. Usually, they took turns in dominating but this time it was his
show.

Jeremy felt a good part of him was ready to mesh his love paste out his
dick slit as he tried to hold it all in and his lower back felt sand as the
towels their bodies were on were moved about. Sand was under his back and
yet it felt good. The sensation of towel, sweat, and sand pooled around one
side of his back and not the other. He had a spasm again and again and felt
all the culmination of tingling excitement gather at the base of his
straining cock.

He was sure his dick fired but maybe not?

Perhaps, Jeremy thought, it was trying to rocket off his orgasming body--to
escape –just like in the future where these people had to escape earth
before it blew up in some space rockets---Jeremy had thought the earth
exploding looked reall fiiinneeeee......his penis swelled to a smooth yet
tight hard redness stabbing up at Jesse--maybe to give back what he was
getting. Jeremy laughed at that...and laughed and laughed...this did feel
great!

Jeremy giggled in the throes of it all--pain, pleasure, and the dripping
clear rivulets falling from his forward. Stuff was coming out from all over
his body it seemed. His ass sweated--the few hairs there mingled with sweat
to form a rectal mucus with the sand he was swishing around in.

"Feels...feels...uhgghhhh..."

"Feels good--I told ya, fuck the po-po," Jesse grunted.

Jeremy managed to eek out, "It does feel ughh good really ggggoodd!" Jeremy
moaned in a finish cry now. His hands, which at first rubbed on Jesse's
smooth, slick from sweat body, merely flailed about, then had held onto
Jesse's shaft. Jesse took his hands off Jeremy and put his hands to his own
balls and pushed up. The pain flushed through Jesse all along his own
shaft.

They both found themselves spurting gobs and gobs of clear and yellow-white
fluid. One projectile flew itself across and under his neck...here goes
another burying his nipple... Jeremy grunted to a crescendo....another shot
ripped across his side all over his ribs and up his shoulder--a few drops
up on the top of his shoulder....sperm was everywhere and as it fired with
that quick draw spring action which only raw, pure nakedness could
allow. He felt the pain of the usual burning sensation in his dick head
amplified thousands of times over by the pleasure the rest of his body was
undergoing--specifically the new feeling of having his lover squeeze his
dick without hands but with his legs. Then, as a finish, Jesse lifted
Jeremy up with his arms under his legs and thrust in all the way and then
Jeremy felt it hit his prostrate, wriggle around it, and then come back up,
toward coming out but not coming out.

"OHHHHHHHHughhhhhhhhhhgggohhhhfffuuc!" The tip was just at the exit but
Jesse left it there and then slowly started out but then at last notice,
ripped out. It paid no heed as to how it tore out.  They shot more sperm up
and out and over--their sex organs flopped and swayed and hit areas between
leg and trunk and hit hips and bone near them--leaving a wake of whiteness
creamed all about with each touch.

A slab of goo flopped out as Jeremy kicked and vibrated
uncontrollably--spitting all through the air--and a few curdles found their
way to and into Jeremy's grateful mouth. In his thrashing, he got a good
look at his torso and saw his own flexed abs. It was wet with multi
colors--white, sandy brown, and leafy yellow. He grunted again in one long
last satisfying grunt of pleasure as his penis squeezed out the last of its
white stuff onto his belly just below it. Rocking and swinging...side to
side...up, up, up, up and down, down, down--- a tingle on his tip...

At the same time, Jesse let loose, not able to hold back any longer. As
Jeremy kept firing, Jesse began. Long ropes of connection between his dick
slit and his lover's abs, chest, chin, hair, mouth.

Jeremy looked as his own spurts flew to his upraised belly button and it
was awash in a mountain of milky white cream-ness. Jelly and jam and gell
jissim were all over his legs and chest and shoulder to be sure. Even now
more love paste oozzed from his slit to his pubics. He directed his member
to wash his leg and abs with the love goo. A vacant empty sense ached
through his shaft as the spill off tapped out of its hole. He had shot all
he could and was not complaining--it was a lot and felt overpowering in its
grip of him and his entire body.

In so doing, Jeremy was aware that Jesse's shots mingled with his own,
creating their own perfect storm of male mocha.

Now, Jeremy had to decide what to do--get up and piss his system clear or
lie there and savor the sweetness and the smell of sweat and sex. His belly
was feeling a slight burning with joy juices. His belly button although
housing a pool of living fluid and being covered in the gissum to
invisibility was still gnarled and vibrant. His back was as strong as
ever. His penis still ached on the scrotum side and Jeremy looked about at
some of the thick skin like scum on his smooth flesh and wondered if he had
shot part of his scrotum off in the rush of it all.

Jesse flung a leg over to one side and moved off Jeremy and laid on his own
back.

Jeremy leaned back, next to him, and enjoyed that he was alive after all
their recent experiences. He enjoyed that he could hear the sound of the
tide and the birds and what else--oh yes, if a stupid plane flew
overhead. The warm summer breeze after a night of blue moon washed over him
from head to foot. It felt particularly good at his chest, which swelled
with rest and recovery.


Jesse touched shoulder to shoulder with Jeremy.

Jeremy gasped.  "Wow," was all he could manage, "You so do me."

"Not done."  Jesse's blond haired head rose up and licked a meaty clump of
foam off of Jeremy's pelvis. Jeremy quivered with the touch--almost a
moving back at first, like when one is tickled gently.

Jesse swallowed more and more until he too had to release a cannon full of
scum into Jeremy's bare ass as he, in a fit of erotica turned the
eager-to-please Jeremy onto his stomach and dove his prick deep into.


Doctor Who, Jesse and Jeremy Part 154

THE BESSIE BEACH CHASE

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a1AnTi1X2QM

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eF_tGNwTZbs


July 14—Monday

Out on the Sound, a huge sailboat careened mildly on the surface. A wife
hugged her husband as he sailed.

On the other side of the Sound, a luxury liner's crew began to get it ready
to sail.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LfWJ5DpKQhA
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OlGE7_vRUdI

Jesse looked around. The beach started to clear out of people but there
remained a good proportion of sun bathers, lanky surfers, stocky muscled
body boarders, frolicking older gay men, and, of course, life guards. Off
to the far end of the beach was the Robert Moses Lighthouse, solemn and
solitary at this time of day.
https://www.flickr.com/photos/photography_by_ellen_dunn/6956685943/

Jeremy noticed.  "Wanna go?"

"Yeah. I don't think we're gonna see the things, literally, that we saw
last time," Jesse stated. "I just wanna take one more dip in...it'll cool
me off."

Jeremy put hands to Jesse's hips. "You're so hot, I don't think so."  He
kissed him on the mouth. "I'll be right behind you."

"Oooo, I hope so," Jesse joked and started to make his way down to the
actual water. Up to his neck, wading, walking in the sand underwater, Jesse
stared out at a sea gull easily gliding the blue sky. Far off to his left
and very high up, someone was parasailing in a bright multi colored
sail. "This is the life."  He put his head up to the enlightening sun.

When Jeremy finished putting all the gear away, he followed Jesse into the
water. The sun was shining. Jesse was in up to his neck. Jeremy waded over
to him and from behind, pulled down his speedo. Jesse laughed, "Whoa, you
don't think I'd mind that, do you?"  "No."  Jeremy swam under him, between
his legs and opened his mouth, letting penis enter it.

Jesse gasped as Jeremy sucked him from underwater. He arched his back. The
mix of warm mouth and slightly colder water felt amazing. So, too, did the
swaying of the water along with Jeremy's gyrations. Jesse gasped. He let
this go on for 45 seconds and then moved backward so that the water was now
just above his belly button. Jeremy hadn't broken contact. He followed,
still sucking. Moving his mouth up and down, the swishing of waters from
mouth and sea.

Jesse wondered how long Jeremy could hold his breath and recalled when
Jeremy did it in the past, he held his breath for a long time.

A woman, about 30 years old and wearing a swim cap, swam from the further
reaches up toward the beach. She glanced at Jesse. Jesse couldn't really
focus on her but tried. He looked down. Jeremy started to come up, taking
penis in mouth but then had to let it go. Jesse used both hands and pushed
Jeremy back down but he had to come up. Jeremy came up and pulled Jesse to
him and kissed him. Their stomachs and chests met. The woman nodded and
smiled and then dropped the smile and quickly made her way back to the sand
and her towel.

"We still have an audience?"  Jesse asked as he found Jeremy backed him up
so that only their ankles were in the surf. Water splashed around them. It
was still very sunny but the day was getting late.

"I don't think so but I don't care."  Jeremy nuzzled with his mouth under
Jesse's chin and kissed. "Am I getting to first base?"

"Uh huh."  Jesse closed his eyes and lifted his head. He had his hands on
the back of Jeremy's head. Jeremy held Jesse around the waist.

Jeremy kissed Jesse's shoulder and worked his way up to the nipples and
then the cheek.  "Second base?"  Jeremy kissed Jesse's mouth.

"Ahh, uh."  Jesse looked down between them.

Jeremy lowered his hands to Jesse's ass and squeezed.  "Third base?"
Jeremy kissed him open mouthed and easily ran his torso up against Jesse's
torso.

Jesse looked up and kissed Jeremy back, finally. "Home run."  He ran his
hands through Jeremy's hair and they moved faces around each
other. "Please, send nine players up to the plate..."

Jeremy laughed and they kissed again. Suddenly, Jesse felt something brush
against his leg. From the water, a claw rose up and it had five malformed
fingers, each with a dull nail on them. The brush against Jesse's leg
became a grab but it didn't scratch him or break skin at all. The thing was
on its back and washing ashore. Jesse broke the kiss from Jeremy and turned
his gaze sharply downward.


 http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/newstopics/howaboutthat/2524385/Montauk-Monster-A-hoax-to-promote-a-film.html

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When it was alive, its bloated body appeared to have been gray but huge
purple and red bruises almost filled the entire color scheme and blocked
the gray. The hind quarters looked fragile as if something from inside
could break through at any moment. The mouth appeared to be a mouth within
a mouth and there were sharp teeth in both. The ears looked like a boxer
that had too many fights. It looked almost like a rodent and a reptile at
the same time. It had a tail. The feet looked almost like flippers but had
the same elongated, mutated look that the front claws had. The claws
dropped to the water, harmlessly. Jeremy stooped to see what it was while
Jesse instinctively moved back from it.

"Oh my God!"

"Not quite. It's dead."

(MUSIC: A PRESSING NEED TO SAVE THE WORLD from DOCTOR WHO: STOLEN EARTH:
soundtrack season four: track 24)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fDxS_1H48b0


"Poor thing. What the fuck was it, though?"

"I imagine someone's been doing some experiments."  Jeremy looked around.

"Same as the bird and the apple. The bird with one leg..."  Jesse moved
closer to Jeremy and put a hand no his back to peer at the monster.

"We should get K9 and get some photographic evidence before..."  He looked
up and heard a helicopter. It was black. "Let's get out of here. Now."
They ran up, out of the water, to the dry part of the beach.

"Our stuff?"

"Leave it," Jeremy told him, "We can get it later."  He looked as the
helicopter lowered itself and swept toward them.  "Or not, as they might
take it."

 They were both being watched by men in black.

"Sir, they've spotted the thing."

"Chronon energy. They must have it on them. They're time travelers. The
beast, even dead, was drawn to it, and them, like a magnet. Or perhaps it's
what he called the artron energy. Or a combination. That's why the birds
sought them out, too."

"Maybe they've also got that Void Stuff on them, too, sir?"

"That would be interesting."

"And cum stuff, too. As they're probably gay."  The underling laughed.

"Don't make jokes, Number One."

"No?"

"Hell, no."

"What do you want us to do now, sir?"

"Take them. I want them alive, do you understand me, Number One? Alive!"

"Yes, sir. I always follow your orders."  Number One turned to Number
Two. "We take them."

"Alive?"

"Yes but if we have to, we use force. As much as necessary. And...if they
get dead, well, that's just tough luck. Collateral damage."

Number One and Number Two called others. Then, they both moved to the two
boys. "Hey! You guys with him?"  Jeremy asked, bravely.

"Yeah, you should be ashamed of yourselves, mistreating animals like this."

"Shut up," Number One said and pulled a gun.

"Oh, I wondered when that would come out."  Jeremy turned to Jesse but
didn't hesitate. He round kicked the gun from Number One's hand very
fast---and sand from his foot coated Number One's face, too, and at the
same time he punched out at Number Two, who began to take out his gun. Both
guns fell to the sand. "RUN!"

Jesse didn't waste time. He ran up the sand.  Two men nearby
watched. Jeremy caught up to Jesse and they both ran. "Don't wait for me,"
Jeremy told him, "I'll cover the ...your rear."

"Normally, I'd say that's fine but you..."

"Will you just run?"

The sailboat was heading toward the first bridge on the Robert Moses
Causeway. The sail was so high it would not make the bridge. The man at the
controls watched and waited for it. He was ready. He turned to the other
side. The sailboat was coming from the West heading back to port. The
luxury liner was moving out, slowly but surely, from the dock on the
East. The two would be coming at the bridge at the same time. They would
both need the bridge to open.

About 15 more men in black (all of them wearing shades) emerged from the
dunes and ran down at them. Which, Jeremy, thought, was a mistake. If they
had just waited further up the dunes, they could have overtaken both of
them. Jeremy stood his ground. Jesse hesitated. He turned to watch as
Jeremy took them all down with karate, ju jitsu, kung fu, and other
defensive moves. The fight didn't last long but Jeremy was all over the men
with flashing feet, arms, elbows, hands, fingers, neck holds, wrestling
moves, and more. Guns were on the sand.

Jeremy puffed, "You obviously don't want to kill me or you would have shot
me."  The men on the ground started to recover. "And the fight's over so
you can just tell me..."

One man on the ground, puffed. "It's not over."

Two of the men got past Jeremy and ran at Jesse. Jeremy turned, "Jesse,
watch out!"

Jesse ducked as a man jumped at him but then pulled a gun. The other pulled
his gun as well. The sea gull was observing all of this. It snarled. And
dove. The gull headed right the three of them, tangled as they were as
first one of the men grabbed Jesse's left arm and the other, his right
arm. The sea gull snarled and showed sharp fangs. It dive bombed the men
and hit one's hand, bloodying the wrist and making him drop both his gun
and his hold on Jesse. Jesse smacked the other one with his free hand. A
third man came at Jesse but the sea gull smashed into the man's face and
flew off again. The man grabbed at his face, his nose bloody and he
yelled. Jesse turned and ran. Beach goers were too confused to do anything.

"What're ya gonna do, tackle my ankles?"  Jeremy shrugged.

>From a crowd of beach goers came 20 more men in black. They ran at
Jeremy. "Shoot them if you have to," one man suggested.

Number One, recovered, ordered, "You can't shoot into this crowd."

An old man came between them and Jeremy. "What is this all about?"

Number One was effectively blocked by this old man, even if the others
weren't. "Please sir, they're dangerous criminals. Get out of my way!!!"

Jeremy took this chance to turn and run. He waved Jesse on. Jesse ran up
the sand and it was tough going. It was harder for the men in black as they
wore black shoes. The helicopter came down at Jesse as he reached the board
walk area but wasn't on it, yet. He looked up and almost fell back. A
family came off the board walk and the copter took off to higher air. Jesse
started running again. Jeremy was not yet behind him. Jeremy ran from some
25 men now.  Some of the men running after them didn't heed to the
civilians in the way. One elbowed a 37 year old man who fell. Another ran
into a girl who carried an ice cream cone. The cone was all over his shirt
now and the girl was on the floor, her shoulder hurting. Another man in
black pulled a gun but an apple hit him in the head. He turned with his gun
and waved it. He yelled, "Who threw that?"  The apple had wings of a dove
and fluttered in his face. He leveled his gun to shoot it but two 12 year
old children, a boy and a girl, threw sand in his face, protecting the
apple dove, which then flew away. The man fell back and rubbed his eyes
clean of sand. The children ran and when his eyes came clean, he waved his
gun at a 90 year old couple, who opened their mouths. He put his gun back
in his shoulder holster and frustrated, turned and ran after Jeremy again
but knew he had no hope in overtaking the athletic blond.

Jeremy ran and a new man started to out run him. A 21 year old, slim but
muscled surfer dude turned out from a tent, a girl wrapped around him. He
held a surfboard, incredibly as the girl was all over him. The surfer dude
turned his surfboard around and knocked the pursing man flat just as the
man had reached Jeremy.  Still running, Jeremy turned, waved, and nodded to
him.

"Stop that boy!"  One of the men in black called to a life guard who jumped
off the life guard station and while he looked confused, he jumped at
Jeremy, who jumped up at him, arm extended, palm to just under the man's
nose.

The lifeguard, a big 25 year old muscle stud, went down hard. "Sorry!"
Jeremy yelled and ran past him.  "So, so sorry but they mean to kill me! Or
worse!"

Jesse was running in the parking lot.  "Why'd we have to park so far
away?!"  He had run up the boardwalk and through the open area between the
restaurant station and the bath room area, both dark brown in color. His
bare feet hit the hot cemented black parking lot but he didn't notice any
pain caused. His feet were not on any one spot that long. One of the men in
black was in the playground area, having already scared all the children
and their parents away.

"I got you now, kid. This'll stun you only so..."  He had Jesse in his
sights on a long stun rifle with a very pointy dart. Just as he started to
pull the trigger, a deer jumped from the nearby dune area and trampled on
him. He yelled once and fell silent as the deer made its way back to the
side of the playground and onto a new dune.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mbyp55kHN3I

Jeremy emerged from open spot between the bathroom area and the restaurant
area. The men followed. Some edged around from the other side. Others came
around the further side.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mbyp55kHN3I



K9 spotted Jesse and Jeremy running. On the back seat, K9 looked at the
back of the front seat, which contained a TV monitor/scanner. "Familiar
behavior pattern noted in masters."  He took off and zipped over the
parking lot and Jesse's head.

The men who had edged around the closer path, bypassed the bathroom area,
and were about to close in on Jeremy. K9 stunned all 9 of them. They landed
on their backs as beach goers tried to walk through the area. A pair of
women watched from the bath room area. One called the police on her cell
phone.

The helicopter flew down at Jeremy. Inside it, one man said to the pilot,
"We have no choice. We can use this to stun them."

"Get it wrong and we could kill them."

"Collateral damage."

The man was about to press a button. K9 scanned the copter. Two small
barrels appeared from the front of the helicopter, one on each side of the
main cockpit. K9 blasted the barrels. He rounded on the copter, too. The
copter veered away from him.

K9 said to himself, "Pursuit aborted. Must protect masters."

Having looked up, Number One stopped running, and took out a small metallic
box. He pressed a button on it and it lit up.

K9 tried to fire at the other pursing men. Nothing happened. He flew lower
to just above Jeremy's head.  "Master, they have neutralized my stun and
blaster. I can still distract them by..."

Jeremy turned to see about 15 men still chasing. "No, K9, get back to
Bessie before they neutralize you totally."

"Affirmative."

"Get Bessie started and out of here!"  Jeremy ran.

K9 was in Bessie before Jesse reached the yellow roadster. "K9, get it
going!"  Jesse yelled.

"Affirmative! Affirmative!"  K9 was in the front seat. His antenna reached
out from his head and touched the ignition key area. It zapped and the car
turned on. "You are a very cooperative machine."

Jesse jumped into the passenger seat. "C'mon!"

"I am doing it!"  K9 backed Bessie up and turned toward the men.

The men were right behind Jeremy. Jesse gasped, "He's not...we're not going
to get away from them!"

"Affirmat...negative."  K9 scanned Bessie's dashboard. His lights
flashed. The dashboard flashed. "Exact precision noted."

>From Bessie's front, black oil shot out and allowed a path only for
Jeremy's feet as he ran. He ran right at Bessie. The men behind him,
slipped and fell all over. One managed to run in Jeremy's steps and was
right behind. Jesse yelled, "Jeremy, jump for it!"

"Shoot them!"  One of the men yelled and Jeremy wasn't sure it was Number
One or Number Two. They all sounded the same. Like clones, he thought.

Jeremy dove headfirst, then put his arms out as he landed in Bessie's
backseat. K9 swung the car around to face the exit. A car was in front of
Bessie driving very slow for the toll area. K9 tooted Bessie's horn and
swerved around it. An old man was driving. An old woman was next to him.


Bessie passed a neat sign that had an artwork picture of a deer eating out
of a human hand that read, "This leads to..."

"This..." the next sign read. It showed an artwork piece of a deer getting
hit by a car. It also read, "Last year 18 deer deaths caused by
cars. Caution."

"K9, do you want me to take over?"  Jesse asked.

"Negative."

"Me?" Jeremy asked from the backseat.

"Negative. You have to fight the man on the back tire."

"WHAT?"  Jeremy looked. The man had dived after him and was holding onto
the back tire and trunk of Bessie. He climbed up at Jeremy.  "Dude, this is
too easy. If we fight and you fall, you're gonna die."

"Look. I just want you to stop the car," the man pulled a gun. "Or I shoot
you."  He looked at the metal dog driving. "What the hell is that?"

"Oh, just the next stage of canine evolution," said Jeremy at the same time
that he smacked the man's hand and the gun flew off. The man hopped over
the back into the back seat. He punched at Jeremy's face but found himself
blocked at every attempt. Jeremy ducked. The man swung. The man grabbed at
Jeremy's shoulders. Jeremy stuck his arms in between the man's and batted
them out from inside, then fisted both hands into the man's face.

Jesse yelled, "There's a military academy ---Coast Guard, too, just over to
the right. Maybe they'll help us!"  The helicopter was behind them, too. It
flew in low.

"For all we know, they're part of it, too!"  Jeremy ducked. The man took
Jeremy's shoulder with one arm and stuck his other arm between Jeremy's
legs. "Please! Not on the first date!"

Jesse looked. With mounting fear, he realized the man meant to throw Jeremy
out from the car. Driving at this speed, it would surely kill Jeremy. Jesse
punched back and hit the man's ass cheek. The man turned, dangling Jeremy
horizontally, and looked at Jesse. He raised an eyebrow. "Think that'd hurt
me? Don't worry, kid, you're next. I've had about enough of both of you!"

"I take it you're not gay. Then, I won't need this."  Jesse punched into
the man's dick and the man dropped Jeremy on his head but inside
Bessie. Jeremy put both hands out to break his fall and kicked up at the
man's face. The man, leveled two guns now, one at Jesse and one at Jeremy
but was kicked in face even as his dick hurt. He tumbled out of Bessie and
hit his head on the pavement outside the car and died instantly.

"Oh, shit!"  Jeremy righted himself to look at the dead man.

"We had to. He wanted to kill you! And me!"

"Not that!"  Jeremy pointed, "That!"


(MUSIC: Doctor Who Season Four: Corridors and Fire Escapes twice,
soundtrack season four, track 4)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G0c-EK4fCPs

Behind Bessie were five black cars, indescribable but for chrome, black all
over, windows you could not see through, and a very fast look to them. They
appeared to Jesse like very fast limousines. "Shit! They're gaining on us!"

"K9, haul ass!"  Jeremy said from the back seat.

"Please verify last command."

"Drive fast!"  Jeremy yelled. "Jesse, come back here."  He didn't hear
K9's, "Affirmative."

"What? Whatever for?"

"There's some kind of trunk back here. Maybe we can use something in it to
stop them."

Jesse joked, "Affirmative."  The limousines were chasing Bessie along the
beach highway. This was perpendicular to Robert Moses Causeway. Where the
two intersect was a huge, thick water tower, often mistaken for a
lighthouse structure.  http://www.panoramio.com/photo/10368069 Three
intersecting roads were there. Two led to the Robert Moses Causeway.
https://search.yahoo.com/search?fr=mcafee&type=A011US0&p=robert+moses+water+tower


"K9, back here!"  Jeremy hopped into the seat, "K9, let me drive."  Jeremy
looked down, "What's this do?"

K9 started to answer, "That is the..."

Jeremy pulled the lever. He, Jesse and K9 were thrown back into their seats
as the car charged ahead even faster.

K9 finished, "Hyper drive."

Smoke came out the back of the car. Smoke hit the limousines. Number One
was in the head limousine. He yelled, "Number Two, drive faster! I want to
be right on top of them!"

"Both at the same time?"

"Don't be funny! Catch them!"

The first limousine sped up, through the clearing smoke. Jesse looked and
held on. He turned back to the wind shield. He saw the brick red water
tower looming up on them. "What're you doing? We're going too fast! You're
gonna crash this thing!"

Number Two's limousine tried to get to the side and tore down the Fields 4
and 5 sign with the arrow that pointed to the real light house. Number Two
swung the car right after Bessie again at full speed, his foot down on the
gas pedal.

"You forget!"  Jeremy ran Bessie straight at the Water Tower, which looked
like a light house. The straight, stiff image filled the wind
screen. Bessie stopped just short of it and Bessie jerked backward at the
last moment. "Minimum Inertia for us."

Number One and Number Two's limousine crashed right into it, having caught
up very quickly. The car's driver tried to swerve toward Bessie at the last
second but didn't manage it. This resulted in the right side of the
limousine hitting the brick building. The brick didn't give. The limousine
was nearly split in two, crushing metal on the right side, twisted gears
pointing to the left side. It stopped and hovered half in the building and
half around it. Hanging out the left side's broken window was Number One,
bloody. Dead. If Jeremy had seen the other side, he would have seen Number
Two also dead, having been thrown to the right. "I don't think they had
their seat belts on," Jeremy said, without sarcasm. He tore Bessie around
the other side of the Water Tower and tore it onto the Robert Moses
Causeway. By this time, the other limousines had caught up and while one
stopped to see the wreckage, three more shot after Bessie.

Jeremy swung Bessie north onto the parkway.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vo79D2pGHDU

By now, four more limousines joined the chase. Some of them must have come
from the westerly side of Robert Moses Beaches, sections one and two. The
front one had a man in black firing his gun out the window.

Jesse yelled, "They're shooting at us!"

"Keep your head down!"

Jesse saw a sign that read, "25 miles an hour? Are they kidding?"  Bessie
was doing close to 80. The first bridge was just ahead. It was green. "Oh!
No!"  Jesse gasped.  A red light was barely glimpsed as Jeremy shot Bessie
past it. He had a look of raw determination on his face.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vo79D2pGHDU

(MUSIC: A PRESSING NEED TO SAVE THE WORLD from DOCTOR WHO: STOLEN EARTH:
soundtrack season four: track 24)

The red light meant the bridge was open. To their left, the wide open water
housed a titanic sailboat which slowly made its way at the open
bridge. Bessie shot up the ramp. Jesse was saying, "Oh no, no, no!"

Jeremy wrinkled up his forehead and his eyebrows made an almost Vee as that
look of determination turned to wide eyed fanaticism. If anyone saw his
face at the moment, they would have thought he was crazy. Jesse said so,
"You're crazy!!!"  He shut his eyes. A horn blast from one of the boats
scared him and made him jump before Bessie jumped.

As sailboat passed luxury liner...

Jesse opened one eye. "That liner is called Ilikedepussy, Too? Isn't that a
bit politically incorrect?"

As Bessie left the ramp and sailed over air, in between luxury liner and
sailboat, Jeremy answered. "That's why I like it!"  Jesse was yelling as
Bessie was in mid-air. If he looked to the right he would have seen the two
ships passing each other. If he looked to the left, he would have seen the
same thing. Bessie sailed through the space in between. It landed on the
ramp on the other side and kept going, past shocked motorists waiting for
the bridge to close.

One of the limousines tried to do the same thing and smashed into the ramp
on the opposite side, killing the driver and the man shooting out the
window.  Bits of the car fell into the water as the two ships passed by and
the car bits did minimal damage to the ships but they did do some damage. A
front fender smashed onto the name plate of Ilikedpussy and left it as
Ilikepuss. The rest of the car bounced the hood against the top and side of
the sailboat and then from there into the water. It sank fast, too. The two
men were already dead as it sank.


(MUSIC: DOCTOR WHO SEASON FOUR, TRACK 4 CORRIDORS AND FIRE ESCAPES)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G0c-EK4fCPs

Shooting past the sign for Captree beach on their right, another exit was
on their left. Driving the wrong way on both sides were more limousine
cars! "More of them!"  Jesse yelled. "They almost hit those cars!"

"I can see that!"  Jeremy yelled, "I don't think we can...K9, what's in
that trunk?"

"About 100 items from across time and space."

"100? Maybe we can use some of them as a weapon," Jesse chimed in.

Jeremy nodded, "K9, take the wheel!"

"Again?"

"Yes, again? What is that? Will you do it?"

K9 sighed. "Affirmative."  They could tell he was aggravated.

Jeremy shot Jesse a look of amusement. A gun shot blasted at the windscreen
from inside. It didn't leave a mark but Jesse felt it was too
close. "They're shooting at us, too!"

"Keep your head down."  Jeremy climbed in back at the same time K9 settled
into the driver seat and put his antenna into the steering again.

Jeremy positioned himself over the trunk. A shot almost hit him but hit the
trunk instead. It opened. Jeremy smiled and waved, "Thank you very much."
He tried to lift the first object himself. "Jesse, get back here, I need
you!"

"I thought you wanted me to keep my head down!"

"Get back here!"

Jesse hopped the seat, avoiding a bullet that hit the back of the
seat. "What?"

"Help me lift this?"

"That...that?"

"Yes, c'mon!"  Jeremy and Jesse, as the warm wind tore through their hair,
lifted a Weeping Angel out of the trunk and Jeremy counted to three. They
let it go. It landed and bumped on the highway. It was sideways. One of the
limousines tried to avoid it and spun on one side. The limousine went up on
one side of its wheels and seemed to miss the Weeping Angel. Jesse and
Jeremy admitted defeat but suddenly, the thing seemed to bend upward and
hit the bottom of the limousine. This gave the effect of ruining the bottom
of the car and caused it to catch fire. The limousine ground to a halt and
the bottom was quickly fully aflame. Two men ran out while it exploded. One
of the men had his back on fire and rolled onto the grass after running
there. The other man took his black jacket off and Jesse noted that even
his button shirt was black. The man put out the fire on his comrade. A
Weeping Angel was behind him. As he finally put the fire out on his
comrade, he breathed out in relief. Something was behind him and
he...turned...and was gone. His comrade's body was never found
either. About five more limousines were after Bessie, Jesse, Jeremy and
K9. The Weeping Angel was gone, too.

Distracted, Jeremy looked as a motorcycle came from the other way, heading
south, and drove past. The motorcyclist turned a white helmeted head at
Jeremy. There were sunken eyes in bone sockets. The thing snarled at
him. Jeremy gasped. "Did you see that?!!"

"NO!" Jesse tossed out a toaster that belonged to Milo Clancy.  "A sonic
toaster!"

"Belonged to Milo Clancy," K9 informed them.

"It was a skull man on a motorcycle."


"There's a pirate horror show going on at the boardwalk," K9 informed
him. "Rehearsals are today, master."

"Yeah, well, he's dressed up."

"Suggest he wants to be what some humans call in character."

"Too in character for me. I wonder if...it's another one...or the same
one?"

"Insufficient data."

"Yeah, well you never do know the fucking answer when it's important, do
you?"

K9 made a sad sound.

"Oh, K9, just kidding! You can take a joke, can't you? K9, sulking is a
...a human trait."

"No need for insults, Young Master."

"K9, I love you!"

"Affirmative," K9 said and he sounded happier than usual. "This unit feels
the same way..."

"LOOK!"  Jesse cried out as he paused from grabbing objects.

The next car ran the sonic toaster over and it exploded under it. On fire,
the limousine drove right off a smaller bridge that they just passed. The
occupants had to be burned alive. Jesse was wide eyed. "Do we have the
right?"

"Of course we do! They're trying to kill us!"  Jeremy yelled and tossed out
a box of badges that read "You're a Genius."


(MUSIC: Doctor Who Season Four: Corridors and Fire Escapes twice,
soundtrack season four, track 4)


"A backgammon game?"  Jesse asked as he took one out. "It...it's in
Chinese!"

Jeremy nodded for him to toss it. He also tossed something that looked like
a small cone shaped sucker. K9 told him, "Skarasen control
device. Inactive."

"What's a Skarasen then when it's at home?"  Jeremy asked.

"Loch Ness Monster."

Jeremy paused in tossing a MASQUE OF MANDRAGORA mask that Sarah Jane once
wore, out.  "THE Loch Ness Monster? Really?"

"Affirmative."

"Well, I'm impressed."  He threw the mask.

"This unit shall explain."

"Negative! Just keep driving!"  Jeremy yelled and picked up
something. "This is more like it!"

K9 said, "Hairdryer."

"Oh great, lock and load," Jeremy joked as he threw the hair dryer out. The
thing hit the windshield of the next limousine and broke it. "That's some
hair dryer!"

"What else? Let's see!"  Jesse looked. "This trunk has almost more room
than the Doctor's pockets."

"Maybe more because of his dick, his pockets don't have that much room."

"That's because of us."  Jesse smiled at him. The wind whipped through
their hair.

The hail of bullet fire drew them back to what they were doing. For a
moment, they stopped firing. Then, a man leaned out the right window of the
limousine with what looked like a machine gun.

Jesse saw the machine gun. "Jeremy!"

"Here!"  Jeremy lifted a picture frame. "The Mona Lisa!"

K9 chirped.  "One of."

"All right, then, K9 one of the Mona Lisa's."  Jeremy nodded and threw
it. It landed on the head of the man with the machine gun and he and gun
fell out the window to his death.

"You know, just before you tossed it, I could have sworn I saw THIS IS A
FAKE written on the back."

"Affirmative Master Jesse."

"Binoculars with spikes that come out of them!??"

"What's he doing with those?"

The Doctor's mask and costume from BLACK ORCHID.

"TIRE!"  Jeremy yelled.

"That's our spare!?"

"Well done, Jesse."

"We no longer need spares. This vehicle, Bessie, is equipped with
self-inflation, self-repairing tires."

"Undo it on your end."

"If I do that, we'll never get out of here."

"Stop joking around, Jess! Do it!"

Soon enough, they had the tire between them. "You know there's more between
us than just a great big round rubber," Jesse joked. They threw it. The
tire bounced and hit another limousine, slowing it down.

Jeremy took a poster and threw it. It landed on a windshield and slowed
another limousine, almost to a half. It read, "IT IS FORBIDDEN TO THROW
BODIES INTO THE RIVER."

A ROBOTS OF DEATH Robot deactivator was tossed. Jesse threw a sign that
read, "HAVE YOU GOT YOUR OXYMASK?"

"They didn't know how to spell on that asteroid," Jeremy said as he tossed
a sign that said, "ISOLAYSHUN WARD."

"Futuristic humanity."

"Yeah, well futuristic humanity doesn't know how to spell."

"A case of...celery?"

"Praxis gas alarm."

"Excuse me?"

"Turns purple in the presence of Praxis gas, dangerous to Doctor Master."

"He could also eat it," Jesse joked, "If nothing else, it'd be good for his
teeth."

"Time Destructor."  K9 told Jesse as he tossed something. "Inactive. This
unit hopes."

Jeremy picked up two round globes. "Not as round as yours."

"Yeti control sphere. Inactive."

Jeremy frowned. "One hopes?"

"Doubly hopes, Master Jeremy."

Jesse tossed a pair of gas masks. Jeremy threw over a Chameleon Arch. "A
fob watch..."  Jeremy said as he threw that despite K9's protests not to.

"Axonite."

"Inactive."

"Metabelis Crystal."

"Inactive."

"Doctor's Pipe."

"Inactive."

"Oh, he better not fucking smoke anymore!"

Jesse handed an object to Jeremy.  "This looks like...a...a...skull."

"Inactive."

"Okay, I'm officially creeped out by the Doctor, now," Jeremy stated as he
threw the skull like a baseball. It smashed into and through the windshield
of another limousine but the driver had seen it coming and ducked. The
limousine kept coming. There were still three of them shooting after
Bessie.

"A hand in a jar."

"Active."

Jesse looked at Jeremy's find. Jesse commented, "Okay, now I'M officially
creeped out by the Doc, too."

"Some kind of melted candle urn."

"Kron Tep. Inactive."

"Mackenzie's Condensed Cream of Scotland Yard."

K9 told them, "That one does not bear thinking about, Masters."

"Sonic lipstick!? Maybe the Doc's secret life is as a woman?"

"Negative. That was my dear former best friend's."

"A fake head of something called Kroll."

A chess set. River Song's diary. A baby bassinet with the symbol of crossed
computers on it.

"What is this lash up?"

K9 told them, "Randomizer left inside the Argolin Helmet of
Theron. Inactive both."

"Good, good," Jesse said.

"Glad to hear it," Jeremy chucked it. "I wish it would randomize them."

One of the limousine drivers said, "Sir, they just threw a doll at us."

Jesse looked, "That doll I just threw, was that a doll?"

"Negative and positive, Master. Syn."

"We're all sinners, aye, K9? It was a sin. Good waste of a Halloween
decoration."

The doll was not found in the highway later on.

The two of them heaved a huge box out and it landed on the hood of one of
the chasing vehicles. The box tipped sideways and the contents spilled out
onto the windshield and from there, scattered like living creatures off
both sides of the automobile. The contents rolled along the highway: straw
Cricket hats, straw 7th Doctor hats, three multi colored umbrellas—with
question mark handles, ten red Fezzes, a variety of hats including a stove
pipe hat, 30 bowties, hundreds of recorders, and a dozen of very long multi
colored scarves (from all seven seasons of Tom Baker's Doctor Who), some
mostly burgundy.  Jesse and Jeremy were wide eyed. "That's so cool."  All
of these things littered the road behind the limousines, which drove over
some of them.

"Love's Labor Lost. Third Edition?"  Thrown, the pages came undone and
Shakespeare's pages littered the road, amid Fezzes, bowties, recorders, and
multi colored scarves.

"Vortex Manipulator? Looks like a weapon."

"Inactive."

Jesse nodded and put one hand out. "That's shit."

Jeremy handed it to him. "Do the honors."

The Vortex Manipulator, tossed, became stuck in one of the limousine's
front fenders, sticking out like a penis.


Jesse held up a three handled flash that seemed to glow green. "What da
fuck?"

K9 was commenting from behind the wheel of Bessie as he sat on the front
seat and drove.  "Fenric flask. Inactive."

"It's shit."  Jesse tossed it. It went to one side of the Vortex
Manipulator.

"Time Lord Message Globe. In active."

"That's shit," Jesse told Jeremy, who held it.

Jeremy tossed it and it landed next to the other side of the Vortex
Manipulator, effectively creating an art piece of...

Jesse pointed and laughed. "A penis and balls!"

"That car has some balls chasing us!"  Jeremy joked.

"Koh-i-Nor."

"That's shit," Jesse said and threw it.

"Yee Ha!"  Jeremy had a Cybermat by the tail and swung it around like some
lasso. "This'll teach you!"  He let it go and it hit the windshield of a
limousine and caused cracks all over it.

"The lost papers of Tommy Flowers?"  Jeremy tossed it.

"Owh, I like his name," Jesse said as he tossed a book that had this as a
cover: "Agatha Christie's The Murder of Roger Ackroyd."

"Jethrik."

It took the two of them to throw over a German Lorenz machine. This stopped
another limousine. Now, there were only two.

A box of Janis Thorns here and a folder of Money Pencils there. All thrown
overboard.

"NOT THAT BOOK!"  K9 yelled just as Jesse was about to throw over the red
book, THE WORSHIPFUL AND ANCIENT LAW OF GALLIFREY.

"A sink or toilet plunger?"

"That's not just a plunger."

"Oh."

"Egg beater stick."

"That's not just an egg beater stick."

"Think I'd recognize them by now?"  Jesse tossed it. By now, some of the
limousine hoods were littered with the objects thrown. Some fell helplessly
to the ground.  Some were later found but more on that later.

Jeremy threw out a box and it opened and rings came out. Jesse shouldered
up to him. "Say, those looked expensive!"

"It's the Doctor we're talking about. What does he care about expense?"

"True dat."  Jesse turned back to the impossibly deep trunk. Jesse lugged
an old fashioned 1950s Television Set (the logo on it read "Magpie
Electricals") to the top of the trunk. "Jer..."  Jeremy helped him toss it.

"Feed me," K9 barked.

"You can reenergize later."

"Reference to the TV, young master."

"Tell us about it later," Jeremy ordered.  "There's a bridge coming up
again!"

"Oh no!"  Jesse gasped.

"Get in the passenger seat!"  Jeremy said. More limousines came from exits
in front of them. Bessie ploughed through them, moving some aside. "There
must be more ahead. We've gotta get him outta here."

"What? No. That's shit."

"Master Jeremy. Suggest ejector seat."

"What? No way! Shit, no!"

"Can he survive that?"

"Look ahead."

A pirate ship facsimile was passing the next open bridge. The bridge had
closed but the pirate ship was still nearby. Jeremy nodded. "Yeah," he
said, his voice dripping with fascination and possibility. "Can you compute
trajectory and aim him at the pirate ship?"

"Pirate shit?"

"Ship. Pirate Ship! It must be for that show they're putting on later this
week."

"Affirmative, Master. Aiming possible for seat."

"Fuck that!" Jesse said, "Aim me? I'm not leaving you!"  He tried to get up
out of his seat. "Hey, I can't move!"

"Computed and set. Seat aimed."

"Look, will you let me go, K9! I'm warning you!"

Jeremy came from the back seat and squirmed around to kiss Jesse on the
lips. "Good luck!"

"Fire!"  K9 said.

"NOOOOO!"  Jesse flew up past the bridge as Bessie passed under it. The
seat belt flew off him and his body landed in the pirate ship's mizzen top
castle. A sort of Crow's Nest. Jesse was startled by his landing. "Wow!
That was awesome!"  He looked down. The helicopter sound made him look
up. A man threw himself out of the helicopter and on his back he wore what
looked like tanks. "Parajets!"  It was a kind of jet pack flying belt
attached to his waist and back. The man flew horizontally at Jesse and
grabbed him up from behind as Jesse looked around to find something to
defend himself with.

The man, seemingly of Russian descent, had a helmet on. He had Jesse's back
to his own front.

"Dude!"  Jesse called, "I'd like to have you fuck me but I'd like to get to
know you first. Maybe."

"Don't give me any more trouble or I'll just drop ya."

"Got ya, My Own Private Rocketeer."

Jeremy looked up at what just happened. "Jesse," he whispered. "Jesse."

"Master. New problem."

"Oh, really? What now?"

"I believe they are attempting to neutralize Bessie the same way they
neutralized me."

As the main body of the bridge ended, more limousines came out from more
exits, again traveling the wrong way. "K9, get Bessie to the Doctor. I want
you to stop, fly over them and get Bessie out of here."

"Suggest..."

"No, I'm going to follow Jesse."

"Impractical, Master. I..."

"Look, will you just do it! Please!"

"Affirmative."

"Good boy!"

(MUSIC: FROM LAND OF THE GIANTS-THE CRASH—wild ride music—from 1:05
to 1:37)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vcgfT5Bvxi8&list=UUOv6FEYo3quhrrGbq79dw2A&index=31

Bessie turned off the bridge end and to grass. It stopped. Jeremy jumped
over the side. Bessie started up again. The limousine men seemed
confused. "Who do we go after?"

"The boy!"

Men poured out of the limousines. More limousines formed a blockade. K9
focused on the center of the blockade. "Turbo boost activated."  K9 made
Bessie turbo jump over the line of limousines. They had tried to block
Bessie's path by forming the blockade. K9 headed right at them and then
like KNIGHTRIDER'S KITT 1000, just flew Bessie over them with a charge from
Bessie's anterior.

Jeremy ran along grass but soon realized there was too much bramble for him
to escape. He'd be caught in the brush so he decided to turn back onto the
green bridge and ran along on foot. He slipped and fell along a slight hill
and fell into a dirt pit. He landed on his stomach and hands. He shook dirt
out of his hair and spit out sand. "Ughh."  He then realized there were
other bodies around him. Partially decomposed bodies. Then, the smell hit
him. He screamed. He turned to one side and a semi skeleton was there on
its back. He jumped up and turned another way. A small tree held a full
skeleton. He screamed again and ran, tripping over a bone...a leg bone. His
face landed right near the mouth of another skull, this one with some flesh
on it and he could see the fillings inside the cavities of the man that
this once was. He screamed again and hiked up the hill to the bridge. By
this time, one man, a larger man began to follow him.

He heard the man say to his fellow men in black, "Leave him to me."  He
didn't see this man take off his shades and black coat and hand it to
another man. In fact, this man had on the only different outfit: a black
sweater and black pleated pants rather than suit pants. And black sneakers.

Jeremy ran to the center of the bridge. The man, who had to be almost seven
feet tall, reached him. Jeremy turned and knew at once, this was no
ordinary man in black. He was some kind of super athlete. Even a super
soldier. The man just dropped his shoulders. "Okay, now, you've given us
quite a run around. Now, it's time to come with me. Peacefully."

"I don't think so."  Jeremy said. He turned to run but the man grabbed
Jeremy's speedo. "Please! Not on the first date!"  He exposed Jeremy's butt
crack but Jeremy turned and fist punched the man in the jaw and then turned
again and double fist punched the man. The man seemed drawn back...a
little. Jeremy palmed him in the chin and punched the man's stomach but
with little effect. "Christmas! You're Jaws."

"My turn!"  The man grabbed at Jeremy's shoulders. Another man came up
behind "Jaws" but Jeremy punched the man. This man fell over the rail and
off the bridge but held onto the bottom with two hands. The water was below
him. The "Jaws" man pulled him back up over the rail. "I should have let
you fall! I told you I'll handle him!"  He looked as Jeremy had another
head start on him. He ran after Jeremy. He reached the boy again. Jeremy
was tired and there was only so much he could do against all these men.

Jeremy ran but the "Jaws" man grabbed at him again. Jeremy struggled as he
was grabbed from behind. He tried to turn again but the scuffle was as a
huge spray of water came from below the bridge. They battled on wet metal
now. Jeremy slipped and fell over the rail and off the bridge!




http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RKbT8KYiEwI

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=we7BNW8UqZw


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NOTE: Regarding the stuff thrown out of Bessie:


Later, the Brig would tell the Doctor that UNIT confiscated what artefacts
they could recover...artefacts that Jesse and Jeremy had thrown out of
Bessie's trunk. "You confiscated what from where now? They threw what at
who where now?"


Later, much later, at the two boys themselves, provided they survive, the
Doctor would say, "You threw what at them where?"

"In fact, sometime later, a relatively small family of rodent like homeless
people did a clean-up of the area and picked up many of the still usable
items. Subsequently, at internet café in B. Daltons Book Store in
Bohemia (yes, they walked there with grocery store wagons), they sold many
of the items on E Bay and Ioffer.com and became rich.  It is believed they
all went into politics, on both sides of the two party system. And yes, in
America although I am now tracking the possibility that one or two of them
emigrated to England where they either went into politics there or married
one of the princes."



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WCD_Aw9RXxU


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kn7GG6mqz5w