Date: Tue, 12 Apr 2005 19:51:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: Lisa Summers <uarkfan2001@yahoo.com>
Subject: Little Girl Lost (F/F, oral, romance, mast, supernatural)

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LITTLE GIRL LOST - Part 2

I awoke about 3 AM, the room dark around us, early morning clamminess
seeping under the door. Kes in my arms, her beautiful Latina body fragrant
and delicious in my grasp. I felt an itching at the scar in my calf, and
looked at it by the light of the hastily turned on bedside lamp.

"What is it?" Kes saying sleepily, her face adorable to me in the dim
light...."Kes, Kes! Look!"

Kes, a little more awake now, "What is it darling?" Not wanting to leave my
arms....."My leg, look at it..."

"It looks okay, what.....oh, my God!"

"That's just it, it looks....normal...as though I'd never been wounded!" I
exclaimed.

"And my cuts from the playground...they're gone?" Kes said, as she looked
wonderingly at the places on her arm and thigh where she'd suffered her
bloody cuts. There weren't any marks there. None at all.

"What the hell is going on?" I said. Kes moved back over to me and lay warm
in my arms.

"I need to think about this," she said, so I lay quietly, content to just
hold her. The next thing I knew, it was 9 AM, and the sun was streaming in
around the curtains. "Hey Sleepy-head," I heard Kes say. She was standing
in military issue bra and panties next to the dresser bureau with its small
coffee-maker, which was itself making various popping and smacking noises,
and issuing delicious coffee smells left and right.

"Did I dream last night?" I said. Kes walked over to me in the rumpled bed,
and leaned down and kissed me. I put my arm around her neck and pulled her
to me.

"Does this seem like a dream?" she said.

"Oh, yes!" I grinned, slipping my hand inside her panties to cup her warm
bottom. "Keep it comin'."

"Mmmmm, I could use some more of that, baby, I love your touch. But c'mon,
we need some breakfast, or at least I do. For some reason I'm very hungry
this morning," she grinned.

"Um, yeah, me too. Must be the country air." We quickly dressed, stealing
new lovers' excited looks at each other as we put on tee shirts and shorts,
then headed over to a breakfast place down the street, and ordered a full
round of eggs, ham, bacon, toast and more toast, yogurt, fruit cup, orange
juice and coffee. As we tucked in to the feast, Kes said, "There's some
kind of energy in this place. And I think that you and I are part of the
energy flow." She handed me two more slices of toast, and I wolfed them
down, as she inhaled a serving of strawberry yogurt.

"Are you talking some kind of paranormal thing?" I asked, washing the toast
down with a glass of juice.

"Yep," Kes said, as she poured herself her third cup of coffee. "You and I
have felt an electrical tingle when we touch, aside from, um, everything
else we've felt. And it seems to ebb and flow, getting stronger and then
weaker, why, I'm not sure. I don't even know where it comes from, or why it
affects us. But only here, in Premont, not back in Austin, or along the way
here."

"Is that normal, I mean, in the kind of circumstances you find?" I asked,
looking into her dark eyes. She wrinkled her nose, a very pretty mannerism,
I thought.

"Well, I've never encountered it before, and in all the writings in the
paranormal field about `energy,' I've never seen a reference to an energy
that a person could actually feel. And I've certainly never seen any energy
that could heal wounds," Kes said. "Or give people humongous appetites."

"Why here?" I asked her.

"I don't know...yet," Kes admitted. "Maybe it has to do with the death of
my little sister.  Maybe I feel it because I'm a relative. But why do you
feel it? You're not related, so far as I know..."

"Is it because you and I are close? Am I getting some kind of spillover?" I
asked.

"Well, we felt it even before we knew that there was a strong attraction,
remember?" she said.  "But maybe we'll find out more after studying the
site." We fell quiet then, concentrating on eating, and sneaking looks at
each other, and just grinning with happiness. I couldn't believe the
whirlwind of last night, that had gotten me to face up to my attraction to
women, and to have been so lucky as to fall in love with Kes. For it WAS
love I felt for her. Her sweet nature, lovely personality, and overall
beauty, were irresistible to me. I couldn't understand why everyone who had
ever met her hadn't fallen madly in love with her. I hoped that her
feelings were the same for me, but there was nothing I could do about it if
she didn't.

We left the restaurant, and headed up to the school. I made a courtesy call
on my cell phone to Lieutenant Montez at the Premont PD, to let him know
that we'd be on site. He thanked me, and asked that we keep them informed
if we found anything unusual. Kes and I arrived at the school, and began
pulling out her equipment. She had a lot of scientific looking stuff, most
of it to measure changes in temperature, light levels, sound recorders and
video equipment in the visible, infra-red and ultraviolet spectra, and some
other stuff which I didn't understand at all, and we began setting it up,
both inside and outside the school.

The outside was no problem, mainly setting the equipment in the area of the
see saw where Izel's body had been left, and the breezeway where Kes had
been knocked unconscious, and then what Kes said were controls, at some
distance from the school in an agreeable neighbor woman's front yard. Then
we prepared to enter the school itself.

Kes pulled out a ring of keys that she'd acquired from the School Board,
that allegedly would open every lock in the school. She had been told that,
for safety reasons the electricity could not be restored to the school, but
we had a small portable generator, several heavy duty flashlights, and lots
of batteries, and all of her sensors were battery driven, so we felt that
we'd be okay.  "Remember, yesterday that one cop said that the light
flashes might be `electrical circuits shorting out?'" Kes began.

"But there's no electricity to the school..." I finished.

Kes unlocked the main entrance, and the heavy blue-painted wooden door
creaked open outward, pushing aside a pile of leaves that eddies of wind
had gathered there over the years. I could see in my minds eye, the crowds
of children passing through those doors, chattering, laughing, full of hope
for their future, and I was saddened by the desolation, silence and
abandonment that now surrounded us, and that now ruled this sad little
school .

We entered, our feet leaving faint trails in the light layer of dust on the
floor. There were skylights all down the main hallways that served as the
skeleton of the school, emitting a dim light, but they, too were nearly
covered with several years' worth of dead leaves and Texas dust, limiting
the illumination to a level that allowed us to walk, but not see at all
clearly, down those long, forlorn hallways. We passed by sad, decaying
bulletin boards, with faded pink hearts bearing the names of children who
might have already gone on to begin producing children of their own.

A faded flyer announced a "Bowling Night" for teachers, the outcome now
faded into memory, perhaps the bowling alley itself now closed. The air was
thick with the dreamlike ghosts and shadows of those who had gone before. I
was startled when Kes spoke up.

"Do you feel it?" she asked. "Do you feel a weight on you?"

"I feel sad, as though all those children are dead and gone, but that's not
true," I said. "Is that what you mean?"

"Yes, it's palpable, you can almost literally reach out and feel a
depression, a weight, a .....presence."

"Like, the girl, um, your sister?" I asked.

"No, it's far stronger than anything like that. And it's malign. It's an
evil. We feel the absence of hope, a despair, an infinite sadness." I'm not
easily frightened - I've seen what people can do to each other. But what
Kes described was outside my experience, and I found THAT frightening.

We continued walking down the dim hall towards one end, passing classrooms
on both sides.  "We need to set up detectors in a matrix throughout the
building," Kes said. "And we need to get going. Why don't you go to the far
end of the building, and work your way back here, setting up these
detectors in every third classroom - we've got enough to cover the
building, and the playground, that way."

"I don't think we should be splitting up. That doesn't seem....safe. I
mean, I'm okay, I've got a weapon, and I've been in similar circumstances -
well, looking for perps, anyway," I said, watching a line of ants marching
up the light green wall behind Kes.

"What we MAY be looking at here isn't physical, it's
all.....ephemeral. While it might scare you, it can't actually HURT you,"
Kes said. She put her hand on my arm. Her warm, living touch was welcome in
this emotionally cold and empty place.

"YOU got hurt yesterday," I pointed out, my eyes locked in concern to hers.

"Mm, yes, but....well, that was probably more my fault than anything else -
I've NEVER seen a case of paranormal activity actually hurting someone, so,
please, it's okay. We've got our cell phones, right?" I didn't think that
separating was the best idea, but it was her research, and she was the
expert.

I dragged half the pile of equipment on a little fold-up carryall to the
far end of the `C,' and we figured we'd meet somewhere around the
breezeway, which was approximately in the middle of the building, composed
of an `elementary' wing and a `primary' wing. Kes set to work. As I
returned alone down the hall, I imagined all sorts of noises around me,
common to someone in a high stress situation.

Imagine if you had a friend hide somewhere in your house, and you knew she
was going to pop out and yell, `BOO!' That's pretty much a cop's life,
except that the friend is no friend, and could be carrying a
MAC-10. Through the half-light, I saw a thin strip of light at the end of
the hall, the door to the breezeway. I opened the door, squinting at the
sun light back in the world, crossed the breezeway, a distance of 20 feet,
then unlocked the hallway door and continued my Stygian journey to the far
end of the building, in the `primary' wing. Kes and I were now each alone
in separate halves of the building.

I walked past approximately 20 classrooms, ten on each side, each one with
door closed, a lineup of frightening choices yet to be made, until I got to
the end of the darkened hall. Obeying my instincts and experience, I looked
for the exit at this end, and I saw that it was chained shut.  "Great," I
thought. "I hope this place doesn't catch on fire." I tried the first
classroom door, and it was unlocked. It looked like it had been a lower
grade classroom, maybe kindergarten or first grade. The windows were all
painted over red, maybe to discourage vandals, whatever, it had worked. But
the room had an eerie hellish glow to it that depressed and frightened me
nearly as much as the whatzit activity Kes had been talking about.

I looked around the classroom. Except for the bizarre red color, the thin
film of dust overlaying everything in the room, and the sense of
abandonment and age that I could feel and see, it looked as though the
children and their teacher had stepped out for a fire drill. Pencils lay in
the small groove at the top of many desks, small childish tooth marks in
the thin yellow paint of the pencil, rendered by a child in deep thought,
returned spelling tests and other such paper paraphernalia generated during
a school day lay on the desks, or had slipped down to the seats or the
floor. A list of chalk-borne spelling words in a column on the left side of
the old-fashioned blackboard. The words, `Our Country Tis of Thee....' on
the right side. Dust streaked paper portraits of American Presidents
carefully cut from some teacher's guide book, and matted with black
construction paper, now drooping from their corners, the last a hearty
looking Bill Clinton, little imagining where his dick would take him.

In spite of the easily seen abandonment of the place, there was no
significant indication that anyone had touched anything in, or outside, the
building. Surely, in eight years someone would have moved furniture out,
perhaps cleared the building for sale...something. This place looked as
though everyone had just gotten up and walked out, never looking back. What
could cause them to do that?

Come to think of it, there had been little to no graffitti or other common
vandalism anywhere inside or outside the building. I guessed the place had
the whole town spooked, including the punks. The `up' side to a haunted
building, I thought to myself.

I moved to the center of the room, shunting aside the little, almost
toy-like desks, which gave off tiny shrieks as they grudgingly moved across
the dirty floor and I began setting up the equipment as Kes had shown me. I
was intent on putting the sound recorder on its correct setting, when I
looked up, almost peeing my pants. Standing no more than ten feet away from
me, near the back wall of the classroom, stood a little girl, looking just
like the murdered girl, staring at me. "What the fuck..." I said under my
breath. As a cop, my philosophy is, rule out the impossible, then what's
left is the solution.

It wasn't possible for a dead girl to stand around, even in an old school,
so I ruled that out. A neighborhood girl no doubt, I guessed I had been
wrong about the school scaring off kids. I looked down to set the recorder
on the floor, and when I looked up, she was gone. "Now, how did...." I
thought. Then it occurred to me that I was between the doorway and the
little girl, and no way she had gotten by me, at least not that fast. And
if she'd gone out one of the painted windows, the room would have been
blasted with midday South Texas sunlight.

So, maybe my `rule out the impossible' theory needed some work. The best
backup theory I had at the moment, was that I hadn't seen any little
girl. My suggestible mind, already supplied with the image of the girl, had
patched together shadows and a toppled child's desk into the ghost of a
murdered girl. That particular thought made me sad. To think that the only
remnant of a sweet young girl's life, in my mind at least, might be a
mistaken confusion with some furniture. No happy school graduations. No
wedding day, shared with her parents and friends. No children playing
around her, returning a lifetime of love. No peaceful death surrounded by
her family, after extending the family of man through one more generation
in such a long, long line of generations.

The thought made me tear up, and I wasn't really embarrassed. I don't know
if it was the miasma of the place, but Kes' family loss really did sadden
me terribly. I was thinking about this, looking back at the carryall, as I
walked through the doorway. I felt a chill, quickly looked up and saw my
father, holding the same little girl's hand, as she stood next to him, no
more than a foot away from me. Both of them with set, determined
expressions on their spectral faces. I could almost see through
them. Almost. If I hadn't jumped from the unexpected shock, I would have
run into them. Or through them.

"Kendall, you've got to leave," the specter of my father said.

"Dad, Daddy, what....how? Dad, you're ....dead." And then the shock of the
experience really hit me.

The first twenty seconds of this strange conversation was like seeing a
deceased loved one in a dream. It doesn't seem at all odd that you're
talking to someone that you know is dead, and they to you. But the next
twenty seconds was like awaking from that dream. You realize that, no
matter how much you might want it, it can't be. "Explain this," I said, in
a firm voice. My best cop voice.

"Kendall, you're in danger. You must leave, please. You can't help her or
me. It's here" Daddy said.

"Help...'her?' Who, the little girl? Is that Izel?" I said, already
beginning to believe in the impossible.

"It killed her, and planned to take her back with it. In its human form, it
was on the way for a few more, and I...I caught it, and `killed' it. As
much as any demon can be killed," the shade of my father said. "Kendall,
I've missed you. I so wanted to see you grow up. If I had died normally, I
could have done that. Izel and I have fought it for the last ten years,
ever since our deaths, and imprisonment here. But she and I are captive to
it, and it to us. We're trapped in this school where it killed her. It's
slowly winning, and we're getting weaker. Soon, we'll be gone. It will have
won, and taken us with it back to hell." His despondency spoke louder than
his words.

"A `demon?' `It?' Oh, Daddy, no! What can I do?" I said, anguish now in
my voice.

"Nothing...nothing," he said sadly. "Save yourself." And then he and the
little girl Izel just...flickered out.

I stood, speechless for a few seconds, but then my cop instincts kicked
in. I called Kes. "Kes, are you okay?"

"Yes, dear, why?" she asked.

"I just saw what I will swear was my father, and your sister, Izel. And
they warned me."

"Your father? What on earth...? Maybe we shouldn't be separated....if you
actually saw a manifestation, I'm a little worried about our safety," Kes
said.

"But I thought you said there couldn't be any physical danger?" I reminded
her.

"Now I don't know, but we could be in some kind of psychic danger."

"Okay, I'll come back to you, I'll just get this room and one more set up,
okay? At least it'll give you some kind of baseline measurements." I said.

"Okay, but hurry, darling," Kes said. I finished up in the first classroom,
then moved back up the hall towards Kes, and set up more instruments in a
classroom two rooms up from the first. I was bent over fiddling with a
camera, when It spoke to me.

"What a lovely young lady you are," a mellifluous voice said.

I looked up, to see a handsome man of about 30 or so lounging in the
doorway of the classroom, a grin on his face.

"Who are you?" I asked. "This is a `No Trespassing' area."

"Yes, I know," he said. "Who do you think made it so?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"If that little girl had not been so cruelly raped and murdered, her lovely
little body and mind tortured and abused, and ultimately destroyed, now
rotting in a grave, why, I imagine this little school would still be
crawling with such creatures. Who do you think should be credited with
changing that for the better?" My skin crawled at his words, and the relish
with which he spoke them. I pulled out my Glock 33, my personal weapon, and
pointed it at him.

"Put your hands behind your head!" I announced. "I don't know who you are,
but you're trespassing here. We'll let the Premont PD sort this out."

He laughed mirthlessly. "Good luck with that, bitch. Maybe I'll shoot your
tits off before I kill you. Would you like bullet holes where your sweet
little nipples are right now? Imagine looking down at your hot little
breasts, and seeing blood squirting out, instead of mother's milk. What
would you think, seeing that, then feeling my big, fat cock splitting your
mouth and jaw open as I force it down your throat?"

Maybe the creepiest thing about his pronouncements, were the jolly tone he
spoke them in.

"Get down on your face, on the floor! Now!" I commanded him, going through
the steps. I was afraid the next step would be shooting him in the chest,
when he decided to charge me. I could see he had nothing in his hands, so
it was an armed police officer against an unarmed lunatic. No matter how
rational his tone, his words were pure insanity.

"Will you scream, and babble wordlessly like your pretty little girlfriend
down the hall did? She was happy to suck my dick, begged to, actually, even
offered to let me fuck her tight little ass.  Oh, it was a VERY cozy fit in
her ass, though I'm sorry to say I did make her bleed a little, what with
me being so much larger than her ass hole could actually take in. But she
forgave me, and then begged to clean off my cock by sucking it, and when I
came in her mouth, sadly, my seed blew the back of her head off. Or was it
this that did it?" Incredibly, he now had a weapon in his hand, a 9 MM, and
he was bringing it up to point it at me.

I squeezed off 4 rounds, the explosions ringing through the classroom, and
his body was blown backwards through the doorway, into the gloom of the
hall. I advanced warily, my weapon pointed at the doorway, as I went to see
what damage I'd done to him. Suddenly, the cell phone on my belt chirped
loudly, startling me. I picked it up and flipped it open, keeping a close
eye on the doorway, but squatting down to present a smaller target in case
he returned fire.

"Kendall! Are you alright?" It was Kes' voice.

"Kes, are you okay?" I said.

"Yes, but what was-" she began.

"Can't talk now, wait a second," I said, then put the phone down. I
returned to checking on where the stranger had gotten to. I slowly advanced
to the doorway, and, seeing no sign of him, edged out into the hall. There
was no sign whatsoever of the man, the dusty coating on the hall floor
barely disrupted. I rushed back to the phone.

"Kes! Get out now!! Run like hell for the door, and GET OUT OF THE
BUILDING!"

"But, but-" she began.

"No questions! Get out! He may be on his way there, go to the street,
you'll be safe there, I'm on my way." I rushed down that hellish hallway,
keeping an eye out, then when I got to the breezeway door, ran around the
outside. Seeing Kes standing near the street, looking perplexed, I called
the Premont PD and told them there'd been shots fired at the school. Almost
immediately, I could hear the comforting sound of a police siren. The cop
car showed up a minute or two later, the car bouncing over the low curb,
and the two cops inside approaching us warily with weapons drawn. I told
Kes to put her hands up, as did I, and I yelled to them that I was a State
Trooper. Of course, they probably would have known that, but it's far
better to be safe than sorry, and to give the officer more information than
less.

The first cop allowed me to show him my badge, and after I explained the
situation, he and his partner did a sweep of the building, while I held
Kes. After about a half hour, they called Kes and I in, saying that the
building was clear. I asked them if they found anything at all. They asked
me to show them where the shooting had occurred. I took them to the
doorway, and showed them where I'd been standing, and where I'd fired my
weapon. They examined the wall past that point, and the floor, and found
nothing, then one of the officers examined my Glock.

"Well, your clip IS short 4 rounds, but that doesn't mean anything. There's
no bullet holes, or blood here, ma'am. My guess is that you either shot the
guy, and he's got 4 rounds in him, which is unlikely given that there's no
blood, or you hit him in a bulletproof vest, and the rounds are in the
vest, and he's one sore mofo, or that you imagined the whole thing."

"I heard 4 shots!" Kes exclaimed.

"Yes ma'am," the officer said. "But we don't have any evidence of that. I'm
sorry." Kes glared at him, but didn't say anything.

"Thanks officer, I appreciate your help anyway," I said, telling Kes with
my eyes that there was no point in making a fuss. She rolled her eyes, but
said nothing. The two officers departed, and we were left alone in front of
the school.

"Why didn't you argue with them?" Kes said.

"Because it wouldn't have done any good. To tell the truth, if I were in
their place, I'd probably have said pretty much the same thing. You could
see there's no real physical signs that I ever fired my weapon. They could
have checked for gunshot residue on my hand, but what's the point? No
apparent crime was committed. We did our civic duty, so let it go."

"Okay then, what DID happen?" Kes asked. I told her about the events
leading up to firing my weapon, and her beautiful eyes got wider and
wider. "A lunatic? Shot him? Cocksucking?"

The juxtaposition of her words cracked me up momentarily, and I giggled, a
welcome relief to the tension I felt - on my behalf and Kes' too. I was
concerned for her safety, far more now than had I simply been her assistant
and bodyguard. Kes looked confused, then began smiling, and said, "Well,
you know what I meant! This guy was threatening you, and he told you that
he said that he'd killed me? Clearly, a neighborhood nut, don't you think?"

"Equally plausible," I said, "is that this was the same guy who murdered
Izel. And possibly my father."

"But, ten years later-" she began.

"Your father, did you say?" Kes said, catching my last words.

"My father, or his, I dunno, ghost or specter or whatever, said that he had
died `killing' some kind of demon. This could be that demon," I said.

"And it's not unheard of, that a murderer returns to the scene of his
crime, even ten years later," I added. "And, in any case, he DID threaten
us. We need to work together, I don't want this ending up like some crappy
horror movie, where people split up against all logic, then get killed in
hideous ways."

"Well, I certainly don't mind spending the rest of our time together," Kes
said, smiling at me.

"I like the sound of that. Can I kiss you?" I asked her.

"Please do, ma'am," she said, tilting her head up to me. I brought my lips
to hers, and my arms around her, and was reinvigorated by her touch, and by
that strange electricity, very strong right then. "I have no idea what that
is," she murmured, nuzzling my neck, "but we DO make sparks, don't we?"

I felt so much better, feeling her touch. I had never experienced anything
like that before, not even with Sandy, God rest her soul. Was it love? I
didn't know, but I never wanted it to stop. Kes looked relieved, too, after
we kissed, and held each other for those few short moments. "Wow, I feel
like I just drank three cups of coffee," Kes said.

"You mean you have a splitting headache?" I said.

"No, goof, I feel full of energy. How about we get back to work? I have to
get something done here, or UT is going to wonder why they bother paying
me."

"Alright," I said, "but as your bodyguard, I must insist that we stay
together."

"Understood. Now if we hustle up, we can get the rest of the sensors put in
today. Unfortunately, we'll probably be at it until midnight," Kes said.

"I'm all yours," I said. Kes looked at me as though she were going to say
something, then apparently decided otherwise. She headed back inside,
turning to me and said, "Coming?"

God, if this were a porno story, the retort I had ready for her....

We got down to business, working through the afternoon and evening, and by
11 PM, had all the sensors set up where Kes wanted them. "Where's all your
instruments?" I asked her, as we walked out the breezeway door into the
fresh air. It seemed brighter outside at 11 PM than it had inside the
school at midday.

"What do you mean?" Kes said.

"Well, I've seen all the scientific scenes in horror movies. Don't you need
a bank of monitors, and oscilloscopes with sine waves in green that go up
and down?" I said. "Maybe something else that makes a buzzing noise?"

"Um, no, science has finally marched on past Vincent Price movies. Each
instrument we put in place records its data on chips. We retrieve the chips
along with the equipment later, then read them on the appropriate
readers. We didn't need telemetry here, and it was just an extra expense,"
Kes said.

"You're so smart," I said, batting my eyelashes at her. "I just LOVE smart
women!" Kes rolled her eyes.

"Damn!" Kes said.

"What?" I said, on alert.

"This is Premont, `Very Small Town,' Texas. It's 11 PM. There is no real
food to be had in Premont at 11 PM. We're screwed," Kes said. "And I'm
starving."

"I can see you haven't been on many stakeouts, little missy," I
said. "There are all manner of scrumptious foods to be found in convenience
stores these days." Kes looked at me doubtfully.

"Then you're doing the shopping, dear," she said. That gave me warm feeling
all inside. I don't think anybody had ever talked to me like that, other
than my parents, and she most definitely wasn't like my parents. We parked
in front of the room at our very silent and dark motel.  Apparently, this
group of hunters were serious about the hunting business, which made me
think we might have accidentally ended up in the wrong state.

Then we walked to the Kwik Pantry ("We Never Close"), gathered up Velveeta
and Tortilla chips, along with a couple of 40-ouncers of beer, and walked
back with the sacks to the room.  Kes was munching on chips and chattering
about, well, I don't know what, it was late and I was just enjoying the
sound of her voice. The room was nicely made up, the queen sized bed all
neat, and fresh toiletries in the bathroom. So often in my experience, it
was `do it yourself' as a cop. It was nice to be pampered, even at $59.95
a night.

"I could use a shower," Kes said, in a reprise of the previous evening. But
in a slight change of script, I popped up with, "I think you're going to
need some help scrubbing your back. I got the impression that it's VERY
dirty."

"I believe you're right," Kes said. "And I'm SO tired that I couldn't
possibly remove these clothes. Could you maybe help?"

"Yes, ma'am," I said, walking towards her. I first lifted up her
`mock-limp' arms over her head, and slowly lifted up her tee shirt over
her head, revealing her flat stomach, with its cute inny navel, her
unfortunately utilitarian green bra, which she made look pretty, and her
feminine shoulders. Her lustrous black hair caught up momentarily in the
neck of the shirt as it lifted, then cascaded over her bare tan shoulders
as it was released. She looked like some kind of dirty, scientific goddess
to me. I threw the shirt on the floor, and looked her over. She had streaks
of dust, turned black by her sweat, along her sides, and hips, and
shoulders. I touched her lightly there, and there, and there.

I reached around her, and searched for the hook on the back of her
army-issue bra. "Say, where'd you get a military issue bra from anyway? You
weren't in the service, were you?" I asked, just as I found, and unhooked
it. Kes looked sheepish, and said, "I'll tell you that story one day," then
she reached forward so that I could pull it forward, off her breasts, and
her heartbreakingly magnificent B cups poked up at me, her brown nipples
long and erect, the flesh of her areolae pebbled and lovely. I forgot all
about that question then. "You're going to benefit greatly from a shower,"
I said

"Oh, I hope so, " she responded. I put my arms around her, my sweaty skin
slipping against hers, our lips meeting again in a long-awaited kiss, her
breath warm and sweet, her tongue dancing with mine, our thoughts meshing,
electric sparks flying all about us. After a brief 5 minute kiss, I
returned to stripping her naked.

I unbuttoned the snap of her shorts, then still holding the snap together,
slowly unzipped Kes' shorts, looking in her sweet brown eyes. I let the
snaps go, and the shorts slipped part way down her hips. Giving them a
little shake, they fell to Kes' feet, and she stepped delicately out of
them.  With Kes wearing only green cotton panties now, I looked admiringly
at her wide hips, the taut elastic pressing against the baby fat of her
tummy just below her navel, the elastic band leaving small openings on each
side of her stomach, before reaching her hips.

"Oh yes, I can see that this, and this and this are going to benefit from a
shower, too," I said, stroking my fingernail over the areas of her pubic
hair, her clit, and her pussy, where her panties were dust-streaked. Kes
moaned. My fingers delicately grasped the elastic, then pulled it out, away
from her waist, and I looked down at her so beautiful crotch. Kes sighed,
wanting me to strip her naked, and I complied, slowly pulling her panties
down, revealing her neat strip of curly black hair, then her already
swelling clit, and finally her purple, full labia and the pink, glistening
slit of her sex.

Her panties were wet, more from sweat than passion (at this point), and I
had to manually move them off her hips. Her panties caught on her lovely,
full, round ass cheeks, and it was my great pleasure to move them off her
butt cheeks by sliding my hands across both globes of that beautiful ass. I
slid them down, but they were caught between her thighs. I really didn't
mind slipping my hand down past her wet slit, and into that moist, hot
crevice, pulling out her mini-wedgie.

"I've got such `thunder thighs,'" Kes said, burying her face against my
breast in embarrassment.

"Shush!" I said. "Your thighs are perfect! Now hush!" Kes kept her face
against me, and I said, "Hmm, looks like you're all out of clothes. Now,
you'd better do me, I'm suddenly overcome by a malaise."

"Malaise?" Kes said.

"Yeah, I think one of the Presidents from the 19th century was the last to
use that word, so I wanted to work it into a conversation," I said. "Now,
how about helpin' a sister out?"

Kes reached up, and slid her hands under my own dirty tee shirt. "Mmmm, you
feel good," she murmured. "You smell good, too." I knew I was all sweaty,
but that was a sweet, and hot, thing for her to say. She slipped my tee
shirt up, then over my head, flinging it onto the floor on top of her
clothes.

"Lace bra?" she said. "That's so pretty."

I was anxious to get to fucking pretty soon, so I decided to lay off the
witty repartees, and let her strip me. Kes kissed my nipples the instant
she had my bra off, and the electricity was far more than a tangible thing
then. It infused us both. I could swear that I saw a light blue glow at our
fingertips as they danced over each other's skin, or maybe that was just my
imagination.

Kes undid my shorts, then saucily slid her hand inside my panties, right
over my light brown bush, her middle finger slipping inside my very wet
pink slit. I gasped, and Kes grinned up at me. "I'm ready for fucking,
too," she said, as though she'd read my mind. And perhaps she had.  This
was no ordinary job I was on. She hurriedly slipped my shorts and panties
down, still finger fucking my cunt, and I came, right there in her hand, my
body shaking as Kes made love to me. I lost my mind happily, and reached
down and lifted her naked, dirty sweaty body up in my arms, her bare body
pressing against my own, quite nude flesh, and carried her over to the bed.

"Oh no, no, the bed is too clean, and we're so dirty," Kes protested.

"We can fuck on top of the sheets," I said, "and sleep between the sheets."

Kes smiled at my impeccable logic, and reached down from my arms to pull
back the comforter.  I spilled her onto the top sheet, and then we entered
Paradise together. I lay Kes on her back, her legs spread-eagled, her feet
flat on the mattress, her knees bent. It looked like a perfect position for
her to have her pussy eaten, so I did! I crawled between her slim,
olive-colored thighs and brought my face inches away from her fragrant
pussy. God, I came to love her all-day sweat smell, the smell of her ripe
musk, and even the faint smell of pee at her pussy! I began licking her wet
slit, anxious to fuck my Kes, and save the subtleties for another day. I
thrust my tongue as far inside her hot, wet pussy as I could, taking in her
delicious tastes and smells, and silky textures, and her hips thrust
upwards sharply as her orgasms hit her, my lover cumming and cummng and
cumming a dozen times. She cried out with her pleasure, which startled me,
and made me hope that the desk clerk wouldn't tell us to knock it
off. Apparently the hunters in the rooms on either side were asleep, or
enjoying our show, because they never complained.

Finally, Kes pushed my head away. "Oh, I'm just too sensitive now," she
said, pulling me up towards her. I slid up next to her, and Kes smiled at
me. "Thank you," she said. "I've never cum so much before - I never wanted
it to stop!" Then she began to lick my face, like a mother cat cleaning her
kitten. Kes lapped, licked and kissed every part of my face, tasting her
own cum on me.

Then Kes slid down my body, kissing my upper chest, then focusing on my
modest breasts, and my long, erect nipples. She gently sucked them into her
mouth, her tongue swirling around the rough surface of my nipple. "Ohh," I
groaned, as pleasure radiated from my nipple, straight into my crotch. Kes'
hand was on my other breast, caressing my full breast, and lightly pinching
my nipple. Then she switched, laving my other breast with her warm, wet
mouth.

"Ohh, Kes, my pussy is so hungry for you," I pleaded.

"Patience, lover," Kes said, not looking at me, but concentrating on orally
pleasuring me. She blew lightly into the skin of my stomach, then slipped
her long tongue into my mini-pussy, my navel, which made me giggle, and
wiggle my ass against the bed. Her tongue felt funny inside my navel, but
nice, and I distinctly felt sexual tingles from that. Kes' hands preceded
her to my hips, and she pushed down on my hips, then forced my legs apart,
allowing her access to my wanting and eager pussy.

"Mmm, baby, your pussy smells SO nice," Kes said. Then, "And tastes sweet,
too!" after lapping my drooling pussy lips, then thrusting her tongue
inside my slick and hot slit. She gripped my upper thighs tight, then began
fucking me with that talented tongue, stabbing it deep inside me, then
gripping my clit between her lips, making my ass jump, and causing me to
cum several times, pleasure radiating throughout my body.

Kes slipped a finger inside my slit, while lapping at my swollen pearl of a
clit, then finger fucked me, slipping in a second, and a third finger,
filling me and bringing me to yet another sweet, hot cum. Kes kissed my hot
mound gently while I came down from my sexual high, then slid her hot,
sweaty body on top of mine, kissing me, and sharing the smell of my cunt
with me. She pressed her legs between mine, then began fucking me hard,
thrusting her erect clit into my wet pussy, and against my own erect and
sensitive clit. I mean REALLY banging me! The headboard was slamming
against the wall, as Kes worked her pussy into mine, fucking me like mad! I
loved it! I wonder what those hunters were thinking then?

Anyway, after she and I came a few more times, she slid two fingers inside
my slick, wet pussy, quietly stroking me, and lay on top of me for a few
minutes, her body sweaty against mine. Then she murmured, "We need to take
that shower now, baby."

I lazily caressed Kes' full, round bottom, flushed a rosy red from sex, and
said, "You're absolutely right, honey." Then we both lay there, vegging for
a full minute, and began laughing, since neither of us made a move.

Finally, Kes climbed off me, grabbed my hand, and in her best Linda
Hamilton voice, said "Get on your feet, soldier!" tugging at me. I got up,
reluctantly, and followed Kes into the bathroom, two nude women, sweaty and
reeking of woman-woman sex, waiting for a shower, but bone tired to boot.

Kes leaned over to turn on the shower, sticking her bottom out prettily, so
I held her right butt cheek in my hand, enjoying her warmth and
softness. The water shot out in several rapid, rusty bursts, and Kes
jumped, thinking that I was going to goose her, and almost fell into the
tub. I grabbed for her, and held her.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, baby! I just wanted to touch you!" I exclaimed. Kes gave
me a dirty look, then smacked my butt.

"See how YOU like it!" she said, momentarily angry, then I wrapped her in
my arms, and whispered in her ear, "I DID like that. And I love you, Kes."
She leaned back from me, her body still in my embrace, her eyes searching
mine, and said, "Really?" Her eyes welled with tears, and her small body
trembled in mine. I hugged her fiercely. "Yes. I REALLY love you, Kes. I've
missed you all of my life. I hoped you were out there, I just didn't know
what your name was."

Kes felt so small and vulnerable there, standing naked next to me by a
slightly malfunctioning shower in a small town motel, and I wanted to
protect her from the unknown something that was threatening us. "Kendall,
I'm frightened," Kes said. "I don't know what we're up against, and I'm
supposed to be some kind of expert."

"No one is really an expert on evil, Kes," I said. "We can only be who we
are, and hope that's good enough." I took her hand, and pulled back the
shower curtain, steam billowing out. Kes stepped in, the hot water
streaming down her beautiful, slim body, and she sighed.

"Oh, that feels SO good, I can't tell you," she said, her face towards the
hot spray, her eyes closed. I stepped in behind her, feeling part of the
spray, and I could see why she enjoyed it so, our muscles were sore from
wrestling the equipment around, and from the tensions of the day's events.

"Would you like me to do your hair?" I said. Kes turned to me, and embraced
me, her arms slippery under mine, as I stroked her long, glistening raven
locks.

"Oh yeah, that would be divine," Kes said, turning around again, her back
to my front, water coursing down her smooth back, and over the rise of her
ass cheeks. I reached down, put a dollop of shampoo in the palm of my hand,
then began shampooing her, as she looked down at the floor of the tub. I
enjoyed feeling her lustrous hair, and massaged and gently scrubbed her
head, as she sighed from the simple pleasure, so different from the
pleasure of sex, but so vital to one's sense of well-being.

Kes deserved a long, lazy shampoo, so that's what I gave her, and when she
began swaying, it was obvious to me that she was falling asleep, as was I,
so I said, "Time to rinse, honey," and she lifted up her head into the
spray of the showerhead. After she rinsed her hair, I began soaping her
delightful, lovely, perfect body, so smooth and silky, made even more so by
the motel soap and over-conditioned water. Touching her in this way, sure,
sexually, but with love and affection, made me want to cry, but I just
enjoyed the tactile sensations of contact with her. Each fold, and curve of
her body was open to me, her care in my hands, and I wanted to please Kes,
not make her cum. Not then, anyway.

I soaped her all over, as she put herself literally in my hands, with
childlike trust. I finished soaping, then rinsing her, and said, "Okay hon,
I'm through. You're free to go." I figured she'd shuffle off to bed, and
I'd catch up with her.

"No, not yet," she said, sleepily. Kes took the shampoo and did my hair, my
short cut brown hair taking a great deal less time than hers, though I was
far more envious of her superb mane. I rinsed the shampoo out, as Kes
soaped my body down, her sweet firm hands caressing me with soap, bringing
me pleasure which I did find sexual. I was becoming wet on top of being
wet, and wanted to get my lover in my arms, and in bed, even if we were
both too tired to do anything about it. I finally rinsed off, then I took
Kes in my arms and kissed her, softly at first, then more fiercely. She
returned my passion, both of us standing under a waterfall that was
suddenly beginning to turn cold.

"Whoops," I said, "I guess we outstayed our welcome," and we both reached
down to turn off the water, which had quickly turned from our friend to a
shockingly invasive, cold, enemy. "Brr," Kes said. She pulled back the
curtain and stepped out, onto the small bath mat. She took one of the
bigger towels, and held it up for me to step into, which pleased me, and as
I did, she wrapped it around me from behind, her arms embracing me as she
brought them together between my breasts, and as she did so, kissed me
gently on the neck. I purred at the feeling, and knotted the towel around
me.

Then I wrapped Kes up in another towel, as she wrapped her hair in yet a
third. We stepped back into the bedroom, and Kes pulled back the top sheet
gingerly. "Wow, we WERE dirty," she said.  "I'm just going to lay down for
a second and rest my eyes, okay?" as I fiddled around with the Velveeta.

"Hey Kes, I'm going to melt this in the microwave, and we can have nachos,
okay? See, I told you if you tag along with a cop-" I looked around to see
Kes sound asleep, adorable and towel clad, fortunately only damp at this
point. I left the Velveeta and chips on the counter, turned off the lights,
took off my towel, and lay down next to her, enfolding her in my arms,
symbolically protecting her from the world as she, and I, slept.

We awoke earlier the next morning, about 7:30, and she smiled dreamily at
me. "Did I nod off?"  she said. Something odd was nagging at me, some
little doubt, but I kissed her, and she hugged me. "I love you, Kendall,"
she said. I looked at her, but she was already getting out of bed. I was
left wondering how she meant that. It was the first time in my life that I
ever had to wonder what someone meant, when they said something as simple
as "I love you, Kendall," and it was a shock to my system.

We headed over to the breakfast place, and had an even bigger breakfast
than the day before. "I can't imagine why we're so hungry at breakfast
around here," Kes said.

"Yeah, it's a puzzlement," I said. "Worked all day, had no dinner, made
wild love for hours, there's no understanding the needs of the human body,
I guess." Kes grinned at me, and put down her fork, taking my hand in hers.

"I'm not very demonstrative....usually," she added quickly, on seeing my
raised right eyebrow, "but I've never known anyone like you,
Kendall. You're serious, you've seen a lot of hard things, but
you're....soft, inside, and feminine. Most other women I meet, they play
the roles.  Dyke or lipstick lez, there's no in between. It's like they
think they have to be somebody else's image of a lesbian. You're just,
well, what you are. It's...different. I hope that we can stay in touch
after this is...over."

Perhaps she worded it awkwardly. Perhaps it was that slight doubt inside me
blossoming into some poisonous flower. But for me, the day grew dark, and I
didn't know what to say. I felt like throwing myself under a truck, first
off. I felt rejected somehow, and it was clear to me that she WAS rejecting
me. It was a feeling that was new to me, and I didn't like it. I also felt
angry, because she couldn't see how much I loved her, and she should be
able to see it. Wasn't it written all over my face?

So I froze inside, and said, "Well, let's get past this, Kes, and then we
can move on with our lives." There. I practically shouted at her, "I LOVE
YOU!" Why didn't she understand she was tearing my heart out? Women....

Everything after that was a blur to me, I just wanted to finish this job,
and get my ass back to the DPS, and take on some dirty criminal
investigation, maybe out on the Llano Estacado, away from the rest of the
world. We headed back to the school, Kes giving me funny looks along the
way, but what did it matter anymore? I wanted to say....I don't know,
something, but I thought it would kill me to hear Kes say, "It's been fun,
kid, but don't take `us' so seriously, you're just another fuck." Or
something like that.

"...and we'll need to check the readings on the sensors, maybe dig around,
see what else we can find. It'll leave the evening open..." she said,
touching my shoulder. I was too far withdrawn inside myself to notice
anything significant.

"Fine, check the sensors," I said. "I'll accompany you, so if that guy
shows up you'll have protection."

"Kendall, I didn't feel anything," she said.

"What? What do you mean?" I asked.

"That funny electricity between us. It's gone," she said. Then it occurred
to me what she'd meant. The weird charges whenever we touched, they were
gone.

"Maybe whatever caused it is gone," I said. "When I shot that guy or demon
or whatever yesterday, maybe that destroyed it, and him."

"Hmm, maybe," Kes said. "I wish I had had the opportunity to see him, get
some readings," she said. We entered the building, and while the
electricity might have departed, the feeling of weight, of oppressive
sadness still remained. If anything, it was stronger. "Damn! This place is
depressing, isn't it Kendall?" I could feel it too, and it frightened me,
mainly because I knew of many cops who'd had premonitions that came true. I
didn't have premonitions of any kind, but a strong sense of foreboding.

We proceeded to the first classroom that Kes had set up, near the entrance,
and figured we'd work our way all the way to the far end. Kes had a chip
reader that downloaded the various accumulated bits of information, which
would all be readable when downloaded to her laptop.  The work was fairly
innocuous, mainly Kes passing a slot on the handheld reader by an infrared
beam on the sensor, and me standing around, keeping an eye out.

We had finished half the classrooms, and passed through the breezeway to
the second wing, the wing in which I had begun yesterday, and where I'd
confronted the strange individual. The first few classrooms went by without
incident, and we were halfway into the wing of the school, in the area
farthest from any exit, as I think of it now, in "The Heart of Darkness."

Entering a classroom, child-drawn crayon pictures peeling off the aging
cork board, Kes and I both saw Izel and my father, much clearer now than
they had been previously, standing near the dust-streaked teacher's wooden
desk.

"Oh Kendall, I wish you'd listened to me," my father said. "I'm afraid that
it's too strong for us, Izel and me, and you're going to be taken along
with us. I wish things had been different. You're such a fine young woman,
and I can see your future standing next to you, but now all that will be
lost. I'm so sorry, daughter." Kes stood in shock.

"I can see them," she marveled. "Izel, oh sis, I've cried so many tears
over what happened to you.  I've missed you, I love you so, my beautiful
sister." Kes got down on her knees, and to my surprise, the ghost of little
Izel walked to her and looked sadly at her older sister. Incredibly, she
put her hand on Kes' open hand. Then she spoke.

"I love you, too, Kissy, and I've been so sad since I was taken away. This
man, her father," Izel gesturing at me now, "is good and he helped me fight
the monster, but we don't know what else we can do, and I think that we
will lose to it today," the ghost of the young girl said.

"But can't you just leave? Run away?" I asked.

"We're trapped here, us and it, until the battle is over, one way or
another," my father said. "You two can still run, run, please! Save
yourselves!" he pleaded.

"I'm afraid it's a little too late for that," said a voice behind us. I
whirled, to see the lunatic from the day before.

"You!" I said, reaching for my Glock.

He began laughing. "Looking for this?" he chortled, now holding my weapon
in his hand. I looked down at my hand, and found myself holding a dusty
chalkboard eraser. "I'm afraid that your foolish little weapon cannot give
you even the shadow of reassurance. While you might destroy my human host,
should I choose to inhabit one, it wouldn't help you when I project my
image, as I'm doing here. Don't you remember our little meeting yesterday,
Kendall?"

It's true that I could see I hadn't damaged him perceptibly, but what other
weapons did we have?  I thought that, if we distracted him/it, maybe I
could wrest the weapon away. I might get shot, but if it would save Kes, it
would be worth it.

Oddly, the demon jerked backwards then, perceptibly, and a look of fear
came over its face.  "You can't defeat me," it said. "No one has. I'll take
the little girl and the old man, for once and for all. And I'll take your
souls too, you and the other woman, and leave your cold corpses behind. But
don't worry, I shall arrange your bodies so that it appears that one of you
murdered the other, then took her own life, all while you were engaged in a
lesbian sixty-nine on the filthy floor. Won't that be a nice treat for your
mother, Kendall, and for your relatives, Kes? To see your maggot-filled
bodies caught in a forbidden sex act? They'll be so proud." He giggled
maniacally.

I lunged at the demon, and it fired my Glock, hitting me in the arm. I fell
to the floor, and Kes rushed over to hold me. "Not so fast, police officer
Kendall. Don't make me put too many `difficult to explain' bullet holes in
you. I want the world to see your shame," it declared.

"Fuck you!" Kes yelled then. "I love Kendall, and I think she loves me. I
don't care what happens to our bodies OR our souls when we're dead, so long
as I can be with her. And to be with my little sister one last time..." The
look of fear on the demon's face was quite noticeable now, and demon, not
man it was, its face appearing to melt in front of us.

I felt as though I'd been reborn in an instant. All my doubts and fears of
the previous few hours melted away, like an ice cube in the hot Texas
sun. "I love you so much, Kes," I said. "I don't care what happens to me
either, as long as I'm with you. And daddy," I said, turning to the ghost
of my father, "I love you SO much, and I've missed you for so long. Just
know that you were the bravest man I've ever known."

 I thought then, that Kes and I were facing the end. We had lost. I turned
to her and said, "I'm sorry we couldn't destroy it Kes. But I do know that,
whatever happens to us, I've found perfect happiness in knowing and loving
you, if only for a short time. I love you, Kes."

She smiled sadly back, and said,"I'm so happy, Kendall, to have been your
lover too. I only wish we had an eternity together, and whatever hell we
end up in, it will be tolerable for having known your love."

Just then a loud, strong wind arose, blowing furniture, papers and all
manner of debris about, our eyes squinting near closed. A horrible shriek
arose from the demon as it stood poised to strike, its body slowing, then
halting as though frozen, and suddenly, but in slow motion, its body
shattered into a million billion pieces flying in all directions but
touching nothing, until the tiny fragments of evil dissipated on the wind,
and a calm silence descended on Kes and I, and the two spirits across the
room from us.

Kes and I opened our eyes. "What happened?" I said.

"It looks like that monster was destroyed," Kes said, a smile beginning to
appear on her face.

"Destroyed? By what?" I said.

"I'm not quite sure," Kes said. "But, it's definitely gone now. Do you feel
the weight? It's gone, too."

Kes and I stood together, holding hands. My dad and Izel stood together
across the room, her small hand in his. They both smiled tentative, hopeful
smiles, the little girl showing crooked baby teeth through her spectral
lips. "Thank you, thank you both. I think that we can go now, where we were
intended to be, and so long delayed. Goodbye, Kendall, I love you." His
voice was echoed by the small girl saying, "G'bye Kissy, I love you
too. Thank you." and then they both just....faded out.

I turned to Kes, and her cheeks were tear-stained, then she began bawling
like a baby, and pressed herself against me, my arms instinctively, and
gratefully, wrapping themselves around her, holding her warm body next to
mine. I cried too, anyone would. Kes cried so many tears, an ocean of them,
really, but finally, her body still shaking, she looked up at me, her sweet
brown eyes full, and whispered, haltingly, "She called me `Kissy,'
Kendall. That's what Izel called me when she was little. My little sister
called me 'Kissy.' And look, she gave me this."

Kes opened her hand to show me a small turquoise and silver cross.

EPILOGUE

Kes and I lay on a blanket hidden away in the sand dunes of South Padre
Island, Texas, a week later. The closest living creatures to us were a
flock of seagulls about 200 yards away. The closest living people were
probably a mile or more away. The closest ghosts, well, my father had said
that if he were free, he could watch over me, so I figured that he was with
us, as was Izel, but that they both had the good sense to look away at
certain times. Like this.

"I've been thinking about that demon, and what ultimately destroyed it,"
Kes said. I looked at her expectantly.

"The only thing that I can think did it," Kes said, wonderingly, "was that
love destroyed the demon. Each of us alone was an easy victim for its
evil. That's what happened to Izel, and your father, ten years ago, when
they were caught alone. Their courage, both of them, was impressive and
enough to nearly hold it at bay for ten years, but not enough to defeat
it. Only love could do that. Izel and your father were its captives, held
in a stalemate that they were slowly losing, because there was no
relationship between them, no real life-generated love. Remember, their
relationship began after their deaths."

"But you and I were somehow a conduit to the power in this magical place,
ten years later, the energy that we felt whenever we touched. It grew
stronger as we fell in love, and I think that, when we both fully realized
our love for each other, we became something more than just the sum of our
love, something far stronger." I squeezed Kes' hand at that, tears welling
up in my eyes.

"When you, your father's loving daughter, and I, Izel's loving sister came
along to upset the balance, only then, the love of a father for his
daughter, and her love for him, plus the love of two sisters, plus our own
new love, you and I, were more than it could stand."

"Was it just chance that brought you and me here, the only people that
could help Izel and my father beat the demon?" I asked.

"Oh gosh, I don't think so. I think someone was looking on, and wanted Good
to win, and these two souls to be freed," Kes said. "And that's a wonderful
thing, don't you think?" I squeezed her hand, glad that two innocent souls
could be saved, and that Kes and my journey together might begin, to what
destination we couldn't know for sure, but the picture was a little clearer
now.

"Now, who wants some suntan lotion?" Kes said. "Ma'am, if you're going to
lay there all naked like that, with only a little band-aid on your arm, I'd
recommend some of this high-SPF stuff, all over your body." She grinned as
she held the big, big bottle of lotion over me.

"C'mon over here, miss, and put that stuff on me, and don't miss a
spot. Anywhere. Then, just to be safe, lay on top of me," I told her. "And
I want to hear more about where those military issue panties came from...."

"Yes, ma'am," she said, squeezing out a handful of lotion.

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