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Book 5\par
Absolution Plus\par
Chapter 31\par
How Busy Can One Guy Be?\par
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New Discoveries\par
\tab When night fell the search stopped.  Which was a real trauma situation for Austin.  But even so he saw the logic in knowing the uselessness in searching the river\rquote s bank side in pitch dark.  The bright light of the moon was of little help.\par
\tab Austin sat on the very edge of the bank all the night.  The others sat at an impromptu camp, kinda huddling and waiting for the dawn.  There was little hope that the one they knew as Forrest would return.\par
\tab A very somber mood befell upon the group.  At some time Holly came to Austin and sat by him.  Before dawn, Annie and Jamie had done so, too.  Dustin and Willy were there just after sun rise\'85\par
\tab After their fill of water and berries the group scooted off in a vain search for their adult friend.\par
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\tab As they made their way down the river, it did seem as if though it got shallower, even out in the middle.  There was the forest on their left, tall-tall pines and spruce, with other unknown species.  A deep forest that didn\rquote t look inviting.  The landscape as a whole was flat.  or so it seemed and appeared.\par
\tab From the river to the forest on the side the kids were on, 200 yards of low laying vegetation.  On the other side of the river there was quite a distance to the forest they had gone to before.  Rolling landscape it seemed, waist high vegetation.\par
\tab The day seemed to not be so hot--of course that could be attributed to the fact that they were right close to a river, too.  Though there were no clouds per se, the day seemed like overcast.\par
\tab At noon something new came to their view, a bridge.\page\tab It was a small wooden bridge, well constructed, narrow, with safety railings and very sound.  It spanned the mighty river with a ten foot clearance.  There was a trail leading out of the forest on the left to the foot bridge, across the meadow on the right and into the forest on the right. \par
\tab When in the middle of the bridge, it was Annie who spotted him.\par
\tab The group ran to the left side of the bank where the still form was washed up.  His body was cold but he breathed.  He was alive!\par
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Dirty Rotten Scoundrels, The Second Part\par
\tab The road was rough, too rough.  Forrest\rquote s SUV was only a 2-wheel drive and a 6-wheel drive was needed.  There were too many busy-bodies down at the entrance to Itchee Mountain Road, there was a passage so-so road that led between Gold Mountain and Itchee, dead heading into Mystery Mountain and emptying out into vast desert-scape.\par
\tab The boys scoured all the areas that they could get to, without too much walking involved.  The truck, as previously stated, was 2-wheel drive and not four, which caused minor problems with traction; the left front bumper had been damaged--severely.\par
\tab\ldblquote Forrest is gonna have our BALLS!\rdblquote  quipped Jake.\par
\tab A blood stain in the middle seat, a damaged fender, a flattened spare wheel, dinged oil pan, cracked windshield, and the list goes on.\par
\tab\ldblquote We cant go back to Breezy\rquote s without him.\rdblquote  declared Skyler.\par
\tab Jake agreed.  The boys sat in the damaged SUV of their friend for a long while.  It got hot.  A red tailed hawk soared in the warm updrafts between the mountains (hills).  \par
\tab\ldblquote He\rquote s up there, somewhere.\rdblquote  Jake stated.\par
\tab\ldblquote Yeah, probably.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote I wonder why?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Probably some campers up there.\rdblquote  chortled Skyler.\par
\tab\ldblquote Good point.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote So what the fuck do we do now?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Think we could tell Breezy that?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote That we THINK Forrest is up to no good up in the mountains?\rdblquote\par
\tab Jake chewed on the thought.  \ldblquote Nah, I guess not, she\rquote d want proof.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Yeah, she\rquote d ask us if we SAW him, talked to him, something like that--\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote And that\rquote d be our ass!\rdblquote\par
\tab It was hot.  Damn hot.  Incredibly hot.  It wouldn\rquote t be \ldblquote cool\rdblquote  (during the day) for several more months--at least.  After washing Forrest\rquote s ride at a self-service wash (and getting an estimate on repairs) the boys headed for Cole\rquote s place.  He was cool and wouldn\rquote t question them about Forrest.\par
\tab Turning onto the road leading up to Cole\rquote s and the Slope of the Outskirts, Jake pointed out that he didn\rquote t see Ghash\rquote s truck.\par
\tab\ldblquote Dude\rquote s probably at that park.\rdblquote  suggested Skyler.\par
\tab Jake shrugged.  \lquote Yeah, so why the fuck aint we?\rquote  he conveyed with the shrug.\par
\tab Skyler (who was driving) merely wanted to go home (to Cole\rquote s) and sack out awhile, fuck one of the girls, have a beer, and sack out some more.\par
\tab But he made a \ldblquote U\rdblquote -ey and made way for the Park.\par
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\tab At least in the Park it was a scooch bit cooler.  Just a scooch.  A RCH from being intolerable.  (RCH--Red Cunt Hair)  After half an hour of sly searching, Ghash\rquote s ride was finally spotted.  Ghash, though, no where in sight.  Skyler made use with the Contraption that enabled Invisibility and the boys struck off in search of.\par
\tab They didn\rquote t immediately find Ghash, but they found \ldblquote others.\rdblquote   Ghash they assumed was in extreme hiding, and probably filming on the sly.  Brianne (again) was spotted, along with her cute little step-sister, Asher wasn\rquote t present, but eight year old Tommie was--his little dinky stiff as ever.\par
\tab With a stiffy, too, was a new boy, a teenage boy about 14 or so.  Two other children were there as well, they were new, too.  One was eight and the other was ten.  The eight year old was in her panties, the ten year old was naked--and yea, he had a raging boner going himself.\par
\tab The new teen stroked his raging boner, looked over the naked kiddies and cooed to the young eight year old girl.  She slid her panties down and the teen boy helped.  Brianne had her little step-sibling up against her, hugging her.  She cooed to naked Tommie and the boy lay down, playing with his puddling.  Naked little Jessica straddled the boy with big sis Brianne helping guide the little dinky into the young girl\rquote s cunny.  Brianne smoothed her hand over Jessica\rquote s ass, placing her legs over Tommie\rquote s.  The boy put his hands on Jessica\rquote s ass and the two commenced to fucking.\par
\tab The other teen, Zane, helped put together the other two kiddies, who were actually cousins--Courtney and Bobby.  As the two kids commenced to their own coupling, Zane stroked his cock harder until Brianne took over the stroking--and then began kissing and sucking it.\page\tab At length, Brianne lay out on her back, legs open--knees up.  Zane Killerman lay on her, dragging his adequate teenhood up and down her fuckable twat--teasing her until she made a grab for it.  Zane, though, pinned her arms and used his hips to drag his cock up and down the girl\rquote s gash.\par
\tab Brianne tried thrusting her own hips up in an attempt to \ldblquote get it in\rdblquote .\par
\tab The kiddies who were already coupled paused to watch them.\par
\tab It was then that Skyler saw a flash of something.\par
\tab Being as careful as possible he and Jake stole themselves thru the thick brush to sneak up on Packard Ghash.  He was in some sort of forgotten duck blind.  A nearby pond had once held the attention of many a wild duck, there were no ducks and little water and a lot of refuse.  The duck blind was tattered and well weathered & worn, but still suitable enough for concealment.\par
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\tab Cum dripped in gobs from both Zane\rquote s cock as well as Brianne\rquote s cunt.  The boy stroked himself, squeezed his balls; Brianne fingered her cum soaked cunt.\par
\tab Tommie sat on his knees fondling his own cock, watching Zane.  Jessica and Courtney played \ldblquote patty cake\rdblquote .  Bobby watched them, fondling himself, too.\par
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\tab At length--there\rquote s always an \ldblquote at length\rdblquote , Zane had young Jessica on her hands and knees, face down--ass up.  His cock was buried to the hilt pumping strongly into her asshole.\par
\tab The young girl didn\rquote t seem too distressed by it\'85\par
\tab Brianne lay out with young Tommie on her face, facing down her body.  The boy\rquote s hairless tezzies in her mouth, her hands working feverishly all over his young smooth ass.  Pumping in HER pussy was ten year old Bobby.\par
\tab When Zane emptied his tool splooge into Jessica\rquote s poop chute, and pulled out, Packard Ghash left the duck blind, he had indeed been filming, he came out pulling up his pants, cum dripping from his wang.\par
\tab Skyler and Jake were torn--where was Packard going?  Home?  To the porn store?  Back out to the back country side?  Skyler and Jake had resolved to themselves to stay clear of that area\'85\par
\tab The boys watched a little more of Brianne and then went tottling off following Packard.\page\tab Ghash went home.\par
\tab Which was as good a place as any.  Once in the door he made directly for the bathroom.  Skyler and Jake had ditched Forrest\rquote s ride at Cole\rquote s, Cole wasn\rquote t home.  Jake grabbed a bag full of dog-chow while Skyler grabbed a steak out of the refrigerator.  The Contraption II got them invisible and off they went across the open dry vegetation choked open land to Packard\rquote s place.\par
\tab The family dog was there to greet them.  It didn\rquote t care for them--not until it saw that the two intruders brought \ldblquote gifts.\rdblquote   the dog chow was good, but the raw steak was better.  It gobbled the steak up in one mouth full--bone and all.\par
\tab\ldblquote We\rquote d better bring TWO next time.\rdblquote  said Jake.\par
\tab\ldblquote Fuck that,\rdblquote  exclaimed Skyler watching the hungry Rott licking its chops, \ldblquote we\rquote re bringing the whole fucking cow!\rdblquote\par
\tab With the \ldblquote peace offering\rdblquote , Thor let them be.\par
\tab Inside the crappy trailer home, it was just as crappy as it had been before.  Very unkempt.  The kiddies of Packard\rquote s were in the living room watching television.  Amanda, Beth, and Coleen making up the girls with Davy and Ernie the boys.  Davy was the oldest of them all, Ernie the youngest.  They were clothed in their underwear.\par
\tab Packard emerged from the open door bathroom, naked.  A towel he had drying himself off he tossed to the bathroom floor.  In his hand he still carried the video camera.\par
\tab Out of the fridge he grabbed a soda then a banana.  The fridge had at one time been kinda sparse, it was now kinda full.  It made the unseen dynamic duo curious.  Outside, Thor pissed on the tire of the family truck then gnawed on a used spare tire.\par
\tab Packard moved into the living room, Coleen had been sitting in the chair of Packard\rquote s, she moved to the foot of the chair.  There was little in the way of furniture, and what there was was in need of repair or just out-an-out replacement.  Packard slumped into his chair, ran his fingers thru his thick coarse black hair and farted.\par
\tab He rested the ice cold soda against his balls, his uncut schlong was spent and lay off shriveled to one side.  \par
\tab\ldblquote Put this in for me.\rdblquote  he told eleven year old Davy.\par
\tab Davy took the tape from the video camera and popped it into the VCR on top of the TV.  It revealed the \ldblquote scene\rdblquote  at the park Packard and the boys had just been.  Packard began stroking himself, getting slightly hard.\page\tab Davy and Ernie stroked themselves, too.  The girls--they watched, were a little amused if not bemused.  Davy lowered his underwear and stood with legs open stroking off.  Packard reached out for the boy, patting his ass.  The boy inched sideways to his uncle and soon was sitting on his lap--the man\rquote s cock buried up his pert fuckable well fucked asshole.\par
\tab After a few scant minutes, Packard turned his nephew around.  The boy had a nice little boner going and it was pressed up against Packard\rquote s semi-roughend hard chest.  Pack squeezed the boy\rquote s ass, digging fingers to the boy\rquote s crack.  \par
\tab Cautiously but curiously the girls watched, but also watched what was transpiring on the television.\par
\tab\ldblquote Are you going to get money from this one, too, Uncle Packard?\rdblquote  asked a curious nine year old Beth.\par
\tab Packard didn\rquote t answer but kept pumping into Davy\rquote s eleven year old asshole.  Ernie\rquote s young seven year old prong was stiff and he fondled it--a lot.  He stood with his underoos at his knees, stroking slowly--tugging the skin hard and pulling it down with the squeeze to the base.\par
\tab\ldblquote Cum on me.\rdblquote  said Packard to his nephew.  The eleven year old had an asshole full of cum, his uncle withdrew and flogged his dog, spanking the member against the boy\rquote s skin.  Davy\rquote s hard schlong was flogged, doggedly trying to cum.  When Packard was gone, Skyler wondered if the kids fooled around?  Something to look into\'85\par
\tab The boy managed to follow thru with his naughty uncle\rquote s desire, a long shot of hot sticky goo spurted from the boy\rquote s dick and splattered onto Packard\rquote s chest.  The remaining cum drizzled out and emptied onto Packard\rquote s cock and balls.\par
\tab The boy slowly moved off of his uncle.\par
\tab\ldblquote Come here.\rdblquote  Packard said to nine year old Beth.\par
\tab Somewhat timidly if not reluctantly the girl did so.  The man looked his panty clad niece over, smiled and nodded to her, \ldblquote Clean me off.\rdblquote  he told her, waggling his cock.\par
\tab The girl closed her eyes then went to the task assigned her, opening her eyes as she went down licking all the cum off of her uncle\rquote s body; then she sucked the cum off of his cock.\par
\tab\ldblquote Mandy,\rdblquote  he said to ten year Amanda, \ldblquote clean your brother off.\rdblquote\par
\tab Amanda almost sighed a sigh of reluctance if not despair.  But she held off at the last moment of doing so--it would have resulted in a severe spanking.  On her own, she slipped off her panties then went to her knees, servicing her brother.\page\tab A little while later and Packard was on the phone, flogging his dog as he spoke without detailing what he was talking about.\par
\tab\ldblquote I have something you might be interested in.\rdblquote  Packard said to whoever on the other end of the phone.\par
\tab\ldblquote It\rquote s almost as good as the other one, better even.\rdblquote\par
\tab A pause while whoever at the other end spoke their turn.\par
\tab Then, \ldblquote Good deal.  And I\rquote m sure I can do better, too.  If you\rquote re interested.\rdblquote\par
\tab Another pause.\par
\tab Then, \ldblquote Yeah?  I think I can handle that.\rdblquote  Packard was smiling and had a boner going.  Little Coleen was moving by the open kitchen, he snapped his fingers and the eight year old came to him.  He hugged her about the head, pressing her against him.  On her own she fondled his erection, stroked it and then began kissing it.\par
\tab When the phone call was concluded he fully inserted his wicked cock into her mouth, a hand behind her head working her back and forth.  When nearing the apex of the pivotal outcum--he hefted his young niece up onto the small kitchen table, opened her legs and stuffed her young snatch box with his manhood and fucked the young girl into oblivion!\par
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\tab When Packard left his humble abode, he did not do so alone.  In the truck with him tagged along Skyler and Jake.  Before leaving, though, Packard had called in an order for pizza--again.  While waiting he fucked the snot out of Amanda and had Beth suck the cum off of her sister\rquote s pussy.  Sister Coleen sat on brother Erine\rquote s face while the young boy was deeply sodomized by the uncle.  When the uncle came, Coleen licked the boy\rquote s asshole clean, as well as her uncle\rquote s funky cock.\par
\tab Amanda and Davy had watched.  It looked as if Amanda was furious and Davy pissed.  Packard looked as if though he had been a little rough with the young kiddies.  He bitched to Amanda and Davy about their attitude--to wit the kids showed a little moxy and bitched back.\par
\tab This only resulted in the kids being yanked by the arm across the bed and spanked beyond belief--bare handed.  Davy tried to intervene but was knocked silly against the wall.\par
\tab After Amanda had been spanked to the extreme--her young ass blazing red with steam rising off of the delicate skin, Davy got his turn--but with a belt.  the boy was pinned and lashed ridiculously to the point Skyler was ready to stop him.\par
\tab But the man stopped just sky of bringing blood to the boy\rquote s ass.\par
\tab The kids beaten were scolded and yelled at.\par
\tab Then, the phone was unplugged, unknown to the kids.\par
\tab When the pizza boy--the same one--appeared and he didn\rquote t look happy, he was when he left.  Packard slipped him a ten dollar bill on top of the pizza bill!  That was a HUGE tip for the delivery!  But Packard made the boy promise not to tell anyone.  The boy nodded and left very elated.\par
\tab A few slices of pizza were given to Thor and Packard locked the door in a manner in which was unopenable by the kids from even inside.  Thor remained outside.  Packard squatted down and spoke to his dog, \ldblquote Anyone gets out--maul \lquote em.\rdblquote  he said in a demanding tone.  He looked eye to eye to his dog, then pointed to the trailer, snapped his fingers, and the dog bounded to the sliding patio door and curled up.  \par
\tab Packard made for the porno store downtown.\par
\tab Skyler and Jake followed.\par
\tab Inside--it was a first for Skyler and Jake--they were overwhelmed at the porno--books, magazines, and dildos.  Then there were the lecherous pervs jacking off in the video booths.  Some booths guys were sucking off another guy, or sitting on the lap of another getting doinked in the ass.  Nude guys gave one another massages in a steam room.  Others were 69ing or peeing or cumming on one another.  It was incredible.\par
\tab Packard Ghash met with a pudgy balding man and they went into a private room.  Twenty minutes later and they re-emerged, with Ghash tucking some bills into a shirt pocket.  A transaction of some sort had taken place.  (he HAD taken the video tape with him\'85)\par
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\tab It was a tad bit better riding with the Subject rather than just following him, losing him, searching for him, finding him, and losing him again.  He drove around the small desert town, pausing now and then to scope out various girls and boys at parks, the aquatic center, and such places where children of various ages assembled.\par
\tab Packard stopped at a recreational complex, shutting of the engine.  He hadn\rquote t parked in the main parking are, nor the overflow and special parking.  Packard parked in the rear area that was something of an alley.  There was a fence surrounding the multi sport complex, a fence covered mostly in ivy with an ice plant base.\page\tab But still, anyone could see into the area, the tennis courts, basketball, handball, and driving range-golf course.  Packard sat still for a moment or two after shutting off the engine, then he popped open the creaking/squeaking in need of oiling door.  The day\rquote s temp was ungodly and the two unseen riders would much rather have been in Forrest\rquote s SUV with a/c--or preferably back at Breezy\rquote s sipping on brew.\par
\tab Packard had been to the multiplex before, there was a spot along the fence that allowed passage, it was hidden by the heavy coverage of ivy.  Leisurely he strolled along the tennis courts, the back drop of the multiplex.  With soaring temp there was no one present.  There was an air conditioned multi use room where most warm bodies cooled down with indoor type games.\par
\tab The only fools weathering the intense heat was those involved with golfing, i.e. the driving range.  Only a few bodies were driving balls into the atmosphere.  Packard didn\rquote t look the part of being a golf pro, tennis, or basketballer.  He didn\rquote t even look the part of a person involved in any type of sport--unless of course it was Bowling for Pussy!\par
\tab Packard made way to the outside soda machine and got a soda.  Then, continuing to be nonchalant meandered about the place until he was at the utility shed.  It was locked but he seemed to have a key.  After chugging the soda and tucking the can in his pocket, he opened the door and stepped inside, closing the door behind him.\par
\tab Skyler and Jake looked to one another, shrugged and made their way to the shed--just in time to see the door open.  Packard Ghash it was, re-locking the door.  He was in new duds, a groundskeeper\rquote s clothes.  His ugly unkempt hair tucked up under a ball cap.  Then, with a garbage stick grabber he walked leisurely up the small hill to the driving range.\par
\tab Five peoples were sweating it out at the mini-golf course, the range was some 400 yards down to the end.  Little white balls all over the place.  Two elderly men blasted their bucket of balls and chatted after each swing.   A black girl seemed to be by herself and a young adult.  A boy in his late teens took a few whacks sending his balls WAY downrange.  \par
\tab The fifth person was a young teen white girl.  She seemed the most concentrated in her driving.  Nice tits, nice swing, great ass.  A tall girl but she seemed no more than fourteen or so.  A green polo shirt with short beige shorts.  Bouncy light brown hair, long narrow jaw line, good form and poise and well disciplined--in the fine art that was golf.\page\tab Slowly Packard meandered up the hill and made his way haphazardly close to the teen white girl.  The teen black girl and the young adult male left.  The two old codgers had had enough and left as well.\par
\tab He didn\rquote t seem to be in any particular hurry, just moseying until he was right up close to the lone teenage girl.  He gave a slow look about, the unseen Skyler and Jake did so as well.\par
\tab\ldblquote You doing okay, pal?\rdblquote  Jake asked of his friend.\par
\tab Skyler was doing okay, he was hot but otherwise there still didn\rquote t seem to be any side effects.\par
\tab Suddenly, something seemed to be happening--to the lone teen girl.\par
\tab Packard was up against her, he seemed to be talking harshly and seemed to have something similar to a gun in his hand, pressed against the girl\rquote s side.  She at first attempted to use the golf club as a weapon of her own, she DID stomp on his foot but then her young body twitched and she jerked to submission.\par
\tab Stumbling some they quickly moved to the ivy fence and the hole therein.  Skyler and Jake followed suit.  The girl was rushed into Packard\rquote s truck and secured (bound hand and foot with bicycle chain and bungee cords.)  she was shoved down into the floorboard and zapped once more with a makeshift cattle prod.\par
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\tab For someone who had just made off with a kidnapping--he tempted fate by speeding along the highway risking everything by blowing passed a hungry cop.  Packard zoomed out of the desert town and made for the Outskirts.  The unseen boys in the back of the ratty pickup thought surely he was making for home.\par
\tab It was getting dark and it wasn\rquote t until the truck made a quick turn onto a rutted and extremely sorry road that Skyler and Jake realized they were way passed the Outskirts and Slopes.  They had no idea where the hell they were.  It was a desert road, though--and little used.  Packard punched the gas and they sped off into the deep of the flat desert.\par
\tab A partial moon gave light enough to show a huge ridge stretching up from the desert floor, but that was all.  Skyler and Jake could not make out any other signs of landmarks to tell them of where they were.  The truck had come to a dusty stop at the base of the rocky ridge.  It was near nine in the evening.  The air was just cooling, but still warm.\par
\tab Skyler and Jake nearly choked to death on the dust that settled on them.  Packard got out and took a quick piss, farted, and then pulled (yanked) the teenage kidnap victim out.\page\tab There was a shack.  A miner\rquote s shack, tin it was with wood and other materials mixed in.  One window but it was too glazed over with grime and time.  The girl was left withering on the hot sand while Packard went inside.  A lantern was lit.  The man return and paused a moment then dragged the girl by her hair into the tin shack, shutting the door.\par
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Cold Awakening\par
\tab A train.  That\rquote s what it was.  A HUGE train, one of those OLD steam locomotives at full power running full tilt down a track, over a trestle--running through his head.\par
\tab The rumbling was incredible.\par
\tab Then, the locomotive was replaced by what seemed to be a series of serious cracking.  Much more than a simple floorboard of a spooky house.  One hundred thousand times more.  Something more than crispy cereal crunching.  Ten thousand times more.  \par
\tab Then it was cold.\par
\tab Real cold.\par
\tab Damn cold.\par
\tab Freezing cold.\par
\tab Then, he was reminded of an ice breaker, one of those ice breaker ships of the Navy--crunching its way thru the frozen artic ice.  Then it was a huge sailing ship of bygone days--its timbers creaking as much as the ice it tried to break thru.\par
\tab Something seemed to grab his ankles, pulling him DOWN into the frozen water; he tried clawing his way up, he saw the keel of the great wooden sailing ship and clear blue sky but was no match for whatever had a grip on his feet.\par
\tab Looking down to see--he saw a shrouded figure in a gray cloak.\par
\tab From the center of the figure protruded a long shaking stick, the end of which had wrapped about his feet like the roots of a tree.  Forrest panicked and clawed faster thru the churning frozen water; his hands grabbed the slick boards of the ship but the ship was moving too fast and he figure below him had a good grip.\par
\tab With his lungs bursting at the seams, all air in his body gone, if not frozen, there was nothing to do but relax and let death come.  He closed his eyes, drew his arms about him tight and was pulled down.\page\tab His life did NOT pass before his eyes.  There was nothing.  No images of past loves, anyone in his life, life\rquote s goals not attained or anything of the sort.  There was nothing.  Nothing at all.  An inky darkness swallowed in around him, the cold freezing temp of his watery tomb seemed to ebb and not be so cold.\par
\tab There was a time period of nothingness.  It was strange.  He had no thoughts.  None.  Were any needed?  Casually he wondered if this was a time to reflect?  To recount his evilness, or at the very least hold himself accountable.  \par
\tab The implant, the Experiment 0110--was that cause of all his ills?\par
\tab He had gone over that notion several times.  He just didn\rquote t know.  A government cover-up, illegal operation, a set-up, an experiment gone wrong (or right?)\par
\tab Was his life his own?\par
\tab Suddenly he smelled--cookies!  Fresh from the oven--oatmeal-raisin & chocolate chip!  Apple cinnamon cookies, too!  Sugar cookies!  And his mom!  He saw his lovely mom.  She was in her white apron, powder blue dress, her up in a bun.  She was a tall woman, and she looked soooooo pretty.  \par
\tab Outside the trees in the front yard were turning, in days it would be Halloween.  There was a nip in the air, but the house was warm, his dad was stoking the fire, puffing on his big pipe.  Soon Santa Claus would be arriving, soon.\par
\tab Then, he was surrounded by friends, boys and girls alike.  The scented air of cookies was replaced by paste!  On the walls and at the windows were colored construction paper with pumpkins and scarecrows on them.  Ms. Krabopple busied herself helping the other students put together class projects.  She was pretty, too.  Damn pretty.  She always wore long dresses to the knees, but her \ldblquote V\rdblquote  line plunged kinda low.  She had the sweetest smile ever!  She always smelled good, too.\par
\tab Jenny Loper in her very pretty light blue dress with white lace was too cute for her own good.  Always smiling, laughing, and in good spirits.  He liked her and sometimes she winked at him.  His best friend Paul tried relentlessly to get him to go to her, to talk to her, something--anything!\par
\tab But Forrest\rquote s feet always seemed glued to the classroom floor.\par
\tab The bell rang.  Ms. K rapped her knuckles on the conference desk getting the 20 kids\rquote  attention.  It was recess.  Hordes of elated children bustled passed Forrest out to the play yard.  \page\tab Forrest held firm, clenching his ten year old fists.  His mouth was suddenly dry as target Jenny came up to him--to pass by and go play.  She looked at him.  She looked right at him.\par
\tab Was she saying anything?  Forrest gulped and couldn\rquote t speak.\par
\tab For a moment he thought the girl was pissed off at him.\par
\tab But then she smiled.\par
\tab The smile made him happy.  Real happy.  He felt strange inside, he felt as if he were melting!  He couldn\rquote t think, talk, or move.  \par
\tab\ldblquote Wanna play?\rdblquote  Jenny asked.  She held his hand.  She HELD HIS HAND!  Forrest wanted to run--to the boys room!  A whiff of some sort of perfume came to him, it smelled like green apples.  There was lip gloss on the girls lips.  Her blue eyes were incredible, her white skin so creamy.\par
\tab The girl shook her head sadly and proceeded to go on.  But Forrest still held her hand.\par
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\tab Just behind the equipment shed where Mr. Boyd the janitor smoked his cigarettes and drank from a silver flask Forrest and Jenny held hands giggling to one another.  It was Jenny who had led the young Forrest there--this just after leaving the classroom it was noticed that ten year old Forrest had a boner.  A raging boner!  Jenny saw it and turned red, giggling and smiling.\par
\tab Forrest turned red but he wasn\rquote t giggling.\par
\tab\ldblquote Can I see it?\rdblquote  she said when at the \ldblquote hidden\rdblquote  locale.\par
\tab Forrest gulped and was speechless.  At first he didn\rquote t know what \ldblquote it\rdblquote  was she was referring to.  He pulled out of his pocket a bird\rquote s egg.\par
\tab No, that wasn\rquote t it.\par
\tab He pulled out some string, a marble he had won playing marbles, a huge rubber band he had found, a nickel that he was going to use for chocolate milk instead of the white crap.  \par
\tab No, no, no, and no.\par
\tab From his other pocket\'85\par
\tab Jenny pointed to his bulge.\par
\tab\ldblquote No, silly, THAT!\rdblquote  \par
\tab Forrest gulped.  She wanted to see his willy!\par
\tab And so she did.  Timidly with trembling fingers he unzipped his pants.  He was nervous, but didn\rquote t know why.  They WERE at school, though, outside, and not all that secluded.  And what if the bell to return to class rang?\par
\tab But he couldn\rquote t deny Jenny--could he?\page\tab Surely not!\par
\tab With pants unzipped he tugged down his underwear and--out it popped!  Jenny gleamed and almost shrieked her delight.  Forrest beamed, he thought his pee-pee was pretty nice, too.  He stroked it and tugged the skin back so as to make it even BIGGER!\par
\tab\ldblquote Oooooooooh,\rdblquote  ahhed Jenny.\par
\tab\ldblquote Can I touch it?\rdblquote  she asked.\par
\tab Forrest felt something stirring in his stomach, he felt almost ill.\par
\tab He couldn\rquote t speak and Jenny didn\rquote t seem to care, she reached out her hand and gripped the small member.  She smiled even more, ear to ear as they say.  Slowly she moved her hand up and down his little dick, squeezing it at the base and at the \ldblquote helmet.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote It feels nice.\rdblquote  she said.\par
\tab Forrest stared at her.  A flash there was as he thought of Amber Tryst, Carlie Bowlery, Stephanie Harp, and several other girls in his class.  He imaged himself walking up to each one in class, whipping out his pee-pee and seeing them do what Jenny was doing.\par
\tab\ldblquote Wanna see mine?\rdblquote\par
\tab The words he knew but didn\rquote t understand.\par
\tab He stared at the girl.  \ldblquote You don\rquote t have one of these!\rdblquote  he said sternly.\par
\tab\lquote Do you?\rquote  he wondered.  He wasn\rquote t too sure.\par
\tab Jenny giggled and lightly pushed him, \ldblquote You\rquote re so silly!\rdblquote\par
\tab Jenny pulled up her dress and stood in pretty light blue panties with yellow duckies all over them.  Forrest\rquote s mouth dropped.  \ldblquote Holy shit!\rdblquote  he blurted.\par
\tab\ldblquote Ahm!\rdblquote  giggled Jenny.\par
\tab Forrest wasn\rquote t sure what he had said, his mind was in a whirl.\par
\tab Jenny pulled the top of her panties open.  Forrest leaned forward to peek down.  He didn\rquote t see a pee-pee, he didn\rquote t really see much at all.\par
\tab The bell rang and that was that.\par
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\tab\ldblquote I wanna see you pee!\rdblquote\par
\tab Forrest didn\rquote t really have to pee, but maybe he could.  They were in the underground passageway that went under the four-lane highway by their school.  Most of the children/students going to school had done gone, only a few stragglers there would be.  Forrest and Jenny had made it a new point to be kinda late, but not tardy.  Both walked to school as they didn\rquote t really live that far from school.  \page\tab In the underground passage it was illuminated with dull yellow recessed lights--most of which were broken, broken out, or burned out.  Way down in the middle was where the darkest area was, but one could still see just a little.  At each end there was daylight and lighting.  Anyone coming down the steps into the passage could be well enough heard well in advance.\par
\tab Forrest unzipped and hauled out his dick.  It was significantly hard.  He didn\rquote t think it had gone \lquote down\rquote  since the other day showing it to Jenny.  (and he had found that in his bed if he lay on his stomach there was a unique feeling, a sensation he had never had before tantalizing his pee-pee.  Natural instinct took him to the level of \ldblquote humping.\rdblquote )\par
\tab\ldblquote I-I don\rquote t think I can.\rdblquote  he told the strange glowing girl.\par
\tab Jenny tugged on his pee-pee, \ldblquote Wanna see ME pee?\rdblquote\par
\tab Forrest gulped and smiled.  His penis shuddered and he did--he DID want to see her pee.\par
\tab Jenny squatted down.  She wore a dark green dress (with lace).  She was ooooooooh so pretty.  Forrest squatted down but couldn\rquote t really see much.  He was kinda disappointed.  \ldblquote I cant see.\rdblquote  he complained.  \ldblquote We need more light.\rdblquote\par
\tab Jenny stopped.  She stood and smoothed out her dress and paused to think a moment.  Other students came wandering down the passageway stairs.  Jenny and Forrest grabbed hands and skeedaddled.\par
\tab Jenny tried to get him to pee all the day, once at one of the morning recesses, then at lunch, then at the afternoon recess.  At lunch Forrest DID get a better looksee at Jenny\rquote s poon.  It was hairless, just skin.  Vividly he recalled it but couldn\rquote t rightly determine if it was a \ldblquote virgin\rdblquote  poon or not.\par
\tab After noshing on their lunch, ditching their friends, the two came to be at the old equipment shed (again.)  After Forrest whipped out his pee-pee, Jenny quickly \ldblquote helped herself\rdblquote  to it.  She stroked it with a loving touch then squeezed his tiny hairless testicles.  As he recalled, she seemed to be licking her lips!\par
\tab After much ado about tugging and fondling, Forrest knew he wasn\rquote t going to be able to pee.  He didn\rquote t know why, but he knew that when he had a \ldblquote stiffy\rdblquote  he couldn\rquote t pee.  Jenny didn\rquote t mind, she squatted and pulled her panties at the crotch to one side.  This gave Forrest insight on the girl\rquote s poon, where she peed from.\par
\tab He was all kinds of curious and awed.  All kinds.\par
\tab Jenny was beginning to pee when the voices of others came to close.\par
\tab Jenny stood up and three fifth grade boys came around the corner.\page\tab One of the boys had a pack of cigarettes in his hand.\par
\tab\ldblquote Fuck off, fourth graders!\rdblquote  yelled the boy.  Forrest wanted to pop him for swearing in front of his girl.  But getting his ass kicked in front of his girl would be bad.  The two held hands and Forrest seared with the catcalls from the fifth graders about \ldblquote Oooooh, holding hands!\rdblquote  and a bunch of other crap.\par
\tab After school the two were walking home, Forrest lived further away than Jenny.  At the corner of where they would part, \ldblquote Do you got to go right home?\rdblquote  Jenny asked.\tab\par
\tab Forrest shrugged, \ldblquote I guess not, why?\rdblquote\par
\tab Jenny smiled.  Something wicked flashed in her pretty eyes\'85\par
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\tab\ldblquote He\rquote s coming around--I think\rdblquote\par
\tab Voices there were, kinda familiar.  \par
\tab Faces there were, also kinda familiar.\par
\tab He felt awful, mostly cold, and then every fiber of his being was in peril.  Someone gave him a cup, it had hot water in it.  It was near night, a light breeze that was cool wasn\rquote t welcomed to an already frozen broken body.  He sat up on his elbows, \ldblquote What--\rdblquote  he looked at the group and to the fire.  It was small but blazing.\par
\tab\ldblquote Dusty found a lighter.\rdblquote  explained Holly.\par
\tab\ldblquote Yeah, all kinds of stuff down the river aways at a--\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote How long have I been--out.\rdblquote  Forrest said, swallowing the hot water.\par
\tab\ldblquote Two days.\rdblquote  replied Holly.\par
\tab Forrest sighed.  He was weak, he was tired, he was cold.\par
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\tab The remains of a paddlewheel boat there was at the bend in the river.  It looked as if though it had run aground up against the bank--and it had done so a long-long time ago.  Scattered about were some belongings of those who had been aboard the Dixie River Queen.  No salvageable clothing, and not much else, either.  Dustin had found a cigarette lighter and amazingly--it worked!\par
\tab Pocket watches and jewelry were what else.  A small folding pocket knife that couldn\rquote t be opened, a tin box of something (possibly a snuff box) and decaying wood.\par
\tab On board the vessel was a bit better--not much but gold coins, tapestries, paintings and etc.  No clothing, none that were useful, anyways.  An old-old powder & ball pirate-like gun was found, secured in the Captain\rquote s quarters.  \page\tab The entire boat was musty and falling apart, water seeped in everywhere.  A spyglass, a knife for filleting found in the galley along with several usable can of food.  Bedding was utilized to cart the new found goodies.\par
\tab Once outside and giving the Dixie River Queen a final look, Holly and Annie came up from the meadow, \ldblquote We found something.\rdblquote  (else)\par
\tab Not far away from the boat there was a clearing, it was being overgrown but there were as many as two dozen graves.  Planks from the Dixie River Queen had been used as markers.\par
\tab A ship\rquote s captain\rquote s cap was hanging on one of the markers.\par
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A feel for the land\par
\tab\ldblquote I\rquote m glad you\rquote re okay.\rdblquote  Holly said to him.\par
\tab Forrest was glad, too.  They moved from the river and followed the footpath thru the meadow.  It led to the forest and they probably would wind up BACK behind from whence they had come.  But whatever--he was in no fucking way whatsoever climbing the rock hill of the waterfall.  Fuck that!\par
\tab For a strange reason, Forrest wasn\rquote t horny.  Not in the least.  He figured he\rquote d be alright in a day or two, \ldblquote kissing death\rdblquote  had a dramatic effect on one\rquote s psyche.  \par
\tab At nightfall, with yet still an unphaisng moon, the gang stopped and made camp.  A campfire was made and the foodstuffs proved fruitful--for reals; like whole peaches, cherries, apples, beans\'85\par
\tab A few pots and pans were taken (from the Dixie River Queen) and so beans and such was cooked up and consumed.  And hours later in the dead of night--the gas attack made its presence known.\par
\tab Forrest wasn\rquote t asleep.  He had dosed off some, he tried to re-capture a sweet dream he had had when he was unconscious after being pulled from the brink of death.  It would come.  But he had something else that would\'85\par
\tab He focused his attention on Jamie.  Though the night was cool and they all had secured bedding from the Dixie River Queen riverboat, bedding that was suitable and not so worn with age, Forrest shucked his covering and removed his pants, too.\par
\tab His cock was hard and \ldblquote ready\rdblquote .\par
\tab\lquote Take your clothes off.\rquote  he told the girl via a mind link.\par
\tab Under the covers Jamie made movements as if complying.\page\tab Forrest stroked his favorite organ and beckoned the girl to come to him.  If anyone else was awake and saw--it wasn\rquote t known AND he didn\rquote t care.  Sitting up against a small boulder Forrest brought the girl to his lap.  She hadn\rquote t been that far so standing up and walking five feet to him was ridiculous--she crawled over instead.\par
\tab Once to him he had the girl just come settle on his lap, specifically his cock.  It slid near effortless up into her poon.  His hands went to her ass and she took his member fully.  (with a slight groan and almost instant orgasm!)\par
\tab Forrest\rquote s hands clenched the girl\rquote s bum and she lightly bounced up and down on his shaft, \lquote This\rquote ll help keep you from farting!\rquote  he snickered to himself--and maybe Jamie heard it do.\par
\tab\ldblquote Are you going to pee or what?\rdblquote  someone (a girl) said to someone else in the camp.\par
\tab Are you going to pee--or what.  Forrest held Jamie, she snuggled into Forrest and he only lightly continued his activity with her.  His mind laxed, his eyes closed.  The air was sweetened by the surrounding meadow flowers.  Cool breezes drifted and cooled him and then there was a brief lingering warm air.\par
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Sweet Memories\par
\tab\ldblquote Are you going to pee or what?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Give me a second,\rdblquote  he bitched, \ldblquote I cant do it with you standing there.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote I can go home!\rdblquote  she replied dramatically.\par
\tab Forrest didn\rquote t say anything, he didn\rquote t want her to go home, that was for sure.  He knew he always had to pee as soon as he got home.  But with Jenny stand right close by him, his penis wasn\rquote t little like it usually was--it was stiff!\par
\tab And when it was stiff--it wasn\rquote t going to let him pee.  But if he could concentrate--not think of Jenny standing by him and concentrate solely on the act that was peeing\'85 \par
\tab They were down by the river, the river which only had a small creek of a river out in its middle.  Three sections of huge weirs there were with a canal running along one side.  A train trestle there was, too, spanning the entire river width and adjacent canal.\par
\tab A park there was by the river, and an activities center.  The entire area was rather low key, middle lower class to low lower class.  Not actually a slum area, but real close--real close.  Neither Jenny or Forrest lived in that particular area, but they were within walking distance.\page\tab Forrest had held his pee-pee, concentrating hard.  A smaller canal there was that fed directly from the river.  It was only full when the river in wet years was full, it served as a run off diversion.  A small weir was there, too.  It was down from the upper bank of the river where hikers and those who had horses roamed.\par
\tab No one was about, though; just Jenny and Forrest.  It was just after school time and it was blazing hot.  But cool enough by the river.  There was a little water in the secondary canal, not much, mostly stagnant and non-moving.  Huge masses of green icky algae were everywhere.\par
\tab\lquote Maybe I can pee on that!\rquote  Forrest said to himself.\par
\tab A small trickle shot out and splashed only down to the debris at the rusted iron grates weir.\par
\tab Then there was an ant.  A big fire ant.  Forrest had always hated them, several of them had bitten once--since then he had despised them and mad e it a point in life to kill them.  A magnifying glass was one method, gasoline was another.  Dropping marbles, his school books, and flat out just stomping on them.\par
\tab But peeing on them seemed to be pretty cool, too.\par
\tab So he did.\par
\tab Jenny giggled beside him and peeked around as he did so.  When a steady stream of pee began there was no stopping it.  His concentration was locked, he knew Jenny was there at his side, and she usually gave him cause for a boner--but he somehow managed to concentrate on pissing on the darting ant.\par
\tab Forrest was finally pissed out.  \lquote cept for the \ldblquote shake\rdblquote  and wiggle to get every last drop of pee out.  \lquote Ah!  That\rquote s better!\rquote   he held off the pesky fart that was itching to sneak a cheek out.  He turned to Jenny, \ldblquote Your turn!\rdblquote  he beamed brightly.\par
\tab Jenny giggled and looked around, there was a cement block cut-out at the end of the weir, she made her way to it, flipped up her dress to flash her young friend, then slid her undies down part way, then squatted.\par
\tab Forrest squatted before her eyes glued to what he could see.\par
\tab He saw a bare naked crotch.  To describe it actually he couldn\rquote t.  It was a pussy, a girl\rquote s pussy.  She peed from it, she didn\rquote t have a dick, or balls.  It was the difference of girls and boys--any more than that and he was clueless.  It was smooth skin with a slit in the middle.  Suddenly, a steady stream of yellow urine spurted out of the slit.  Jenny giggled and Forrest had wood.\page\par
Strange, Weird, and Different\par
\tab There were no ants to be seen.  No crickets, roaches, or mice.  No flying insects, no crawling insects.  No vermin, no birds, no animals period.  Kinda strange.  Damn strange.\par
\tab Was it cause for alarm?  Concern?  Fright?\par
\tab Unknown.\par
\tab The full moon continued, night after night after night.\par
\tab The food gleaned from the river boat would last them a few a days.\par
\tab Some containers had been suitable for carrying water.\par
\tab Carrying it all was a bitch, though.  Forrest carried the bulk in a so-so knapsack made from the bedding of the riverboat.  The others carried smaller versions.\par
\tab One day seemed no different than the previous.\par
\tab They had gone into woods, pre-forest type trees again, but different trees altogether.  The trail they followed was still present.  The entire area seemed far better--less spooky, than the previous forest.  They also felt as if though they were heading slightly downhill\'85\par
\tab After four days they emerged from the woods to a waist high meadow of plain green grass.  There was an \ldblquote object\rdblquote  before them at some distance.  After a night\rquote s rest and the following the \lquote object\rquote  was still there, they made for it.  The trail had ended at the new meadow.\par
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\tab As they neared closer and closer, more detail of the object came to be and it was determined to be in fact a vehicle--of some kind.\par
\tab\ldblquote How can a truck be here?\rdblquote  asked Willy--for indeed that was what it was--a truck, of some kind.\par
\tab It was a truck, it had run off of a narrow berm of which was actually a one-lane dirt road.  The road was overgrown with grass, no weeds.  A deep gouge there was on the side of the berm where the truck\rquote s front tire had gone askew.\par
\tab It was an OLD truck, tall cab, short extended bulbous nose, with a flat square twelve foot bed with a three foot stake bed railing encircling it.  It was a truck of the 30s or 40s.  Huge tools, rope, chain, and engine parts were strewn all over the bed of the truck.\par
\tab\ldblquote Probably the same way the boat had gotten here.\rdblquote\par
\tab The steering wheel was huge, as was the typical style of that time period.  The interior of the small cab (but tall) was crudy, aged, and musty.  The seats were well worn but by age and the weather.  \page\tab\ldblquote A door, a doorway, kind of like what we came thru--what me and Austin, you guys--\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote But I thought the doorways were like doorways--\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote No, apparently not.\rdblquote   Forrest looked around to see if a jumbo jet might be laying around somewhere.\par
\tab There wasn\rquote t so he slid into the frayed seat.\par
\tab There was no dust.  Which was just plain weird.  A key was in the ignition.  Turning it resulted in--nothing.\par
\tab As expected.\par
\tab\ldblquote Wont start, huh?\rdblquote  said Willy.\par
\tab\ldblquote Not without help.\rdblquote  Forrest replied.\par
\tab He stared down the narrow berm road, on the left of which they had tredged, waist high green grass and the unique forest beyond it.  To the right, ankle deep green grass, mostly clover and what seemed to be a variety of ice plants stretching out as far as could be seen.  Behind where the truck came from, and endless ribbon of dirt road.\par
\tab Before them a forest of some type, rolling hills, picturesque serenity.\par
\tab Forrest was just plain frustrated.  If there were Doorways IN there had to be Doorways OUT.  He had no intention of getting friendly with that gray shrouded cloaked freak back at the rocky hill.  He counted himself lucky that he didn\rquote t drown or freeze to death in the river of the rocky hill.\par
\tab Looking over the kids, he wondered casually--what would have become of them IF he and Austin came upon them?  There was a point where Forrest thought of NOT continuing his trek of exploration into the horseshoe canyon where his hand disappeared in the wall.  The first time should have told him to turn the hell around and go back to Breezy\rquote s.\par
\tab But, if he and Austin had done so--the fate of Jamie, Holly, Annie, Dustin, and Willy would have been sealed.  They, like the poor souls of the ill fated Dixie River Queen would have not survived long in the new world.\par
\tab Forrest sat back in the old truck.  His feet were tired.  The kids were tired.  A \ldblquote ride\rdblquote  sure would be nice.  He had no idea where they were going, they had food and water, but all the walking around was a bitch--a real bitch.\par
\tab He then noticed the foot starter.\par
\tab In the \ldblquote olden days\rdblquote , the vehicles were started by a starter pedal on the floorboard by the accelerator.  Forrest turned the key again--pressed his tired foot down onto the accelerator.\par
\tab Nope.\par
\tab He sighed.  \lquote Shit.\rquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Mind if I try?\rdblquote  spoke up Willy.\par
\tab Forrest looked to the boy, \ldblquote Knock yourself out.\rdblquote  he said.\par
\tab The boy popped the hood of the old truck and began tinkering.\par
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Dirty Rotten Scoundrels Continuing\par
\tab Skyler had always thought cattle prods were those long rod things with one end the dangerous zapping end to motivate cattle to move.  Not so.  There were \ldblquote personal\rdblquote  type, handheld cattle prods for close quarter motivation.  Still were just as crude and delivered the same amount \ldblquote motivation.\rdblquote\par
\tab Packard Ghash had one, handheld and dangerous.\par
\tab The girl he used it on was frightened out of her wits.  She had pissed herself and trembled all over.  She begged and pleaded and went thru all the normal jazz of \ldblquote Please let me go.\rdblquote  and others.\par
\tab All of which fell on deaf ears--or someone who didn\rquote t care and wasn\rquote t going to concern himself with other\rquote s desires.  His desires were all that mattered.\par
\tab With the handheld cattle prod in hand Packard Ghash the Asshole \ldblquote motivated\rdblquote  young April Bareen into a position she had never been in before--face down, ass up.  Her hands were tied securely behind her with rough trucker\rquote s rope.  Her ankles had been undone, though.\par
\tab Packard began running his hands all over the girl\rquote s ass.  She knew what was going to happen.  So did Ghash.  He sneered and grinned and pushed down his pants; there was no underwear so his manhood was promptly at the ready.\par
\tab April cried.  She sobbed and peed herself more.  Which was only a turn-on for Packard Ghash.  \ldblquote Yeah, baby, piss for me!\rdblquote  he grinned.  He smacked her ass and yanked roughly her beige shorts down.\par
\tab Nice white panties with raspberries and purple flowers all over.\par
\tab Packard took a moment to look, then, smiling--down they were taken.\par
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\tab With the girl having pissed herself, and the electrical prongs touching her bare skin WHERE she had pissed herself--the girl was all kinds of freaking out and in peril.  Packard had his wicked willy up against the girl, spanking her with his massive hard-on, gliding it up and down her young furry teenage snatch, ass crack, and poking her hole.\page\tab The girl stopped crying and carrying on when Packard\rquote s manhood crammed its way into her glory hole.  Dramatically and without care Packard eased himself into the girl\rquote s ass; his hands gripped her hips hard and he began to pump.\par
\tab The pain was intense--apparently.  The girl couldn\rquote t let out one audible sound.  Mercilessly Packard slammed the girl, squeezing cheeks and sodomizing the fourteen year old until she nearly passed out.\par
\tab\lquote Dude, you gonna do something?\rquote  Jake whispered to Skyler.\par
\tab Skyler didn\rquote t know.  He didn\rquote t know if he could, or should.  He worried just a tad that if he DID intervene on the girl\rquote s behalf--the Contraption might fail him and he and Jake would be visible.  And what was worse was that they might be incapacitated--fucked up and unable to do anything for a few scant seconds--or even minutes!\par
\tab And that wouldn\rquote t do.  With Packard Ghash the insidious bastard was capable of anything.  And that wouldn\rquote t do, either.\par
\tab Packard did his thing with the promising golf pro, sat back to admire his cock work and his come spurting out of the girl\rquote s hole.  He smiled wickedly and smoothed his hands over the girl\rquote s tortured bum.\par
\tab Then, he wrenched the hapless girl with the smoldering sphincter over onto her back.  The air in the small shed was stale, not too mention hot.  The lantern light was dull but still shed some light.\par
\tab A miner\rquote s shed of some sort, put together by remnants of \ldblquote whatever\rdblquote  could be found and was handy.  Roughly assembled furniture with a square wood/coal fired stove the only object that was sound.\par
\tab Miner\rquote s tools lay everywhere, buckets and pails, chunks of coal and clods of dirt.  There was no floor, what was the point.  Some cabinets there were, shody at best and questionable the rest.\par
\tab April wept as her beige shorts were yanked down her legs.  Some golf balls she had in her pockets plopped out.  Ghash snickered and picked one up.  He then roughly (again) wrenched the girl over onto her face, ass up.  Her entire crack was laden with his spunk--and some blood.  The vile man took the golf ball he had and STUFFED it into the girl\rquote s smoldering rectum.\par
\tab Again the girl lost the ability to squeal or make sounds.\par
\tab The regulation sized golf ball went in.  Not easily, but Ghash didn\rquote t care.  The hole had just been fucked and lubed.  The girl wailed as the ball was inserted, it was pushed inward until it had fully disappeared.  Ghash sat back on his haunches and snickered.\page\tab The girl tried \ldblquote pooping\rdblquote  the ball out of her anus, it was most uncomfortable.  Ghash smacked the girl\rquote s ass, \ldblquote Don\rquote t you fucking dare, bitch!\rdblquote  he seethed.  \ldblquote I\rquote ll shove your fucking golf stick up in there if you do!\rdblquote  he didn\rquote t have the girl\rquote s golf \ldblquote stick\rdblquote  club, but she didn\rquote t know that.\par
\tab The golf ball was crammed in a little more.  Packard then searched the dirty floor crusted floor for another--and found one.  There was more stiff resistance to the insertion of the second ball--which infuriated Packard.\par
\tab Roughly the tormented teen was wrench over (again), her shorts and wet panties were at her ankles.  The man made his way up between the girl, \ldblquote inserting\rdblquote  not the golf ball into her cunny, but the hand held cattle prod.\par
\tab April Bareen shuddered, shook, trembled and the succumbed to passing out.  Packard stopped electrocuting her and mounted her, sliding his wicked schlong into her virgin poon and fucking her.  Her white knit blouse he ripped off of her as he nailed her, then her bra.  To each breast he sucked his fill, nipping the nipples and biting them, too.\par
\tab When at last he came DEEP into the virgin girl, he himself fell to a blissful compose.  Skyler and Jake held tight but desired to flee.  It was hot in the small shed, neither boy really cared for the way in which the girl was being tormented.  There was spanking, tying up a girl (or boy) more spanking, peeing on, forcing a Subject victim to act sexually, forcing subject victims to fuck others they wouldn\rquote t normally fuck--and then there was out and out torture.\par
\tab Jake and Skyler weren\rquote t so keen on that route.\par
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\tab Packard was a little rough with his own kids, but not to the extent he was lashing out to April.  He probably feared they would turn him in; but he DID have safety and security--Thor the dog kept the kids in the trashy white-trailer trash trailer, the phone was undone and the kids, his nieces and nephews, were stuck.\par
\tab He had spanked them, fucked them, had them perform for him and the others, gave them no privacy, and abused them (sexually) at will.  But he had not tortured them.  That, apparently, he left for \ldblquote others\rdblquote  who were not kin.\par
\tab He possibly just needed to \ldblquote vent\rdblquote .\par
\tab His repose lasted only a few minutes.  April stirred and still had the golf ball in her asshole.  Ghash fucked with it some more, it was almost popped out.  He stuffed it back in then mounted the girl\rquote s chest, fucking her titties before making her suck his cock.\page\tab His cock was hellish.\par
\tab Bloody still, musty already, and \ldblquote dirty\rdblquote .\par
\tab When April wouldn\rquote t suck he slapped her face nearly off.\par
\tab Then jolted her with the hand held cattle prod.\par
\tab Then, with the second golf ball he crammed it into the girl\rquote s cunny.\par
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\tab April thrashed about, wailing and crying.\par
\tab Packard pressed the prongs of the cattle prod against her virtually everywhere, and seemed mostly to concentrate his actions against her cunny and the bottoms of her feet.  During which time she pooped out the golf ball.  Which only pissed the man off more.  He grabbed the funky dirty discolored ball and while raping her for a third time, forced her to swallow the ball.\par
\tab She gagged and choked and Ghash went to town on her, fucking, slapping screaming at her; fucking, zapping her with the cattle motivator, and laughing at her.\par
\tab Finally the ordeal was over.\par
\tab Ghash continued until he got his final nut.\par
\tab He sat back off of the still girl, breathing hard.\par
\tab\lquote The fucker.\rquote  Skyler seethed.\par
\tab\lquote We shoulda done something.\rquote\par
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\tab It was after midnight.  The air was cool.  Bats tried zoning in on their midnite snacks.  Coyotes howled to one another.  The desert was a desolate dark place that was filled with a somberness as in the back of Packard Ghash\rquote s truck rode the lifeless body of April Bareen, fourteen forever.\par
\tab Jake and Skyler rode therein, too.  Neither spoke.  Jake was upset with Skyler, Skyler was upset with Skyler.  He just didn\rquote t trust the Contraption enough to do more things than the primary.  There was a \ldblquote gray\rdblquote  area of switching off from one Contraption to utilize another OR utilize another feature of the same Contraption.  During that \ldblquote gray\rdblquote  area time, a Subject NOT affected by the Contraption--but was predestined to be affected--could well enough become a problem.\par
\tab And that just wouldn\rquote t do.\par
\tab So Skyler had hesitated, debated with himself--and like the unfortunate Japper family on the lone highway, the children had survived the hellish ordeal, but not their mother.\par
\tab And now poor golf phenom April Bareen had suffered the ultimate.\page\tab Miles upon miles the truck rumbled along, it was unclear if Packard was going cross-country or using some old road.  Finally, though, shortly before 2 AM, the truck rolled to a squeaky stop.  The boys had a hell of a time keeping from giving themselves away, they dove over the side of the truck\rquote s bed, bandanas and shirts over their faces as the dust kicked up by the rumbling truck settled about them.\par
\tab Packard took a long healthy piss, farted, spit, and stretched.  He got a drink of water from a cooler and then wrestled the stiffening body of April Bareen out.  He dragged her along the desert ground a ways.  Jake and Skyler looked to one another and followed the man before he got too far away and disappeared in the darkness.\par
\tab There was a ridge of rocks they came upon, it stretched out along the desert some distance.  But it was at where the ridge of rocks jutted up towards the sky the highest that where Packard was dragging the body of April. \par
\tab At the base of the huge boulders the man stopped.  He spit and blew a narly long winded butt blast, then kicked the body of April.  Just checking it was so guessed.\par
\tab With a flashlight he began looking for something.\par
\tab There was desert vegetation all over the place.  Some boards there were, and what looked like miner\rquote s equipment strewn haphazardly about.  Packard spent a few minutes in \ldblquote search\rdblquote  of something, what exactly he was doing was unclear as the boys were \ldblquote visible\rdblquote  and didn\rquote t want to risk being seen.\par
\tab After a while, Packard was silent.\par
\tab The boys waited.\par
\tab And waited.\par
\tab And then waited some more.\par
\tab Then, Packard was suddenly right there behind them!\par
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\tab The boys huddled to one another, trying to become a part of the landscape itself.  Packard hocked a huge lugi, farted again and then pissed on the rock the boys were trying to become a part of.  He then walked around, stretched, yawned, and began dragging April\rquote s lifeless body around the great rock.\par
\tab Jake looked to Skyler, Skyler looked to Jake.\par
\tab Rendering themselves \ldblquote invisible\rdblquote  they struck after the bizarre fucked up man, just in time to see him \ldblquote dumping\rdblquote  April\rquote s body down a vertical mine shaft!  \page\tab Packard stood a moment and the boys were right close.\par
\tab They all heard a \ldblquote kerplop\rdblquote  moments later.\par
\tab There was suddenly a horrendous smell that wafted up from the shaft.\par
\tab\lquote Good God Almighty!\rquote  Jake almost cried out load.  Both boys had a hard time not giving themselves away--retching and gagging.  Packard stood at the edge of the shaft, he kicked in a small rock and then a piece of decaying board.  He then sighed and leaned against the boulder that was right there with arms folded.\par
\tab After a moment or two he dragged a large wooden cover over the mine shaft opening.  Then some other useless miner operation debris, positioned it so as it looked as natural as possible.  Then, it some odd manner, kicked at the cover, cursed under his breath and even said, \ldblquote Sorry.\rdblquote\par
\tab Sorry!  The fucker was sorry!\par
\tab Packard then shuffled around the boulder back to his truck.\par
\tab The boys hung loose for a moment, then risking all Jake lifted the cover.  It was crumbling and barely able to support the crap piled onto it.  With his own flashlight Skyler peered down into the shaft.\par
\tab And wished that he hadn\rquote t.\par
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Extra Curricular Activities\par
\tab Obsession.  Pure and simple.  He was obsessed with Jenny\rquote s twat.  His cock ached all the time--ALL THE TIME!  The only time it DIDN\rquote T ache was when Jenny rubbed it.  (Luckily, she did that quite often--two, three, four times a day at least!)\par
\tab Doing naughty stuff at school was becoming more and more difficult, always interrupted or chanced upon by others.  The risk of getting caught was risky--but beheld some sort of odd sensation for Forrest--and Jenny!\par
\tab One day, young Forrest found himself at Ms. Krabopple\rquote s desk.  He wasn\rquote t so good in math and needed a little \ldblquote extra\rdblquote  help.  After a brief going over the math problems Forrest \ldblquote got it\rdblquote  sort of and hurried outside to enjoy what remaining few minutes of recess he had left.\par
\tab He also had to pee.\par
\tab While in the boys bathroom doing such deed, he found himself doing what he enjoyed most--placing his hand on his ass.  He would slip his hand down inside his pants and underwear and give his little ass a little squeeze.\par
\tab It was while doing so that he remembered something.\par
\tab Ms. Krabopple had squeezed his ass!\par
\tab He hadn\rquote t really paid attention to it when it happened, he was worried about his math problems and understanding them.\page\tab He finished peeing.  For a moment or two, maybe three--he was concerned.  Something inside him told him something had happened and it wasn\rquote t supposed to and it made him feel a little funny.  \par
\tab Then he found that he had a boner.\par
\tab That wasn\rquote t too unusual.\par
\tab What was was that he was with a boner thinking of Ms. K!\par
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\tab He couldn\rquote t find Jenny, she was probably with her friends.\par
\tab He messed around with the remaining few minutes of recess to play.  But he still had a boner.  Luckily, he didn\rquote t wear tight pants so his erection problem wasn\rquote t a problem.\par
\tab After recess it was back into the homeroom classroom for more instruction.  Jenny sat two rows over.  They smiled to one another and Forrest\rquote s \ldblquote problem\rdblquote  became more pronounced.  Which was bad \lquote cause Forrest was called upon to go to the blackboard and scrawl a math problem.\par
\tab Forrest didn\rquote t move from his seat.  He couldn\rquote t, his dick was ten times as big as it had been before.  Everyone would see it!  Ms. K called on him again, Forrest crossed his legs and tried to concentrate but his dick overpowered him.\par
\tab\ldblquote Forrest Finch!\rdblquote  called out Ms. Kraboppble.\par
\tab Forrest didn\rquote t speak, he couldn\rquote t.  He couldn\rquote t move, either.  All the students were looking at him.\par
\tab\ldblquote Ralph, Ralph Higgum, would you go to the blackboard, please?\rdblquote\par
\tab Ralph Higgum went up, Forrest sat glued to his chair.  For a long lingering moment, Ms. Krabopple stared at him.  Slowly Forrest looked to Jenny, she was busy.  It was a long forty minutes to the next recess\'85\par
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\tab\ldblquote Okay, try it now.\rdblquote\par
\tab Forrest turned the key--saw indicator gauges spring to a wavering life, depressed the starter button on the floor and the truck amazingly sprang to life.\par
\tab It rumbled and howled and smoked the clean fresh air up, but it was running.  A few adjustments to the carburetor and Willy had the old 1930s delivery truck running well.\par
\tab Well enough to take them somewhere.\par
\tab There was half a tank of gas.\par
\tab It was down a quart of oil, but oh well.\par
\tab Without power steering it was a real bitch to drive.  There, too, was a lot of \ldblquote play\rdblquote  in the steering.  The brakes needed an adjustments, and, and \'85\page\tab Using some wood timbers, rocks, and parts from the truck\rquote s bed the old delivery truck was returned to level ground.  Who the driver had been, what had happened to him, was he alone, where had he/them gone to was all unknown.  Young Willy got a back slap of appreciation from his cohorts, and a hardy handshake from Forrest.  \par
\tab They all mounted up onto the truck and Forrest drove them to a new adventure.\par
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Deeply Disturbed\par
\tab He was deeply disturbed.  Not troubled, not upset, not worried, not concerned, not perplexed--he was disturbed.  Deranged.  Psychopathic.  Moralistically challenged.  After his \ldblquote deed\rdblquote  in the desert involving the young innocent promising golf pro teen, Packard Ghash headed out of the desert and made for town.  By the time he got to the edge of town the sun was rising.  He stopped at an eatery, Jake and Skyler jumped out, dusted themselves off and scurried inside to the bathroom.\par
\tab Inside they washed their faces, dusted themselves off more, used the bathroom, then vomited.  There were just some things in life that were better off left unknown.  The boys could have done without seeing what lay in the bottom of the remote mineshaft.  \par
\tab Bones.  Bones and rotting corpses.  Plus a newly added one.  How many had Ghash put there?  The man was a psychopath, a murdered, deranged, and deeply disturbed.  Deeply.\par
\tab The boys came out (of the bathroom) and saw the deeply disturbed man sitting at a booth in the back.  Having breakfast!  The cad!  The boys slid into a booth and \ldblquote breakfast\rdblquote  fare wasn\rquote t what they needed.  Strong hot coffee was okay.\par
\tab They sat for a long time.  A plate of hash browns and biscuits & gravy seemed okay.  Ghash got up after an hour and left out.  The boys didn\rquote t follow, they had had enough of him for one day.  Half an hour later, Jake called Breezy.  She came and brought the boys home.  Jake and Skyler took separate showers and napped for the rest of the day.\par
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\tab Breezy didn\rquote t bother the boys, they slept in and when they DID rise they didn\rquote t seem too chipper.  She made them breakfast and was worried about them.  Seriously.  Jake flopped on the sofa, clothed, staring at a blank television.  Skyler wandered outside and leaned against a porch post staring out to the desert.\page\tab If she said anything it wasn\rquote t known, both boys were off in their own little worlds.  Not until she said, \ldblquote Going out to Cole\rquote s.  Coming along?\rdblquote\par
\tab Skyler was a go, if only to get Forrest\rquote s SUV that was there.\par
\tab And wherever Skyler went, Jake was sure to go\'85\par
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\tab\ldblquote He\rquote s leaving again.\rdblquote  Skyler said.\par
\tab\ldblquote So?\rdblquote  Jake said almost angrily, \ldblquote You wanna go follow the freak?\rdblquote\par
\tab Skyler didn\rquote t reply.  He had tinkered (again) with the Contraption.  A time or two he had come to the pivotal if not poignant decision making time:  to say Fuck It and Forget It, or keep going hoping for the best.\par
\tab Tough choice.\par
\tab There were pros and cons to each way in which to follow thru.\par
\tab The Contraption and those that followed had good points and as well as bad.  In that, Skyler knew that he could not turn away from them.  It was a bad habit, one that he knew that he was unlikely to put down and walk away from.  Not unless, of course, a tragedy occurred.\par
\tab But a tragedy HAD occurred.\par
\tab More than ONCE!\par
\tab And he had been there and he COULD have done something.\par
\tab But he feared a failure, feared becoming vulnerable, feared being killed in the process of his intervention.  He feared retribution from some Almighty (if there was one) for his dirty deeds.  Instead of making the Contraption(s) something of worth, something the world needed; contraptions that would be beneficial--Skyler had made devices in which made him invisible, allowed mind manipulation.  He had created contraptions to satiate his own deviant desires.\par
\tab Ghash\rquote s truck rumbled by in a flurry of dust.\par
\tab Skyler stretched and washed out a glass he had drank out of.  Jake farted and continued playing a video game.  There were kids at Cole\rquote s place to mess with, but neither boy was very interested.  In the late of the afternoon Jake wandered outside.  Skyler followed.\par
\tab\ldblquote Wanna look around--see if Forrest is somewhere?\rdblquote\par
\tab Skyler shrugged.  He had come to figure as had Breezy that Forrest was gone.  He had just \lquote upped and left\rquote  and moved on.  Without a word or anything.  He was probably that way.  \par
\tab Skyler didn\rquote t really buy it, though; \lquote to leave his truck?\rquote  but maybe so.\par
\tab Jake drove.  Skyler fiddled with more tweakings to his contraptions.\page\tab Skyler had to check in with his family, send them some money, and possibly actually make an appearance, it had been awhile.  Jake had no intention of touching basis with his family.  \par
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\tab It only took a couple of hours to go to all the places in town Forrest was likely to be, then out of town to other places he was known to have gone to.  The boys held off traveling up into Itchee Mountain and the ranger station, it was getting dark and the boys had a mild case of the heebie-jeebies, just in case another deranged fucked up Itchee Indian was running lose again.\par
\tab When the cool of the evening came to be, the boys found themselves hungry.  After refueling Forrest\rquote s SUV the boys went to the nearby fast food eatery, a fast chain restaurant featuring fried chicken fried a special way with special sauces and spices and all that sort of stuff.\par
\tab It wasn\rquote t too busy, the boys got their meal and consumed.  Both still had \ldblquote thoughts to their own.\rdblquote   They WERE worried about Forrest, though Breezy believed he had just \ldblquote gone on\rdblquote , Skyler and Jake believed otherwise.\par
\tab Maybe he was hurt.\par
\tab Maybe arrested!?\par
\tab Maybe lost.\par
\tab A lot of maybes.  The boys didn\rquote t know and there was no trace of where he could have gone.  They knew he wasn\rquote t in town.  That left the desert and the mountains.  The boys kinda ruled out the desert, too fucking hot.  The mountains, though.\par
\tab Despite the horrific happenstance involving the rangers and the campers, there was still those venturing into the wilderness to camp and explore old ruins and legends.  With the capture of the maniac Itchee Indian, the one supposed slayer of the rangers and campers, peoples were once more flocking into the surrounding city\rquote s mountains.  (and even with the family of off-roaders who had a missing child still (Austin), it did little to deter those seeking \ldblquote adventure.\rdblquote\par
\tab Jake nudged Skyler with his foot.  \ldblquote Ten o\rquote clock.\rdblquote  he said.\par
\tab Skyler on the sly took a peek to his left, at the ten o\rquote clock position.\par
\tab A girl was there.  Waiting in line with her parental unit mother and several other children and another adult.  She was pretty, developing something of a promising chest, semi shapely, demure, quiet and seemingly shy.  She was a long straight shoulder girl with sandy brown hair, blue eyes, and a fresh face.  She was also twelve.\page\tab She was also in a dress, as were all the \ldblquote females\rdblquote  of that tribe.  That being of a particular religious order.  She stood quietly not too close to her mother, but trying to avoid the boisterous out of control children.  None of which were biologically connected to her.  A purple hair braid she wore keeping her hair out of her face.  No other jewelry.\par
\tab\ldblquote Damn,\rdblquote  whispered Jake, \ldblquote she\rquote s cute.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Virgin, too.\rdblquote  Skyler quipped.\par
\tab Jake smiled, \ldblquote Sure would like to find out!\rdblquote\par
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\tab Surprisingly, Jolene didn\rquote t require all that much of a mind tap.  She was frightened, of course, scared and slightly alarmed but not out of control with crying or fussing.\par
\tab The girl had excused herself from the masses (of her Church group and mother) to make use of the restroom--which was located outside the restaurant.  She had been \ldblquote instructed\rdblquote  to go and do so.  Contraption IV was up and running; utilizing a Mind Tap to warp the mind, dull the brain waves to send along implanted messages.  The messages were received and accepted--along with acted on.  In so doing, in the accepting--the Subject thought she was acting on her own.\par
\tab There was, too, though, learned that the girl was pretty much a \ldblquote willing\rdblquote  subject.\par
\tab She was shy, na\'efve, curious.  She was of a particular religion that was kinda strict--in mannerisms, clothes, and all sorts of stuff.   She wasn\rquote t too wise to the wicked ways of the world, or much in the way of much else, either.  She had been sheltered and ill-informed of the sexual deviancy plaguing the country.\par
\tab\ldblquote We\rquote re not going to hurt you.\rdblquote  Skyler said to the girl.\par
\tab\ldblquote Ok.\rdblquote  she replied.\par
\tab After \ldblquote securing\rdblquote  the girl and whisking her away to someplace dark and remote, the boys proceeded with their devilish desires.  Darkness was falling upon them, covers were used on the windows to blot out the little light that they used to see their latest Subject.  The seats were folded down, Breezy had managed to get up the \ldblquote stains\rdblquote  from the middle seat with some cleaning agent.  The boys would use stain absorbing materials placed UNDER their Subjects from then on.\par
\tab Jolene wore a two-piece outfit, light and airy (cause it was the dead of Summer.)  the dress made way to her knees, and there were knee socks UP to her knees, and sensible dress shoes, too.\page\tab It was Standard Procedure thereafter; asking of the pertinent preliminary Q&A:\par
\tab Had she ever fingered her sex?\par
\tab Did she fart?\par
\tab Did she hear boys fart?\par
\tab Had she seen a boy (her age) naked?\par
\tab Did she know what masturbating was; and did she know how BOYS masturbated--along with how a GIRL masturbated?\tab\par
\tab Been kissed?\par
\tab Fingered out by someone else?\par
\tab Seen anyone (a couple) making out--sucking, fingering, humping and full out and out fucking?\par
\tab Did she know what \ldblquote FUCKING\rdblquote  was all about?\par
\tab Did she want to be fucked?\par
\tab Were there any narly notions swimming around her pretty head about being nasty, naughty, or anything of the sort?  Did she desire to be gangbanged, trained, or learn personally any of the dozen of other naughty sexual positions she had heard of in the news?  (despite her over domineering mother\rquote s best efforts, Jolene was not DUMB to news.  She wasn\rquote t too wise about the news stories, but was na\'efve to some of their meanings.)\par
\tab Well, she DID finger bang herself--occasionally.  Not often.  She had been caught at it by her over domineering mother and beaten with a belt because of it--the mother claiming it was of the Devil\rquote s doing; self pleasuring was wrong and a sin!\par
\tab She was a fartknocker, mostly in the mornings after getting out of bed.  Sometimes while on the toilet for her first morning piss.  There were occasions were a fart bubble cropped up during the day, too, though.\par
\tab She had never been molested, fingered out by another.\par
\tab She wasn\rquote t too sure she wanted to, but she was curious about what it would be like to be NAKED with a group--of girls and boys mixed.  She had heard of a place in Arizona where there was a nudist camp for kids, kids from single digit age to teenage!  Secretly she wanted to go\'85\par
\tab She was curious about what a \ldblquote hummer\rdblquote  was, doing dirty dog, sixty-nining, water sports, \ldblquote around the world\rdblquote , doggie-style, and so on.  She WOULD watch a boy naked, playing with himself--self pleasuring.  She WOULD watch a boy peeing; pooping, though, was just gross.\page\tab Would she let a boy (her age or beyond) watch HER pee?\par
\tab She shrugged--she guessed so, if the boy was cool and not a jerk or would tell anyone.  She was a virgin but was she willing to spread her legs to become a non-virgin?\par
\tab She wasn\rquote t sure.  \par
\tab Would she like to be fingered out?  By a boy she knew, or a boy she didn\rquote t know her age or a little older?  Gangbanged?  To be naked with several other boys who were also naked, ten years to eighteen years?\par
\tab The questions came in waves, nearly overwhelming the girl.  Slowly, on her own, her hand came to rest between her legs.  She was in the \ldblquote laying\rdblquote  down position on the seat that folded down.  Jake positioned at her head, Skyler by her side.\par
\tab\ldblquote We\rquote re not gonna hurt you.\rdblquote  Skyler Mind Tapped to the girl.\par
\tab\ldblquote Okay.\rdblquote  replied the girl.  Her hand still rested between her legs and was slowly fingering herself through her clothes.  Skyler ran his hand up the girl\rquote s leg, under her dress--inching it up more and more.  Jake placed a hand onto the girl\rquote s breasts, fondling one and then the other, pressing his crotch against the girl\rquote s head--in essence he was humping her head!\par
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\tab Darkness came upon them, the night air cooled them.  The boys had second thoughts of \ldblquote busting another virgin\rdblquote  in Forrest\rquote s ride so outside of the truck they went to lay, spreading out a wool army blanket that was \ldblquote okay to soil\rdblquote .  There was just enough natural light to see the girl\rquote s body.  Jake held her legs back, Jolene\rquote s head nestled right at his crotch.  Skyler was down on the girl, licking and sucking her out through her lavender panties.  Skyler began undressing himself as he worked the girl\rquote s cunny--exciting the pre-teen to no end!\par
\tab It was clearly evident that Jolene was clearly enthralled.\par
\tab She knew right from wrong, and knew that getting her cunny excited (by another\rquote s handiwork) was wrong--but it felt sooooooooo right!  She clamored, she undulated, she twitched and shuddered and began entering into that realm that was orgasm.\par
\tab Slowly Skyler teased the girl more, pulling her panties at the crotch to one side and flicking his tongue to her bare skin.  The girl clenched and released a little of her essence.  Some pee was mixed in with it but that was okay.  Skyler continued.\page\tab Jake humped on the girl\rquote s head, his manhood rubbing/humping all over her sweet na\'efve face; poking into her ears, his balls on her forehead, his sac right on her eyes and then his nut sac in her mouth.  Semi willingly she partook of the hairy nads--it was instinct.\par
\tab Skyler had her pussy in fits.  She was getting \lquote whet\rquote  and thrusting into the one who was making her that way.  Skyler ran his tongue all the way up and down her lovely young poon, nipping at the mounds and flicking himself into the inner recesses of her body.\par
\tab Jolene bucked more and more--her cries (of please) were muffled by Jake\rquote s hairy balls incased in her mouth.  Skyler began rolling the girl\rquote s panties down, taking his time, looking at her pussy with a gleam--Jolene\rquote s  pussy gleamed, too.\par
\tab Once the girl\rquote s undies were down and off, Jake pulled off the girl\rquote s dress and then her bra--rendering her thusly butt bare assed naked.  Skyler mounted her--positioning himself between her lovely long legs.  Jake held her legs back and Skyler glided his cock up and down her juicy twat.\par
\tab For a moment after penetration the girl was near still.  Jake was thoroughly enthused as the girl\rquote s hot breath fancied his hairy fuzzies--his asshole was right there--right there! at her nose!\par
\tab Skyler went in--sinking himself fully, slowly.  The girl was a virgin.\par
\tab Her legs parted wider and wider, her mouth twitched, her arms flailed about madly and she bucked into her teen lover.  Cum squirted from Skyler\rquote s cock; cum, too, squirted from Jake\rquote s cock.  Skyler went down and nobbed on his bob.\par
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\tab Once the girl\rquote s hymen was breached, the fucking was easy.  The girl\rquote s young tender poon muscles laxed and accepted the invading schlong.  Along with nobbing on Jake\rquote s bob, he slurped on Jolene\rquote s bobbing barely-there titties--nipping the nipples and further exciting the girl to no end.\par
\tab Skyler finally entered into the realm of delicious anticipated joy.\par
\tab He began to pump faster.\par
\tab And faster.\par
\tab And faster!\par
\tab And more faster!!\par
\tab Jolene clung to his arms and Jake\rquote s thighs as the boy was still perched on her head.  A great deal of sticky cum had spilled from Jake\rquote s schlong, dripping down onto the girl\rquote s sweet face.  Skyler continued his humping until he was well spent.\page\tab Skyler was exhausted.  Steam rose up from his cock and balls after pulling out of the girl\rquote s bloodied poon.  Her own panties were used to clean her off, a rag was used to clean off Skyler.  Jolene trembled, complaining about her sore aching pussy.  But it DID feel good-- \ldblquote It feels SOOOOOOOO good!\rdblquote  that was the cumming part.  She herself had never really actually \ldblquote came.\rdblquote   Her pussy was all a tingle.\par
\tab Jake\rquote s cock was as well.  \ldblquote My turn!\rdblquote  he said beamingly.\par
\tab His cock despite having cum moments earlier was eager and ready to plunge into a tight hole.  Skyler could barely move, all energy was zapped away.  He sat back against a tree stump fondling himself and reeling in yet another satisfying virgin busting.\par
\tab Jake turned the hapless twelve year old over and raised her hips.  Jolene was clueless and didn\rquote t know what was going on.  Not until the teen hunk began tonguing out her asshole.  She was a little shocked and somewhat alarmed.  Getting doinked between the legs was one thing, poked in the rear was quite another.  She wasn\rquote t going for it.\par
\tab Too bad.\par
\tab Jake attempted anal entry, Jolene defied him, \ldblquote NO!\rdblquote  she said strongly.\par
\tab Jake smacked her darling little ass and the girl sat up moving from him, kicking him and becoming violent!  Jake looked to his pal, \lquote Well?  What the fuck you waiting for, Christmas?\rquote\par
\tab Skyler closed his eyes and focused on the naked frightened Not Taking it in the Ass, girl.\par
\tab He never heard the \ldblquote click\rdblquote  of the gun until the last minute\'85\fs20\par
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