{\rtf1\ansi\ansicpg1252\deff0\deflang1033{\fonttbl{\f0\froman\fprq2\fcharset0 Times New Roman;}{\f1\fswiss\fcharset0 Arial;}} {\*\generator Msftedit 5.41.15.1503;}\viewkind4\uc1\pard\nowidctlpar\qc\kerning28\f0\fs36 August Moone Sagas\par Book 5\par Absolution\par Optimal Conditions\par \pard\nowidctlpar\fs28\par New cummers\par \tab She was in denial. Wishy-washy. She was horny, that was true, but she was shy about it--sort of. She wanted to be a \ldblquote good girl\rdblquote but also wanted to delve onto the side of naughtiness. It played havoc on the young teen, thankfully--Forrest Finch was there to help her sort it out.\par \tab The others, especially the three boys, looked upon Jennifer as quite a dish. She was older than Jamie, Holly, and Annie. Austin was coming around better and better and badly wanted to scrog the newcomer.\par \tab Only lightly did Forrest tap the minds of Jamie, Holly, and Annie. Only mildly did he touch Jennifer\rquote s mind--she was actually more willing than not to adopt the new narly mannerisms of the group she had fell in with. Explaining the fact about the New World Parallel was a different manner.\par \tab Forrest took first dibs.\par \tab Jennifer was still reeling from the sexual assault from her step-father, but she still craved sex--young boys at that. Only to the point whereas she feared getting knocked up. Dick was dick, but there WAS something about young boys who had no hair on their balls and small wieners. Soft skin, innocent, na\'efve--all played a part and drove the fourteen year old girl into sheer orgasmic bliss.\par \tab She accepted Forrest and he easily made love to her. Gently, sucking on her teenage breasts and guiding every inch of his manhood into her love tunnel. The girl had an almost instant orgasm right off from the start.\par \tab The rest of the gang circled about watching, everyone was nude. The boys had erections. The girls slyly fingered themselves. Annie and Austin watched intently from behind as Forrest\rquote s massive fuck stick slid in and out of Jennifer\rquote s snatch box.\par \tab When Forrest came to the point of cumming, he let one large load of hot spunk splash into the girl\rquote s cunny deep, the rest he splashed ONTO her cunny. Up her body he slid, dragging his balls and gliding his throbbing dong. \page\tab When at her chest his pulsing manhood lay between her young mounds and Jenny, on her own, sucked, lapped, kissed the head of his dick.\par \tab Jenny. He closed his eyes and thought of the wicked young girl from his youth. He sighed, there were no more images. She had gone to her grandparents for the summer and never returned. No explanation why. Casually, Forrest wondered if she had gotten pregnant. It was a possibility. \par \tab Austin came nextly to \ldblquote break in\rdblquote the new girl. Forrest caressed the boy\rquote s ass and the others continued to watch. Forrest flogged his dog and squeezed hard Austin\rquote s sweaty ass. Jennifer tweaked her own nipples and pumped back into her young lover, legs thrashing all about until she finally clutched onto the boy\rquote s ass and entered into a hellacious fuck.\par \tab When Austin had fucked all he could fuck and rolled off, he was coated in mostly the new girl\rquote s juices. \ldblquote Lick him clean.\rdblquote Forrest told Jamie. Jamie didn\rquote t hesitate and proceeded to suck and lick clean Austin\rquote s balls and cock and inner thighs. Fourteen year old Dustin, who appeared two years younger than he was, mounted the newest member of the group and began pumping. Forrest positioned himself behind Jamie, fondled her ass, fingered her hole, then stuffed himself into her therein.\par \tab\par \par Whose Woods I Know\'85\par \tab\ldblquote You\rquote re gonna need a lot more acorns.\rdblquote Forrest told them, Jamie, Holly, and Willy had gathered a handful of acorns they had found. They had planned on making acorn pancakes. Some wild berries Holly and Austin had found, Jennifer and Forrest had found wild carrots and beets.\par \tab Dustin had found a sign post.\par \tab It was just as crude in making as the other sign postings they had found, a hunk of wood hewn flat and the tucked, smushed, or laid against a tree indicating some importance. Small arrows indicated the \ldblquote way\rdblquote to the places written (scrawled) crudely on the plank. Again, though, no indication of \ldblquote distance.\rdblquote\par \tab Dark Wood Woods Hole and Nowhereville were off to the right.\par \tab Farr Woods and Tams Cabin in the Woods by Cross Creek was to the left. Nowhereville had \ldblquote by Cross Roads\rdblquote attached, too.\par \tab A trail went left and right. Both were well covered in pine needles.\par \tab The woods (as a whole) were peaceful, very deeply dense with boulders and ferns and lush green vegetation everywhere. Three small creeks merged to form one large one. A few animals could be heard, but few were seen.\page\tab Nowhereville indicated a \ldblquote civilization.\rdblquote but it wasn\rquote t necessarily true. Tams Cabin in the Woods by Cross Creek was a strong indication of something of importance. Maybe. Forrest deemed that it was plausible that other peoples had been about, found places of interest, and wrote them down. There was no indication of \ldblquote distance\rdblquote as they were without a good means of indicating such. And rather than second guessing, just left the distance unnoted.\par \tab There was no debate issue, one place was as good as the other.\par \tab Forrest was drawn to Nowhereville as promising as well as the Tams Cabin in the Woods by Cross Creek. But there were in opposite directions.\par \tab\ldblquote Should we spilt up?\rdblquote asked Dustin.\par \tab Forrest was quick to shake his head No. \ldblquote We haven\rquote t really encountered anything dangerous, not yet. But we keep moving into new territory.\rdblquote it\rquote s bound to happen sooner or later.\par \tab Flipping a coin in his head, they turned \ldblquote left\rdblquote , Tams Cabin.\par \par \tab Though the sun was up high, only a few rays managed to trickle through the high canopy. There was a feeling of \ldblquote elevation\rdblquote , of being up high in mountains. Everything was so green, so lush. A creek rumbled to their right over huge boulders and under downed trees. To their left was deep woods were scarcely a sound was heard.\par \tab Kinda spooky.\par \tab The trail was small and meandered about the various trees and boulders. When it began to get a little more chilly one by one the group put on their clothes.\par \tab They stopped for lunch, boiled carrots and beets with various berries. Not real appetizing, but it beat starving to death. Holly ventured from the impromptu campsite for private bathroom duty. A campfire had been started, Dustin carried in a large coffee can with air holes for ventilation some coal--there was only one lighter and it couldn\rquote t be trusted.\par \tab Holly was suddenly screaming and racing back to the camp; Forrest acted quickly upon investigation and hearing the girl\rquote s hysterical rantings. Dustin and Willy went along.\par \tab\lquote A mad rabbit?\rquote he had to see for himself.\par \tab Holly had been pooping and was just finishing up when a woodland creature came out to see her. It was a light gray rabbit, very furry and kinda straggly. But with long ears, whiskers, and other markings indicating that it was indeed a wabbit, Holly reached to pet it.\par \tab Wrong.\page\tab Suddenly the rabbit lost all its cuddliness as it reared back, extended claws and FANGS and snarled at her. Holly very nearly managed to scramble back to the others without being mauled.\par \tab Forrest and the boys saw no rabbit, but didn\rquote t disbelieve Holly\rquote s story. She was hysterical.\par \tab\ldblquote Think there WAS a rabbit like that?\rdblquote Willy asked.\par \tab\ldblquote Yeah, probably was.\rdblquote\par \tab It meant that the group had to be extra-extra careful when out on their own. \par \par \tab\ldblquote We must be at 7-8-thousand feet!\rdblquote breathed heavily Dustin.\par \tab Forrest had to concur. The air seemed thin and they had been steadily inclining for several hours. Forrest was a bit frustrated. Their food supply needed replenishing and there was very little in the woods to supply them. There was water, that was good. But, like Holly\rquote s rabbit earlier, there were unkind pissed off fish within the creek--fangs, pointy-jabbing whiskers, and angry-angry faces.\par \tab \par \tab By noon of the following day the beleaguered group came to where the trail finally flattened out. There was lovely warm sunshine, huge boulder and trees unknown to Forrest all around. A new sense of awe was upon them, the woods below had not been all that friendly--thru the long night no one slept as \ldblquote sounds\rdblquote a-plenty filled the dark gloomy dark; howls and growls, sneers and hisses. None of which were very close, but nearby just the same. At one point close to daybreak, Forrest was awakened by the sound of what he described (to himself) as some tromping thru the nearby creek.\par \tab All the heads of his group were accounted for, sooooo\'85.\par \tab The fishes in the creek at the top of the mountain were tame, trout and other species. No fangs, no whiskers, no angry-angry faces. Dustin quickly fashioned a fishing pole while Dustin and Holly made a dam whereas to lure the fishes and trap them.\par \tab There was a large flat open area, a rustic boulder laden hill (the very top of the mountain) was nearby. The air was fresh and clean and no longer hard to breath--so they either had gotten used to it or something else.)\par \tab Jamie and Annie came running from some bushes, \ldblquote We found something!\rdblquote they said, but they weren\rquote t frightened about it.\page\tab It was along the trail, the trail they had been following wound its way along the contour of the rocky mountain top until it sheered away returning to yet some more deep woods. Wedged onto a tree was yet another sign:\par \tab Tams Cabin by Cross Creek not far away\par \tab That was helpful.\par \tab It was still far enough away, though, that by nightfall another camp in the woods had to be done. There were no noises, though, nothing to keep one awake over. It still didn\rquote t help Forrest sleep, though; a lack of noise could mean someone/thing was just sitting there waiting in silence.\par \tab\par \tab The trial dipped back into the thick of the woods, there was a brief hour\rquote s walk before coming to a large meadow whereas to the left was open meadow to the thick-thick forest 500 yards up a slight incline. To the right was 100 yards of meadow to an area of few trees but jillions of rocks and boulders and then the noisy creek.\par \tab\ldblquote Something\rquote s up there.\rdblquote whispered hoarsely Annie. She clutched his hand and pressed her delicious young body to him. He paused a moment and stared longingly up into the deep woods (to the left.)\par \tab He didn\rquote t SEE anything, but he along with Annie felt that there WAS something there--watching them. \ldblquote Let\rquote s hustle along.\rdblquote he encouraged the gang.\par \tab They didn\rquote t run but quickened their steps.\par \par \tab About an hour before sunset they came to where two creeks crossed paths forming a large one. The area was very flat, huge boulders, huge trees, not a lot of lushness or ferns about. The air was getting chilly and Forrest figured the \ldblquote Cabin\rdblquote was still a ways away. \par \tab And he would be wrong.\par \tab They moved along in the woods after crossing one of the creeks looking for a suitable locale for camping the night. \par \tab\ldblquote Hey, what\rquote s that?\rdblquote asked up Holly.\par \tab Peering to the edge of visibility loomed a structure.\par \tab A cabin.\par \par \tab Not a bad cabin as cabin\rquote s go. Rustic. Remote. And quaint.\page\tab It was made of wood (duh!) and seemed to have been in place a long, long, long time. A small porch, two windows on each side of the door. It was 25 feet wide, 20 deep. Two fireplaces on each side. A short hallway for privacy or something it was assumed with an opening to the left and right to the two rooms of the cabin\rquote s interior.\par \tab On the left was the kitchen and dining area. The kitchen had an iron stove put together by various implements. There was a pantry and a counter with a sink in the middle. The pantry was stocked! \par \tab There was a dining table and seating against a wall.\par \tab A large rock fireplace occupied one wall and had a large cast iron pot in it. The coals were long cold. There was some wood and fire pokers, a small bucket and a shovel. All implements were shoddy and not well made. The furniture, the pantry, the counter w/sink were handmade construct from nature itself.\par \tab Five chairs were about the round table.\par \tab In the pantry--large and small tins of food, some had wrappers to describe what was within. Some wrappers were foreign and no one could make heads or tails of what they were. Forrest thought of them as being Cyrillic--or Russian.\par \tab In the second room some bearskin rugs on the floor, no animal heads on the walls, though. Two bunk beds occupied space in one corner, two twin beds pushed together occupied the other corner. There was a sort of living room with another pantry and then another large rock fireplace.\par \tab A small chest was by the beds.\par \tab A shotgun with no shells and a long handle axe was found under one of the beds. A journal was found, too.\par \tab There was a back door down another short hallway, a small back of the cabin porch there was where there was half a cord of well seasoned wood and a small hand axe. A wood fired water heater there was, a well set off to one side with an outhouse out aways at an angle. The path to both was well worn but being overgrown.\par \tab A small shed there was having some rustic tools and a couple of pails.\par \tab There was no water in the water heater, the spigot had been opened and the vessel of about 30 gallons had been emptied. There WAS water in the well, how it had been dug was not known. It was crude with a rock wall about it and a few pieces of various sized rope going down. A wooden bucket was attached and it was rotted out. So a pail was used to get the water. (and there was a creek twenty-five yards in either direction, too!)\page\tab Someone had gone to a lot of trouble piping water to the cabin, but it came by way of a storage tank--buried in the ground and one up on stilts a few yards out whereas it was gravity fed into the house.\par \tab Both cisterns were empty and needed refilling.\par \tab Both fireplaces needed wood.\par \tab All members of the group needed food and rest. A bath would come later. (a small room off the back porch contained a porcelain tub) With water in the water heater vessel and a fire built underneath it, hot water was possible to fill the one sink in the kitchen area and the tub.\par \tab Someone had went to an awful lot of trouble.\par \par \tab Though the gang was thoroughly tired and such from their journey, a light meal was fixed up, water was fetched and wood acquired and so on. Taking stock of the two pantries Forrest estimated a month.\par \tab Though dirty and grimy, stinky and smelly, after dinner that was it. A good fire had been started in the main fireplace, afterwards peoples just fell out wherever and crashed, Forrest took one of the beds, the others here and there and over there.\par \par Things that make ya go hmmmm\par \tab For the next few days--general housekeeping, setting sort of chores, cleaning, filling water vessels, and light scouting of the area. There were no more \ldblquote trails\rdblquote , Tams Cabin in the Woods by Cross Creek was it.\tab There did seem to be \ldblquote game\rdblquote about, the girls, though, were naturally squeamish about killing small woodland creatures.\par \tab There was a bounty of fish. No sighting of any deer.\par \tab While the gang commenced to various chores, Forrest settled on reading the journal. It was fascinating reading, it was undated but in the beginning the writer had jotted down the last true date she was aware of.\par \tab The author was a woman, a young woman, Dorothy Lamoans.\par \tab The date inscribed was June 19\super th\nosupersub , 1910.\par \tab The woman was not alone, she and her new husband and a friend were along. Like Forrest and Co., they were lost in the New World. The concept of \ldblquote New World\rdblquote and Parallel universe was elusive to the trio, but they clearly understood that they were no longer where they had been, which was someplace in western Minnesota.\page\tab The cabin had been there when they arrived, but in much more shabby condition than it was currently. It was hard living for several months, during which time some curious if not interesting things were of note.\par \tab One was of the mentioning of a \ldblquote portal.\rdblquote it was located in a cave just behind the cabin and down a gully. It was thru this \ldblquote portal\rdblquote Coleen\rquote s husband and Prof. Garnsworth found the items that were currently in the cabin. There was more but there were \ldblquote creatures\rdblquote who apparently patrolled the place where the items were acquired. The creatures were described as being rather Tall, shrouded in a gray cloak, no arms or feet were seen, and they had misshapen heads with WORMS wriggling out of them!\par \tab Forrest closed his eyes. \lquote oh Lord\'85\rquote he drawled.\par \tab The other curious mentioning was of a \ldblquote doorway.\rdblquote At times it was \ldblquote open\rdblquote but Coleen\rquote s husband and Professor feared it. They heard strange sounds from the other side. The door was not always opened, either; Forrest deemed this was a door to other universes, and quite possibly back to his own world.\par \tab Possibly.\par \tab After a few months, Coleen was pregnant.\par \tab Unfortunately, it was indeterminate of \ldblquote who\rdblquote the father was! Coleen had at first decreed that it was absolutely her husband Beau. But after a few pages, Forrest found reference to Coleen believing it could also be the Professor!\par \tab Every so often Beau and the Professor would make a daring \ldblquote raid\rdblquote into the portal to acquire \ldblquote things.\rdblquote bedding, food, and that sort. Sometimes they did not see any \ldblquote guardians\rdblquote and sometimes there were as many as five of them \ldblquote just wondering around almost aimlessly.\rdblquote\par \tab There was no \ldblquote seasons\rdblquote per se. sometimes the air was very cold, most times it was just pleasant. There was a mist that lay on the forest floor most mornings. She mentioned wild game was plentiful and the fish was tasty.\par \tab In the following Summer her baby died. She did not elaborate on how or why but was very sorrowfully filled and fell into a deep depression. There was no more writing afterwards.\par \par \tab Some two hundred yards behind the cabin there was a \ldblquote V\rdblquote depression forming a steep gully. The ground was thick mossy green moss loaded with rocks and boulders, tree limbs and soft earth. Not far behind the cabin directly out from the backdoor some fifty feet was a small graveyard.\page\tab Two graves were there, \ldblquote Jessica Handle\rdblquote and Beauregard Handle. Coleen\rquote s baby daughter AND husband. Very sad. The graves were marked with Christian symbols and lined with rock. They had not been disturbed.\par \tab After nearly breaking his leg and neck and every other bone in his bod, Forrest found a cave at the bottom of the \ldblquote V\rdblquote gully. Stepping back he noted that it looked a lot like a woman\rquote s vagina, if she were laying on her back with legs open and open, and pussy lips spread.\par \tab Dustin and Willy were with him. \par \tab\ldblquote You going in?\rdblquote Dustin asked. Forrest held the shotgun that had one shell in its chamber. If they were going to survive where the were--then they would need supplies. Weapons and food. If there were those creepy finger pointing gray cloaked bastards about, Forrest wanted to know about them.\par \tab He stood for a long while, debating with himself. Coleen\rquote s notes had described (as told by her husband) that inside the cave was strange, steel girders, steel walls with roundish oval-like doors, steel floors and ceilings. There was lighting that came from holes in the walls; and cool air circulating about!\par \tab It sounded strange but then--if they were peoples from a low technological era, many things of the \lquote future\rquote would be strange. Forrest cracked his knuckles and then popped his neck. \ldblquote I want one of you to stay out here. Something happens,\rdblquote he said as the boys protested, \ldblquote you\rquote ve got to be in charge of the girls.\rdblquote\par \tab He moved a few feet closer to the vulva opening letting the boys decide who would stay and who would go.\par \tab After a few minutes he was joined at the side by Dustin. \par \par \tab Inside the cave it was noticeably cooler. It was also very-very dark \lquote cept for a pulsing yellow light at the very back of the cave. It was concealed by roots and natural earthy debris. Wiping it away it was a square yellow blinking light two inches square.\par \tab There was nothing more. Just a lot of roots, small and large from various vegetation topside. After some brushing away dirt and small rocks and manhandling some large roots, Forrest and Dustin found what appeared to be a door. A metal door. After some more clearing and pressing on the blinking yellow light, there was a sound. An electronic sound followed by a mechanical sound. \page\tab Suddenly, the small lighter Forrest held to see by was blown out by a sudden gust of gushing air caused by the opening of the metal door.\par \tab\ldblquote If we had any good sense we\rquote d turn around right now.\rdblquote Forrest breathed.\par \tab\ldblquote Whatever you want to do, Forrest.\rdblquote said Dustin. He was a lot of help. Forrest knew that what lay beyond the door was not good. Coleen\rquote s journal had spoke of \ldblquote supplies\rdblquote that her husband and \ldblquote secret lover\rdblquote the professor had acquired. And there was more.\par \tab There was those roaming creatures.\par \tab Forrest held his breath and pushed on the door\'85\par \par Just a Little Help from my unseen friend\par \tab\lquote Duck left.\rquote \lquote Lean back.\rquote \lquote Uppercut!\rquote\par \tab Tray \ldblquote ducked\rdblquote , leaned back, and sent a serious uppercut into Klancy Pimpton\rquote s chest. (yea, he was aiming for the chin but missed) but it was Tray\rquote s first fight.\par \tab Klancy didn\rquote t take well to the hit to his chest, but the fight was already three minutes old and that was one minute longer than most his \ldblquote bully\rdblquote fights. Every school had to have at least one \ldblquote bully.\rdblquote And for PS 59, JF Philmore Elementary School, Klancy Pimpton was the 5\super th\nosupersub grade bully for all the lower classes. (and he was supposed to be in the 6\super th\nosupersub grade!)\par \tab\lquote Step back.\rquote \lquote Shift your weight, lean right.\rquote\par \tab Klancy sent a powerful pummeling clenched fist as hard as he could, but the boy he was pummeling moved and he tripped, his 40 lbs. overweightness sent him toppling. The cheers and jeers from the onlookers assailed him, laughing at him.\par \tab Klancy was at first emotionally upset, then he got a grip of himself and jumped up.\par \tab\lquote DUCK!\rquote yelled the voice in Tray\rquote s head.\par \tab Tray ducked, feigned right and leaned left, then power-saulted up connecting his shoulder as hard as he might into Klancy\rquote s chest. The Bully stumbled back and fell on his butt.\par \tab He was stunned. This wasn\rquote t happening.\par \tab\lquote Take a stance.\rquote\par \tab Tray stood like an old boxer would in the hey day of good boxing, fist poised at the ready. Klancy sat stunned and stupefied. This wasn\rquote t happening.\par \tab But it was.\page\tab\ldblquote Scram! Teachers coming!\rdblquote hollered out someone. And a mass exodus of students \ldblquote scrammed.\rdblquote\par \tab Tray and best buddy Shaun hightailed it quickly and disappeared among the throng. After rounding a corner of their school, they paused to lean against the building and have a good chortle.\par \tab Instead of trekking home the usual way, they happily almost skipped down Jerome St. Crossing the short width street to skirt along the edge of Hyde Park they eventually cut across to the lake that was centered there. There was a bridge that spanned the lake and the boys headed for the underneath area. \par \tab After pissing in the lake the boys scooted back under the bridge as far as they could. Then, Tray happily pulled out a small plastic baggie containing \ldblquote stash.\rdblquote His brother Craig\rquote s stash to be exact. Shaun was elated.\par \tab\ldblquote Kewl beans.\rdblquote he proclaimed.\par \tab Three marijuana cigarettes, some rolling paper and at least an ounce of cut leaves. A lighter had been acquired, too. The boys quickly set about getting high.\par \par \tab\lquote Take his pants down.\rquote\par \tab Tray shook his head (to clear it) then obeyed the Voice.\par \tab Slowly he undone his friend\rquote s brown jeans and tugged them down.\par \tab\lquote Slide his underwear down.\rquote\par \tab Again, Tray complied very willingly. He was still reeling from the heavy intake of \lquote happy smoke.\rquote\par \tab\lquote Play with his willy.\rquote\par \tab Tray did hesitate but went to the task and began \ldblquote playing\rdblquote with his passed out friend\rquote s schlong. Tray had been compiling very willingly with the Voice in his head, just the way he should! The night before he had \ldblquote taken advantage\rdblquote of his young baby sister.\par \tab Little four year old Gabby had been sufficiently \ldblquote worn\rdblquote out.\par \tab\lquote When she sleeps she really sleeps!\rquote spoke up Tray.\par \tab\lquote And we\rquote ll keep it that way.\rquote \par \tab\lquote What?\rquote asked a stunned Tray.\par \tab\lquote Oh, sorry, nothing.\rquote\par \tab The Voice in Tray\rquote s Head was getting stronger, and bolder.\par \tab With no one home, just Tray and little Gabby, and Gabby worn to a frazzle (not that it would matter) the Voice encouraged its Host to carry the child to her bed. Then, undress her.\page\tab\ldblquote I-I don\rquote t know if I should be doing this.\rdblquote wailed aloud Tray.\par \tab\lquote Sure you should, trust me.\rquote then, \lquote Just a little harmless fun.\rquote\par \tab Tray relented--like he had a choice.\par \tab With little Gabby naked, both Tray and the Voice in his head took a long lingering look at her. It was an \ldblquote up close and personal\rdblquote look at the girl without fear of retribution from the girl or anyone else.\par \tab\lquote See? She\rquote s not that much different than Kathy, Julie, Trela, or any other girl you know.\rquote\par \tab Tray\rquote s mind was virtually blank. He sweated some and didn\rquote t realize that he had a boner raging. \par \tab\lquote Go ahead, give her a feel.\rquote\par \tab Tray hesitated but then began running his fingers up and down his sister\rquote s nude body. This was followed up by earnest fingering of the child\rquote s cunny. Her legs were parted and Tray began running not his fingers up and down the child\rquote s virgin snatch, but his tongue!\par \tab Tray was encouraged more and more and more.\par \tab And more.\par \tab And more.\par \tab Then, from tonguing to humping. Tray crawled onto the bed and onto his little sis. His cock was raging hard and it felt great to lay it against the deeply slumbering innocent. The \ldblquote humping\rdblquote was automatic. Tray liked it and enjoyed and eventually didn\rquote t think of the girl beneath him as his sister.\par \tab The Voice in Tray\rquote s head was silent, he was enjoying the devilish sinful deed, too. The \ldblquote feeling(s)\rdblquote Tray received from his illictness transferred (somehow) to the Occupier.\par \tab Tray humped. And humped. And humped some more. His hard-on nestled nicely between the girl\rquote s legs, humping her virgin slit until that feeling overwhelmed him. He never wanted that feeling to leave him. It lasted only moments but it was lasting just the same.\par \tab Tray humped madly until his cum began to shoot out of his cock.\par \tab Then he continued humping despite his desire to stop and see his mess spill. He wanted to ejaculate onto Sissy\rquote s cunt, he wanted to see his cum shooting out.\par \tab Most of his sticky goo pooled onto the girl\rquote s belly. Just after cumming he sat up more and to the side, and before his cock softened too much he dragged the head of it up and down Gabby\rquote s slit.\page\tab Surprisingly, despite being \ldblquote unconscious\rdblquote , Tray\rquote s friend, Shaun, got wood. This after much ado of Tray masturbating the boy. Once adequately hard, the Voice in Tray\rquote s head compelled him to \ldblquote go down\rdblquote on him.\par \tab Once more Tray hesitated. It was too strange a notion or command.\par \tab He was a little na\'efve about such things but natural instinct insisted that it was not right. Guys didn\rquote t suck another guy\rquote s dong.\par \tab\lquote Sure they do.\rquote said the Voice, \lquote and I want you to.\rquote \par \tab Tray was more than obligated. \par \tab He still hesitated but did the deed and it was done.\par \tab He sucked and sucked and then sucked some more, squeezing Shaun\rquote s balls and devouring the attached cock wholly. It was kind of an unpleasant experience, a little distasteful. The Voice in his head, though, enjoyed it and in a strange occurrence of osmosis what the Voice felt was transferred to the Host and despite the overwhelming displeasure of the deed--liked it after all!\par \tab\lquote Roll him over.\rquote\par \tab Tray did so.\par \tab\lquote Open his cheeks.\rquote\par \tab Tray paused, touching another dude\rquote s bum was just as bad as sucking his wanker. But he did it and stared at Shaun\rquote s glory hole.\par \tab The next commands just inundated the young boy. He lay on his friend, his penis hard as a rock up between his friend\rquote s ass--humping madly. Every so often t Tray managed to give a few good tries at poking the boy\rquote s asshole. Shaun needed to be awake to pull his own cheeks open and raise his ass.\par \tab A goodly amount of hot jiz splashed onto Shaun\rquote s ass. Tray entered into that realm of ultimate satisfaction and in spite of how horrendous the deed was, there was no denying the \lquote pleasure.\rquote\par \par \tab Shaun was none the wiser upon awakening from his stupor. The happy smoke had been potent and powerful. It was late and the boys had to scamper home. They stumbled most the way and were \ldblquote lost\rdblquote for a few minutes until regaining their bearings. Luckily, it was a Friday afternoon and lollygagging was permissible.\par \tab Chores were still a daily thing and Tray quickly snuck about getting them done. Then his big brother came home, and seemed a little irked and/or pissed off.\par \tab\lquote I\rquote d shy away from him if I were you.\rquote \par \tab Tray did so, but it was clear that Craig wanted Tray \ldblquote alone.\rdblquote\page\tab Tray occupied himself staying in his mother\rquote s sight, doing things for her and playing with Gabby (still within their mother\rquote s sight.) but at length it was getting late and close to bed time.\par \tab The kids\rquote father came home and so there was great jubilation over that. And at length the mother and father slipped off to their bedroom for privacy. It was then Craig grabbed Tray by the nape of the neck virtually flinging and then pinning him against a wall.\par \tab\ldblquote You little fuck!\rdblquote he bitched. \ldblquote Where\rquote s my stuff?\rdblquote\par \tab Tray gave him his best, \ldblquote Huh?\rdblquote and \ldblquote What stuff?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote You\rquote ve been in my room!\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote No I haven\rquote t!\rdblquote declared Tray.\par \tab\ldblquote Where\rquote s my stuff!?\rdblquote bellowed Craig.\par \tab\lquote Kick him in the nuts!\rquote the Voice decreed.\par \tab Tray was a little reluctant. So the Voice helped.\par \tab Craig instantly dropped to the floor withering in pain.\par \tab Tray then quickly fled to his room, locking the door.\par \tab\ldblquote You\rquote re dead, bla bla bla bla--blas bla bla BEEP bla bla bla!\rdblquote blurted Craig.\par \tab\lquote Great, thanks a lot.\rquote\par \tab\lquote Don\rquote t worry about it.\rquote the Voice told him.\par \tab\lquote Don\rquote t worry about it!? Craig\rquote s a psycho, he\rquote s gonna fuckin\rquote KILL me!\rquote\par \tab\lquote Nah, he\rquote ll be pissed but\'85\rquote\par \tab\lquote You don\rquote t know my brother--\rquote\par \tab\lquote You don\rquote t know me!\rquote\par \par \tab Craig was ever the psycho, but wasn\rquote t prepared for the \ldblquote new\rdblquote Tray. Tray had usually allowed himself to be bullied by the older bro, but that changed with the Voice inhabiting his mind and body. But it was clear to even the Voice that he (Craig) was indeed dangerous.\par \tab\lquote I have an idea.\rquote the Voice said--this after a few troublesome hours of dodging his brother. The mother was taking Gabby out shopping, big sis Amelia was out with friends and Tray was destined with a date with Craig\rquote s wrath.\par \tab But, Craig was firstly in a one-on-one convo with the dad of the family--seems as though an entry level position was opening up in the fire department. This gave Tray the time necessary to enact the Voice\rquote s plan. When Craig finally got away from his insistent father, he sought out his little brother to pound on him.\par \tab Faced down in the hallway Tray bitched,\par \tab\ldblquote Why do you think I had something to do with your stash? There\rquote s other people in this house too, you know!?\rdblquote\par \tab Craig had to pause a moment and gulp. Then, \par \tab\ldblquote You\rquote re the only idiot that would dare go into my room!\rdblquote which was not far from the truth as Tray was pissed that he had been bumped out of his room when the drop-out college boy came back home.\par \tab Tray shook his head, \ldblquote Gabby and Vance go in there all the time, playing hide-n-seek.\rdblquote\par \tab The look on Craig\rquote s face was classic, ashen.\par \tab\ldblquote I told them to stay out!\rdblquote he almost screamed in a panic.\par \tab\ldblquote Yeah, and you think they\rquote re gonna listen just \lquote cause you say?\rdblquote\par \tab On his own, Craig flew into the younger siblings\rquote room and thrashed it. Tray waited in the hall for the scream.\par \tab\ldblquote Noooooooo!\rdblquote he found it. His stash in among the kids toys in their toy box--what was left of his stash.\par \par \pard\nowidctlpar\qc *\par \pard\nowidctlpar\par Ambitious Desires\par \tab People were playing in the park, chasing flying discs with their dogs, chasing volley balls, chasing each other. The day was warm but nice. Tray sat at a small table waiting for Shaun. He was late. If he didn\rquote t show up soon the day was shot to hell.\par \tab\lquote Hmmmmm, take a look at three o\rquote clock.\rquote\par \tab Slowly Tray looked at to his right and saw only a small little girl wandering about. He didn\rquote t see anybody near her and she was too young to be off on her own.\par \tab\lquote Let\rquote s take a walk.\rquote\par \tab Tray didn\rquote t grumble but sighed, \lquote Ok.\rquote\par \par \tab The little girl was no more than five, no more. Bouncy ultra curly blond hair to her shoulders, bright blue eyes, creamy white skin, angelical face. Short pants and a simple top made her clothes, a small plastic pink watch and a candy necklace she was chewing on.\par \tab Unawares to Tray, the Voice helped the situation along with his extending narly mind powers. The child \ldblquote warmed\rdblquote up to Tray and Tray was encouraged to make tracks behind the brick bathroom.\page\tab Behind the bathroom was a space of five feet. Then there were bushes and shrubs so thick a rabbit wouldn\rquote t go. But there were ways in among the shrubbery to a small private clearing. Here the child was eased down, her name was Miranda.\par \tab\lquote Slid her pants down.\rquote the Voice said.\par \tab Tray gulped, he had a funny feeling inside him.\par \tab\lquote Do it, and I\rquote ll let you in on a secret you don\rquote t know.\rquote\par \tab Tray paused a moment, \par \tab\lquote Yer not gonna hurt her, she\rquote s not gonna know what happened, we\rquote re just gonna hump on her.\rquote\par \tab Tray looked down to the ground, sighed a big sigh and slowly slid Miranda\rquote s short pants down to her ankles. Followed by her yellow \ldblquote duckie\rdblquote panties. Her blue \ldblquote duckie\rdblquote shirt was pushed up and Tray\rquote s pants and underwear pushed down. He then positioned himself between the girl\rquote s legs, his hard cock riding up and down the girl\rquote s slit.\par \tab As he pumped he \ldblquote got into it.\rdblquote the groove of the deed done intensified and put young Tray Cooper into a serious euphoric state of being. He closed his eyes and humped intently until such a time as he was not aware of the heinous deed he did do--which was penetration.\par \tab But at the apex of his euphoric state of being--he didn\rquote t care.\par \tab And once inside the girl\rquote s virgin cunny the feeling was ten-fold in its intensity. He pumped vigorously with vim and dire determination. Despite the Voice\rquote s \ldblquote hold\rdblquote on the girl\rquote s mind, she made sounds of displeasure and cried out as she was breeched.\par \par \tab With no sign of best bud Shaun, Tray got into a game with some others playing volley ball. He liked the game but mostly to see the older girls\rquote titties bob and jostle. His cock and balls (mostly cock) ached terribly. He had used the little girl\rquote s own panties to clean himself and the girl, then dressed her (minus her panties) and sneaked her into the bathroom and left her there.\par \tab There were, of course, other friends other than Shaun. And there were \ldblquote more\rdblquote friends since he had put the school bully Klancy in his place. Tray was a very popular guy. After playing in the park some of the kids were making for the malt shoppe. Tray was asked to come along and he would be treated.\par \tab Tray was a go.\par \tab A couple of malts and slaps on the back, even strong recognition from older boys. Tray was in glory.\page\tab Reeling in his accolades and realizing that it was getting late in the afternoon he headed for home. A block from Hyde St. and home a small group of boys he saw lingering on the sidewalk at the stoop of an apartment building. When he turned around, another small group was behind him.\par \tab Ut-oh.\par \tab Quickly he dashed (foolishly) into the alley between the two buildings. At the other end was a small service street that led to a back alley that would get him home.\par \tab Unfortunately, that other end was blocked by MORE boys.\par \tab Turning around again--Klancy Pimpton stood smacking his fist.\par \tab And he was pissed.\par \par \tab It wasn\rquote t a fair fight, as many as four boys rushed Tray and held him firm while Lard Ass Klancy waddled up. Klancy had a round face, small eyes, big teeth, small gums. (small brain, too) He was forty some pounds overweight, one ear was BIGGER than the other, and he was seriously pissed off.\par \tab He let fly a sudden flurry of fists that connected hard to Tray\rquote s young body--before Tray suddenly connected with his knee to Klancy\rquote s balls. With inhuman strength Tray wriggled out from the boys who were holding him and it was unbelievable; like an Asian fighter or something Tray flew madly into the pudgy turd until there was blood spewing from the Klancy\rquote s nose.\par \tab\lquote Stand yer pose!\rquote the Voice blared into Tray\rquote s head.\par \tab Tray was pissed to. He hurt badly, his chest and stomach, \lquote Why\rquote d you let him hit me?\rquote\par \tab\lquote Cause,\rquote answered the Voice, \lquote the fucking next time I tell ya to do something, do it!\rquote then, \lquote None of this pussy wimping out bullshit.\rquote\par \tab The 12\super th\nosupersub Street gang stood around the defeated pugilist-thug bully.\par \tab Tray stood his fighter\rquote s stance.\par \tab One of the boys of the neighboring 12\super th\nosupersub Street came forward to face Tray. He nodded his head in an approving manner. \ldblquote You\rquote re cool with us.\rdblquote he said.\par \tab Tray was shocked. That was good. That was cool!\par \tab The gang assembled and left. Tray hocked a loogie onto the bleeding beat-the-shit-out-of Klancy and went on his way.\par \par \tab Tray scooted on home.\par \tab\ldblquote You said something about a \ldblquote secret?\rdblquote\par \tab\lquote Ah, yeah, let\rquote s get in the house first.\rquote\page\tab No one was home--or so thought.\par \tab Tray went to the bathroom for a pee and a look at his face. Klancy HAD managed to get his face, his right cheek was turning color. His chest hurt and arms hurt (from where the 12\super th\nosupersub Street boys had held him during the initial melee.)\par \tab\lquote Check your sister\rquote s room, Amelia\rquote s.\rquote\par \tab Tray complied and found sister Amelia crashed out on her bed.\par \tab\lquote She\rquote s passed out.\rquote said the Voice in Tray\rquote s head.\par \tab Tray said nothing but slowly made his way to her.\par \tab\lquote Is she alright?\rquote Tray asked.\par \tab\lquote Oh she\rquote s fine, been using some of your brother\rquote s stash herself.\rquote\par \tab\lquote No way!\rquote\par \tab\lquote Way!\rquote\par \tab\lquote Wow.\rquote\par \par \tab\lquote Ease \rquote em down, slowly.\rquote\par \tab Tray was nervous. So many things could go wrong. There WAS a desire to see Amelia naked, even in her panties. But the risks involved were pretty high--anyone could walk in on him and that would be bad. Very bad. Then, Amelia herself could wake up.\par \tab\lquote Not a chance,\rquote soothed the Voice, \rquote she\rquote s way out and not due back for a long-long time.\rquote\par \tab And the various family members were \ldblquote out\rdblquote , too, and not due back until close to dinner time. \par \tab So he was relatively safe.\par \tab Relatively.\par \tab Light pink nylon hi-cut panties she wore. She had a serious \ldblquote muff\rdblquote , too. Tray was naked, his cock extremely hard. His mind was jarred and then some upon learning that Amelia and Craig were \ldblquote doing it.\rdblquote he was stunned. And they were \ldblquote doing it\rdblquote right in the house!\par \tab Down came Amelia\rquote s undies.\par \tab Tray had to pause for a long lingering moment to ogle the pussy.\par \tab Seventeen year old snatch. A nice little fur burger that had just a scooch sign of being well fucked. \lquote Give it a kiss.\rquote encouraged the Voice.\par \tab Tray hesitated a moment, not that he didn\rquote t WANT to, but\'85\par \tab He sighed, his chest still hurt and his face was beginning to. He licked his lips and down onto his sister\rquote s snatch box he went.\par \tab It was a little musty smelling and there was a slight taste of \ldblquote urine.\rdblquote\par \tab Tray parted the girl\rquote s \ldblquote lips\rdblquote and really went to town.\par \tab Amelia didn\rquote t stir a bit.\par \tab Tray lay on her, nestling his cock right on her poon, scooching up her shirt and removing it--followed by her bra. There was nothing left to do but \ldblquote stick it in her\rdblquote and fuck.\par \tab So he did.\par \par \tab Amelia\rquote s poon wasn\rquote t tight. But to Tray, it wasn\rquote t the lack of \ldblquote snugness\rdblquote that got him off. Just the simple fact of screwing his sister! Tray got off and them some, cumming that is. He felt (and the Voice in his head concurred) that it was more of tremendous blow out than what he had given previously.\par \tab He suckled on his sister\rquote s titties then grinded on her pussy until he was near exhausted. After that he went thru the process of dressing her, but not wiping her down or anything. He then fled the house, he had a couple hours before actually having to be home.\par \tab He returned to the park but Shaun was still a no-go. The presence of an angry mother and father and a pair of cops sent Tray off in another direction, little Miranda he had boffed earlier was there in the midst and he didn\rquote t want to take any chances.\par \tab Slowly Tray made his way towards Shaun\rquote s apartment building, something had to be up. Shaun, though, had a propensity for getting his ass into trouble. He was halfway along when across the street a small gaggle of girls he knew he saw.\par \tab\lquote How\rquote s yer cock?\rquote asked the Voice in his head.\par \tab\lquote Rarin\rquote to go!\rquote replied an always horny Tray.\par \par Who\rquote s road this is I don\rquote t know\par \tab\ldblquote You alright?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Fuck if I know.\rdblquote he was tired, something fucked was going on in his noggin he couldn\rquote t rightly finger out. A vision? Hallucination? Psychosis? Or a little of all three plus more?\par \tab After leaving the Forrest\rquote s SUV the group of Skyler-Jake & Co. had wandered down a lone one lane rutted road until dark. Thankfully it didn\rquote t get cold. Everyone was hungry, thirsty, and plenty frightened. Skyler and Jake were pissed at their being so lost. They couldn\rquote t figure it. They had no food, no weapons, no idea where the hell they were. They sat in silence as the darkness fell around them.\page\tab They musta been exhausted, Jake and Skyler, they fell into a deep slumber not awakening until day break. It was a solemn group, their destiny was uncertain. \par \tab It was the young ones who found that the green wheat that grew in abundance all around them was sweet and delicious and eating enough of it not only turned your tongue and mouth green, but filled your tummy.\par \tab After the sun had risen some they began walking again.\par \tab No one spoke. What was there to say? The horror of the group\rquote s experience still haunted the younger members, fifteen year old Crystal, too. They all walked in the nude taking small breaks now and then as well as grabbing handfuls of nourishment when needed.\par \tab At noon they came to a four foot berm. The road they were on went to it and ended. Just like that. On top of the berm was another road, one lane, rutted with grassy vegetation growing in the middle.\par \tab On the other side of the berm--nothing. Flat land stretching out to the horizon. Bare brown dirt with patches of green grass or what passed for grass. Looking left down the road there seemed to be a structure in the distance.\par \par \tab A pile of rocks. Huge limestone and shale, granite and rustic boulders in a huge pile. It was the only thing out of place in the entire area. Jake and Skyler scrambled onto the rocks finding a small cave near the top. Jake ventured within finding a cool room and a pool of water.\par \tab The water was delicious!\par \tab There were tubers growing in the water and they, too, were delicious!\par \tab The group all assembled and soaked their nude worn out bodies in the pool, the pool (pond) was no more than ten feet across and six feet deep. It was refreshing and the tubers within seriously helped ease their ails. All that was left was to rest and sleep.\par \tab Well, there was a bit more\'85\par \tab When sufficiently rested, Skyler winked to Jake, Jake smiled and mouthed, \lquote which one?\rquote Skyler looked over the group and shrugged, \lquote does it matter?\rquote\par \tab Nope, sure didn\rquote t!\par \par \tab Crystal McCoy. She was pretty. (pretty nasty!) Skyler looked her over, smoothing his hand over her slumbering body. She was both under the influence of the watery tubers that rendered anyone eating them to become very-very sleepy as well as mildly under Skyler\rquote s bizarre abilities.\page\tab She was also utterly exhausted.\par \tab Skyler tongued out her snatch and slid his finger into her asshole. She stirred not a bit. Jake scooted up on his knees and rubbed his wicked schlong against her mouth popping it in eventually and having a real good blast.\par \tab When Jake finished emptying his tool of splooge into Crystal\rquote s mouth, he noticed that they were being watched. He nudged the still pumping Skyler.\par \tab Ten year old Paul Bothman was awake. He sat with his back against the roundish wall of the cave, knees up, cock and balls exposed with a bit of a boner going.\par \tab Skyler quickened his pace and did his deed. He enjoyed every bit of it before relinquishing and nodding for the young boy to come over. Timidly the boy crawled over, eyes feasting not only on Crystal\rquote s cum soaked cunt, but Skyler\rquote s cum squirting cock.\par \tab\ldblquote Wanna fuck her?\rdblquote Jake asked off the cuff.\par \tab Paul rolled a shoulder. He kinda-sorta already HAD, earlier in the mine with the psycho Packard Ghash. But this time would be different, he wasn\rquote t force or was being threatened or beaten. Just strongly encouraged.\par \tab And so he did.\par \par \tab Paul only paused when Skyler rubbed his ass. The boy continued humping until he got his nut. It wasn\rquote t a big nut but it was satisfactorily enough to be pleasing to the young boy and he definitely wanted to do it again. (and again--and again--and again\'85)\par \par \tab Suzanne Wong. The girl had been thoroughly traumatized, both she and her sister had. They all had which made it a bit of a quandary for Skyler and Jake. There was the strong desire to \ldblquote do\rdblquote them, but morally they felt the twinge-tug of \ldblquote Nah, you shouldn\rquote t.\rdblquote\par \tab But after staring at the lovely eleven year old Chinese girl, Jake was tonguing out her young cunny, mouthing it fully and breathing his hot breath into her. The girl moved about a little but was too tired and had consumed her share of those watery \ldblquote sleep-aids.\rdblquote \par \tab Skyler rolled the still slumbering Crystal over, parting her cheek and nodding for Paul to \ldblquote stick her\rdblquote in the ass (hole.) kinda nervously the boy did so. And liked it--once he got going and fucking and finding the backdoor much more tighter about his young prong than her front door.\page\tab\ldblquote Will they know?\rdblquote asked Paul curiously (after he had humped his fill into Crystal\rquote s ass.)\par \tab\ldblquote Nope.\rdblquote answered Jake.\par \tab\ldblquote Cool.\rdblquote replied Paul.\par \tab Skyler was still busy with Suzanne.\par \tab Jake turned his attention to Kim.\par \par \tab Paul sat up against the eight year old\rquote s head, his cock \ldblquote felt funny\rdblquote he said to Jake. Jake smiled with a glazed look in his eyes. \ldblquote That\rquote s kinda normal,\rdblquote he told the boy, \ldblquote it\rquote ll get better.\rdblquote he said, \lquote or worse.\rquote\par \tab The ten year old boy smiled a wavering smile and humped himself into Kim Wong\rquote s mouth. The girl\rquote s eleven year old sister was being seriously scrogged by Skyler nearby; her legs wrapped up about the nude teen\rquote s waist, her nipples on her young breasts were perky and she wallowed about in a strange slumbering nightmare of being raped and assaulted by Ghash--unaware that she was actually being pegged by another!\par \tab Jake was in Kim, his cock barely fit but the girl had been fingered strongly and raped lightly by Packard previously, somewhat breaking her in. Not really wanting to hurt the child he pulled out and had Paul do the deed, his cock was smaller and wouldn\rquote t cause as much damage.\par \tab\par \tab Young Lindsy and Michelle. They were merely six years young and therefore regarded as far too young to be messed with. Well, it never stopped them before! Skyler and Jake had no morals, none. Skyler lay on his back while naked ten year old Paul straddled his chest, holding up the unconscious Lindsy while Skyler underneath noshed on the child\rquote s poon.\par \tab Jake had Michelle on her back licking out her cunny and when he was at the stage of ultimate orgasmic pleasure he quickly sat up and masturbated, emptying his tool onto the child\rquote s cunny. As he emptied he lay his organ against her flesh and humped until he was well spent.\par \tab Skyler coerced Paul to fuck Lindsy. Paul laid out on his back and Skyler helped position the six year old onto the boy and guide his young bone into the unbroken cunny and break it in.\par \tab\ldblquote Dude! What the hell--?\rdblquote blurted a coming-around Blake.\par \tab\ldblquote Just a little fun!\rdblquote smiled Skyler, \lquote relax, join us.\rquote\par \tab Blake fended off the first mind assault, but accepted the second and got onto Crystal, his first choice. Skyler saw in the boy\rquote s mind, though, that he actually liked (would like) to boff Suzanne with a little desire to do her eight year old sister, too. Lindsy and Michelle were too young for him.\page\par \pard\nowidctlpar\qc *\par \pard\nowidctlpar\par \tab One by one the girls came around. They were groggy and sore--and sticky! (but none the wiser for what had happened) the girls were a little more accepting of the blatant nudity and before long they were willingly giving in to the boys\rquote sexual desires. There was not even a bat of an eye or outburst when the boys poked (one way or another) Lindsy and Michelle.\par \par There is more to life than fucking\'85\par \tab After a time, and going out of the cave to see if the scenery had changed (and it hadn\rquote t) there was naught (else) to do but explore. It seemed as though that the cave was more than they thought, there was a small passage to the rear of the roundish cave. They had to crawl on their hands and knees, climb up and then slither along on their bellies to reach a new cavern.\par \tab Once there, Jake stared for a long while at a shimmering pool. It was unlike any other pool he knew. A shimmering pool. Sand was all about in a three foot beach. On a dare, to himself, he touched the pool.\par \tab It felt like water. \par \tab There was no taste to it, though.\par \tab There was no way to tell how deep it was, it was like a silvery sheen that even cupping the \ldblquote water\rdblquote in his hand he couldn\rquote t see even his palm.\par \tab All about the new cave their were small caches (okay, niches.) \par \tab\ldblquote I think I\rquote ve been here before.\rdblquote Jake said aloud.\par \tab Skyler looked around, \ldblquote But there\rquote s no other way out.\rdblquote he looked for the sliding slab of stone they had slid into some time before. But there wasn\rquote t one, the cave was enclosed.\par \tab In some of the niches there were skulls, the same kind of skulls they had seen in the other cave. These niches, though, seemed different than the others--these niches were more roughly hewn, more like they had been simply hollowed out and not trimmed.\par \tab A stone tablet was found in one of the niches. Its writing was too archaic for the boys to understand. Another tablet had \ldblquote pictures\rdblquote etched onto the brown stone. That didn\rquote t help, either.\par \tab\ldblquote Whoa! Check this out!\rdblquote chimed Jake. From one of the niches he pulled out a handful of trinkets--beads and necklaces, wrist bands, goblets, and the like all in high quality bronze, pewter and GOLD!\page\tab Then, from out of the gloom of one side of the cave where the cave was with formed rocks and such, a figure emerged. A tall figure draped in a gray cloak! It moved slowly and only by perception did the boys notice it. \par \tab Both boys froze and then froze solid when they saw the wriggling worms dancing on the creature\rquote s skull.\par \tab\ldblquote Son-of-a-bitch!\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Holy shit!\rdblquote\par \tab And when from out of the middle of the creature\rquote s torso mid section a jutting wavering protrusion emerged, Jake fell into the shimmering pool.\par \par \tab Skyler floundered about the bank reaching in, trying not to fall in himself and keeping wary of where and how close the gray cloaked creature was. There was no sign (or feel) of his friend.\par \par \tab Jake \ldblquote surfaced\rdblquote gasping for air. \ldblquote SON-OF-A-BITCH!\rdblquote he gasped. He swam flounderingly to shore and pulled himself onto it. His mind was frapped--and then some. He lay panting and spurting before rolling onto his backside.\par \tab\ldblquote SHIT!\rdblquote he yelled. He hated stuff happening to him.\par \tab After a moment or two, or three, he sat up.\par \tab Daylight was streaming in from a hole off center of where he was.\par \tab A stone slab there was. A familiar slab.\par \tab\ldblquote What the fuck?\rdblquote he drawled. He stared into the water. He was highly confused. Slowly on numb legs and scrambled to the stone slab and peered up. Daylight there was. Lots of it. Hot warm air greeted him. As before, he had a hell of time picking his way up to the top of the cave and looked about, desert. Lots and lots of desert, \lquote cept to the one side where there were a few trees and a building, and a garage next to it.\par \tab Ma\rquote s Eats, Pa\rquote s Garage.\par \tab He was home. \fs20\par \pard\kerning0\f1\par }