{\rtf1\ansi\ansicpg1252\deff0\deflang1033{\fonttbl{\f0\fnil\fcharset0 Times New Roman;}{\f1\fswiss\fcharset0 Arial;}} {\*\generator Msftedit 5.41.15.1503;}\viewkind4\uc1\pard\nowidctlpar\sl240\slmult1\qc\kerning28\f0\fs36 August Moone\par Book 4\par Still Tripping\par Chapter 24\par More Of is not Always the Same As\par \pard\nowidctlpar\sl240\slmult1\fs28\par \par Sex Ed 101 (revisited)\par \tab He was giving it to her good and hard; the girl pounding back into her lover when suddenly the bushes parted and there stood the campus \ldblquote cop\rdblquote , Ms. Jenkins the 6\super th\nosupersub grade English teacher. She glared at the two students, John Jakes & Mary Kane, 7\super th\nosupersub graders. Mary Kane was standing, stooped over, her tight fitting nylon tye-dye shirt of blues and whites was hiked up to her shoulders, no bra. Her skin tight blue jeans down to expose just her ass, she wore panties of light red and they were down to mid cheek exposer.\par \tab The boy-lover behind her had his pants unzipped and his willy out. It was hard and pressing dramatically against the girl\rquote s ass, between her legs and everywhere.\par \tab The two were startled and stood up, the girl easily managing to pull her pants up and top down without much fuss. Not so for the boy who couldn\rquote t get his pecker back inside his pants without some difficulty involved.\par \tab\ldblquote Come with me!\rdblquote demanded Ms. Jenkins.\par \tab\ldblquote Shit!\rdblquote bitched the boy.\par \tab Ms. Jenkins grabbed the boy by the ear--she almost (ALMOST) grabbed him by his willy. The girl was held by the hand and the two were pulled out into the open and across the small middle school campus--to the principal\rquote s office.\par \par \tab The principal\rquote s office was located just inside a large two-story brick building. It was out of contrast to the white trash trailers the general populace of students attended. Lightly Mandy got the impression that she may in fact be \ldblquote elsewhere.\rdblquote she so noted the lack of those plain white trash trailers--replaced by brick buildings going out from the central building like octopus tentacles. She sighed, closed her eyes and held her ground.\page\tab When she \ldblquote opened\rdblquote her blue eyes, she was in a corridor. She read a couple of signs: Office Nurse\rquote s Station Detention Room Teacher\rquote s Lounge Faculty Restrooms and most importantly Principal\rquote s Office.\par \tab Go figure.\par \tab She sighed and avoided being knocked over by scurrying students hustling to classes. It wasn\rquote t too well lit in the central access corridor. Two main doors fore and aft, corridor arms stretching outward and stairs going up to the second floor.\par \tab The door to the Principal\rquote s Office opened and Ms. Jenkins from earlier stood there chatting with the principal seated at his desk. Mandy strolled up, \ldblquote Move.\rdblquote she said. Ms. Jenkins DID whirl around and look wildly, she peered out into the hall. Two student boys of the 6\super th\nosupersub grade sat in green vinyl sofas at the wall twiddling their thumbs.\par \tab\ldblquote Did you say something?\rdblquote Ms. Jenkins said.\par \tab\ldblquote No, bitch, I did, move your ass!\rdblquote\par \tab Ms. Jenkins looked flushed and gulped for air. Her hazel eyes looked wildly about.\par \tab\ldblquote Ms. Jenkins?\rdblquote spoke up the principal who had come to the door, \ldblquote Something wrong?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote I-I hear voices!\rdblquote she said on quivering lips.\par \tab Principal Lathers looked passed her and to the two scoundrel boys seated waiting to see him.\par \tab\ldblquote We aint sayin\rquote nuttin\rquote !\rdblquote defiantly yapped the tallow headed boy.\par \tab\ldblquote They are pulling yer--ahem, you\rquote re leg.\rdblquote Mr. Lathers cooed to the distraught woman. She still seemed perplexed and disturbed.\par \tab\ldblquote I will not tolerate such foolishness!\rdblquote she scolded the boys.\par \tab\ldblquote You can have a go at them when I\rquote m done with them.\rdblquote smiled the principal. The boys rolled their. \ldblquote Great, just fucking great!\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote That\rquote ll get you double duty, smart ass!\rdblquote jeered Mr. Lathers.\par \tab The boys shut up before they got themselves any deeper, crossed their arms and sulked. One of them farted. Ms. Jenkins tossed her head in a regal manner and whisked herself off to the Teacher\rquote s Lounge.\par \tab Mr. Lathers reached over and smacked the first boy\rquote s head up against the wall. He glared at them. \lquote You\rquote re going to be in deep DEEP shit.\rquote\par \par \tab\ldblquote Caught red handed, huh?\rdblquote Mr. Lathers said. He was a middle aged man, broad shouldered, graying temples, tight firm face, a little robust (rotund) but not to excess. A dress shirt with red tie, dark slacks, dress shoes. A gold nugget watch/band with matching ring.\page\tab On his desk were some manila folders. He opened one and pursed his lips, nodding his head. He was regal, in a downhome country boy way, clean shaven, way too serious. He shook his head and continued perusing the file.\par \tab\ldblquote You were caught last month smoking a peace pipe with Johnny Redcorn.\rdblquote \par \tab The boy nodded and stared at the tips of his dirty grimy tennis shoes.\par \tab\ldblquote The pipe was loaded with hash. Tsk tsk tsk.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote You put a smoke bomb in the girl\rquote s restroom--several young ladies ran out into the hall with barely their clothes on.\rdblquote\par \tab\lquote Yeah, so?\rquote shrugged the boy. He was a rebel. Thick unkempt dark hair, dark eyes, dark eyebrows. He was rugged, from the \ldblquote wrong side of the tracks\rdblquote and a potential \ldblquote boy momma warned you about.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Was in possession of bicycle that was not yours, a text book, some cheat notes, and\'85\rdblquote Mr. Lathers stopped reading, it was a thick file.\par \tab He closed it and opened the other file.\par \tab It wasn\rquote t so thick, but: \ldblquote Caught giving oral sex to two 5\super th\nosupersub grade boys.\rdblquote\par \tab John Jakes looked to Mary Kane, raised an eyebrow (the one that could be seen) in some awe and shock. Mary Jane sat with hands folded between her knees. \lquote Oh well.\rquote on her face. She was a little embarrassed that John now knew. She fluttered her eyes and tried to maintain an air of innocence.\par \tab Mr. Lathers, though, went on.\par \tab\ldblquote You were caught in the broom closet of Ms. Kabble\rquote s class with a fellow student last year--\ldblquote exploring\rdblquote one another you stated.\rdblquote again Mary Kane tried to plead innocence, being sheepish an\rquote all. John Jakes continued to look upon her in some awe, if not disdain.\par \tab There were other \ldblquote incidences\rdblquote , Mr. Lathers didn\rquote t bother revealing them. He closed the files and folders and put them away. \ldblquote Public indecency is forbidden on this campus--\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote We were out of sight until that bitch opened us up!\rdblquote yapped Mary.\par \tab\ldblquote She obviously knew where you were and what you were doing.\rdblquote replied Mr. Lather. \ldblquote What you do \ldblquote off-campus\rdblquote is your business, what you do anywhere ON campus is MY business.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote I cant get detention,\rdblquote almost wailed Mary.\par \tab\ldblquote Me, neither, my old man--\rdblquote the boy shook his head, \ldblquote\rquote side, I got a job I have to go to after school; I mean, right AFTER school.\rdblquote\page\tab\ldblquote Me too!\rdblquote perked up the girl, \ldblquote I-I babysit and I HAVE to be there.\rdblquote she smiled and continued looking as innocent as possible.\par \tab Mr. Kevin Lathers looked to the two and leaned forward, \lquote Do I look like I just fell off the shit wagon?\rquote he tried to convey to them via a stern hard look.\par \tab\ldblquote Well, no detention then for you two, eh?\rdblquote he leaned back in his principal\rquote s chair, nodding and thinking. \ldblquote And you\rquote ve already got more homework than you can actually handle.\rdblquote he intertwined his fingers and cracked them.\par \tab\ldblquote Sooooo, what\rquote s left?\rdblquote\par \tab Mary Kane and John Jakes looked to one another and shrugged.\par \tab\ldblquote Well, I can\rquote t let you two walk out of here without SOME sort of compensation for your actions.\rdblquote he tugged on his nose, nodded to himself and looked to the boy.\par \tab The look made the boy uncomfortable. He wore a black tee-shirt with an upside down cross dripping blood and a skull at one end. A chain of silver skulls adorned his neck. His unkempt black hair hung to his shoulders and concealed one side of his face. A \ldblquote spike\rdblquote ran thru the lobe of each ear.\par \tab Mary Kane wore no jewelry whatsoever. She was nicely dressed, and clean. Long almost stringy blond hair. She fidgeted in her seat and waited.\par \tab She didn\rquote t have to wait long, nor John. Lathers opened a bottom desk drawer and withdrew--a paddle.\par \tab It was similar--very similar--to Ms. Jenkins\rquote Mr. Discipline. On the brass nametag on Mr. Lathers\rquote paddle was inscripted \ldblquote Satan\rquote s Folly\rdblquote . It was smacked against his hand HARD. The report made the two students jump.\par \tab\ldblquote Two weeks detention, 3-4 PM every day, both Saturdays for six hours.\rdblquote\par \tab John and Mary gulped and looked to one another.\par \tab\ldblquote No fucking way!\rdblquote blurted John. \ldblquote I fucking told you old man, I can\rquote t, I\rquote ve got a job!\rdblquote\par \tab Mr. Lathers cast his eyes to Mary Kane.\par \tab\ldblquote Me, too; honest, I\rquote ve got to babysit the Turner\rquote s kids.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Well, then,\rdblquote said Mr. Lathers, he looked to the boy, \ldblquote get your sorry ass over here.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Oh man!\rdblquote whined the boy. He looked very distressed and not enthused in the least about getting a walloping.\par \tab\ldblquote Of course, I COULD notify your parents and THEY could come down and--\rdblquote\page\tab\ldblquote NO!\rdblquote almost shouted John, \ldblquote just you and me will be good.\rdblquote he was in a panic. If his DAD got involved, it wouldn\rquote t be good--not good at all.\par \tab Mary Kane nodded it was so with her, she would rather be dealt with by the principal than either of her parents.\par \tab Reluctantly and swinging his elbows all about fussing fourteen year old John Jakes sloshed his way to business side of the principal\rquote s desk.\par \tab\ldblquote Take \lquote em down!\rdblquote said the principal.\par \tab The boy looked at his principal in alarm. \ldblquote Aw man!\rdblquote he whined. Very reluctantly he pulled his hands from his pockets and in a mad mannr undone his dingy jeans and tugged them down to his knees. Not-so-clean underwear he wore. He still had a bit of a \ldblquote bulge\rdblquote , it was \ldblquote banana\rdblquote shaped and was snug inside his cotton briefs.\tab\par \tab He was nodded \ldblquote in place\rdblquote by Mr. Lathers. The boy scuffed the floor and came to the man\rquote s lap. He knelt down and lay across the dress slacks. He firstly held his hands to so-so protect his butt, but pulled them up to his chest and waited.\par \tab He didn\rquote t have to wait long and the first smack came resoundingly swift and sure. The boy jumped, so did Mary Kane.\par \tab\ldblquote God-fucking-damn!\rdblquote the boy yelled.\par \tab Another swat came almost twice as hard as the first.\par \tab\ldblquote Sweet-fucking-mother-of-a-bitch!\rdblquote\par \tab Another swat.\par \tab\ldblquote SHIT!\rdblquote the boy screamed.\par \tab Then his thin cotton undies were pushed down.\par \par \tab Mary Kane couldn\rquote t see much, but guessed most. She sat still clenching herself, jumping at every swat that came to John\rquote s ass--slightly unaware of the fact that it was a BARE ass.\par \tab Finally John began to cry. Defiantly he held off for as long as possible. But the threshold of PAIN was significant and the sorrowful emotions came and he wept greatly.\par \tab The swatting ceased.\par \tab Mr. Lathers peered at the ass flesh of John Jakes, it was almost puce! He rubbed it, consoled it, squeezed the inflamed cheeks and parted a cheek to peer at his crack and hole.\par \tab The boy clenched his cheek and continued to weep. Mr. Lathers looked to the girl and gave a very subtle nod. Timidly and unsurely the girl arose from her chair and came around the desk.\page\tab She was mildly taken aback at the sight she saw.\par \tab\ldblquote Holy shit!\rdblquote she blurted. Mr. Lathers smiled at her.\par \tab Mary gulped and on her own undone her jeans and tugged them down to her knees. Her top she whisked off and she was topless. A nice pair of very round perfect orbs there was to delight upon. Mr. Lathers eyed them, smiled, then nodded in a not so subtle manner. The girl grew a little embarrassed--having jumped the gun a tad bit. She went to her knees and was eye-to hole to John\rquote s ass.\par \tab Another head nod. Mary Kane gulped some, hesitated, took in some breath for courage fueling and leaned in. She kissed and then licked the boy\rquote s cheeks. The cheeks were pulled open wide and Mary K began rim jobbing.\par \par \tab Temporarily John no longer felt the sting of his ass aflame; Mary\rquote s tongue was talented and did a fine-fine job of soothing him. He apparently had never had a rim job before. \par \tab Mary licked more and more of John\rquote s ass, tugging his hairy nuggets up thru his legs and sucking on them, too. Mr. Lathers ran his hand thru the girl\rquote s hair, as well as up and down her body.\par \tab Presently the girl\rquote s tongue grew weary of the task; she sat back smacking her lips and waiting for the next event.\par \tab She didn\rquote t have to wait long, Mr. Lathers caressed the boy\rquote s still burning cheeks and then a wicked-wicked demeanor befell him. He smiled, closed his eyes a moment and then--from where Satan\rquote s Folly had come the man produced a long ribbed curved object. It was wooden, curved slightly with a bulbous tip. Several \ldblquote rings\rdblquote from the \ldblquote head\rdblquote to the middle section and then from there there were \ldblquote bumps\rdblquote to the base. \par \tab The object was gazed upon (and admired.) It was handed over to Mary. She looked upon it with awe, then delight. But it was not entirely for HER, per se. \ldblquote You can suck it.\rdblquote said lowly Mr. Lathers.\par \tab Mary did. She admired it, stroked it, admired it, then began slowly-slowly sliding it into her mouth. She took her time and Mr. Lathers began a tedious bout of finger fucking John Jakes.\par \tab John squirmed some, his ass was smacked and he settled right out.\par \tab\ldblquote What the fuck\rquote s going on, dude?\rdblquote he asked trying to turn his head and looking back behind him. Mary had totally engulfed the wooden schlong, slicking it up nicely--for the insertion/plunging into John\rquote s virgin crap chute.\page\tab John tensed up and grab a holt of the chair and desk leg as he was violated. Mary Kane eased so-so gently the prong into the boy\rquote s hole. When she met severe resistance she pulled back the wooden dong, twisted it, and then eased it back in.\par \tab It was a slow-slow process working the cherry wood schlong into John\rquote s rectum. When it WAS fully seeded, there was the so-so gentle \ldblquote fucking\rdblquote that followed.\par \tab John groaned, moaned, grunted, and strained. Mary expertly sodomized the boy for several minutes. Several--working it faster and faster until the boy muttered, \ldblquote I\rquote m gonna fucking cum!\rdblquote\par \tab Quickly he was stood up, the dildo still crammed DEEP into his asshole (it was an eight incher). He was whirled around and allowed to jerk his pud--shooting his load into Mary\rquote s awaiting mouth. The boy\rquote s cum blasted goo all over her sweet face; gobs blowing onto her young tender breasts.\par \tab Mary engulfed the boy\rquote s dong and sucked him dry.\par \tab Mr. Lathers worked the dildo.\par \par \tab There was more. From the same drawer Lathers produced a strap-on. No wooden dildo for the attachment, it was a 7-incher very curved, but malleable. It was off-black in color, thick, and with hairless testicles on the black leather \ldblquote patch\rdblquote where the base of the schlong was affixed. Lathers gooped the dong up with some petroleum jelly and applied it, as well, to the boy\rquote s clenching asshole.\par \tab Mary gawked at the strap-on, Mr. Lathers placed the item on the girl, he himself tugging her rose pink undies down to her knees. A nice crop of pubes there was, lightly trimmed. Mr. Lathers only gawked briefly and went on attaching the strap-on.\par \tab Thereafter Lathers guided the tip end to John\rquote s glory hole.\par \tab\ldblquote Oh fucking God!\rdblquote the boy uttered in his distress.\par \tab\ldblquote Take it all, motherfucker!\rdblquote decreed Lathers and he pressed earnestly on Mary\rquote s ass--forcing her to slide the strap-on she wore into John\rquote s ass.\par \tab It seemed incredulous--and indeed it was. Mary fully make anal penetration, John reeled and clutched tightly the chair and desk enduring the sheer agony of the violation. Mary pulled back part way and the slipped the item back in. and repeat. And repeat some more. She pulled back most of the way and then--back in. repeatedly. \par \tab Mary\rquote s actions increased. Repeatedly. \page\tab There was a nub-bump patch on the inner side of the leather patch, the part that snuggly nestled against the pussy. It intensified sexually Mary\rquote s quim and filled her with orgasmic sensations. Lathers continued pressing on her ass, helping her to fuck. He squeezed the cheeks and began stuffing HER backdoor, too!\par \par \tab\ldblquote It\rquote s cumming!\rdblquote shouted John. \par \tab Quickly he was stood up. But instead of shooting his load onto Mary\rquote s face, or in it, Mr. Lathers wrapped something like a rubber band about the boy\rquote s balls and the base of his cock. John\rquote s eyes fluttered and he tried to speak--unsuccessfully.\par \tab (Outside, the two boys sitting in wait to be seen by Mr. Lathers had their puds out and were jerking them, they could well enough HERE what was transpiring inside. Other students would wander by, gawk at the masturbating boys but nothing more. Even some teachers wandered by, nothing from them, either!)\par \tab Mary Kane kicked off her clothes, the strap-on was removed and she was hefted up onto the Principal\rquote s desk. Lathers took a moment to gander and gaze lovingly upon the naked poon before him. He almost smiled. He DID lick his lips, nodded and positioned John before her.\par \tab Lathers caressed the boy\rquote s ass--it was just at the point of finally cooling down. The boy gleefully inserted his severely aching prong into Mary\rquote s cunt and began to fuck.\par \tab The wooden dildo was taken and gently probed the boy\rquote s puckered anus. His secured testicles were manhandled and the strap-on dildo was guided into Mary\rquote s asshole.\par \tab Mary lay fully back on the desk, knees up, feet perched on the edge. John plowed her and she fully received the entire length of the strap-on cock. Lathers sat back and undone his slacks and fished out his prick. With fingers wrapped gently about the manhood, he stroked. He gazed upon John\rquote s ass, with the wooden dildo still up his rectum.\par \tab In minutes the boy once more began to cry, in agony from a pent up orgasm. A flurry of cursing spilled from his mouth, he drove DEEP into Mary\rquote s pussy, screaming and crying and plowing, pounding furiously.\par \tab Mr. Lathers reached in and gave the two rubber bands a quick twist and they were broken--releasing a torrent of cum. A torrent of cum and orgasmic bliss untold.\par \tab Mary felt something from the ordeal, too.\page ****\par \par \tab There was a brief respite. Neither John or Mary could move. Nor did they want to. The finale orgasm had taken a serious toll on their systems, a flood of John\rquote s cum filled Mary\rquote s cunt; mixed with her own juices there was quite a mess on the desk and floor.\par \tab Kevin Lathers stood and caressed the boy\rquote s ass, taking the two dildo items and replacing them into the drawer. Satan\rquote s Folly was returned there, too. Standing his slacks fell to his ankles, his basic green satin boxers remained in place, his massive all male manhood stood out proudly.\par \tab Slowly, very slowly John Jakes slid off of Mary. Mr. Lathers eyed her like a buzzard looking at his first meal in a month. Mary barely moved, she barely breathed! Her pussy clenched and cum continued to ooze out. Lathers went down on her. He sucked her cum laden cunny dry!\par \tab Ewewewewewewew!\par \tab After sucking it dry and clean, tantalizing the young girl even more, Kevin Lathers stuffed the girl\rquote s quim with his manly prick and began pumping. Slowly at first, then stepping up to increase the tempo and pump with much vigor and vim.\par \tab John lay sprawled on the green shag carpeting, passed out.\par \par Still Schlepping\par \tab There was an unaccounted passage of time for Mandy. How much time was unknown. It seemed like a lot, but then again\'85\par \tab John and Mary were gone, replaced by two boys--the two boys who had been sitting outside--waiting. Their schlongs were back inside their pants, pants were unzipped, though. Nice looking lads, blond and sandy brown haired. Blue eyes each. About the same size with the blond headed boy half an inch taller and more rustic looking. Both stared at the floor. One of them farted.\par \tab Mr. Lathers was just sitting down. Did John and Mary walk out naked? Their clothes were gone, Mandy figured a moment or two she missed, spaced out. She didn\rquote t let it bother her, if she did that she\rquote d go crazy!\par \tab Anyways, Fred and Harold.\par \tab What their initial offense was was unknown to Mandy. And she didn\rquote t care. Lathers tugged thoughtfully on his chin, the stench of sex still lingered in the air. \page\tab\ldblquote Alright,\rdblquote said Mr. Lathers leaning back in his chair, \ldblquote how are we going to deal with this?\rdblquote he placed his hands behind his head and gave the two lads a long hard stare.\par \tab One of the boys broke out into a sweat and gulped. One of the boys farted (again.) There was silence thereafter. One of the lads shifted his weight from one foot to the other. The other lad was just listless in place.\par \tab\ldblquote Shall I notify your dads?\rdblquote\par \tab That got the boys\rquote attention, they looked up in mild distress.\par \tab\ldblquote No!\rdblquote they both said together.\par \tab\ldblquote Your daddy works down at the lumber mill still, right?\rdblquote \par \tab The boy whose daddy worked at the lumber nodded. His blue eyes shinned and he was full of sweat--if not fear.\par \tab\ldblquote And your daddy is still on the sheriff\rquote s department, huh?\rdblquote\par \tab The other lad nodded, his composure was more intact, but he was fearful all the same.\par \tab\ldblquote Well, you can deal with your daddy\rquote s or deal with me. Your call.\rdblquote\par \tab The boys looked to one another. One chewed his lip, the other rolled his eyes around, scanning the desk. One of them farted (again!)\par \tab With a sigh one of the lads, Fred, nodded, \ldblquote Okay.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Okay, WHAT?\rdblquote asked the principal, empathizing the what.\par \tab\ldblquote We\rquote ll-we\rquote ll deal with you.\rdblquote\par \tab Mr. Lathers smiled and nodded his eyes. His hazel eyes glazed over and he opened his legs a bit. The other lad, Harold, looked sternly to his friend.\par \tab\ldblquote What, you want your dad and mine to have us?\rdblquote\par \tab Harold re-thought and sighed. He scratched at his balls and farted.\par \par \tab Fred came around the desk with his head down. Lathers turned to him, still leaning back in the chair. Harold remained on the other side of the desk, scratching his balls as digging into his ass crack.\par \tab For a moment there was nothing.\tab\par \tab Then there was a subtle head nod from Lathers. Fred twisted his mouth, sighed, and unhitched his pants. Down slowly they fell to mid thigh. No undies. His pud was uncut and dangled off to one side. Not much in the way of pubes on his nuggets, either.\par \tab Lathers smiled and nodded, then leaned forward and took hold of the boy\rquote s nearly bare balls and tugged on them. The same hand went around to caress the boy\rquote s bare ass. Fred closed his eyes and slowly his cock began to grow.\page\tab After some ass rubbing Lathers exploratory hand came to the boy\rquote s growing pud. It still hung off to the right, curved upward slightly, and was growing to nearly 5 inches! Not bad for an eleven year old! \par \tab Lathers handled the boy\rquote s pud, then tugged him in a little closer.\par \tab The boy clenched up and watched as his cock was devoured.\par \tab After a moment or two, the boy looked to his friend, \lquote Maybe this wont be so bad after all?\rquote he transmitted with a look and a shrug.\par \tab\lquote Yeah, no spanking!\rquote returned Harold.\par \tab Kevin Lathers only sucked the eleven year old\rquote s prick a minute or two, pulled it out and sat up; eyes still glazed over staring at the lovely dong. He looked over to the still standing Harold, \ldblquote Take off your clothes.\rdblquote he told him.\par \tab Harold nodded and quickly stripped off his clothes.\par \tab Lathers caressed Fred\rquote s body, squeezing his cheeks and drinking him in. He then stood and Fred reared back. Out of his slacks came the manly schlong. The man stood menacingly, stroking his meat and waggling it. Fred sighed and didn\rquote t look like he was too enthused about the deed to be done. He thought only half a moment and then simply leaned in and indeed began the task.\par \tab He made odd sounds as he choked on the man cock. Lathers held his head in place with his hand, working the boy\rquote s head back and forth, back and forth, back and forth--until\'85\par \tab A great gob of cum blasted into the throat of young eleven year old Fred. The boy sputtered and flailed his arms trying to push away from the massive prong.\par \tab\ldblquote Drain me, bitch!\rdblquote Kevin Lathers bellowed.\par \tab Fred choked some more, gagged, sputtered and was almost in tears.\par \tab Lathers quickly pulled out and emptied himself onto the boy\rquote s kinda sweet face. Fred\rquote s head was still kept still until all of Mr. Lathers\rquote juices were spilled.\par \tab Lathers then rubbed his schlong all over the boy\rquote s face; he was exhausted and finally had to re-sit himself. Young Fred somehow managed to hold his emotions in. he didn\rquote t bother wiping the spunk matter off of his face.\par \tab\ldblquote Burning dog shit in the cafeteria--not new but it hasn\rquote t been done in awhile.\rdblquote Mr. Lathers said regaining himself. \ldblquote Had it not sickened several students it may have been pulled off without much fuss.\rdblquote\page\tab\lquote It\rquote s the cafeteria food that makes people sick!\rquote\par \tab Lathers looked to Harold. Harold had spoken aloud, but the thought was loud enough. Harold shut up and stared back to the floor.\par \tab\ldblquote Slinging dead rats into the girl\rquote s restrooms\'85\rdblquote went on the principal, \ldblquote pissing into the drinking fountain, more burning dog shit in fellow students\rquote desks!\rdblquote\par \tab The boys were busted. Big time. Mandy didn\rquote t know what to think, what the hell ever happened to simple cherry bombs in the toilets, making raspberry (fart) sounds in the class and passing the blame to someone else?\par \tab Slowly Mr. Lathers brought Fred down across his lap. The boy\rquote s ass was fondled, greatly and heavily. A cheek was pulled firmly and his anus was examined via eye and then finger. Fred squirmed some, wriggled more. A gentle slap came to the boy\rquote s ass. It was only the beginning.\par \tab Satan\rquote s Folly returned into play. Fred muttered, \ldblquote Oh shit!\rdblquote then sighed and his young body went a little limp. \ldblquote Gull-dang-it!\rdblquote he brought his hands under him and waited. Lathers rested the wooden disciplinarian against the cool soft supple skin of the boy--made small circles and then big ones.\par \tab Harold clenched tight and stared wide eyed--waiting.\par \tab A moment passed. Then another. Then another. Still Satan\rquote s Folly made circles on Fred\rquote s butt.\par \tab Then, suddenly and with some ferocity the paddle came swift and hard. Damn hard.\par \tab Fred was too stunned at the onset to scream out or call or do anything that was vocal. His body went taunt and another swat came just as swift and hard as the first.\par \tab Then another fell.\par \tab Another swat landed on the boy\rquote s thighs.\par \tab\ldblquote OW! Gull-fucking-dang-it that fucking hurt!\rdblquote he bitched.\par \tab Lathers smacked the boy\rquote s ass and then snapped his fingers to young Harold. Lathers seemed a bit miffed at Fred\rquote s outburst. Harold gulped and wanted to flee. But he didn\rquote t. he moved cautiously around the desk to where Fred\rquote s head was.\par \tab Harold had some unsightly moles, scars, and a long hideous birthmark on his right hip. His cock was limp and hung to the left. Lathers reached out to the boy and pulled him in a little closer, via pushing him by his ass. Harold scooted timidly closer--and closer--and closer to friend Fred\rquote s face.\page\tab\ldblquote Take him.\rdblquote said Lathers.\par \tab\ldblquote Aw fuck, man!\rdblquote griped-bitched Fred.\par \tab A heavy swat came to his already tenderized bottom.\par \tab He opened his mouth and partook of Harold\rquote s limp dick.\par \tab It wasn\rquote t limp for long.\par \tab Harold (on his own) squeezed his nuggets and at the base of his cock. Every inch of cock meat went into Fred\rquote s mouth, Harold rolled his eyes, clenched up on his toes and became quite hard in less than a minute.\par \tab Fred sucked.\par \tab He sucked harder and Harold received orgasmic bliss as Fred\rquote s ass was paddled during the blow job. Fred tried to scream out again, moreso, but his mouth was filled with dick and his cries were muffled.\par \tab As many as five more hard ass blistering swats were landed. Fred WAS screaming, twisting and crying. Lathers dropped the paddle and applied bare handed spanking--for five hard as hell swats.\par \tab Harold was \ldblquote emptying\rdblquote into his friend\rquote s mouth, shooting gobs and gobs of hot sticky goo. Fred was a swallower. He ingested all the goo, smacked his lips and then hung his head. His hands were allowed to console his burning bum.\par \tab His head was wrenched up, \ldblquote I should make you EAT a plate of your prank (burning dog shit). How would you like that, eh?\rdblquote the boy shook his head that he would NOT like that at all.\par \tab\ldblquote Burning dog shit souffl\'e9, with ice cream! Well done dog shit, with a little dog cum? Over easy flaming dog shit with green beans and rat turds!?\rdblquote\par \tab Fred violently shook his head.\par \tab Lathers nodded to Harold and the boy went around the desk to come to Fred\rquote s searing ass. On his knees he went and into Fred\rquote s inflamed cheeks he pressed his face. He licked Fred\rquote s crack and cheeks and spent quite a time diddling Fred\rquote s hole.\par \tab\ldblquote I think I\rquote m gonna fucking cum!\rdblquote blurted Fred.\par \tab Lathers quickly reached under him and held the boy\rquote s cock and balls.\par \tab\ldblquote Oh no you don\rquote t, not until I\rquote m ready for you!\rdblquote\par \tab Fred made a face, spread his legs and ass cheeks a bit more and endured. Harold licked and licked, diddled and diddled. His young pud had re-stiffened and HE was ready to cum, too. \par \tab Harold was not denied. \page\tab The boy stood and for a moment or so humped his friend\rquote s ass cheeks which were still quite warm. Fred on his own apparently spread his own cheeks and waited.\par \tab He didn\rquote t have to wait long. Harold pressed the head of his prick to Fred\rquote s rim and began a steady insertion. Fred groaned, moaned, and made half-hearted outbursts.\par \tab Harold made long steady pumps. Lathers wasn\rquote t guiding the boy, just rested his hand on the boy\rquote s ass, squeezed a cheek (or whole bum) and watched the fucking in progress.\par \tab Occasionally, Harold withdrew completely and humped his friend\rquote s crack, angled his cock downward between the legs. Then it was back \ldblquote in\rdblquote for completion of the sodomy.\par \par \tab Fred clenched his fists tight, he could feel Harold\rquote s cock exploding inside him. Harold pumped hard, his balls slapping, skin smacking against his flesh. Nothing was said, no sudden outbursts vulgar or otherwise. Harold pumped madly during the final throws and drained his lizard to the max.\par \tab Fred languished and waited for his friend to get out of him. Harold languished, waiting for the sexual \ldblquote bliss\rdblquote to die down some. Mr. Lathers caressed Harold\rquote s ass, smacking it some and caressing his legs until he was all done and cummed out.\par \tab It was then Harold\rquote s turn. After all, he had provided the match and bag; Fred had merely provided the dog shit. \par \tab Fred stood on numb trembling legs. He rubbed his balls and ass. Cum dripped from his glory hole down his legs. He didn\rquote t glare at his friend, but made a face just the same.\par \tab Timidly and very timidly Harold laid himself out across Mr. Lathers\rquote lap. His ass was caressed stronger, cheeks spread and hole lightly diddled. A nod to Fred and Fred almost smiled, \ldblquote Here, taste this, motherfucker!\rdblquote he conveyed and stuffed his aching bone into Harold\rquote s mouth.\par \tab Harold seemed to fare better at slurping schlong than Fred, he took the task in mouth and reveled in it (seemingly.) He only became emotionally charged when his ass began receiving Satan\rquote s Folly-- Repeatedly!\par \tab Harold breathed hard thru his nose and completely engulfed his friend\rquote s dong. Fred could only look down and marvel in the deed. \ldblquote Holy fucking shit, dude!\rdblquote he exclaimed. With each resounding smack to his ass, Harold sucked harder. Fred received the BJ of his life!\page\tab Fred, though, didn\rquote t cum. He was close but lingered right at the apex of the orgasmic plateau, right on the verge. But nothing \ldblquote came\rdblquote of it. Harold finally pulled back and let the hot member rest/hump against hi head. Lathers paddled his young ass tomato red, then applied his hand and tugged the balls up thru the legs.\par \tab Fred humped Harold\rquote s face and tried to cum.\par \tab Nope!\par \tab He got the go ahead head nod to come around the desk--and to Harold\rquote s ass. Fred gulped air and did so. Before applying cock, though, he applied tongue. Tongue and fingers. Fred eyed Harold\rquote s bum, kissed the rim and licked the crack and cheeks. He smoothed his hands over the very warm flesh and soon stood to sink his prick into the tight sphincter.\par \tab Quick little pumps Fred gave unto his friend. Like Fred, Harold pulled his own cheeks open and received schlong. Fred pushed himself all the way in and pumped very much like a rabbit. He clenched his friend\rquote s ass hips and \ldblquote went to town.\rdblquote\par \tab Fred\rquote s facial expressions told the tale--he was finally ready to cum.\par \tab It was like he had never cum before! His eyes opened wide, his mouth wider. His hips pumped madly back and forth, slamming Harold\rquote s asshole so much so Mandy thought for sure she smelled burning rubber! Fred made some noises unknown, Harold did, too.\par \tab Final at the brink of the orgasm threshold Harold unleashed a torrent of love cream. He made MORE noises and his cock was nearly blasted out of Harold\rquote s tract by the back blast of sperm.\par \par \tab Both boys were sheer exhausted. Fred pulled out of his friend\rquote s rectum and fell away to the floor, wriggling in some agony, clutching his cock and jerking it, cum still shooting from it. Harold clenched his ass, trying to finger his chute. Mr. Lathers stood the boy up, toyed with his erection--then placed him on the desk\'85\par \tab The boy laid back and held his legs back. Kevin Lathers guided his prick to the boy\rquote s anus and made easy entry to the cum soaked hole. Harold groaned and moaned, eyes bulged, mouth opened big enough that the entire student body could hide within.\par \tab Lathers sodomized the boy a good five minutes before unloading into him. All during the fuck the man stared at the boy\rquote s jiggling tool; he watched, too, his prick sliding in and out of the boy\rquote s asshole.\page My Inner Self\par \tab (or something relatively close)\par \tab For a fleeting moment there was the cabin, THE cabin. She saw the inside of the cabin and all those within. For a fleeting moment. It was brief, very brief. Other images filled in; none of which were understandable. The images were jumbled together in meaningless strands of information.\par \tab Blocking them or dismissing them proved unfruitful. There were many images and they came randomly, quickly and with no pattern.\par \tab At length she began to fill ill. More than ill. Sick. Very sick. She felt uncontrollable stomach rollings, her asshole clenched up tight in an attempt to prevent sudden \ldblquote leakage.\rdblquote Her mouth became awash with extra-extra saliva.\par \tab Then there came the \ldblquote flushness.\rdblquote\par \tab The sickness filled her, overwhelmed her and she began to heave.\par \tab Heave-ho and blow.\par \tab Repeatedly. A lot. Over and over again.\par \par \tab How long it lasted she wasn\rquote t sure.\par \tab WHERE it lasted she didn\rquote t know that, either. She wasn\rquote t\rquote at the school any longer. Someplace else. Someplace gray, gloomy, and kinda cool. The coolness was a blessing. It helped. But she was still feverish and very-very ill.\par \tab Mist. Or fog. Fog she guessed, all around. All was gray, like a gray early-early morning. It \ldblquote felt\rdblquote like morning. The ground was laden with needles. Pine needles. Thick rich green moss clung to the trees. There were no boulders. Some ferns, mostly deep dense wooded shrubs.\par \tab She heaved-ho a little more, her asshole opened and released what was quaking to get out damn quick. She couldn\rquote t remember when the last time she had been so sick.\par \tab She moved a little from where she was retching her guts out and fell into a group of sticky ferns. The ground was cool and that helped. She still felt ill, violently ill. There was nothing to do but lay as still as possible--and wait.\par \par \tab How long it lasted--she didn\rquote t know.\page\tab When she awoke it was still kinda gray, but not as cold and there was just a light wisp of fog lingering about. She felt better. She had felt better, but it was an improvement from when earlier. She was in a forest. Somewhere, she would rather be in a house--somewhere where she could get some rest, food, a bath, and curl up in an empty bed.\par \tab She yawned and sat up.\par \tab Nothing seemed to be familiar. Someplace new?\par \tab She yawned and stood up, stretched and looked around some more.\par \tab The woods were new. To her anyways. She felt hungry. Hungry and lost. Very lost. She didn\rquote t have a clue as to where she was--or what the fuck was happening to her--or why. At least the images that had plagued her earlier had quit. That was a plus.\par \tab She moved in no particular direction thru the ferns.\par \tab It was damp in the forest, the air, the ground, the ferns. \par \tab She didn\rquote t travel long or far before coming upon something, something striking. Railroad tracks.\par \tab At first it startled her.\par \tab Then frightened her.\par \tab Then when realizing it frightened and wondering WHY did it frighten her--she was no longer frightened and couldn\rquote t remember why briefly she had been.\par \tab Joy!\par \tab The tracks were nothing spectacular. Plain ordinary choo-choo tracks, the smooth polished rails were damp. The odor of the oil soaked (creosote) timbers filled her. Many times that particular odor had filled her. Why she didn\rquote t know. Was there a significance? She didn\rquote t know that, either.\par \tab To the left of her the racks made a long sweeping turn into some serious deep dense woods. To the right the tracks came out of just such. All was quiet and serene. Mandy pursed her lips. One direction was just as good as the other.\par \tab She turned to her left and walked down the middle of the tracks.\par \par *****\par \par \tab Thick lush greenery. Deep and dense foliage. And way-way too quiet. Mandy didn\rquote t care for it. No birds chirping, no woodpeckers pecking, no insects or anything buzzing. Too quiet. Too-too quiet.\par \tab Save for the whistle.\par \tab A train whistle suddenly erupted into the silence. She shrieked aloud as she was startled. She looked behind her--nothing. Nothing before her, either. But that didn\rquote t mean it wasn\rquote t there. The whistle sounded close. There then was a strange odor in the air, overwhelming the creosote timbers of the tracks.\par \tab The long sweeping tracks merged into even MORE spookier deep dense woods--if that was possible. The once really-really bright green moss and other foliage gave way to darker greens. A natural tunnel there came to be, the trees stretching up so tall and then their uppermost branches inter-mingling with one another forming a \ldblquote tunnel.\rdblquote\par \tab It was not totally-totally dark within the \ldblquote tunnel.\rdblquote It was still daylight, just a little dimmer within the natural tunnel. Light, natural light, could be seen filtering in through the sides and top of the tunnel, as well as bright natural light at the end of said tunnel which seemed to be no more than 2-300 yards.\par \tab On each side of the rails there were some six feet of gentle slope, laden with river rock. There then was dark patch of gray dirt for three feet or so which segued to the green really-really green clover and moss.\par \tab Mandy paused. A long time she paused. She looked left and right of her, forward and a quick look or two behind her. If she needed to make a quick and hasty exit OFF the tracks, bailing left or right would be good--but not without problems--the foliage was kinda thick and difficult. But there still should be enough room to cower as the massive steam locomotive rumbled by.\par \tab Timidly she stooped down and placed her hand on one of the rails.\par \tab It was cold, damp, and still. No vibrations.\par \tab She waited five-ten-fifteen minutes. No more train screams.\par \tab Wrinkling her nose and wishing for companionship, something to eat, more suitable clothing, some directions--she took a step forward.\par \par \tab A sincere creepy feeling enveloped her. She knew she should have better since. She knew she should turn and bolt. But there was the curiosity issue; along with the tiredness. She WAS tired. Tired and fed up. She had had about enough. Enough of aimless wandering, if not wondering. She wanted direction. A pursuit. A reason.\par \tab Another fifteen minutes elapsed before she took another step.\par \tab The fear of creepiness she had had momentarily had lapsed. She drew up some anger from within, from deep down inside her. Defiantly she stepped forward down the middle of the tracks. \par \tab She did note the significant temperature change once inside the natural \ldblquote tunnel.\rdblquote She paused and waited--listening. There was nothing, though. Picking up one of the many settling rocks between the timbers she gave it a hurl. She heard it \ldblquote hit\rdblquote somewhere before her. Nothing else.\par \tab A long steady breath she let out, licked her lips and defiantly once more tredged onward.\par \par \tab At the end of the natural tunnel it a pile of graying lumber board was piled up to one side. There were less trees but more shrubs and bushes extremely dense. A deer came out from the density, crossing the tracks. It paused in the middle to look straight at Mandy. Mandy stared at the deer; it was black, not brown, black. All black save for some brown and white spots on its rump. Mandy had never seen nor heard of a \ldblquote black\rdblquote deer.\par \tab The deer snorted, peed, and then scurried on across the tracks.\par \tab A train whistle screamed nearly sending Mandy aloft.\par \tab She jumped and bolted and ran behind the pile of lumber.\par \tab The train whistle was close. Damn close.\par \tab From her new position she saw what looked like a building of some sort across the tracks from her at a 45-degree angle. It was difficult to get much information from; Mandy would have to leave the lumber pile and cross the tracks to get more.\par \tab Thinking it over, drawing in her breath and then letting it out she scurried across the tracks and snugged herself up against the side of the shrubs and \ldblquote sneaked\rdblquote her way along to the building.\par \tab It was gray lumber, very-very well weathered. A building presumably not unlike a house. It set back from the tracks 20-25 feet. Old style architecture not unlike the style of buildings of the late 1800s. There were no windows--well, there WERE, just no glass. The glass had long since been broken by various varmints. Presumably. \par \tab The front door was off its hinges, the screen door was thrashed and lay on the rotting porch. Grass and wild weeds grew up all around the foundation. Metal pieces of ancient unknown tools and implements lay scattered about the front porch. Mandy tried to peer into the building without actually stepping onto the questionable porch.\par \tab A whicker chair was askew on the right of the porch, a simple wooden chair on the right. A large \ldblquote spool\rdblquote table was on the porch, too. Planters of wood and clay were broken in pieces all about, along with a metal spring mattress.\page\tab Mandy gulped and tried to get a grip of herself, did she really want to go INSIDE the building? A mild case of the heebie-jeebies seethed throughout her. She COULD see thru one of the front open windows to the back end. There was an open backdoor that opened right into the backdrop of the lush shrub-forest.\par \tab She shook her head at the last and stepped away from the creepy building. She backed all the way to the tracks. Another building she could see on the opposite side of the tracks, at another angle and set back aways from the tracks. This building was smaller and nearly concealed by overgrowth of the sapling trees.\par \tab There was no need in even GOING to inspect that building. Mandy moved on. \par \tab There was a water tower, green water dripped thru thickly amassed moss and algae all along the piping pipework. There was a small building nearby, no windows or doors, well weathered, and had definitely seen better times. Definitely.\par \tab There was a \ldblquote spur\rdblquote that led off from the mainline. A hand-operated push cart was on the tracks of the spur, its wheels rusted to the tracks. A small loading dock platform was there, too; boxes, crates, and sacks virtually petrified in place. The strong scent of mustiness filled the air about. Mandy continued her trek on the mainline.\par \par \tab A change of scenery, it was sudden and it was \ldblquote just there.\rdblquote The woods seemed to have changed, too; more openness, less shrubs and bushes and more trees--mostly and mainly tall skinny slender pines. They still formed something of a canopy blotting out the possible sky above. It was cool(er) inside the new area, and there were buildings--it was like a village or something.\par \tab The buildings were scattered all about in various sizes, including 2-3 story ones. And they were brown. Really-really brown. A strange kind of brown, and it wasn\rquote t so much as a mustiness that hung lifeless in the air, something else. There was a mix of creosote and then something else.\par \tab Mandy didn\rquote t know--didn\rquote t care.\par \tab Most of the \ldblquote village\rdblquote lay off on a slight angle from the mainline with a few other buildings scattered on the left and up a small hill. No one was about. \par \tab Down the slope to the small village where the buildings were generously set apart from one another, and the ground virtually swept clean of grass or pine needles, Mandy saw a well.\page\tab She figured there probably wouldn\rquote t be any water, but there was one of those old fashioned hand operated water pumps with a decaying bucket on the spout. \par \tab Slowly-slowly she made her way down. The slope to the village seemed even more so as she went. Deceptive. She paused when finally coming level. It was a little spooky. Just a little.\par \tab\ldblquote Anyone here?\rdblquote she asked aloud. Even the sound of her own voice nearly spooked her. She wrinkled her nose, sucked in her courage and proceeded.\par \tab It took all of her strength to move the pump handle. That was just in the UP position. Even more strength was required to get to go back down. If she weren\rquote t so thirsty she would have said \ldblquote Fuck it!\rdblquote and moved on.\par \tab She broke out into a serious sweat, it seemed as if though the handle was seriously-seriously rusted up. It gave her one of those \ldblquote power\rdblquote headaches and she needed a rest break. \par \tab She took her break by resting and then sliding down a small boulder nearly concealed by ferns. Something by her hand jarred loose something that rolled to her foot.\par \tab A jar.\par \tab A small quart jar.\par \tab It had water in it!\par \tab Mandy sighed and began to open it then noted the note attached to the rustic lid. It was scrawled writing and damn difficult to read--but basically she gathered the words: for priming pump.\par \tab For priming pump.\par \tab She had to sit and think and try to finger out what that meant.\par \tab The jar was filled halfway with water. The thirst within her was demanding. A strawberry shake, though, would be better. With a double cheeseburger, crispy curly fries and onion rings!\par \tab She couldn\rquote t believe she was pouring the water in the jar into an old rusty iron pump. She pumped madly and couldn\rquote t rightly remember where or how she knew to do such a thing, priming the pump. Something useless in school she surmised. Well, maybe it wasn\rquote t so useless after all.\par \tab Surprisingly the pump began to work better.\par \tab It was STILL a hell of a lot of work and she had to switch hands often. But then, suddenly--she heard a strange sound from the pump and then there was a sputter from the spout. Mandy closed her eyes and poured the rest of the jar\rquote s contents in and pumped vigorously.\page\tab Dirty brown water with bits of rust color splashed out onto the spout, followed by a gusher of pure clean water. It filled the bucket hanging at the end of the spout, but the bucket was rotted and the water splashed out the bottom. Mandy stared and stared. She stopped pumping--and the water stopped flowing.\par \tab After rinsing out the jar she filled it and quenched her thirst.\par \tab The water. The water was the most fantastic thing she had ever tasted! It was so pure, clean, fresh! She drank her fill and then some and sat down, removing her clothes. It wasn\rquote t going to be easy but she was going to give herself a little bath.\par \par \tab An owl hooted. A strange hooted, kind of a holler and then a warble.\par \tab Mandy couldn\rquote t tell exactly WHERE the bird was, but close and not way high up as she would think. Suddenly the air was filled with a pungent odor. It was sickening and repulsed her. Mandy\rquote s eyes were stung with the odor, it was almost like rancid.\par \tab The water helped. She rinsed her eyes in the refreshing-quenching water and then\'85\par \tab The train whistle.\par \tab It was close.\par \tab Not close-er, but close.\par \tab The ground shook with a rumbling. It seemed as if though Mandy was in the Old West at one of those old train stations--with one of those Old West steam locomotives chugging into station. All the sounds were there, the chuffing--steam release, the huffing and puffing, and the lud voracious whistling.\par \tab And it was close.\par \tab Looking up the slight slope to where the tracks lay there was something just barely there. It was back to the area down the tracks Mandy was heading (before her thirsty detour.) Her first thought was to run--away, really-really far. Thru the woods and wherever--anywhere but the tracks.\par \tab Slowly-slowly-slowly--step by step Mandy ascended the slight slope.\par \tab She had to avert her eyes from locked on on the hulking dark mass of choo-choo to her steps lest she slip and fall. When reaching the upper crest of the hill, and looking down the tracks to which she had initially been heading--there was nothing.\par \tab The sounds had ceased, too.\par \tab The odor lingered a moment or so--and then was gone.\par \tab\ldblquote This is fucked up.\rdblquote Mandy stated.\par \tab For awhile she stood in the middle of the tracks. The light scent of creosote returned. Nothing else. \ldblquote This is really-really fucked up.\rdblquote pissed off a bit, she kicked some stones and began (defiantly again) making her way along.\par \par My Scared Shitless InnerSelf\par \tab Emptying her mind of all thought, of all useless shit from her past, her friends and family, those at the Cabin, all those she had encountered since LEAVING said cabin, recent events, and all thoughts of whimsy.\par \tab It wasn\rquote t easy.\par \tab She filled her mind with songs, poems, (poems she couldn\rquote t recite in Ms. Henderson\rquote s 5\super th\nosupersub Period English class), and the scenery that she passed thru. She guessed (surmised) that it was the being alone that was the pisser of it all. She assumed therefore that it WAS some sort of punishment--if indeed she had died somehow and though did not quite warrant a stay in Hell, was not quite good enough to get entry into Heaven. So she was in some other place in between. Alone.\par \tab Really-really alone.\par \tab The trek thru whatever/wherever wouldn\rquote t be so bad--if she were with someone else, even Kristy! (whom she didn\rquote t like.) Even a dog, maybe a bird, anything, anyone! The loneliness was getting to become a bitch.\par \par To Be Alone\par Leave me alone on a sandy beach\par So I can listen to the waves lap lightly on the shore\par Then without a word move back into the sea to come again\par Leave me to it on a rock surrounded by the sea\par And hear the wave crash on the stone wall around me\par The bright moon dance on the shimmering glass-like surface\par Like a thousand mirrors shinning in the sun\par A gull calls out overhead and breaks the silence in my mind\par We are as one in nature\par As the gull turns back seaward the lazy methodic clap of its wings\par Pierces the night air then suddenly heads downward\par It breeches the surface and hurries off quickly with its prize\par The ripples formed move towards me\par As each succeeding circle reaches out\par The placid moonlight is bounced into my eyes\par I am not lonely--I am alone\par \tab There were other poems she hated just as much, poems of literature and other claptrap. For some reason unknown to her she had constructed a poem of loneliness. She had friends, family, a social life--she was not lonely. Not really. Although--she guessed she had to admit there were times when all was not well. \par \tab She didn\rquote t like dwelling on it. Her friends were fake, she didn\rquote t really like-like them, and the feeling was mutual in reverse. They clung together in some odd relationship as a social order. The same went for her family. She felt at times that she was adopted--she didn\rquote t really blend in with her parents, always bickering or some bullshit. Very seldom did they get along.\par \tab Before her a trestle came to be.\par \tab A large opening on each side, the trestle crossed over a river.\par \tab It looked deep. Deep and cold and swift.\par \tab Mandy had reservations. Big time. No way was she crossing over.\par \tab It wasn\rquote t too particularly WIDE per se, 200 feet at most. Thick-thick foliage on each side, no bank could be see, the river was right there. From the right the river bent in the channel, to the left it seemed to go into some sort of canyon and disappear.\par \tab Mandy paused at the trestle. There were the rails, the timbers, and that neat empty space between the timbers. Mandy got a major case of fright, peering down thru the timbers to the rushing water below. Not good, no--not good at all.\par \par \tab There wasn\rquote t much space on the sides, there did seem to be a walkway and then a cut out that extended outward from the tracks/trestle over the water. One on each side, staggered.\par \tab She paused awhile, yawned and wondered her fate back at the little village. She had found water, was there, too; the hope of any food? \par \tab Sudden rumble frightened her--startled her. Her heart began to pound and the air was heavily filled with stench--sulfur-like stench!\par \tab That wasn\rquote t good, either.\par \tab Mandy bolted. She was no longer really in control of herself and bolting madly back the way she came as subconscious instinct. She fell once, twice, three times. On her climb back up there came a steady rumble from the ground. A train whistle blasted and a chuffing there came to be. It was close. Too close. Damn close.\par \tab Wildly Mandy looked up and down the tracks.\par \tab And there it was--coming across the trestle she had fled.\page\tab It was enormous. Huge. Black. Billowing smoke puffed from its stack. It was like rolling thunder and was chugging quickly. Mandy screamed and dashed madly onward\'85\par \tab\'85tumbling down the slope into the rustic village.\par \par \tab Many hurtie-owies racked her body. Her bare ankles, shins, wrists and elbows wore the brunt of the hurts. Her knees and chest, back and shoulder, chin, and side of her head took secondary hurts.\par \tab She sat up to get her bearings.\par \tab The rumbling was gone.\par \tab The unpleasant sulfur odor was gone.\par \tab No whistling or chugging-chuffing sounds, either.\par \tab She sighed deeply and stood her ground for a long while.\par \tab Again, slowly-slowly-slowly she climbed up the slight hill.\par \tab Just passed the trestle sat the train.\par \tab It wasn\rquote t moving.\par \tab Its huge light stared menacingly at her.\par \tab A little puff and huff it made, but nothing more. Steam jetted out of its various orifices. It was a huge one, five hundred tons or so, a huge boiler with sand and steam domes alternating down the top of the boiler from the stack to the cab.\par \tab Mandy eased slowly to the settling rocks of the tracks--and waited.\par \tab The train huffed and puffed, but remained still--non-moving.\par \tab She took a step forward.\par \tab A sudden overwhelming of fear griped her.\par \tab Her first instinct was to run (again).\par \tab She stood still and moved to the center of the tracks.\par \tab There was movement. Not the train itself but a form, a person!\par \tab It wasn\rquote t clear but it was as if the \ldblquote form\rdblquote had moved from the dense foliage along the sides of the tracks to (onto) the train. The engineer off to take a piss? \par \tab Suddenly there was a chuffing increase.\par \tab Then a blast of the whistle.\par \tab Mandy was frozen in fear. \par \tab She stared ahead at the light.\par \tab\ldblquote Oh my God!\rdblquote she said. The light was moving to her. She couldn\rquote t move. \ldblquote Oh shit!\rdblquote she said. \ldblquote Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!!!\rdblquote\par \tab Her mouth was suddenly dry and there was a burning in her stomach.\par \tab Not good--not good at all. The train began to move.\par \pard\kerning0\f1\fs20\par }