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The Innocent Fugitives
a Novel by Varkel
Copyright (C) 2001, Varkel



Chapter 6:  New Companions



"Pardon me, ma'am.  Could you ring this up?"

The stocky woman behind the counter, who had been aligning the 
edges of the videocassettes on the bookshelves, turned around to 
regard the man gravely, though her eyes were twinkling.

"Good evening, lieutenant.  Found what you want?"  She was Ruth 
Taylor, police dispatcher, the person who made certain every 
morning that he had fresh coffee on his desk.  She chuckled at his 
wide eyes.  "I get the impression I'm the last person on earth you 
expected to see here."

He glanced quickly around; they were alone.  "Ruth, do you _work_ 
here?"

"More than that.  I own the joint."

"_You_ own an adult toy store?"

She shrugged.  "It's not exactly prohibited by the code.  When my 
uncle got killed, I turned out to be his only kin, and I couldn't 
find anybody who'd buy the place."  She waved her hand around.  
"Here was all this stock.  So I just reopened the store, employed 
a retired tart to look after it in the afternoon, and I've been 
doing business for three years.  It even makes a little profit."  
She grinned.  "And sometimes the most interesting people come in 
here."

"Like who?"

She looked pointedly at the boxed vibrator he had laid on the 
counter.  "Well, like a certain police lieutenant who nobody even 
thought had a girlfriend."

"It's for my mother," he announced deadpan.

Her eyes widened and she sniffed.  "Wow.  You do that so well!"

"What?"

"Say the most preposterous things without blinking an eye."

He chuckled.  "All right.  How much do I owe you?"

She rang it up at the register, took his money and slipped the box 
into a long paper bag.  He held the bag up to examine it.

"Unusual."

"I first saw them in a liquor store.  Half of what we sell here 
needs them.

"I suppose so.  How late are you open?"

"Till nine."

"You're not alone here, are you, Ruth?"

She stared at him.  "You think it's dangerous?"

"I _know_ it's dangerous!"

She shrugged.  "I've been robbed a few times.  But none of that's 
worth much and there's never much cash in the register."

"I was thinking of _your_ safety."

"Thank you."  She sniffed.  "Look at me, lieutenant, and tell me 
what anybody is likely to want."  She smiled gamely.  "But if 
anybody tries to get anything from me, what they'll get is 
surprised."

"You took the self-defense courses?"

"I certainly did."

"As to that, Ruth, I can tell you of a man who could want a lot 
from you."

Her eyes widened slightly.  "You can?"

He glanced at his wristwatch.  "You close in another ten minutes.  
Let's go for a drink."

She took a deep breath.  "Lieutenant, are you inviting me out for 
a drink?"

He stared into her eyes.  "At least a drink."

She returned his stare.  After a moment she licked her lips, 
flipped a switch on the cash register and declared, "The Unzipper 
is closed."

He grinned.  "You sure?  What if somebody comes in to buy all your 
Marilyn Chambers tapes?"

"Huh!  She's old hat.  Now the hottie is Booboo Creamer."

She grabbed her purse, turned out the lights, set the lock and 
pulled the front door closed behind them.  She turned her face up 
in the light from the distant corner and suggested, "Let's have 
that drink at my place."

"Your shift starts at midnight, doesn't it?"

"So that leaves me two hours."

"Hmm.  Don't you live with your sister?"

She laughed.  "You don't read our files very often, do you?  She 
got married last year and left me on my own.  If you come to my 
place tonight, you could strangle me and no one would know."

"Now, Ruth!  Then who would bring me my coffee in the morning?"

She giggled.  "Just don't strangle me permanently."

"I seldom do.  All right.  I'll follow you in my car.  Where are 
you parked?"

"See that big No Parking sign?  The city wants to make it tough 
for my customers.  And me.  I'm two blocks thataway."

"_Very_ dangerous, Ruth!  Come on to my car and I'll drop you at 
yours."

"Lead on, sir."

They set out up the sidewalk past other closed storefronts.  The 
street was now almost empty of people.

"You said something in there, Ruth, that I'd like to hear more 
about.  What else have you found preposterous about me?"

"Now, lieutenant --"

"Call me John."

She shook her head.  "I'll try.  I've called you lieutenant every 
weekday, and more, for three years.  This evening is off to such a 
good start, if you don't mind, let's not talk about anything 
preposterous.  I'm sorry I said that."

"Ruth, do you think I'm so thin skinned as that?  Tell me."

She shrugged.  "Remember, you asked for it."

"Go ahead."

"That locked-room case."

"What about it?"

"You've put an APB out on the surviving spouses.  But you know 
they didn't do it.  At least they didn't do it alone."

"How do I know that, Ruth?"

"Because of the two 911 calls.  It's just not logical that one of 
them might call.  They aren't the egotistical kind who would want 
to play such games.  They look bewildered by what's happened."

"An act."

"You think so?  I don't.  I was behind the mirror at their last 
interrogation.  But that's not the half of it.  The call that 
turned in the drugs on the woman.  That was a man's voice."

"Thought you said it was a bitchy female."

"I've listened to it several times since.  It's a man disguising 
his voice.  What's the word?  Falsetto.  Speaking in a falsetto 
voice, probably with a handkerchief over the mouthpiece."

"Paul Lanning, perhaps?"

"Huh!  He's the one who ran away with her."  She looked 
triumphantly up at him, but he only smiled.

"Have you thought, Ruth, that he squealed just for that reason?"

"Huh?"

"A couple officers overheard them quarreling in front of the 
police headquarters.  I think you're right.  It probably _was_ a 
man who squealed:  Paul Lanning, giving her a good reason to run 
away with him."

"Oh."

He smiled.  "What else have I said that was preposterous?"

"That a man might want me.  None ever has."

"Probably because none ever got to know you, Ruth.  Here's my car.  
Let's go to your place and see what we can do about that."


*  *  *


In the morning Paul awoke with his body cupped to Jenny, who 
remained asleep on the narrow twin bed. The other one across from 
him was in disarray but empty.  Perhaps the girl was gone, he 
hoped.  A bizarre dream, for the moment still fresh in his mind, 
puzzled him.  In it Bobbie had erected a small ballistic missile 
in Cleveland's Slavic Village neighborhood and set it off to some 
unknown target.  The only clue as to its meaning was the missile, 
which had the shape and coloration of a huge penis with fins.  He 
shook his head.  Jenny stirred.

"What time is it?" she asked in a groggy voice and turned over to 
face her lover.

Her breath was morning sour, which did not deter Paul, who pulled 
the woman to him and kissed her fervently.  They rolled into close 
embrace.  His penis magically found and penetrated her warm 
tightness without any manual assistance.

"Oh, Paul!" she gasped, and their pleasure soon peaked.  It was a 
fine beginning for a morning that otherwise seemed bleak and 
drizzly.

They heard Bobbie's voice from the doorway.  "Can I be next?"

As before the girl was clad in jeans and a flannel shirt; she had 
no other clothes.  She is just a kid, Paul thought as he looked at 
her boyish appearance.  He had no sexual interest in her, no 
interest at all, and the memory of fucking her the previous night 
left a taste in his mouth worse than morning halitosis.

"No, Bobbie, we're not doing it again," he said, trying with some 
difficulty not to sound stern.  He did like the girl in a curious, 
inexplicable way and wished not to offend her.

"No, sweetie," Jenny added, rising up on an elbow.  "We're old 
enough to be your parents.  What happened last night was just, uh, 
an accident."

Bobbie's expression suddenly grew fearful and contrite; she was 
desperate to remain with the couple.

"I won't ask again, I promise," she blurted out nervously and 
resisted approaching the bed, where, in fact, she desired to 
snuggle with her two naked friends.

"I found a couple of people sleeping in a tent out in the woods," 
she added brightly, hoping to engage their interest.  "They have 
motorcycles."

"Who are they?" Jenny asked casually after a yawn which brought a 
hand to her mouth.  "Did you speak with them?"

"Oh, sure.  I think they're running away, too, like you."

"What did you say to them?  Paul demanded harshly, sitting up in 
the bed.

Bobbie avoided his glaring eyes and almost whispered, "I told them 
you were afraid of the police."

"Shee-it!" Paul exploded and jumped from the bed.

Bobbie stepped back apprehensively, but the man was only concerned 
with pulling his clothes on in a hurry.

"Come, show me where these people are," he demanded, hopping on 
one leg as he stuffed the other foot into his pants.

"I'm sorry, Paul," Bobbie said on the verge of tears.  "I didn't 
mean to cause trouble."

"Let's check this out, Bobbie," he replied softly and pulled the 
girl to him with one arm for a quick hug.

She relished the embrace and wanted more but broke away and ran 
ahead up the trail into the woods.  She soon stopped to await 
Paul, who trotted up to her.

"They're off the trail behind some bushes like they're hiding," 
she announced enthusiastically.  "I found them when I was chasing 
a raccoon."

She ran ahead again in youthful exuberance, looking occasionally 
over her shoulder to gage Paul's progress.  The man watched her 
carefree rush forward through the alley of tall pines.  I actually 
fucked that child, he reminded himself, though no longer with 
regret.  She was very pretty from behind: the shape of her, the 
short cropped golden hair, the stature that would soon be adult.

"Hello again," a man's voice resonated from around a bend in the 
path where Bobbie had disappeared from Paul's view.

The man was in his twenties and held himself with a certain grace, 
Paul noticed when he rounded the bend.

"Ah!" the stranger exclaimed as Paul came into view.  "You must be 
one of Bobbie's friends."

"Yes, yes," the newcomer stammered.  "I'm Paul."

"I'm very pleased to meet you, Paul," the man announced 
cheerfully, extending his hand in a friendly manner.  "My name is 
Todd, and that lovely creature who is approaching is my wife 
Sandra."

A slightly dumpy woman pushed through the bushes toward them.  
Though seeming about thirty years old, her face, bereft of any 
cosmetics, betrayed a hardness, and her sullen eyes stared down 
Paul's.

"What's your name?" she asked brusquely, not having heard her 
husband's introduction.

"It's Paul," he replied slowly, intimidated by the woman's 
severity.

Both she and her husband were clad in jeans and long sleeve 
shirts.  Todd also sported a simple vest and an enormous belt 
buckle.  His face was open and friendly, whereas hers was stern 
and suspicious.

"Well, Paul, here you find us, camping out," she remarked.  "Is 
that so unusual?"

"I've camped out before, many times," Paul said cautiously, 
realizing that there was more to the story.

"Yes, perhaps as a boy scout."  The woman added bluntly, "But 
we're evading the law, as I understand you are."

"Ease up, sweetie," Todd admonished his spouse gently.  "I'm sure 
we can do business with Paul and his lovely daughter."

The man spoke with an educated accent, Standard American, but 
crisp and measured.

"Paul's not my daddy," Bobbie interrupted brightly, but that news 
was lost, when Jenny suddenly appeared.

Paul noticed that Sandra's eyes opened wide at the sight of his 
lover.

"And who are you?" the woman inquired sweetly, her eyes sweeping 
the newcomer from head to feet.

"I'm Jenny, Paul's friend," Jenny replied nervously into the 
intent gaze of the younger woman.

"She's my friend too," Bobbie insisted in her childish voice, but 
no one took any notice of the girl.  Sandra's eyes were fixed upon 
Jenny, staring the latter into confusion.  Paul saw Todd's knowing 
glance.

"I truly appreciate slightly older women," Sandra announced 
confidently as though she had already bagged her game.

"Yes, of course.  Sandra is always playful," Todd interjected.  
"But, Paul, I think we might have some business to discuss."

"Business?  What sort of business?" Paul asked warily.

"As I understand it, friend," Todd began, putting an arm around 
Paul's shoulders in unwelcome familiarity, "we're all running from 
the law.  You're able to stay in that motel room, but we're so hot 
that we have to camp out."

"Our car broke down," Paul replied lamely.

"Yes, of course," Todd retorted with a smirk, "but if you can stay 
in a motel, at least you're not running from a murder or anything 
horrendous."

Paul's face blanched and Todd noticed it immediately.

"Well then, perhaps you do have some serious trouble, just like 
Sandra and me.  To tell you the truth, Paul, we can't move from 
these woods.  We've outrun the pigs on our hogs, but now the feds 
are looking for our Harleys.  Perhaps we could collaborate."

"Our problem is murder, Todd, which we didn't do.  What's yours?" 
Paul responded, throwing caution to the wind.

"Well, Sandra and I are running a hundred kilos of the finest 
Marigold Jane seed to Youngstown.  Perhaps we could assist each 
other."

"Whose seed?"

"Oregon pot, Paul.  Genetically modified.  Everyone knows it's the 
best stuff in the world."  He grinned.  "It's worth a lot more in 
Youngstown than in Oregon."

Paul nodded slowly, then shook his head.  "You want to ride with 
us?  We already have enough problems."

"Paul, friend.  I'll give you money and get new IDs for you and 
your family.  We're only hours from our destination.  And I must 
say, I don't enjoy sleeping in a pup tent."

Paul suddenly felt a great release.  New IDs!

"Perhaps we could arrange something, Todd.  What sort of money are 
you talking about?"

"It depends.  Are you greedy or desperate?"  Todd grinned.

"I have money, so I suppose I'm desperate.

"I'll give you money in any case, friend.  But let's figure a way 
out of here first."

"My car's in the garage getting fixed.  I suppose we could just 
pile into it when it's ready and drive away."

"Ya, well, that fine.  But I can't leave my hogs in the woods.   
The cops will find them behind this motel and then they'll know 
the last place I was.  Besides, I love my bike!  We have to take 
the bikes with us."

"How?" Paul asked, diffident of the younger man with his resolute 
air.

"We need a trailer, a U-Haul type.  I'll leave it up to you."

Paul turned from the young man and saw Jenny hugging with Sandra 
as they stood upright in the middle of the path.  Bobbie pressed 
to them trying to encircle both bodies with her short arms.

"What are they up to?" Paul asked stupidly.

"Sandra is a part time dyke.  How about your woman?"

"No kidding!"  Paul thought it over and shook his head.  "She's 
really not into that sort of thing, although I think she's 
curious.  If Sandra doesn't push her, she might be willing to 
experiment."

"Sandra's a master at coaxing reluctant woman," Todd replied with 
a hint of distaste.  "She could even seduce that little girl of 
yours."

Paul snorted.  "It wouldn't take much seduction for that one by 
either a guy or a girl.  The kid's a nympho."

"She's just a child," Todd mused, his hand on his chin.  "She's 
definitely pretty and is of a certain size, not quite grown, but 
she lacks any sexual attraction, except, perhaps, for a pervert."

A deep flush appeared on Paul's face.

Todd added, "Not, of course, that you're a pervert."

"She came on to us last night," Paul blurted out.  "She came to 
our bed naked and begged for it."

"Yes, I see." Todd remarked with scarcely concealed disdain.  "But 
you know, Paul, children are often quirky, especially at that age.  
What they really need is a bit of cuddling, some reassurance that 
they're loved.  I have five younger sisters.  I know what I'm 
talking about."

The man was right, of course, Paul thought, but he refused to be 
seen as a pedophile.

"The girl is very experienced.  She's been fucking for a year and 
more, and she's become addicted to the feel of it.  What does one 
do with a girl like that?  You can't put the genie back into the 
bottle.  Jenny and I met her only yesterday, and what happened 
last night was not our doing; at least we didn't plan it.  We're 
going to send her back home.  She lives only three miles from 
here."

"You're protesting too much, friend," Todd remarked with a smirk.  
"The fact is you were able to get it up for her.  I couldn't do 
that.  The child doesn't even have tits."

Paul was becoming bitterly angry at the younger man's superior 
moral posture.  He explained further with some heat, "Afterwards 
Jenny ran hysterically into the woods, naked, and I felt like I 
had eaten a turd.  But the girl, that demon girl, fell sweetly to 
sleep."

"Don't get upset, Paul.  I wasn't being judgmental.  If she gets a 
chance, Sandra will play sex games with the girl and I'll have to 
accept it.  But for me personally I could not be aroused by a 
titless child."

Paul felt the man still viewed him as some species of worm.

"As for sending her home, Paul, I don't think that would be a good 
idea, at least not yet.  She would certainly talk.  I really want 
to make my delivery and get back to Oregon.  Perhaps in a few 
days, after we do our business you can send her back here."

A childish squeal broke through the morning mist.  The two men 
turned and saw Sandra holding Bobbie in a hug as she tickled her.  
Jenny viewed the sport with a happy expression on her pretty face.

"If I'm not mistaken Sandra is about to ask us guys to go visit 
hardware stores," Todd remarked with a look of resignation.

He had hardly spoken before Sandra called over to them, "Hey, you 
two!  Why don't you go exploring or something?"

"See what I mean?  I know that woman."


* * *


The two men meandered along the commercial sprawl of the highway 
looking at this or that, sometimes peering into shop windows.  
Almost all the businesses were closed for Sunday morning.  The 
Sunoco station must have been owned by a Christer, because it was 
also shut while a sign in the window announced, "Join me in 
church."

"Hey, Paul.  Look at this," Todd called, gesturing toward the rear 
of the station.

The Sunoco station obviously had a U-Haul franchise, because its 
rear lot was filled with the familiar trucks and trailers.

"Look at that one," the younger man exclaimed, nodding his head at 
an enclosed trailer whose battered condition suggested that it had 
flipped over.  "I bet we could buy this wreck cheap."  He crawled 
under the thing to inspect wheels and axles.

"It'll do us fine, Paul," he announced upon emergence.  "It's not 
really damaged except for the top.  Come back here tomorrow and 
buy it, because I don't really want to rent one."

"Ya, I know.  You need a credit card for that."

"I don't have credit cards, Paul.  They can be traced so easily."

The two men continued their walk down the highway and eventually 
arrived at a Bob's Big Boy where they stopped for lunch.  They 
soon settled at a table with their food.

"Where do you live in Oregon," Paul asked after swallowing a bite 
of hamburger.

Todd's eyes grew large and his face relaxed in a way that made him 
look much younger.  He explained almost blissfully, "We're up in 
the mountains on seventy acres.  The nearest store is forty miles 
away.  Everyone up there grows weed in the national forest and the 
state cops don't bother us, although the DEA pricks sometimes come 
in and rip up the crop.  I have a fine house, a ranch just like in 
the suburbs.  It's new and Sandra insists that it stay clean and 
orderly.  We get our electricity from solar panels."

Todd looked at Paul intently, proud of that last revelation.  
"We're one with nature, man, and it's beautiful."

"It sounds like a dream, Todd.  Could you use a nurse up there?  
Jenny's a nurse."

The younger man smiled grandly and hunched forward over the table.  
"You could write your own ticket, Paul.  There's a lot of old 
folk, former hippies, who would pay well for basic medical care."

Paul sighed.  "I have to do something, Todd.  There's this weird 
cop back home who insists on pining a murder on Jenny and me.  
We're just not in his league.  I'm certain he has set us up, but I 
don't know why.  I don't know what to do.  I suppose I'm not very 
swift."

"Well, Paul, I hope you're swift enough to get your ass out to 
Oregon after we finish our business.  I'll guide you.  I'll clear 
a path for you."


* * *


The room was stuffy and redolent of what Paul assumed was recent 
sexual activity.  The three females lay sprawled on the two beds, 
naked, Sandra cupped to the girl.  Jenny was barely awake.  Her 
eyes fluttered open, and when she saw Todd standing near, she 
casually pulled the sheet over her body.

"Well, I see you girls have been attending to your Sunday 
services," Todd smirked.

The sound of his voice roused Sandra and then Bobbie, who rolled 
from the bed and stood up.

Todd looked at the naked girl with some appreciation.

"You are a pretty one, I must admit, but you don't have any tits."

"Look at her, Todd.  She's exquisite!" Sandra declared in the 
manner of a connoisseur.  "Have you ever seen limbs fresher than 
those?  She'll have titties in a few months and hair by next 
Spring."

"Why are you trying to sell her, woman?" Todd asked suspiciously.

"Because she's coming with us back to Oregon along with Jenny and 
Paul.  We've decided it."

"Have you?" Todd retorted stiffly.

His tone suggested the beginning of a family quarrel that Paul 
wished to avoid.  He reclined on the bed next to Jenny, buried his 
face in her neck and gently grasped a soft tit.

"I don't want to be any trouble," Bobbie whined plaintively 
standing naked in the middle of the room.

"Now you've got the child upset," Sandra complained.  "Give the 
girl a hug and tell her you want her to live with us."

"Is this an ultimatum?" Todd barked.

"Consider it a forceful request, big man.  I've told them about 
your cock, and the two ladies suddenly decided to join us."

"Is it really that large?" Bobbie asked in childish incredulity.

"Paul," Todd groaned.  "This is the down side of my paradise.  I'm 
hen pecked to hell."

"Give her a hug, Todd; give her a kiss."  Sandra was adamant.

Bobbie did not wait for the man to obey.  She stepped to him and 
leaned against his body, her face in his chest.

"I'll have titties soon, Todd," she sighed and encircled his waist 
with her lovely arms.


* * *


"Do you want to move to Oregon?" Paul asked Jenny as they walked 
alone through the damp woods behind the motel later that 
afternoon.  He added, "It seems reasonable.  I could find 
something to do and you would be in great demand as a nurse up in 
the mountains."

"Yes, sweetie," the woman replied, taking his hand in hers.  "But 
I don't want to live very near Sandra.  She's a control freak.  I 
don't know how Todd puts up with her.  I certainly won't."

"You seemed to get along this morning in the room, the three of 
you naked."

"Well that was fun, really fun.  I think I found a potential in me 
for being a lesbian, at least some of the time.  But Sandra was 
actually more interested in Bobbie than me, although we took our 
turn.  You can't imagine the way the woman adored that kid with 
her mouth and body.

"What did she do exactly?"

"It's a girl thing, Paul, but I can tell you that Sandra is not a 
bit concerned that Bobbie is just twelve years old, the way you 
two guys are.  We're fortunate she'll take the girl off our 
hands."

"Do you think that's right, Jenny?  We don't know these people.  I 
feel somehow responsible for the child."

"Paul, one of your most endearing qualities is that you're a genuine 
pussy.  You want to save every fallen bird.  Bobbie's a wild child, 
afraid of nothing, eager for everything.  She's never learned any sense 
of proportion and is totally reckless. I'll be very glad when she goes 
off with the two of them in a few days, then you can stop fantasizing 
about her and turn your attention to me."

"I don't fantasize about the kid!"

"Paul, I'm not going to argue with you about this.  I just want to 
get out of here and find a new direction, a new foundation.  I 
want to settle down with you, perhaps in Oregon, and then you can 
give me a baby."

"Do you want to live up in the mountains with those pot heads?"

"Sure, why not?  It might be interesting.  I have no desire to be 
a suburban mom, but I certainly don't want to live too close to 
Sandra."

"Didn't she please you?" Paul asked, slyly giving his lover's hand 
a squeeze.

Jenny did not respond to the taunt, except to pose a surprising 
question of her own.  "Paul, do you think a guy can have a cock 
over nine inches long?"

"It's statistically possible, but it would be very unusual."

"Sandra said that Todd had one that size and that it was as thick 
as a knockwurst."

"Jenny, you know that I'm rather impaired in that regard.  Are you 
trying to piss me off?"

"No, no darling.  You fit me fine.  I was just thinking about it 
as a curiosity.  Do you think it could fit into Bobbie?"

"How would I know?"  Paul was beginning to seethe.

"Well, you've fucked her once.  Is she big enough?"

"I did a Speedy Gonzalez on her, damn it!  It didn't last more 
than two minutes.  What you really want to know is whether it 
would fit into you."

"That too," Jenny replied and looked up shyly at her lover.

"Well, then do it!" Paul shouted into the trees.

"You don't want me to, do you?"

"No!"

"If you let me go with Todd once or twice, I won't mind if you 
fuck Bobbie.  The two of them will be gone soon, you know."

"Jenny, you're the only one I want.  Speaking of that, their tent 
is over there behind those bushes.  Let's do it on an air 
mattress."

"Is that a yes?" Jenny asked as they pushed through the 
underbrush.

"Sure, Jenny.  Try out his magnificent schlong, but don't you 
afterwards complain about my deficiency."

"I would never do that, Paul.  The quality of a guy is much more 
than the size of his cock.  I'm just curious."

The air mattress was a most satisfactory cushion.  "I don't know 
what Todd is complaining about," Paul noted when the woman wrapped 
her legs around his hips.

"It's not the comfort," was Jenny's opinion.  "It's the exposure.  
I have to take _my_ jeans completely off!"

"No one can see you."

"Huh!  You can't lock a tent."

Despite that she was soon at orgasm, denoted by gripping 
sphincters, shudders and a flushed face.  He continued slow, deep 
thrusts even after she had calmed somewhat.

"What's the matter, Paul?"

"I keep thinking of his fat cock in here.  It must be half again 
bigger than mine."

She giggled.  "Are you afraid yours won't fit any more?"  Her 
shivering resumed as her hips rotated to match his thrusts.

"No, not really.  Beth bragged of big ones, too.  I guess I'm 
afraid you won't care much for what I've got once you've felt 
Todd's."

"Nonsense, Paul!  Oh!  Oh, god!"  Her body went briefly rigid, 
though he continued thrusting.  She smiled dreamily and asked 
through her panting breath, "Didn't you say you fucked her just 
before she went off to get killed?"

"Y-yes."

"Was it rape?"

"_No!_  You know how I feel about rape."

"Then there you are."

"What do you mean?"

"Women don't love men for their size, Paul, or hate them for it, 
either."

"Hmm."  He thought about her words.  The pace of his thrusts 
increased.  Soprano and baritone mixed as they climaxed together.

Later, as they came arm-in-arm out of the tent, she admitted with 
a quick laugh, "But we are curious about it."


* * *


"Will you show it to me," Bobbie asked eagerly and squirmed 
against Todd as they sat on the edge of the bed.

Paul and Jenny were out in the woods and Sandra had gone to get 
some milk at the Seven/Eleven.  The man had lied when he claimed 
that titless young flesh did not arouse him.  He found himself 
alone in the room with the beautiful creature.  She was clad just 
in her underpants, sitting close to him, eager, available.  Her 
lithe body was a work of art, and the absence of tits lent it an 
aura of naughtiness.  Todd placed his hand on the girl's thigh and 
was astounded by its incredible softness.  Bobbie spread her legs 
in invitation and looked slyly into the man's face, knowing that 
she had made a conquest.

"Is it as big as Sandra said?"

"Yes, Sandra knows the size of it," Todd replied and stood up.

He undressed in front of the girl, whose breathing became 
increasingly excited.  Soon only his undershorts remained.

"Pull them down if you want to see it," he suggested coyly.

Bobbie did not hesitate.  She gasped at what she exposed.  "I've 
never seen one so large -- and it's still soft."

Even in the flaccid state Todd's member dangled six fat inches.

"It takes a while to get it hard, darling.  Try sucking on the 
head."

Bobbie took hold of the limp penis and brought it to her mouth.  
She had sucked cock many times before, but nothing of this 
magnitude.  She fitted the glans into her mouth carefully and 
began to suck it with her hand on the shaft.  It swelled steadily 
larger until the purple head simply popped back out.

With that the man lost his suave coolness.  This unparalleled 
opportunity to enjoy a forbidden creature displaced all other 
thought.  He pushed the girl back onto the bed, ripped off her 
panties and fell upon her, shoving into her as would a rapist.  
She cried out in fright as her flesh yielded reluctantly to the 
huge instrument, then in pain at the subsequent brutal blows 
against her cervix.  He was oblivious to her cries and her 
prettiness, aware only of the pleasure in her incredible 
tightness.

"Stop, stop!" the girl yelled, pushing vainly at the heavy man.

At that moment Paul entered the room with Jenny just behind him.  
He immediately noticed Bobbie's distress and rushed to the bed, 
where he grabbed Todd by the shoulders and pulled him off the 
girl, now bawling out of control.  Todd crashed to the floor.  
Paul stood defiantly above him, shoulders hunched, ready for a 
fight.  Jenny took charge of the sobbing little girl.

Todd looked up in surprise and immediately realized that he had 
done wrong.  Worse than that, he had been caught at it.

"She wanted it," he whined in defense of the indefensible.

Paul gave him a weak kick and turned away in disgust.

Sandra then entered the room with a grocery bag in her arms.  She 
understood the situation in an instant when she saw her spouse 
sprawled on the floor, Jenny comforting the stricken girl and Paul 
standing in the middle of the room with fists clenched.

"You pathetic asshole," she sneered and gave her husband a full 
force kick that would have broken a rib had it not landed on his 
thigh.

She turned to Paul whose face was livid.  "We'll go back to our 
tent and leave you people alone," she said quietly.  "But we have 
to get out of here, to Youngstown.  I'll give you the IDs and 
money Todd offered and 10,000 more, if you'll get us there."

Paul shook his head.  "I don't think so.  Not after this."

"Oh?  Did he do something to her that you haven't?"

Paul looked away in shame but Bobbie, safe in Jenny's arms, 
declared, "Todd hurt me!  Paul never did that."

Paul's lip curled.  "You mean his dick was too big?"  He asked 
Jenny with a sneer, "Think he would hurt you, too?"

Jenny straightened up, eyebrows rising, and opened her mouth to 
retort, in the process freeing Bobbie, who went to Paul instead, 
hugging herself to his chest.  "He was just mean, Paul, like Uncle 
Kenny when he's drunk."

Returning the girl's hug, Paul sighed slowly.  He knew how 
valuable new identification might be for his little clan.  He 
glared down at the larger man, now sitting up.  "All right, we'll 
try it.  But if you touch this child again, I'll kill you."

"Ha!" Todd scoffed, getting warily to his feet.

"Come on, brave man," demanded Sandra from the door.  "Let's get 
out of here."  To Paul she averred, "This asshole won't touch her 
again, I promise."

"_You_ promise?"

"Pick up your clothes, dummy," she sniffed.  "Yeah, I promise.  
Otherwise you'll kill him and I'll make a nice tassel out of that 
big dick."



NEXT:  Chapter 7: Unforeseen Swap
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