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Subject: {ASSM} girl patrol, chapter seven
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                                        Andrew Roller Presents
 
                                                GIRL PATROL

                                               Chapter Seven

         We sat in the sun eating manna.  Two more weeks had passed.  We
were following the sun west.  We had come to the banks of a great river;
it flowed below us, sparkling in the rising sun, seemingly like a
mini-sea as it went somewhere, we knew not where.
         "Maybe we should build a boat," Jan suggested, sitting in her
police uniform in the half-dead grass along the bluff.
         "Or we could go swimming," Becky suggested, hugging Cuddles and
her Magnum.  We were aboriginals, I thought, gazing at the river as
unknowingly as any primitives, eating white flakes off the ground with
our bare hands.
         "We could do a lot of things, I guess, as long as you girls
manage to keep the right ammo in your guns for whatever gets the nerve
to attack us," I said.  And that was about the long and short of it; Kim
kept silver-filled shells in her shotgun for the werewolves.  Jan kept
phosphorous in her Uzi for the more numerous vampires.  And little
Becky, well, she usually dropped her gun so we didn't worry too much
about her.  Like I said, if I wasn't a nice guy I probably would have
insisted on carrying her Magnum, but she wanted to keep up with her
companions and I didn't have the heart to make the littlest of the three
girls sad.  She was the shortest, she had the smallest tits, and she
still relied on a teddy bear for emotional support.  She didn't need to
be unarmed too.  Anyway it was my job to feed the right ammo to the
girls in an emergency.  It was an important job; little Becky would have
fumbled it for sure in a crisis.  Did wolves need silver or was that
phosphorous, Becky had asked more than once, asking for ammo for her own
gun.  The fact that she couldn't say "phosphorous" didn't help much.  Oh
well we'd all taken to calling it "phos", but the fact remained that she
would have been a poor ammo-supplier.  No, it was my job both to carry
the ammo and keep it flowing to the girls.  Come to think of it my job
was quite extensive; get the fire lit, keep the matches dry, entertain
the girls at night with my cock (oh well I couldn't complain about
that).  People in the olden days would have said that I was somehow
using the girls, but in fact I was a strong pillar of their support. 
Without me Becky would no doubt have been teased by Jan and Kim into
disappearing; not to the best of fates, I'm sure.  And who was to say
that Kim and Jan would have stayed together?  Weren't they trying to get
Becky to side with one or the other of them, when they weren't picking
on her for being the youngest?  No, it was my presence, the fact that
all three girls competed, in the end, to be most liked by me, and most
admired, that kept us together.  In the end, when they were done
bickering and jousting with each other, they looked to me for approval
and support.  And I provided it, loving all three equally and making
sure that any spats they had didn't turn deadly.  They were, after all,
armed; all three of them.  Those guns that kept us safe could easily
kill a human.  It was my job to make sure the guns kept pointing out,
not in toward us.  (Not literally, of course, we'd had our share of
"I'll kill you if you say another word" gun-pointing episodes.)  But
here we were, gazing down on a river that struck me as being as big as
the Mississippi, and I half-wondered if it might be that old river,
still flowing after so many years.
         "Let's cross it," I said.  "We'll cut down a big tree and roll
it down the bluff.  We can all climb onto it and float, and see where
the river takes us."
         "Yes!" Becky cried.  She fired her Magnum into the air.
         "Don't waste bullets," Kim said, as soon as the sound of
Becky's gun had died away.
         "Stupid," Jan added.
         "Now girls, let's not fight," I said.  With mother-like
disapproval I looked at Becky and said, "Try to wait until we're
attacked again.  Then you can let loose all you want."
         "`Kay," Becky sighed.  She pointed her Magnum at Cuddles and
sat back down in the grass.  We were being attacked less; maybe word was
getting around that we were pretty good shots.  God knows, in the first
weeks we'd certainly had plenty of practise.  It was a wonder we were
still standing here.  I gazed off at the plain across which we'd come. 
Scraggly trees tried growing here and there, but mostly gave up.  Were
it not for the manna and regular rainfall we might not have made it
across that sere landscape.  Some big trees grew here, by the river. 
But what would we use to cut them?  Would we shoot a tree to get a nice
log?  Perhaps we would find a log already fallen.  I was contemplating
the possibilities, gazing back across the landscape we'd crossed, when
suddenly I saw them.  Six or seven figures, all coming fast.  They
couldn't be vampires; it was daytime.
         "Werewolves!" I suddenly shouted.  I turned and looked down at
the river.
         "Oh no!" Jan said, turning, seeing what I'd seen.  Previously
we'd only ever encountered one wolf at a time.  Word must indeed have
gotten around about us; they'd decided to gang up on us at last.
         "Hurry!" Kim said.  She rushed over to Becky and grabbed the
girl's arm and pulled her to her feet.
         "Cuddles!" Becky said, dropping both her gun and her teddy
bear.
         "I'll get him!" I cried.  I grabbed what Becky had dropped and
hurried down the bluff toward the river, Jan leading the way, Kim
following close behind with Becky.  I couldn't tell if the wolves had
seen us; they would catch our scent, no doubt about it, and search the
whole bank looking for us once they knew we were here.  And then I heard
it, out on the plain, a crack like thunder.  But there were no clouds in
the sky.  I turned and looked back.  One of the wolves had slowed.  He
was aiming something; a rifle I realized as I looked at him.  "Sweet
Jesus!" I cried.  The damn thing had managed to arm himself.  No wolf
we'd ever met had been armed.  Even the vampires were at best only
occasionally armed; we'd only met two.  Weapons were few and far between
here in Strangeland, apparently.  We'd been extremely lucky to meet a
well-armed Medium who'd so craved knowledge about the past that she was
willing to give three guns away.  "Hurry!" I yelled.  We hustled more
quickly down the bluff.  Time was running out.  Frantically I searched
among the dry underbrush for a fallen tree.  Anything to push us out
into the water and get us away from the wolves.  Perhaps a better
strategy would have been to stay and fight; I considered it as we rushed
down to the river bank.  What should we do?  It was a harried choice
we'd faced so often; six wolves!  It was frightening.  Vampires were
hard enough, but if you caught them the right way you could blast
through them.  Shooting wolves was like trying to hit rabid dogs.  They
were living things, tough and fast and ravenous.  "What do you want to
do, girls?  Stay and shoot it out or try to escape into the river?"
         "The river!  The river!" the girls answered in unison.  And so
that was the strategy we chose, there under the hot-blazing sky.  And I
never noticed, until later that day, that the sun had grown a deeper
shade of red.

30

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