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                                               Author's Note

         Perhaps a beneficial effect of the World Trade Center attack
was that it blew my little pervert story, Girl Patrol, right out of
existence.  A writer is never happier than when he's running away from
his writing, and what better excuse than the events of September 11, and
its aftermath, for me to stop my story?
         Alas, Osama Bin Laden will have to get busy again, for my
decadent tale has returned, at least for the moment.  Here is chapter
13, which I thought I might never write.


                                        Andrew Roller Presents
 
                                                GIRL PATROL

                                            Chapter Thirteen

         I sat in the cold and dark rubbing sticks.  I'd never been a
boy scout, and unfortunately none of the girls had been campfire girls
or anything like that.  Becky watched me, her large eyes staring at the
sticks, waiting for the flames that would warm her little body... if,
that is, I could ever get a damn spark.  Kim got up.  She was restless. 
She seemed a little worried.  Kim was nowhere to be seen.  We shouted
for her now and then, but no one shouted back, and the only sound we
could hear was that of a bird, somewhere, hooting in the distant tree or
perhaps in a nest in the tall grass.  
         We were in the great plains, or something like them.  Grassland
seemed to go on forever, there under that dark sky, illuminated now
fitfully by the moon.  The ancient satellite seemed to be playing hide
and seek with us, teasing us, showing us our surrounds for a moment only
to dart again behind the clouds.  I could hear the grass rustling when
the wind blew.  Whole fields were out there.  I guess it might have been
wheat once, but it had long since evolved beyond that, into something
long and slightly strange, with occasional little pods of seeds but
otherwise just long and swishy, rippling in the air that seemed to
caress it like a lover.
         The lovemaking stopped and there was just silence.  I rubbed
the sticks harder.  I swore under my breath.  Suddenly there was a flash
of light, fleeting, here and then gone again.
         "You almost got it!" Kim shouted, her voice carrying across the
open plain.  I rubbed more vigorously still.
         "Huwwy," Becky said.  Her teeth chattered.
         "I'm trying," I said.  My frustration was evident.
         "Haven't you had lots of practise?" Kim asked.  There was an
innocence in her voice that failed to warn me what was coming.
         "Practise?" I asked, rubbing harder.
         "I mean, you didn't have a girlfriend until you met us, right?"
Kim asked.
         "Right," I said.
         "So you must have rubbed your thing, huh?  Don't guys do that?"
Kim asked.  I blushed.  
         "Yes, guys do that," I said.  In my embarrassment I rubbed even
harder and suddenly there was another spark.  A blade of grass swished
helpfully toward my hands and suddenly the spark was on the grass,
lighting it.
         "Fire!" Becky yelled gleefully.  The grass was dry and soon a
considerable blaze was going, a good three feet in diameter.  We crowded
around it, loving it, feeling it warm the air and holding our hands out
to it.  Jan appeared out of the darkness.  We looked up at her all
smiles and relief, but she held her arm up as if the fire scared her.
         "Look Jan, fire!" Becky yelled.
         "Gosh, it's kind of bright, don't you think?" Jan asked.
         "Fires generally are," Kim answered, pushing even closer to the
flames.  Jan held back.  I looked at her in the moonlight.  She was more
beautiful than ever.  I could hardly take my eyes off her.  She was a
brunette, and generally I liked blondes best, i.e. Kim, but suddenly I
found myself deciding that Jan was the prettiest after all.  Her skin
seemed to glow in the pale white light of the moon, cringing back from
the fire.  I couldn't put my finger on why she looked so lovely to me,
but I found myself licking my lips, and feeling my crotch harden.  Sure,
she was just nine years old, but what a gorgeous chick!  Her black
leather outfit seemed to fit more tightly than ever.  Her tits seemed
plumper, eminently suckable.  Her legs seemed longer, her midriff even
more compact, her belly ever more slender and delicate.  With slightly
larger breasts she would put Barbie to shame, I told myself, and that
was saying a lot.  I think in that moment if she had asked me to leave
the warmth of the fire and go off with her into the cold dark night I
would have, I had, at the time, no idea why.
         Suddenly Jan's fear of the fire didn't seem unusual as the
flames leapt out into the grass.  Our three foot circle of flames became
six feet.  A moment later it was nine, and we were running.
         "Fire!  Fire!" Becky screamed, and she wasn't happy any more. 
We ran downstream, the flames seeming to chase us.  A gust of breeze and
the nine foot wide circle became 12, and Jan was out ahead of us,
fleeing almost as fast as the breeze itself.
         "Good God!  The thing's out of control!" Kim screamed to me.
         "I know!" I answered.  The flames roared behind us and I broke
out into a sweat.  The wraith vampires had failed to get us, the
werewolves had died trying, but this inanimate thing just might
succeed.  It was turning into a monster behind us, fueled by nothing but
dry grass, and occasional gusts of wind.
         We stumbled into the river.  It was our only hope.  We found
ourselves enveloped in smoke and had to swim out farther.  I grabbed
hold of Becky as she struggled, weary after a long day, to stay afloat. 
Kim dogpaddled toward me.  Jan did too, and I reached out for her,
having a choice between the two, choosing Jan because she was so fucking
lovely.  Kim, despite being a blonde, would have to fend for herself, at
least until I got Jan safely beside me.
         "Thanks," Jan said, as I drew her close, holding Becky with my
other hand.
         "Sure," I huffed, struggling to make sure I kept my head above
water as I coped with the added weight of the two girls.  Jan got very
close to me, smiling broadly, and I wanted to kiss her wet lovely lips,
despite coughing a little at the thick smoke billowing over us as we
splashed farther out into the river.
         It was then that I noticed Jan wasn't breathing.  She was
swimming hard, doing a kind of dog paddle, but there was nothing moving
out of her mouth.  Or in, either.  She just smiled and seemed to bob on
the water, exerting herself but not needing any air, not coughing from
all the smoke either.
         Then I noticed her fangs.  And a moment later her smiling
so-kissable lips were up against my neck.  I felt a sharp pain.  I
blacked out for a moment, and lost hold of Becky.  I felt my heart jump,
as if missing a beat, and to my alarm it seemed as if my life force were
being drained from me.  In the distance I heard Kim scream, and it
sounded as if little Becky were drowning, gurgling sounds coming from
somewhere on my left, where she had been just a moment before.
         I yelled.  I struggled.  Kim hung on tight, like a leech.  Then
I blacked out again, drowning in darkness, breathing in water where
before there had been smoke-laden air.

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