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Webb's Wonderful Web - Book 2 Resistance - Part 2 of 5
By Yotna El'toub  (Caution MC,inc,F/F/f,MF,Alien,SF, mild zoo)
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Inspired by Lost Boys first competition and dedicated to the LB and his 
work.

WARNING: This story will contain situations and explicit language of an 
adult nature and should be read only by those of a legal age to do so. If 
you are a minor or object to stories of an adult nature, LEAVE HERE 
IMMEDIATELY. Legal age local to the author is 18+ please abide to your own 
local laws. Please note and understand the content codes for this story.

The characters portrayed in this story are just that, characters in my 
story.  Any similarities to real people are purely coincidental and 
unintentional. The characters and situations portrayed are pure fantasy; the 
author is keen to state that in reality adult sexuality should remain only 
in the adult world. Please do not allow or cause this story to fall in to 
the hands of minors.

(C) Yotna El'toub 2004
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Chapter 4:  Home, coming.

Alice relaxed for the first time in days; she guided the Mondeo safely 
through the gates of Dingle Dell Farm. The old Granite house greeted her 
with its unchanging frontage.

`At least some things are permanent' she thought, and released a long held 
sigh.

"Ah well, back to the prison camp" Georgie observed grumpily from the rear 
seat.

"It's great, it's home" Alice responded wistfully. Even Georgie's bitter 
teenage angst couldn't spoil her moment.

"I'll get the gear out of the boot," Gerry offered.

"Thanks Gerry, I'll get the old place unlocked and aired" beamed Alice, who 
was already half way out of the car's door.

Alice strode up to the bare wooden door and slipped her key into the worn 
lock, even after all these years it still nestled on her fob; a constant 
reminder of the farm. The key turned easily, and as the click resounded, 
guilt descended on Alice.

`Why does the farm always feel like home? Why has the cottage never 
supplanted it in my affections?'

The sudden memory of the cottage brought Damon's face swimming into her 
mind; Alice blinked away the bitter tears, and entered the cherished 
building.

"Come on Geo, lend a hand!" Gerry shouted from the back of the estate.

The seated teen shot in to action.

"Sorry Ger, I was day dreaming" she apologised.

"As long as it's not one of those teenage wet ones, it's alright. Oh, unless 
I was in it of course!" Gerry quipped, staring right into Georgie's face.

Georgie's pale colouring took on a distinctly pinker hue; smiling wanly, she 
bent forward and retrieved a fallen rucksack. Georgie's smooth buttocks 
bulged, escaping the confines of her denim shorts, and attracting Gerry's 
hungry gaze. Tentatively Gerry rested her hand on the rounded object of her 
desire, causing Georgie to jump in surprise.

"Sorry Geo, I must've slipped or something - I didn't want to frighten you" 
Gerry whispered, her lips close to Georgie's ear.

Georgie turned, and almost brushed her lips against Gerry's, so close was 
the older woman's face.

"Just what did you want, then Ger?" Georgie breathed sweetly.

A sudden shout broke up the near embrace.

"Come on you two, the kettle's on!" It was Alice; she stood in the doorway, 
waving a motherly arm.

" E'cuse me, I'm wanted elsewhere," Georgie whispered, before pulling the 
rucksack clear of the car, and walking away.

Gerry gathered the rest of their meagre belongings, slammed the tailgate 
down and made for the farm. Her eyes followed the exaggerated wiggle of 
Georgie's slim hips, with more than a passing interest.

				-------------

Georgie swallowed her tea quickly, and then made her excuses, leaving Alice 
and Gerry alone to unpack. The sound of `The Darkness' soon filtered through 
to the kitchen; it confirmed that Georgie was safely ensconced in her 
bedroom. Finally Alice spoke, her tone was both passionate and grave.

"You leave her be, Gerry, she's not part of this, and she's not interested 
in you!"

"You sound very sure - I'm not so certain, on either count!" Gerry smiled 
with feigned friendship.

"I'm warning you, and by the way - she's not gay!" Alice spat her 
frustration at Gerry.

"Neither are you" Gerry responded, deftly stoking a fingertip over Alice's 
closest breast.

"Get off me, Geraldine" Alice emoted, shrugging the hand away.

"Ha, you can deny me but you can't deny that." Gerry pointed to Alice's 
chest.

Alice glared down at her unruly nipple.

"Just get lost, will you" Alice groaned.

Alice turned away from Gerry, to hide the telltale erect bud, and the tears 
that stung her eyes for the second time that day.

"Sure, I'll settle in - which room's mine?" Gerry asked through a vicious 
grin.

"Up the stairs - the second on the left" Alice croaked.

Gerry turned on her heels, and left Alice to snivel alone.

`Silly cow' she thought, unkindly.

Gerry stomped up the flight of stairs getting ever closer to the resounding 
whine of a loud guitar solo. As Gerry passed the first door on the landing 
the sound peaked, just a few more steps took her into her designated room. 
She briefly admired the view from the window, before dumping her gear 
unceremoniously on the well-made bed. She sank down beside her bags and 
surveyed the room. Stripped pine floor, dressing area with a sink, and 
genuine antique pine furnishing.

`Another poor farmer, what a joke!' Gerry smiled.

That sink would come in handy though; she hadn't had time to shower this 
morning.

"Time to freshen up, I think" Gerry said aloud, to no one in particular.

Gerry peeled of her clothes, and padded towards the porcelain basin, keeping 
in step to the music blasting from Georgie's room; the song rushing towards 
its crescendo. Gerry watched the water swirl into the sink as the track 
boomed to its close. In the silence that followed the slightest of creaks 
reached Gerry's ever-vigilant ears. Her eyes flew up to the vanity mirror to 
trace the source of the noise. Her face illuminated with amusement as the 
reflection revealed not a threat, but a glimpse of a fresh faced young girl, 
staring intensely through a small gap in the doorframe.

`Now that must be my Geo - How sneaky, I bet Alice didn't think about the 
interconnecting door before she gave me this room,' She chuckled.

`Showtime!' she thought grinning at her unspoken jest.

Gerry scooped up the soap and a handful of water; skilfully she turned, 
making sure her eyes avoided her secret audience. Gerry soaped and stoked 
her curves, lingering on her pert breasts, teasing the nipples until they 
were full and proud. Her hands slithered over her flat, muscled abdomen 
before diving through the fuzz of her pubes. Gerry twitched as her long 
fingers sinuously opened her thickly wrinkled labia.

Then she swivelled, dropping the soap deliberately to the floor, and slowly 
bent over in a deliciously revealing way to retrieve it. As she stood, her 
eyes surreptitiously swept over the mirrors surface; the door had swung open 
a little to reveal the briefest full glimpse of Geo, before it was suddenly 
pulled shut. That short sight of the excited teenager had been enough; it 
told Gerry all she needed to know! The pulled up t-shirt, the untidily 
unzipped shorts - and most of all, Geo's hands delving deeply into her 
virginally white pants.

`Yes, I'm going to like staying here!'

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Georgie raced back to her bed, not daring to take a look behind her. Her 
heart pounded in sympathy with the rhythm of the latest song.

`That was so close, what's up with me anyway? Girls aren't my thing!' She 
thought, fighting against her new desire.

Georgie collapsed backwards onto the unmade bed, her mind as tangled as the 
sheets. She finally dared to look back at the door, good - it was firmly 
shut. Georgie closed her eyes, and tried to blank out the day. Behind her 
eyelids images of Gerry danced, turning her on - there was no escape!

`No, no - go away Ger!' Georgie's thoughts thundered.

But her hands betrayed her, falling as they did to her compliant body. Soon 
soft female flesh filled Georgie's palms as well as her young mind, and she 
rode towards a delicious orgasm. Georgie's tee shirt hung scarf-like around 
her slim neck, while her left hand plucked firmly at a rapidly stiffening 
right nipple. Deep in her shorts Geo's middle finger circled her protruding 
clit with increasing speed. Her stomach muscles tightened and relaxed with 
sumptuous cramps.

`Oh, I wish Ger could see me, touch me, I wish...' all Geo's thoughts stopped 
as she tumbled over the edge of her desire.

But Gerry couldn't see her; some one could, but not Gerry.

Alice stood in Georgie's doorway agape, an unwilling voyeur. Alice had been 
passing the room when she heard moaning. She had expected to catch Gerry red 
handed, in the act of furtively groping her sister. What she hadn't expected 
was to break in on Georgie's most private moment. Nor had she expected her 
reaction to the sight, the feelings that coursed through Alice's shaking 
body weren't exactly sisterly.

Georgie lay very still, aware of little, other than her deep satisfaction. 
Vaguely she heard a footfall approaching. Embarrassment forced her eyes more 
tightly shut; Georgie heard the soft thud of discarded clothes hitting the 
pine boards. She felt the pressure on the bed beside her, immediately 
followed by a hurried straddling of her reclining body.

Then the feeling, the sensation was foreign - a slick wetness against her 
parted lips. The taste though, now it was sublime, and it trickled in, 
filling her inexperienced mouth with a heady tang. Georgie pressed her 
tongue into the soft wetness thirstily. Slowly Georgie opened her eyes, and 
focussed past the jiggling breasts to the lustful face.

`Shit! It's Alice!' Georgie's mind screamed, in horror.

Blind panic filled the girl, and Georgie squirmed helplessly, desperately 
trying to free herself. Alice reacted quickly; she clamped her knees tightly 
either side of Georgie's head and gazed lovingly into her Georgie's wide 
shocked eyes. Georgie's pretty face basked in the orange light, and the 
age-old taboo was gone - her tongue resumed its work with a new found 
vigour. Alice gasped loudly in response, and relaxed her iron grip, bearing 
her moist slit down on the wickedly busy organ.

Unheard, and unnoticed, the door behind Alice and Georgie creaked opened. An 
inquisitive head appeared, for once even Gerry looked outraged. Lust soon 
restored her former composure, and she confidently padded forwards to join 
the heaving incestuous pair.

`Yes, I'm going to love it here!'



Chapter 5: Old friends.

The hedgerow rustled, a small bobbing figure scurried along it, well hidden 
from the traffic and the growling tarmac. No time to stop and explore, only 
one task, follow that scent! It was a delicate but pungent aroma that meant 
everything - friendship, home, and food. It spoke of a friendship that asked 
no questions, and saw no faults.

It was a question of honour; even though that other fearful odour was mixed 
with it, the alien one he would never forget, he would track it! He skirted 
the edge of the pine trees for mile after mile, before plunging into the 
dark depths with sudden purpose. He paused scenting the air, others were 
near, the humans he could avoid, and their senses were far too primitive to 
know of his existence.

The one that tempted him was fresh, sexual and strong, she was close, and on 
heat. Normally his erecting organ would have dominated his desires, but not 
this time. His hard penis slipped reluctantly under its sheath. He ignored 
his basic instinct and ran away from the female. He made a mental map of the 
location, and hoped to return once his quest was complete.

He travelled on, keeping to the shadows and away from the well-worn paths. 
He flitted across a pathway, keeping low, for humans were nearby. His 
precautions were effective, and he stole unseen into a clump of trees. The 
fresh smell of pine surrounded him, he breathed it in deeply - his progress 
slowed; mixed in with the delicate fragrance was another one - the terrible 
one! Fear clouded his senses, sweeping over him like an early morning fog. 
Terror hit him hard, and he slinked though the dank undergrowth, his belly 
so low it rubbed against the ground; he was close, so close - but so were 
they!

His lips curled back, how he hated them - he wanted to tear them apart, 
attack and savage them until the taste of their flesh sickened him. His 
instinct told him to do otherwise, this was not a fight he could win; that 
way led only to death. He had seen it, smelt it, he could smell it again, 
powerfully; but there was something else, familiar but strange, unknown but 
much loved. Slowly that smell drew him closer to the small clearing.

He poked his head through the long grass stems, spider webs, damp with 
spring dew coated his hair; he could see them! He caught the low growl just 
before it left his throat. Surreptitiously, he settled back on his haunches 
and waited, watching, his eyes never leaving his busy enemies. Long minutes 
slowly passed, trickling by and filling him with dread. One of them looked 
his way; a flickering tongue tasted him on the morning breeze, and the 
creature started to walk directly towards his crouched form.

She was close, her scent was strong, and she too was on heat - always on 
heat. This was no human he smelt, no animal he knew - only once before had 
he been so close to one of these. Her odour was confusing, mixed as it was 
with a tang of human, human seed. His semi-erect organ withered, and his 
testicles shrunk tightly inside his fearful belly.

Hackles rising, he got ready to die. The packs leader saved him, barking 
orders to the stray creature. The hated one shrugged, and turned, its slim 
figure headed away back to the pack. Soon after, the roar of an engine sent 
birds scattering to the forest canopy for cover. They were gone, but he 
still hesitated. Finally, desire overwhelmed his fear and he crept forward. 
He tore at the freshly disturbed earth with all his might, dirt plumed up 
into the air behind him.

He rested, panting quietly, before continuing to paw at the dark soil. A 
pale cold hand appeared, he muzzled it, and then turned in disgust to dig 
elsewhere. Eventually his determination paid off, a second hand was 
uncovered, and the fingers poking from the ruined gloves were pink and warm. 
They flexed as he licked the thick coating of grime, and reached for his 
furred snout.

The very earth under him shook, and excitedly he hurried away to sit on the 
solid, grassy ground. His head cocked to one side, he waited, expectant. The 
bulge in the shallow grave grew, and then the dark soil erupted! A figure 
emerged, showering the glade with fine dust. It grumbled, swore, and stood 
shakily. It gave the signal the whistle soft and low; He bolted from the 
grass full of joy, and hurried to his master's side.

"Good boy Shep, good boy!" croaked a grateful Silas.

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Alice awoke, slowly, the world was buzzing! Her nose wrinkled breathing in a 
warm cinnamon smell, which perfectly complemented the taste burning in her 
mouth. Her eyelids struggled open, blearily and with difficulty, the pupils 
focussed. Crinkled lips and smooth folds filled her vision.

`Why was the world still buzzing?'

Alice swung her head towards the sound, and saw her trembling jeans sprawled 
out by the bed. The buzzing stopped. The jeans were at last still.

`Mmmm, thank god for small mercies'

Alice thought over the enormity of what had just happened, what had she 
done! Everything had changed, all was lost; she could never, never, recover 
from this. A loud beep-beep interrupted her self-pity.

Alice slid out from under Georgie's supple body, and headed towards her 
recently discarded jeans. She delved deep into a rear pocket and retrieved 
her mobile. `One new message' flashed rhythmically on the bright display. 
She pressed a button gently; `Please phone 901 new voice mail' Alice pressed 
and held down another button, raising the phone to her ear. It was Lorraine, 
she sounded panicked.

"Ring me, for Christ's sake ring me, it's Pam - she's hurt!"

Alice quickly pressed a sequence of digits.

"Hello Lorraine, it's Alice - what's up?"

"Thank god, Alice it's all gone tits up - they were here when we arrived. 
They have Damon's program, and they ripped Pam apart to get it..." Lorraine's 
voice broke " I think she's dying, it really bad, I daren't move her, I, I, 
I ..." Lorraine dissolved into tears.

"Wait there, we're coming..." Alice paused "Um Lorraine, why didn't they just 
kill you?" She asked, as tenderly as she could.

"Once they had the data stick they seemed more interested in that, Pam 
fought so hard. They guessed its worth - and just grabbed it dashing out. 
They left me alone with Pam!" Lorraine broke down, again.

"How long?" Alice asked.

"What?" Lorraine croaked through the tears.

"How long since they left?" Alice asked, cursing at her own stupidity.

" Oh, hours..." Lorraine paused, "I don't know, just get here - GET HERE!"

"OK Lorraine, keep calm, we're coming - Bye!" Alice stared blankly at the 
phone for a second, before waking the others.

The farmhouse door flew open, and the desperate trio emerged, still 
hurriedly pulling on crumpled garments. As they rushed to the car Gerry 
caught Alice's arm, halting her instantly.

"The car's not big enough, we need an ambulance," she advised in a dazed 
tone.

"We can't go doing that - alerting the authorities, it's just too 
dangerous!" Alice replied, frowning.

"I know it's risky, but we don't know how bad Pam is. She may need 
professional care," Gerry warned.

Confusion crossed Alice's face; just what was she to do? Why was it her 
decision? Alice jumped at the soft touch of Georgie's hand on her bare arm, 
urgent, unwanted desires surged.

"I think I can help! Take my car" Georgie offered.

"Your car?" Alice asked.

"Yup, I'm supposed to wait until my 18th, but I s'pose if you drive it it's 
OK" Georgie smiled, "It's in the barn" she said.

Alice and Gerry sprinted after Georgie's disappearing form. Georgie turned 
the corner, stopped, and swung open the wooden doors; they revealed a brand 
new Ford Explorer 4x4.

Gerry whistled, "Nice one!"

"You are so spoilt, Geo!" Alice added.

"Now be nice to me, if you want my help sis!" Georgie smiled, and planted an 
unwanted peck on Alice's gasping lips.

Alice shuddered; now that sex had come into their relationship it would 
never be the same. She pushed the urge away, ignoring her insistently damp 
crouch. In an instant they were aboard, and settled. The 4-litre engine 
throbbed into powerful life. The explorer tore out of the garage hurtling 
towards the gate and beyond it, the open country road.

"Oh, by the way it's the Sports version so easy on the accelerator!" Georgie 
giggled.

"Thanks for the timely warning little sis" Alice laughed.

The laughter was transitory, just grave humour, and in turn each of the 
car's occupants fell silent. They quietly reflected on their recent orgy, 
and just what might be waiting for them in Norfolk.

Stealthily Georgie slid her fingers under the waistband of her pants, making 
certain the others wouldn't notice her secret self-pleasuring. Geo let the 
motion of the speeding car jostle her fingers against the bud of her 
ballooning clitoris. Geo's mind revelled in her newfound delight, the female 
sex, and soon she was ignoring all else.

`Maybe I've always been a closet lesbian?' she mused.

The first of many furtive orgasms rose, and flowed over her. She shuddered 
in restrained delight, and carried on.


Chapter  6: Silas uncovered.


Bowen smiled; it was not a pretty sight to behold. Liz and Ash watched his 
every move, Bowen's slim fingers flashed across the keyboard with practiced 
ease. Without warning he swivelled his chair back to the waiting pair, Liz 
let out a quiet yelp of surprise.

"You have done well, excelled yourselves! I am very pleased - this is an 
important find! Bowen grinned.

Ash relaxed, a question formed in his mind, but it never got to his lips.

"I know what you're thinking - What make this so important that a human 
would risk their feeble life for it? The answer is simple - with this they 
are not feeble, with this they can fight back. But they haven't got it, have 
they thanks to you!"

"How do we know they haven't got another copy?" Liz asked, under her breath.

"Thinking, as they say, is not your specialty, leave it to me, Liz. If they 
had another copy, why risk coming back for this - why die trying to stop us 
getting it?" Bowen cast a disdainful glance at the seated woman.

"What does it do?" asked Ash, undeterred.

"Ah, an intelligent question. It partly disables the vector; it makes the 
host aware of it. Worse still it gives them control over it," Bowen paused 
for effect, "Humans are an odd species to dominate, one of the few in the 
known Universe who have muddled base biology with higher emotion. The 
concept of love is rare, not unique but rare, and a problem for us - as we 
do not feel or understand it. Love is the reason we needed to develop the 
vector further here on earth before we could invade."

"Love, human love, is that powerful?" Liz asked.

"Oh yes, it binds people together, makes them willing to risk their own 
lives for the benefit of others. Love warps evolution; being fit is not the 
only arbiter of survival, once love arrives. We would never have risked 
involving humans in the development of the vector if it could have been 
avoided. A risk that leads to heresy like this!"

Bowen spun around and grabbed the memory stick from the PC, he crumbled it 
to a fine dust in his hands.

"So much for the evil that was love. Now nothing stands in our way. We 
infect the Internet with the vector tonight; this world will fall!" Bowen 
dashed the dust from his hand to the floor contemptuously.

As if scripted, the door swung open, and a mud covered trio entered.

"Who's our new friend" Liz asked, desire flickering in her eyes.

"He's yours to play with, a reward!" announced Bowen, imperiously.

Liz and Ash rose, each taking an arm of the new arrival.

"What's your name, lover?" Liz asked, sexuality dripping from her words.

"M, M, Martin, PC Martin Wood" the young policeman stuttered.

"Well, I'm Liz and this is Ash, we have a few things to teach you, yesss!" 
Liz shimmered as the purple flash enveloped the group.

The policeman's eyes widened, and sought out June, she merely nodded, 
smiling at him. Struggling in silence, he was dragged from the room.

"And you, did you succeed?" Bowen directed his querying gaze at Simon.

"Yes, all is tidy - nothing left to chance" Simon held Bowen's stare.

"Good, I hope that's right - I hold you personally responsible - is that 
clear?" asked Bowen.

"Now go, leave me - I must prepare the viral strain that will carry the 
vector. Soon the world-wide-web will become webbs-wonderful-web. Amuse 
yourselves with the others, no, no, better still - go find some more!" Bowen 
ordered.

Before June and Simon had made it to the door, Bowen had returned to the 
task at hand, tapping furiously at the keyboard, his narrow grey eyes fixed 
on the screen.

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Petunia Grassmore was having a bad day, first of all her usual hairdresser 
had been ill, so some slip of a thing had attempted to cut her hair. It 
simply wasn't up to Daphne's standard; maybe if the girl had concentrated, 
it would have turned out better. But no, she just twittered on inanely about 
`Jase', her illiterate boyfriend, no doubt. The struggle to make her hair 
presentable, delayed her even more - so much that she had missed the only 
bus that day to Thetford Rail Station.

It was too bad, and it was all Donald's fault, fancy booking the car in for 
a service when he knew, full well, it was the Women's Institute conference. 
Sometimes she thought he did these things just to inconvenience her, he was 
such an irritating man. Petunia sighed, and turned away from the bus stop, 
returning home to make her apologies by telephone.

"Most unsatisfactory" she muttered.

It was just then when the car drew up, the passenger wound down the window 
and spoke.

"I'm afraid you've just missed it, do you need a lift?" a presentable young 
woman asked.

"Why thank you, but I don't think you'll be going my way, it's quite far," 
Petunia replied.

"We're on a bit of a jaunt ourselves, where are you headed?" the woman asked 
politely.

"I am, no rather I was, going to Thetford Station," Petunia replied.

"What a co-incidence, so are we, hop in!" the woman smiled.

"Why thank you, thank you very much" Petunia's face lit up.

Petunia slid into the rear seat of the car, nodding to the driver's eyes in 
the rear view mirror.

"I'm much obliged, my name is Petunia," she told the watchful eyes.

"Pleased to meet you Petunia, I am Simon and this is Liz. Tell me what takes 
such an attractive lady to Thetford on a bus?" Simon asked.

"Oh, nothing sinister, just the jolly old WI Conference," Petunia blinked. 
She fluttered her eyelashes at Simon's compliment.

"Amazing, that just exactly where we are going, we'll be able to share the 
journey" said Liz, twisting in her seat to stare at Petunia.

Liz's eyes drank in the woman; her frumpy dress hid an attractive body.

`I'm sure we'll share plenty more as well' thought Liz, a playful smile 
danced on her lips.

Liz swung her body back to face the windscreen as Simon lifted the clutch; 
the longest journey of Petunia's sheltered life began. Petunia sighed to 
herself; she sternly ignored the discomfort that her stiff nipples and wet 
underwear caused her. The images of Liz that forced their way into her 
thoughts with obscene delight were harder to disregard.

`This is impossible, get a grip on yourself girl!' Petunia's mind chided.

Petunia wiggled on the back seat of the car, mostly from embarrassment at 
the unrestrained desire that coursed through her, and partly from sexual 
frustration. She was quite amazed when the car parked up outside the busy 
station.

"My, we got here quickly!" Petunia observed.

"Maybe your mind was elsewhere Petunia, pleasant thoughts make the miles fly 
by" Liz replied with a chuckle.

`She knew! How could she know? Was it that obvious?' Petunia felt her face 
become hot at the thought.

Petunia quickly recovered, and joined her companions striding confidently in 
to the station.

"Any spare change missus?" a voice asked, crackling with emotion.

Petunia gazed down at the dishevelled wretch, sprawled out on the pavement; 
his back slumped against the station wall. Of course there was the dog, 
`didn't they always have a dog' she thought in distain.

"Leave me alone you grubby man, or I will call the police. I'm known in 
these parts you know," Petunia glared.

She altered her route, giving the tramp a wide berth. His eyes followed her, 
the heat of his gaze unnoticed.

"At least I look before I sit down. You should too - then you skirt wouldn't 
have that big wet patch on it missus!"

Petunia's stride faltered slightly, then she picked up speed and disappeared 
into the station following her two friends.

Silas rolled the spit around in his mouth before launching it accurately 
into the gutter.

"Come on Shep, let's try that shopping centre, maybe they're more human in 
there," Silas struggled to his feet "Bitch" he called out at the top of his 
quaking voice, before stumbling off.

Silas was wrong on both counts, Petunia was human, and actually she wasn't a 
bitch. All that was, of course, about to change.

			-------------------------

Gerry sat on the bench carefully going though the inventory they had picked 
up at the Pharmacy, silently ticking it off in her head. Her training in 
first aid was about to be put sorely to the test, and on a friend. Gerry 
shivered at the thought.

"Got what you need?" Geo asked, gently.

"In supplies yes, in experience no - I'm scared to death I'll kill her!" 
Gerry replied.

"She'd probably die anyway!" Geo stated.

"Shut up Georgie, now's not the time for..." the words dried on Alice's lips.

 From nowhere, an enraged bellowing began. The three girls' looked up to see 
a seedy figure; it lumbered towards them.

"It's you, I saw you, and you're lesbians! It's your fault I'm like this - 
those monsters got me. ALL BECAUSE OF YOU!" Silas screamed abuse.

A small crowd stopped to stare. Gerry was decisive; she vaulted off the 
bench and grabbed one of Silas's flailing arms. He tried to brush her off, 
but half dead tramps aren't the most effective of fighters. Silas spun, 
tripped, and head butted the bench, all in one smooth movement. The confused 
vagrant crumpled, and he went down like a felled oak, he was out cold.

"Oh great, what now?" pleaded Alice.

"Just leave him lets split! I'll look after his dog" Geo suggested, her arms 
already wrapped around Shep, comforting the whining animal.

"We can't leave him Geo, you heard what he said!" Gerry replied.

"Who's going to believe him? He doesn't even know who we are!" Geo pouted.

"Gerry's right, he must come with us," Alice added.

"Oh, great! That thing is going to be lying all over my car!" Geo retorted.

"Geo, SHUT UP!" Gerry shot a sideward look at Geo, "This is no time for 
tantrums."

Geo said no more, she just hung her head in self-pity, stuck out her bottom 
lip and sulked, a real championship sulk.


Gerry flashed her warrant card at the assembled crowd.

"OK folks, happy hour's over - we'll deal with him now"

Grumbles, and mutters came out of the crowd.

"Shame"

"Poor old Guy"

"Police brutality, that's what that was"

"Yes, and if you don't move along I'll show you some more - so move along - 
now"

Gerry turned to Alice and spoke softly.

"Let get out of here now, I don't like the look of this lot - someone's 
bound to phone in a complaint!"

In a trice, Silas was slung over Gerry's shoulder, and the desperado's 
scurried away to their escape vehicle.

Alice flashed her eyes up to the rear view mirror as she pulled away. Sure 
enough, an irate shopper was in intense conversation with a security guard. 
The guard spoke rapidly into his walky-talky.

"Oh shit, now that's a really good way to avoid attention" Geo commented 
needlessly.

"WILL YOU SHUT UP!" the shout erupted simultaneously from Gerry and Alice.

Geo stuck out her tongue, and slowly worked her busy hand down inside the 
front of her shorts.

`In the company of wankers, I may as well wank' she thought, seething 
internally, but not daring to voice her contempt.

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End of Part two


Part 2 of 5

Book Two of the WWW Trilogy


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