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Note: Mixed Bag is a compilation of stories by Rachael Ross and
contains a Foreword and 65 chapters. It is being posted to ASSM
largely in sequence. See MB00 for a table of contents. All stories
copyrighted 2008 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. rache696@yahoo.com
visit my website at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/rache/www/index.htm and see my
blog http://anarchyforbeginners.blogspot.com/ for additional
information. Thanks. -rr


Adults Only

Mixed Bag - Chapter Sixty Five



Tina Vasquez - Texas Ranger (Part 8)

by rache


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Story Codes: F/F, Police, Romance, Drama, Caution - M+/F, Rape

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    West Abilene Tech was a small school. The running joke was "Which
College do you go to?" ... "WAT" ... "I said, which college do you go
to?"

    The office of the college president was small too, but well
appointed and appropriately austere. The man it belonged to was Ethan
Moore and he came from a long line of Texan's dating back to the Alamo
and beyond. A tall, wiry academic with thinning gray hair and a pair
of reading glasses perched on his nose, Ethan didn't particularly look
like he'd do very well in a battle, but that's what he found himself
in at the moment.

    Sitting on the other side of his antique mahogany desk was a
rather attractive woman named Barbara Welch. She did not come from a
long line of Texas heritage. In fact, Barbara didn't even come from
Texas at all. She was from Connecticut, of all places, and had gone to
college at Vassar, wherever in the hell that was. Ethan thought
Barbara had permanently clenched teeth; they just never seemed to open
with the rest of her mouth when she spoke.

    She was 38 and the women's athletic director. Barbara coached the
swim team at WAT and was very good at it. The woman had been on two
Olympic teams, even winning a medal one year. She'd been on the
thousand meter relay team that had set an NCAA record that still stood
and her team at WAT was ranked nationally, and that was a big deal in
a small town like West Abilene.

    Barbara was also tall and lithe, toned with muscles that didn't
look like muscles. They just made a man want to reach out and...

    Ethan looked out the window for a moment and closed his eyes.

    As I was saying, Barbara was very attractive. She had rather short
black hair that suited her pretty face, hazel eyes, and smallish
breasts that gave her a pleasing, graceful shape. Barbara refused to
wear a bra, but mainly because she was very nearly always in her blue
and gold one-piece bathing suit. Her legs were long and tan and lean.

    A man who could appreciate all of that in a woman, he really
could, was leaning against the college president's bookcase that very
minute. But he wasn't in much of an appreciative mood. His name was
William "Buck" Riles, Coach Riles to everyone concerned, and he was
the men's athletic director and the AA college football team's head
coach. They were the Tigers and at football games half the people
said, "There's Tigers!" and the other half said, "WAT Tigers?" and
then everyone cheered and said "Yeeeeah! WAT Tigers!"

    Coach Riles was nearing 50 and had been teaching eager young Texas
boys how to play Texas football for nearly three decades. He was the
third winningest coach in Texas collegiate history and had been to
three bowl games. He was short, three full inches shorter than
Barbara, but barrel chested and strong as a bull. He had sandy gray
hair and a cowlick that just wouldn't stay down. His skin was leathery
and creased from countless seasons in that hot Texas sun. He had a
wife and three children, all girls unfortunately, but nothing was more
important to him than good hard played Texas football. And that
included the WAT women's swim team.

    "I am being realistic, Ethan. If my girls are going to compete on
a national level, this is the bare..." Barbara stressed the word, "...bare
minimum that we need to do it."

    "That's thirteen thousand dollars over your budget, Barbara."
Ethan took off his glasses and rubbed his nose.

    "I've looked at the books, Ethan. You can get it," she looked at
Coach Riles briefly, "out of the football program."

    "Now hold on there a minute, missy!" Coach Riles straightened up.
He'd been expecting this as soon as he'd heard about the budget
meeting the woman had asked for. "This here's Texas football. This
ain't some mamby-pamby back east Yankee charm school!"

    "Mamby-pamby?" Barbara looked at the stout man, knowing he was
putting on the good 'ol boy act just for her benefit. "Is that a
football term?"

    "Don't you get smart mouthed with me," Riles warned her. "Football
brings a lot of money to this school. Hell, to this whole danged
community. Folks don't pay good money to see girls going swimming, we
got the pond for that." He looked at the college president. "You tell
her Ethan."

    "Now Barbara," Ethan began. "The football program does make us
some money, it's a valuable resource that supports an awful lot of
programs that we otherwise couldn't fund. You know that. But..."

    "Oh, please, Ethan. You spent 35 thousand on a new stadium that
hasn't been filled to capacity once since it opened. You have a local
radio contract bringing in five grand a year, and some team promos
that might bring in another two. All your money comes from national
and state college education funds, boosters, and NCAA profit sharing.
Don't tell me football is big business around here, because it's
running in the red."

    "Running in the red? What? You little..." Coach Riles almost said a
bad word, but he didn't. "Now you looky here, none of that matters a
whit cause it's Texas football, you understand?"

    Barbara nodded. "I understand fine. That's your entire argument:
it's Texas football. Well excuse me, but it's time for a reality
check. Texas football isn't the only game in town, coach. Didn't you
hear the news? We're national. West Abilene is on the map."

    "What's she talking about, Ethan?" Coach Riles fished a cigar from
his pocket and clamped his teeth around it.

    "ESPN2 is coming to town. They want to do a couple of our swim
meets, the big ones against Texas A&M and Arizona State." Ethan looked
kind of happy about it too, which made Coach Riles decidedly unhappy.

    "When's the last time you played a real football team, coach?"
Barbara rubbed it in. "My girls are favored over those schools. We're
ranked third in the nation behind UCLA and USC." Her voice softened a
little. "I'm not asking for a lot, just what we need. You can afford
it coach, everybody knows about the Fun Budget."

    Ethan turned around and sighed; sincerely wishing she hadn't said
that.

    Coach Riles stared at her. "That 'Fun Budget' as you call it is a
valuable recruiting tool. There ain't nothing illegal about it, now
you know that Ethan." He jabbed his cigar at the college president who
couldn't see the gesture. "I got to get good players, good players
mean wins, wins mean bowls and bowls mean money, and that means..." he
shrugged like the answer was obvious, "...good players."

    "Riiiight," Barbara nodded. "Okay. Anyway, what it means to me is
that the NCAA might be interested in that new truck your quarterback
is telling everybody he's getting. Or how about the uh...pep squad that
came down from the Mustang Ranch in Nevada to pep up the defense?" She
stared at Ethan's back. "That was 8 grand right there." She looked
back at Coach Riles. "Your running back, Lopez? He goes home every
month to Phoenix, roundtrip and all expenses paid. The wide receivers
got, what was it? Oh yeah, 2500 dollars apiece in clothing expenses
last year. I didn't know Armani made football jerseys, coach. Do you
want me to go on?"

    "You little whore..." Riles stared at her.

    "My girls get what they need," Barbara told the two men seriously.
"Or I'll put your football program on ESPN Primetime."


=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=


    "That was the budget meeting on Friday?" Tina asked. "The day
Barbara died?"

    "Yeah," Ethan nodded, sitting in the front seat of the Ranger's
car while she drove them towards the Howard Johnson's and Emily
Thomas.

    "Was she right?" Tina asked him.

    "About the budget?" Ethan sighed. "Yeah, Barbara wasn't stupid.
Riles was grabbing a lot of money and passing it around."

    "And you knew about it?"

    "I knew," the man said. "Everyone knows. Football is like religion
around here and people want to believe."

    It wasn't much of an explanation, the college president thought,
and certainly not an excuse of any sort, but it was the truth
nonetheless. The football program was part of the college and the
college made the community. It had just gotten out of hand is all and
that was Ethan's fault, he knew, more than anyone else's. He didn't
have an excuse for that either.


=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=


    "Shit," Vasquez breathed as soon as she found the door to Emily's
room ajar. The anchor for the chain lock had been pulled out of the
door frame, leaving the wood torn and splintered.

    "Stay here," she told Moore softly, pulling her Beretta from her
purse and she stood to the side and pushed the door open slowly.

    There'd been a struggle, that much was obvious. The cheap motel
furniture was askew, a chair fallen over and one of the bedside lamps
broken on the floor. The mattress was pushed across the box spring and
Tina found Emily's purse and her car keys, but no sign of the woman.

    "What happened?" Ethan wondered, looking in from the doorway and
Tina shook her head.

    "Are you the police?" an old voice asked and Ethan looked to see
grey haired woman of about seventy peering from her motel room two
doors down.

    "Uh...Detective?" Ethan called Vasquez.

    "We heard the noise," one of the women, Bernice, told Tina and she
was the younger of the two sisters, being only sixty-six.

    "I wanted to call the police," Mona, the older one, said.

    "But we're on our way to Santa Fe," Bernice nodded. "My
granddaughter just had her first baby."

    "Eleanor Rose," Mona nodded.

    "We don't want any trouble," Bernice said. "And those two men..."

    "One was black," Mona whispered.

    "...Well, we were so frightened!"

    "I understand," Tina nodded sympathetically, but it was a struggle
to control her emotions. "These two men...One was black, the other one..."

    "Oh, he was white," Mona almost smiled. "A young man too and so
handsome. I thought he was the girl's boyfriend."

    "I knew he wasn't," Bernice wrinkled her nose and adjusted her
tortoise shell glasses with both hands. "She was too old for him."

    "Okay, they were both young?" Tina asked with a patience she
didn't feel. "Like...How old would you say?"

    "Oh, well it's hard to tell with the darkies," Mona frowned.

    "About thirty, I think," Bernice said.

    "No! They were younger than that," Mona looked at her sister and
then looked at Tina. "We only saw them out the window."

    "Just for a second," Bernice nodded. "I wanted to call the
police."

    "Yes ma'am," Tina nodded. "The white one, what did he look like?"

    "Oh! He was handsome," Bernice said.

    "He had black hair and, um...It was short too," Mona said.

    "Kind of brown hair," Bernice decided. "He was clean though. Such
a nice looking boy."

    "The other one looked mean," Mona actually shivered. "Those people
frighten me."

    "Okay," Tina glanced at Ethan and the man shook his head. "You
said they took her downstairs..."

    "Right past our door!" Bernice nodded.

    "Downstairs," Mona said. "They carried her. The black one did,
over his shoulder like a sack of flour."

    "She wasn't struggling?" Tina asked "Yelling or..."

    "Oh no," Bernice shook her head.

    "I think she fainted," Mona nodded. "I know I would have!"

    "They put her in a truck," Bernice said. "A white one."

    "It was brown," Mona corrected her sister.

    "Cream colored?" Bernice looked at Mona and they both nodded.

    "What kind of truck?" Tina asked.

    "A pickup truck," Bernice said. "It had those big tires on it."

    "One of those monster trucks," Mona agreed with a smile. "Like
Bigfoot."

    "She likes monster trucks," Bernice explained. "It's too noisy for
me."

    "Setter," Ethan said and Tina looked at him. "Mike Setter. He's
the quarterback of the football team. He drives a truck like that. I
don't know why he'd..."

    "Where would they take her?" Tina cut the man off. The why wasn't
all that important to her just then; whoever had Emily had a thirty
minute head start on the Ranger.

    "I don't know," Ethan rubbed his jaw. "But I know someone who
probably does."

    "Ladies, thank you for your help," Tina said to the sisters and
about then she noted one of the sheriff's patrol cars pulling into the
parking lot. "A deputy will be up here shortly to take your
statements."

    "Oh," Bernice nodded at that.

    "We'll be able to leave town, right?" Mona wondered. "We don't
want any trouble."

    "You'll be fine," Tina forced herself to smile. "Congratulations
on your new granddaughter."

    "She was nice..." Tina heard one of them saying as she and Moore
left the room quickly.

    "...for a Mexican," the other woman agreed.

    "Riles?" Tina asked and the college president nodded his head.

    "He lives on campus," Moore told her. "He'll have a good idea
where his boys are."

    "I hope so," Tina sighed.


=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=


    "Now what?" Riles frowned as he looked through the screen door
leading to his front porch. "Come to arrest me?"

    "Later," Tina said. "I'm looking for one of your players..."

    "Mike Setter," Ethan said and Riles narrowed his eyes, looking
past Tina and he hadn't realized someone else was there with her.

    "Haven't seen him," Riles said, putting his eyes back on Tina. "So
if you ain't arrestin' me..."

    "But you know where he is," Tina said, pulling the door open with
her right hand and behind her the college president's eyes widened as
he realized the woman was holding her pistol behind her back.

    "Nope," Riles put on a wry smile and shook his head and all of
that was a little more than the Ranger was willing to put up with
under the circumstances.

    Vasquez grabbed the man's shirt with her right hand and jabbed the
muzzle of her 9mm painfully into his crotch with the other one,
pushing the surprised football coach back into his own living room. He
was a thick man, and strong, but none of that seemed to matter as the
woman holding him spun a very surprised Buck Riles around and pinned
him against the wall like a wayward schoolboy. Tina, like any Texas
Ranger, wasn't uncomfortable with physical confrontation when it was
necessary.

    "You might want to take a moment to think about it," Vasquez
breathed. "I'll blow your balls straight to hell if I have to ask
again."

    "Ethan...You see what she's doin' here?" Riles swallowed hard and
his face was turning red with anger and not a little fear. The woman
looked and sounded very serious.

    "Not sure I do, Coach," Ethan said slowly.

    "Where is he?" Tina asked, her green eyes flashing through the
shadows covering her beautiful face.

    "Canyon," Riles gasped with a grimace as Tina pushed her weapon
against his scrotum even harder, angling the pistol upward. "Mule
Creek Canyon...Fuck!"

    "You know where that is?" Tina asked Moore without looking at him
and the older man nodded.

    "About an hour from here," Ethan said.

    "Buck? What's going on?" the man's wife was coming out of the
kitchen and Tina let him go.

    "I'll have your badge for that," Riles glared at the Ranger.
"That's police brutality...I'll sue your ass, bitch..."

    Tina was already out the door and she didn't bother answering the
man. She was an hour behind Emily now and if Riles was lying...Having a
gun shoved into his balls was going to be the least of his worries; it
was the bullet that would really hurt.


=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=


    "That goddamn Yankee bitch!" Coach Riles slammed his fist into a
locker as he pushed through his locker room towards his office. Mike
and Dale looked at each other and shrugged. They were the team's star
quarterback and middle linebacker respectively and they were just
finishing a good workout.

    "Coach is pissed again," Dale said.

    "What else is new?" Mike looked at his thumb, he'd pulled the
tendon the other day, but it seemed to be healing okay. "Maybe I
should see what's going on."

    Dale nodded and grabbed a towel, heading off to shower. Mike,
being the quarterback, was the team's leader on the field, and off it
too. He was a big and good-looking 22 year old senior, and the boy was
looking at European Football, since he had serious doubts about
getting drafted by the NFL. He wrapped a towel around his waist and
knocked on the coach's open door. It would be better to talk to the
coach first, Mike knew, rather than let the man stew and decide to
take out his anger on his players during practice. Coach was like that
sometimes and nobody enjoyed it.

    "Coach Riles?" he ventured. The coach was sitting in his old
swivel chair, smoking a cigar and looking through an old playbook.

    "Yeah?" Coach looked up. "What is it Mike? How's that thumb,
boy?"

    "It's good coach." Mike held it up and worked it a little for the
man. "I just uh, heard you come in a few minutes ago. Is everything
okay, coach?"

    "What? Oh, yeah. Yeah, hell, everything's fine." He looked at Mike
and an idea suddenly struck him. "Hey, what do you think about that
swim coach?"

    "Miss Welch?" Mike shrugged. "I dunno, she's okay I guess." He was
looking at the coach's face trying to figure out what Riles was
looking for. "She's got a great body."

    Coach grinned. "Hell yeah, she got that boy!" She also had balls
the size of Texas watermelons, sticking it to him the way she had in
front of that little prick Ethan. Well, two could play that game...Texas
style! Coach Riles laughed to himself as his puzzled quarterback
shrugged and turned away, heading back to his locker.

    "Hey, Mike."

    The young man turned around and looked at Coach Riles sticking his
head out the door. "Yeah Coach?"

    "How about we call a little team meeting this afternoon, round
4:30 or so. Just the offensive line, you, and Lopez. I got a new play
I want to look over with you boys." He stared at his young quarterback
until the young man nodded.

    "Sure, Coach."

    "And let's just keep this under our hats, huh? Defense don't need
to know," Riles winked and went back in his office, closing the door.


=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=


    "This here's Texas football, you girly girl!"

    "I can't believe you did that!" Lisa Thomas laughed at Barbara as
the older woman did a fair imitation of Coach Riles.

    Lisa was only 19 and a college freshman. She was awfully pretty,
with sunny blonde hair and bright blue eyes, a generous mouth and a
tight little body that being on the swim team had toned into something
special. She had an unexpected gift for the water as it turned out,
much to her surprise.

    That Friday afternoon, Lisa wasn't in the water, she was laying on
Barbara Welch's bed, bare naked and basking in the afterglow of making
love with her coach, friend, and lover. She played with her hard brown
nipples absently and rubbed her thighs together, trying to tease
Barbara back into bed.

    "Yeah, I can hardly believe it either, but I did it!" Barbara
smiled and felt her own body still flushing. "I got us the money. Now
all we have to do is win, girlfriend."

    "That's not...all...we have to do, is it, Barb?" Lisa smiled impishly
and the older woman shook her head happily.

    Barbara crawled across the bed into Lisa's waiting arms, kissing
her sweetly on the mouth. Barbara had always been gay, but she'd
always avoided getting involved with a student at all costs, until
meeting Lisa. Somehow love just had a way of making you forget about
what you should or shouldn't be doing. And a moment later, feeling the
girl's smooth warm body moving beneath her, Barbara sighed and forgot
about everything.


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    Or something like that, Tina figured, and Ethan had spoken of what
he knew and suspected, giving the Ranger his own visions of what had
happened the afternoon before Barbara's murder. Maybe he was right,
maybe not. Nobody would ever know what Barbara and Lisa had shared the
last time they were together, but Tina could imagine the warmth
between them easily enough. The love they found in each other and it
wouldn't have been so different from her own feelings about Emily.

    "Why do you think they took her?" Ethan asked and Tina shrugged.

    They were driving down a dirty road through the Texas night as
fast as Tina dared. It was unpaved and unmarked and the big Crown
Victoria bounced wildly at times, but she wouldn't slow down and right
then Vasquez was pushing eighty miles an hour and thinking that was
much too slow.

    "People get away with something, they figure they can do it
again," Tina said and if there was a anything she regretted about her
chosen profession, it was this. Tina knew exactly the sort of things
that could happen to Emily and she tried hard not to think about the
cases she'd worked in the past.

    "I wonder if they know who she is," Ethan frowned, thinking it was
all too unfair to be coincidence or bad luck. Barbara, Lisa, and now
Emily...

    "You think they'd care?" Tina asked him, sparing the man a glance
even as her foot pressed down on the gas.

    "No," Ethan shook his head.

    "Me neither," Tina frowned, thinking they would soon enough. She'd
see to that personally.


=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=


    "What are you doing?" Tina looked at the man as she stood near the
open trunk of her car.

    She was changing clothes, which may have seemed a little odd, but
running around the desert at night in high heels and a business suit
wasn't going to get her too far. It didn't take but a minute anyway
and Tina was buttoning her jeans beneath the modesty of her skirt
while Moore looked politely in a different direction.

    "Going with you," Ethan Moore said.

    "No," the Ranger shook her head. "Stay here with the car. If I'm
not back in half an hour, use the radio..."

    "You don't know how many of them there are," Ethan was shaking his
head. "I'm in it now, I always was. Let me help."

    Tina looked at the man and she knew she wasn't being smart. She
hadn't done anything like she was supposed to, not since finding
Emily's motel room empty. She should have called for backup and Moore
was right, she didn't know how many of them were out there. She could
hear the music coming over the rise a few hundred yards away. She
could see the glow of a large fire. Maybe it was just the two of them,
Setter and his black friend, but more than likely it would be more
than that.

    "You ever shoot a gun?" she asked the college president.

    "I'm from Texas," Moore almost smiled at the woman and he looked
down. "I did a tour in 'Nam. I think I can remember how to shoot one
of those," he pointed at the M16 strapped into the trunk.

    "Yeah?" Tina nodded. "Alright. You wear this though and you stay
behind me at all times, understand? I do the talking and I do the
shooting, you just keep your eyes open."

    Moore took the Kevlar vest from Tina's hands after removing his
suit coat and he put it on. She picked up the M16 assault rifle and a
thirty round clip, ramming it home and snapping the bolt before
handing it to the man.

    "The safety's on," Vasquez told him seriously.

    "Yeah," Moore nodded and after nearly forty years his hands felt
right at home around the weapon.

    "Take a bunch of these, stuff them in your back pocket..." she gave
him a dozen plastic zip-ties, thick and strong. "Anything goes wrong,
you get back here and drive away. Don't wait on me. Don't try and be
the hero."

    "I'll be okay," Moore said, watching as Vasquez fed eight shotgun
shells into her Remington 12 gauge.

    It was a semi-automatic shotgun and Tina worked the bolt,
chambering a round before replacing it with another in the magazine.
Vasquez was already wearing light combat webbing over her blouse and
the Ranger's Beretta hung just beneath and to the side of her left
breast. She picked up a small, but powerful flashlight and handed it
to Moore who pushed it into his pocket.

    "Ready?" Vasquez asked the man and Moore nodded.

    On the other side of the rise a bonfire was going, fed with broken
pallets some of the boys had stolen from behind the supermarket. There
were several kegs of beer already tapped and four vehicles parked
nearby. One of them, a large pickup truck, was blaring rap music from
a boombox mounted atop the cab. There were six boys there, young men
really; all large and healthy as they whooped and yelled, some of them
sitting near the fire, a couple sitting on the tailgate of beat up
station wagon, and one of them, a large black man, was dancing around
a seventh figure who was busy raping the woman trapped beneath him.

    Emily Thomas was laying spread eagle on a blanket, her wrists and
ankles tied to tent pegs driven into the hard desert scrub. Her
clothing had been cut away, some of it, the rest torn from her bruised
body. No amount of begging had brought the woman sympathy from her
attackers and her cries for help had gone unnoticed in the remote
Texas night. She'd screamed herself hoarse and that had only amused
the young men who'd taunted her at first, pushing her between them as
they took turns groping her body, occasionally slapping or punching
the woman if she tried to resist too much.

    By luck of the draw, a man named Larry had the pleasure of
"breaking the bitch's cherry" as they liked to call it. He was well
over six feet tall and some three hundred pounds of football player,
black as coal and eagerly stabbing his swollen prick into the pale
woman beneath him. She'd been dry and tight as hell in the beginning,
but now the center for the WAT Tigers was laughing and telling his
friends how wet and hungry that pretty blonde cunt was for his big
black cock.

    "Thirsty bitch? You ain't been fucked yet!" Steve laughed loudly,
grabbing Emily by the hair and pouring a large cup of beer into her
open mouth like he was trying to drown her. The blond haired boy
laughed as the helpless woman choked and coughed, spitting as she
jerked her head one way and then the other. They'd already forced her
to drink quite a lot and the alcohol was almost something of a mercy
as Emily slipped into shock.

    "White pussy!" Roy laughed and he was naked, dancing around so his
massive black belly jiggled in the firelight. His cock was already
hard and he held it in his fist, shaking it like a club. Watching his
friend pummel the woman's cunt, stretching her pussy around Larry's
thick penis, was making him impatient for his own turn with her.

    "Tap that shit! She's lovin' it!" Miguel laughed and he gave Mike
a high five as they sat together with their backs to the fire. All of
them were more than happy with Mike and Roy's blonde contribution to
their little getaway.

    "Be fuckin' that bitch all weekend, man!" Mike said. "Gonna bust
that slut wide open!"

    BLAM!!

    The boombox exploded beneath the angry report of a shotgun blast
and for a brief second there was a profound silence as the seven men
stared at the one woman who was holding the weapon.

    "Umph..." Emily choked out a weak sob and then everyone was yelling.

    "Texas Ranger! Everybody down!" Vasquez shouted, looking over the
barrel of her shotgun. "Down on the ground! Now!"

    "Who the fuck are you?" Roy demanded, still holding his cock.

    "That was my tunes, bitch!" Miguel frowned, staring at the cab of
Mike's pickup truck where his boombox used to be.

    "Don't shoot! Jesus!" Mike was holding up his hands.

    Larry was pushing himself off Emily, his eyes wide as he looked
around in the confusion. Since most of his friends were between him
and whoever was shooting, he decided to take off running the other
way.

    "I said down!" Vasquez turned towards Ray McGregor and Billy
Dennison, who were still sitting on the back of Billy's station
wagon.

    BLAM!!

    Tina fired again, this time shooting out the driver's window of
Billy's car, which actually belonged to his girlfriend. That dropped
most everyone to the ground, Tina was happy to see, except for Miguel
who was still staring at what was left of his boombox.

    "Down! Get down now!" Tina yelled at him and Miguel blinked as he
realized he was staring down the barrel of a 12 gauge shotgun from
less than a dozen feet away. That woke him up and he dropped quickly.

    Larry was down for another reason. Having decided to run for his
car, the man had made a circle around the edge of the firelight and he
suddenly found Ethan Moore standing in the way.

    BAP-BAP-BAP

    Three rounds of 5.56mm ammo kicked up dirt and gravel just a few
feet in front of the boy and Larry stumbled with fear and confusion,
having not seen Moore at all until the rifle flashed in the old man's
hands. He fell flat on his face and as he started to scramble back to
his feet, he felt the cold steel of the M16 against the back of his
neck, pushing him back down like the finger of God.

    "D-Don't shoot me!" he breathed.

    "You know where you are, son?" Ethan asked him softly.

    "Moore?" Vasquez was shouting for him, but Ethan ignored her for
the moment.

    "You're in Texas," Moore said. "You're a black man raping a white
woman...in Texas."

    "Ethan! Are you okay?" Vasquez called again. "Talk to me!"

    "Shootin' you would be a favor," Moore whispered, feeling the
trigger giving way beneath the pressure of his finger.

    "Moore!" Vasquez frowned because she didn't know where he was and
she had six nervous, frightened, half-drunk men on the ground in front
of her. If one of them tried anything she'd have to put him down quick
and hard and she didn't want that.

    "Yeah!" Moore eased his finger. "I got one," he told Vasquez and
he gave Larry a kick in the thigh. "Crawl to the fire...Don't get up.
Crawl."

    "Emily? Are you okay?" Tina called out to the woman, but got no
reply and it was a long five minutes before she could check on her.

    Moore bound the boys' wrists together using the zip-ties, yanking
the plastic tight with a sharp ratcheting sound, while Tina covered
him with the shotgun. She searched them quickly once that was done and
lined them up nice and neat and face down on the dirt, telling Moore
in a loud voice to shoot anyone who tried to get up or free himself.

    "Oh, I wish one of them would," Moore replied seriously, holding
the seven college boys down while Tina moved to take care of Emily.

    The woman was in shock, shivering and barely conscious as Tina cut
her free from the tent pegs. She'd been beaten, not terribly, but
enough and Tina had to fight back her emotions. Tears threatened the
Ranger's eyes as she checked Emily's body, wanting to be sure she
could move her safely. Emily's once beautiful face was bruised and her
lips swollen and cut. Her body too was discolored in places and her
sex was torn from the brutal rape she'd been forced to endure.

    Emily was alive though and that was enough to be thankful for.
Tina spoke to her gently and the woman's eyes widened slightly at the
sound. She groaned weakly and tried to smile perhaps, but couldn't.
Her lips moved and finally all she could manage was a small nod. Emily
knew Tina was there and that was enough to let her close her eyes and
escape the pain of what she'd been through.

    The bruised woman slept for the ninety minutes it took for the
ambulance to arrive. Deputy Hansen was leading it with two more
deputies following in a borrowed school bus of all things. It had
seemed like the easiest way to move seven suspects back to West
Abilene. Behind the bus another car followed, this one carrying the
two uniformed state troopers that Mahoney had called up from San
Antonio. Another Ranger would be there in the morning to take over
Tina's case, a detective named Hearst who was very good at his job and
Tina was satisfied with that.

    "Drive my car back for me, Ethan?" Tina asked the college
president.

    "You want to ride in the ambulance?" he asked and as much as
Vasquez did want to be with Emily, she shook her head.

    "No," Tina said and she started walking towards the school bus.


=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=


    One of the perks of being the swim coach was unlimited access to
the pool. Lisa was taking a bath and then she'd fix a nice dinner for
the two of them, but Barbara liked to exercise, especially after
making love, it just felt so good. Since moving in together,
unofficially of course, it had become their habit to make love as soon
as classes were over. Then Barbara would go for a little jog, two
miles to the pool facilities, and then swim for a solid hour before
jogging back home to have dinner. This day was no different, and she
bent over the tub to kiss Lisa quickly as the young woman splashed at
her and told Barbara to hurry back.

    The hot Texas sun was low in the western sky and it felt good to
be outside. It had been a very, very good day all around. Barbara was
going to get her money, television was coming to town, and her girls
were going to show the rest of the country what they could do. All she
needed now was a nice swim and a good dinner, and a long night with
Lisa...Barbara sighed, wondering how she'd gotten so lucky.

    The pool at West Abilene was an indoor facility, with small
windows way up high and some folding bleachers along one wall. It was
old, and not in the best of shape. It was in desperate need of
maintenance and would get it soon enough. Barbara tried to imagine the
place packed with spectators and better yet, with ESPN's cameras.

    Barbara walked through the pool area and towards the short stairs
leading to the girl's locker room. She was going to shower the sweat
off and change into her suit. She passed the small room where the
sauna and Jacuzzi entrances were, noticing the lights were on and
wondering why. The so-called 'Therapy Room' was a waste of money, in
Barbara's opinion, but the sauna and hot tub been installed before
she'd arrived at WAT and the girls liked them. But there shouldn't
have been anyone in there.

    "Hello?" Barbara called out, pushing open the door to the sauna
first. It was cool inside; nobody had been using that all week.
Barbara frowned and turned around just as she heard a noise behind
her.

    A couple different pairs of big hands grabbed the woman, lifting
her off her feet so that more hands could grab her flailing arms and
legs. She started screaming and her attackers carried her quickly into
the Jacuzzi room.

    "Miguel, go lock the doors!" someone said and Barbara felt a beefy
hand clamp down over her mouth, stifling her cries for help. She
looked around wide-eyed and recognized the men as members of the
football team. They were all huge too, the ones holding her, because
they were Mike's offensive line. The smallest was 6'3" and weighed 240
lbs, the largest 6'6" and 310lbs of ebony muscle. Barbara was a
strong, healthy woman, but her hopes for escape sank quickly as she
realized who and how many were holding her.

    "Listen Coach..." It was the quarterback, Mike something, talking to
her. Barbara tried to remember their names, but couldn't. She thought
she could reason with them, if she could only remember their names.
"Stop fighting and listen."

    The young man's voice was reasonable and she let her body relax,
but the men holding her down, pinning Barbara to the hard tiled floor,
were not letting her go. They still held her tight.

    "You be a good girl now, Coach. We heard about what you did today,
messing with our Fun Budget. That ain't too smart, understand me?" One
of the big football players looked at Mike and growled a little. It
was quite frightening to Barbara, but Mike just waved his hand at him.
"So you owe us, Coach. Big time, you understand? You wanna fuck with
our football team, so now we wanna fuck with you. Got it?"

    The running back, Lopez, was coming back, having just locked the
building down tight. Then he'd locked the locker room, and just now he
turned the lock on the door to the Jacuzzi room. That was a lot of
locks between Barbara and freedom, she realized. But deep down inside,
Barbara Welch was feeling real fear for the first time, and it was
stealing her reason.

    "So you just give us a good time and we'll let you go,
understand?" Mike smiled as the beautiful woman nodded beneath his
center's big hand. Her eyes were wide with fear, he saw, and that was
a good thing. She wasn't stupid, Mike thought. Barbara would do as she
was told. She'd get a nice good long gangbang and they'd send her on
her way, maybe repeating the lesson every once in awhile just to
remind her she was still in Texas and nobody messed with Texas
football!

    "Who knows?" Larry chuckled in the woman's face. "A dyke like you
might even enjoy it, Coach."

    "Okay guys, let's do it!" Mike grinned at his frontline and Larry,
the team's center, pulled his hand away from Barbara's mouth. "We're
all gonna do you, so just relax and enjoy the ride, Barbie."

    Barbara didn't say anything, but her eyes grew damp with tears of
shame as the men started ripping off her clothes. Mike had thought of
giving her the chance to take them off herself, but he didn't want her
too relaxed. This was a punishment, a rape, not some Yankee orgy
designed to make the bitch feel good. No, he wanted her scared just
like Riles told him. It would make her easier to control anyway, he
thought.

    "Goddam! Look at them titties!" one of the men said, pawing at her
like an animal and squeezing her firm flesh. Barbara bit her lip and
closed her eyes. She tried to cover herself, pulling up her legs, and
covering her breasts with her arms, but the boys just pulled her back
again. They weren't really holding her anymore, just playing with
her.

    "I'm gonna make her suck my dick!" someone said.

    "I want some of that ass, Lordy!" another person said.

    "We all gonna fuck her all night long, ain't that right Mike?" the
biggest man asked.

    Barbara was suddenly terrified as the quarterback responded. "Long
as it takes, Roy. We fuck this bitch as long as it takes."

    She bolted with the sudden knowledge they weren't just going to
rape her vagina, they were going to rape her everyway they could, as
many times as they could. She started screaming again and kicked out
blindly, catching Mike squarely in the balls. He groaned and dropped
to his knees, his face going white.

    The other guys grabbed Barbara and got her quickly under control,
laughing and joking while they did it, but as soon as they saw their
quarterback was in pain, the man they were supposed to protect, their
good natured annoyance turned to anger.

    "Fucking...bitch!" Mike groaned.

    Ray slapped Barbara's face hard, so hard that her teeth rattled
and a little blood appeared at the corner of her mouth.

    "You stupid whore!" Roy grabbed her and flipped the dazed coach
easily over the edge of the Jacuzzi so her head and shoulders went
into the turbulent water. Barbara shook her head as Roy began slapping
her bare ass hard with his huge hand. She screamed into the water and
felt panic seize her heart. She closed her mouth as it filled with the
warm bubbling water, tasting the strong chlorine which was burning her
eyes.

    Mike sat on the floor, starting to feel a little better. He'd been
knocked in the balls before, of course, but damn that woman had some
strong legs and had caught him unprepared. Lopez was next to him and
together they watched Roy spank that sweet bare ass until it was
burning red. The rest of the offensive line was cheering him on,
laughing and joking about it.

    Barbara struggled uselessly against the big fist wrapped around
her neck, pushing her into the water. She tried pushing against the
bottom of the Jacuzzi with her hands, but it was no use. She tried
kicking with her feet too, but a couple guys just grabbed them,
holding her tight. She felt her ass being burned raw by the constant
and painful spanking she was getting. It terrible and humiliating. She
felt her lungs burning as well and fought to hold her breath.

    Roy finally pulled the woman's head out of the water and the guys
laughed as Barbara gasped and coughed, sputtering with a sudden sob.
"Let's just do her like this!" someone said and that was all it took.
Mike was feeling better and watching that cute ass getting tanned had
given him a terrific hard-on despite the ache in his balls, or maybe
because of it. Somehow the atmosphere of raping Barbara Welch was an
awful lot like that of a football game.

    "Me first!" the quarterback said, claiming the woman as he rose to
his feet and dropped his pants. "Kick me in the balls, bitch? Fuck
you!" Mike moved behind her as Roy made room, never letting go of
Barbara's neck. The big football player kept her bent over the tub and
Barbara screamed as she felt Mike rubbing his cockhead around, looking
for the entrance to her womb.

    "Shut the dyke up, Roy!" Lopez called out, laughing and stripping
off his own clothes. He was going second, before those big linemen
really stretched Coach Welch too far for him to feel it.

    Roy pushed Barbara's head under the water again and she jerked
against the strong hands now gripping her arms and wrists, pulling the
woman in opposite directions. Barbara's shoulders ached and threatened
to dislocate as Roy pushed her head down further. The woman thrashed
wildly when Mike finally caught her vaginal opening with his prick and
shoved himself inside the woman hard, burying his cock inside her
unprepared sex completely with one thrust. He grabbed Barbara's hips,
grinning at his teammates as he fucked the woman mercilessly.

    "Oh fuck yeah!" he laughed. "She is so fucking tight!"

    He had no way of knowing Barbara had never been with a man before.
Not even once in her life. She'd never wanted or needed to feel a
penis inside her body and now, this first time, Barbara's mind
screamed out against it. She kicked her legs uselessly as they were
spread around the man raping her, banging her knees sharply against
the hard fiberglass of the Jacuzzi as if to punctuate Mike's urgent
thrusts. She wept beneath the water, unable to vent her pain and
loathing any other way. Rape! Her mind screamed, over and over again.
They're raping me!

    The man holding her down lifted Barbara back up after nearly a
minute, giving her a few seconds of precious air before he pushed her
down again. "Hey, I'm going next you guys! Whoever holds the bitch
goes next, new rule!" Roy grinned, proud that he'd thought of it.

    "After me!" Lopez called out, stroking his stiff Hispanic cock.
"You block for me, remember?"

    Roy nodded a little reluctantly. "I'm third!" he amended his new
rule and then laughed. "You fumble though and I'm going for the end
zone, Lopez." Everyone laughed at that because Lopez had a reputation
for dropping a few and it was a sore spot for him.

    "Here it comes, coach!" Mike yelled as he felt his cock starting
to erupt in the depths of Barbara Welch's violated pussy. Roy pulled
her head out so she could cough and gasp while she felt a man's hot
seed inside her womb for the first time in her life.

    "No more, Pleee..." her begging was cut off as Roy pushed Barbara
back down. Mike pulled out and walked away chuckling and stretching a
little. Miguel took his place, finding her stretched hole easily,
dripping with his quarterback's fresh sperm streaked pink with blood,
and he pushed inside.

    "Jesus Cristo!" he looked over his shoulder at Mike. "This little
puta is tight, bro! I thought you had a dick!"

    "Fuck you!" Mike laughed. "Dyke bitch probably never been fucked
in her life! We're doing you a favor, cunt!"

    For Barbara, who had thought Mike's penis was huge, Lopez felt
like he was tearing her in two. Even with the added lubrication of the
Mike's hot sperm, her muscles had just never experienced anything like
it. Barbara had never been into toys, just tongues and fingers and the
gentle love she found in another woman's arms. She opened her mouth
and voiced her pain and outrage into the water, making her own bubbles
to mix with the soft jets of the tub.

    It took nearly ten minutes before Lopez was finished, shooting his
spunk even deeper than Mike had. Roy had been careful about yanking
Barbara's head out of the water every minute or so, sometimes a little
longer, but not too bad. He turned the job over to Steve, and shucked
off his pants quickly to expose a massive club of a prick.

    "Blue 32! Blue 32! Hike...Hike...Hike!" Mike yelled at his center,
everyone laughing, and on the third 'hike!' Roy slammed his cock into
the lovely swim coach's pussy as hard as he could.

    Not too many of the girls he'd gone out with had even wanted to
try and take all of him, even the whores from Nevada the coach had
flown down, but this one would. Roy had no doubts about Barbara Welch
as she struggled beneath him. He gave a loud grunt of approval as he
felt the thick blunt head of his cock bottom out against Barbara's
cervix, but there were still several more inches to go. He just needed
to try again!

    Barbara felt an intense shock of pain deep in her belly when Roy
entered her. The thin soft tissue of her vagina was caught between her
own protesting muscles and the awful insistence of Roy's oversized
member. She felt as if he'd stuck a knife in her womb and twisted it
and then suddenly, it was a thousand times worse as he plowed
mercilessly against her cervix. She took a breath in painful surprise,
unable to stop herself from doing so. Her whole body was jerking
violently, and the boys actually had to fight to hold her legs, while
Steve just leaned down harder on her neck and shoulders.

    Water flooded Barbara's lungs and the pain in her sex became
acute, the worst she'd ever known. Far worse than any menstrual cramp,
worse than anything she'd experienced or even dreamt possible. She was
unaware of Roy's movements, of how he pulled his huge cock back and
rammed himself in so hard he'd thought he'd broken his cock in two.
The man actually pulled it out to look at it. He was quite relieved to
see it was fine and he looked around a little sheepishly before
slamming it home a third time, striving for that extra two inches of
room that wasn't there.

    It wasn't there until the eighth or ninth inhuman stroke, when his
cockhead finally battered its way as deeply as possible, bruising and
tearing the soft flesh around it. Barbara coughed and retched beneath
the water as her lungs rebelled against the watery breath she'd taken
instinctively a moment before. But every cough made her lungs draw
inward once again and more water entered her lungs. Her body's
reaction to the situation was making it worse, drowning her, and even
as she fought it valiantly, Barbara knew she was going to lose.

    The coach's body jerked wildly, and then went limp for a moment,
then spasmed again comically and then finally there was nothing. The
guys laughed and Roy slapped Barbara's ass hard while he fucked her
easily now. "Shake it for me, bitch! Come on coach!" And he laughed
hard as he stroked his cock happily in and out, not noticing the thick
blood that covered his shaft until Larry pointed it out.

    "I think she was a virgin!" Larry said. Then he bust into a huge
grin and laughed. Roy just looked around proudly as he fucked her even
harder.

    Beneath the water, Barbara's eyes were open, staring sightlessly
into the murky water created by the warm jets around her. Her mouth
was open and tongue lolled between her teeth. Her last thought, as
panic and fear and pain had finally and mercifully passed, had been
that she would miss Lisa very much.

    "Hey, Steve, you better give the bitch some air, man!" Roy was
getting ready to cum any second and he wanted to see Coach Welch's
beautiful face when he filled her tight little cunt with his sperm.
He'd been saving it up for awhile and this was gonna be a special
load!

    Steve pulled Barbara's head out of the water, expecting her usual
coughing and sputtering and hopefully a little begging, so he could
dunk the stupid bitch again right away. "Ohhhhhh fuck!" Roy shouted as
he sprayed his cum deep against the ruins of Barbara's cervix. "Holy
fuck! Take that, Coach!" He was laughing and still cumming when he
realized everyone else was quiet and staring at the woman, even though
Steve had dropped Barbara's head back into the Jacuzzi.

    "Is she..." Roy looked at Steve as his cock jerked weakly, finishing
his orgasm into the dead woman.

    "She's dead!" Steve said. "She's fucking dead!"

    "You did it!" Billy said, pointing at Steve.

    "No I didn't!" He pointed at Roy's bloodstained prick. "He did
it!"

    And then everyone was yelling, looking around with wide desperate
eyes. They all felt the same thing, a great deep sense of being
totally and irrevocably fucked for life. They'd raped and killed a
woman. A white woman in a state with more minority inmates on death
row than any other two states combined. Roy, Billy, and Larry were
black. Miguel was Hispanic. Their eyes were wide and frightened as
they stared at each other and shook their heads.

    "What are we gonna do? Holy shit! What are we gonna do?" They all
said the same thing and they all looked at Mike, naturally, since he
was the quarterback.

    "First thing. We finish it." He looked around and nobody else
quite knew what he meant. "You're up Steve. Fuck her," Mike insisted.

    "Uh, Mike...she's fuckin' dead, man." Steve looked around and the
guys nodded.

    "We're in this together, right? We're a team right?" Mike looked
around, feeling a surge of something that was definitely not fear.
"You sorry fucks! We all killed her and we're all gonna fuck her!
We're a team and we're all in it."

    "A team, yeah!...uh-huh, that's right!...Fuckin-A...Texas football!" All
the guys were talking, getting themselves pumped up. The point, they
understood instinctively, was that none of them were innocent but as
if to prove it, they'd all have to consummate their crime. It was an
issue of trust and one that could only be understood and rationalized
in terms they understood.

    "Now get in there and play some ball, Steve!" Mike pushed Steve
closer to Barbara's body as it hung over the wide edge of the Jacuzzi,
her pussy leaking blood and cum after Roy's cock had finished with
it.

    Steve grinned at Mike and looked around, the guys were nodding and
getting excited again. They were a team and that meant everyone had to
do it. Even if the bitch was dead, it had to be done, because that was
the rules for the game they were playing. Steve's hard cock slid
easily into the dead woman's cunt and he grabbed her hips hard,
digging his big dick inside over and over while his teammates cheered
him on.

    After him, another of the boys went, and then another. Until every
single one of the players had done Barbara at least once. Mike, Roy,
and Steve all did her a second time, and Miguel and Larry had done her
in the ass. Then they did her again, just because they realized they'd
never get to do it again, and even dead, Barbara Welch was pretty hot.
She was a lot better at sex than most of their girlfriends, they
agreed happily, at least about taking it in her butt.

    Eventually in their euphoria of testosterone fueled aggression,
they even forgot about her being dead, yelling at Barbara to take more
and slapping her ass while they fucked her. They didn't bother with
moving her either; the position was perfect. All they needed was her
sweet holes and no backtalk, the perfect woman. Barbara Welch was
thoroughly sodomized over the next several hours until all of the
young men were spent and well satisfied. It had been a good game and
they high-fived each other enthusiastically.

    Afterwards they took Barbara into the showers and washed her
carefully, paying particular attention to her pussy and ass, both of
which were stretched and gaping. Her bowels were totally loose of
course and as they washed Barbara, some feces floated out with all the
sperm that had been deposited in her once virgin ass. A couple of the
boys complained, but not much, this was Texas after all. Once she was
cleaned they dressed Barbara in her swimming suit and dumped her body
in the swimming pool, face down. They collected the clothes they'd
ripped from her body and tried to wipe anything they might have
touched, which proved fruitless because they'd probably touched
everything. But at least they got the Jacuzzi area and the doors.

    "Alright, huddle up!" Mike said and Lopez and his linemen gathered
around in a little circle. "Now we all fucked her." Everyone nodded at
Mike who was kneeling. "And we all killed her." They looked at each
other, but nodded again. "So nobody talks about this, got it? Ever. To
anyone." Mike slapped Larry, his center. "You make sure they
understand." Larry rubbed his cheek and nodded. "Anybody asks, we were
in the gym, all of us together, pumping iron. Coach will say he saw
us, you got it? Tigers on three...1...2...3!"

    "Tigers!" they all yelled together.

    Mike tossed Barbara's clothes in a dumpster behind the McDonald's
when he stopped to get a Happy Meal. He didn't feel real hungry, but
he figured he'd better buy something or it would look suspicious. The
girl working the drive through was a freshman he'd seen around the
college, and she smiled at him and finally asked for his autograph
while he waited for his fries. She gave him her phone number with a
very pretty blush.


=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=


    "That's about it," Mike said with a shrug

    He was sitting in the back of the bus, handcuffed and strapped in
with one of the seatbelts all the kids loved to ignore on their way to
school. At the front of the bus, the quarterback's six friends and
accomplices were glancing over their shoulders at him, but nobody was
saying anything. Just Mike as he told the story to Tina and now it was
over.

    "That's it huh?" Tina nodded, looking at her notebook. "Okay."

    "You're gonna get me that deal, right?" Mike asked her. "Like you
promised? I can't go to jail."

    "Yeah," Tina nodded. "I'll speak to the prosecutor. See what I can
do."

    "Okay," Mike smiled. "Good."

    Tina shook her head as she got up, unable to look at the young man
any longer. She'd speak to the prosecutor alright, but Mike wouldn't
like what she had to say.


=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=


    "Hey," Emily smiled from her hospital bed and the whole world was
suddenly brighter.

    "Hi," Tina paused with just her head inside the room and then
stepped in gently. "How are you feeling?"

    "I'm okay," Emily said, sucking her top lip and nodding while the
two women just looked at each other for a few seconds. "Sit down..."

    "Yeah," Tina sat on the edge of the bed, close to Emily's right
hip.

    "I thought you were avoiding me," Emily said softly.

    "Oh, no..." Tina shook her head. "The, uh...The prosecutor didn't want
me talking to you until after he got your statement."

    "Oh," Emily nodded and then smiled. "I got your flowers. They're
beautiful."

    "I see that," Tina looked at the bouquet sitting next to the bed
and she swallowed hard. "Emily...I found your sister..."

    "Lisa? The woman's blue eyes widened as she sat up from her
pillows. "She's alive? Where is she?"

    "I'm sorry," Tina winced, reaching for the woman and pulling Emily
close.

    The two women hugged for a long while and Tina explained only as
much as Emily needed to hear. After a time, as the sun began to set
through the windows, Tina was lying on the bed, on her side facing
Emily and nobody disturbed them. A nurse had peeked in, but left
without saying anything and the two women hadn't noticed. They didn't
speak until finally Emily took a deep breath, touching Tina's lips
with her fingertips and looking into the Ranger's soft green eyes.

    "You saved me," Emily sighed. "I remember you were talking to me
and I tried to tell you I was okay."

    "I should have gotten there sooner," Tina blinked rapidly, wanting
to look away, but she couldn't.

    "No" Emily stroked Tina's cheek.

    "I'm so sorry," Tina swallowed hard and she looked at Emily and
she was crying again, seeing the woman's face clean and beautiful and
marred with bruises.

    "It's over," Emily said. "I got hurt, but I'll heal..."

    "Emily..."

    "...I got dirty," the woman gave a small shrug. "But it'll wash
away."

    "...I love you," Tina whispered.

    "You saved me," Emily pulled Tina as close as she could, wrapping
her arm around the woman's neck. "And now you found my sister for me."

    "Yeah," Tina put her arms around Emily, pressing her face into the
woman's soft blonde hair.

    "Don't cry," Emily breathed, kissing Tina's wet cheek. "You're
here now. You've given me everything."

    "I love you," Tina repeated beneath Emily's lips.

    "I love you," Emily said and she covered Tina's mouth with hers.





The End

The End of Mixed Bag

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