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Horny Ghosts
by Varkel
Spring, 2012


Chapter 5: _Girls Found_

Although it had yet to happen, Jeff was confident Merrie would not 
complain should she find him banging a living female -- assuming it was
possible for him to do so.  Hell, she'd probably jump right in and help!
He suppressed his jealousy of Rankin, the big-whanged black, and also of
the unknown man she had banged in the boarding house, but swore to keep
a closer eye on her as she followed him through one building after the 
other.

They reached Carters Auto Service, where he really expected to find the
school bus.  It had a large service area with doors that would pass a 
ten-wheeler.  But it contained no golden bus.  In a side room they found
a woman bent over a workbench, jeans and panties around her ankles, with
a similarly half-clothed man, grunting in rising volume, pistonning her
from behind.

He said, "Holy shit, don't the grownups do anything else?"

When he would turn away, Merrie caught his shoulder.  "Wait."

"For what?"

"He's about to jizz.  I want to hear what she says to him."

Jeff's lip curled.  "This ain't no soap opera."  But he waited.

The coupled pair did not speak.  After a final moan the man pulled away,
tugged up his jeans, leaned to the bench past the woman, scribbled 
something on an invoice and put it into her hand when she finished 
fastening her own jeans.

Merrie glanced over the woman's shoulder and looked wonderingly around 
at Jeff.  "He wrote 'PAID.'"

Jeff nodded.  "It figures.  She just paid her bill."

"I thought you did that with a blowjob."

"Not necessarily.  Maybe she bites."

The woman folded the invoice into her purse, also lying on the bench, 
and followed the man out of the side room.

Jeff said, "Come on.  We've got a job to do."

Beyond the building the road split into two legs of a Y.

He said, "Merrie, you go check along that street to the left.  I'll 
check on the right.  We'll meet up at Adcox.  And don't stop to bang 
anybody."

"Who, me?"  She giggled and ducked into the first house.

Several buildings later he was rising to pass over the trees of a park 
when he noticed an airborne figure ahead of him, another nude with 
prominent tits.  Merrie?  How did she get so far --

But this wasn't Merrie.  Approaching, he saw a thick pubic bush, which 
Merrie had never allowed, a more mature body and chestnut hair, unlike 
Merrie's brown.  As they neared each other, he recognized the face.  
This was Ms. Crafter, one of the student advisors from school.

She also recognized him.  "Jeffrey Miller?" she called, arm and hand 
covering tits and pubes.  "Is it really you?"

Automatically he said, "Yes, ma'am."

Drawing near, she frowned.  "What in the world are you doing naked and 
floating on air?"

Confirmed: schoolteachers are hypocrites!  But he said, "The same as 
you."

"But you weren't on the bus."

"You know something about the school bus?"

Her mouth worked.  Suddenly she closed with him, threw her arms around 
him, buried her face in his shoulder and burst into tears.  "Oh, god, 
Jeffrey, they've stolen my girls and I think I'm dead!"

Guessing at the appropriate response, he patted her back.  "We both are,
Ms. Crafter."  Guessing further, he added, "And the bus wasn't on the 
bridge."

"The bridge?"  She raised her head.  "What do you mean."

"The dance class bus is missing.  Everybody thinks it went in the river
when High Bridge fell down, but I know --"

Holding onto his shoulders, she pushed him back and stared at him.  At 
this range her eyes were a bright cobalt blue.  She demanded, "Who said
High Bridge fell down?"

"I did.  Me and three others were on it.  That's how come I'm dead."

She shook her head vehemently.  "If you say so, even with such poor 
grammar.  But I'm dead because I was shot."

"Shot?"  His chin fell.  "Freaky gross!  Where'd you get shot?"

She almost shouted, "In the _face_!"

Fascinated, he shook his head.  "But your face isn't hurt.  How'd it 
feel?"

"Like I was hit with a bat."  In wonderment she felt all over her head,
murmuring, "Not hurt?"

Her breasts heaved; apparently she thought she was taking a deep breath.
"But that's not important to anyone else.  I'm at my wits end.  I'm the
chaperone for the dance class, which has been kidnapped.  One of the 
kidnappers shot me when I got in his face.  Right away I floated up out
of my body.  Nobody can see or hear me now and I can't touch anything.
Except you."  Her eyes narrowed.  "Dead people can touch each other?"

"Ghosts can."

"I don't believe in ghosts!"

"That's what we are."

She shook her head.  "What are you doing, Jeffrey?  How can you be 
looking for the bus?"

"This guy sent us out."

"Who?"

"His name is Darryl something."

Her eyes enlarged.  "How did he tell you about it?"

"He was one of the four that went down with the bridge."

"'With the bridge!'  But we went across it just fine."

"A little earthquake zinged it just as us four were crossing the river."

"Good heavens!  I guess in a way the girls were lucky.  But ... but how
did your Darryl know about it?"

"He didn't say."

"Does he know some way to get aid?"

Jeff shrugged.  "I guess.  He's helping to look for it."

"Then he must be able to do something about it."

"Maybe.  Do you know where it is?"

"Of course.  I can lead him to it.  Where is he?"

As he had done after visiting the high school, Jeff made himself _want_
to find the two adult ghosts.  Immediately he began to float away.  
"Come on," he called over his shoulder.  "I'll take you to him."

She drew abreast of him.  "This is so strange!  How can we just float 
like this?"

"Because we're ghosts."

"Does this happen to all dead people?"

"I only know four, now five."

"Jeff, you're a fine young man.  I'm sorry you died."

He shrugged.  "It has its advantages."

"It does?"

"We can fly through the air better than birds, for one thing."

"But I have a cat.  And a husband.  _Had_."

"I had a rice rocket and an old lady."  He grinned.  "I've still got 
_her_."

The woman blinked.  "Your ... mother?"

"No.  My breezy."

Ms. Crafter had, after all, spent a lot of time around teenagers.  "Oh.
Your girlfriend.  Was she on the bridge too?"

"Yep.  Right behind me on my Kawasaki."

"Ah.  'Rice rocket:' your motorcycle.  You were both riding it across 
the bridge?"

"You got it."

"Oh, Jeffrey, I'm sorry.  Who was she?"

"Merrie Fario."

"I know her."  The woman's voice lacked approval.  "Where is she now?"

"Helping to look for the school bus.  There's Darry."

She saw a man float up apparently from the roof of a large building.  
This was no teenager.  Hairy and muscular, he was a man in his prime.  
The woman felt a mixture of fear and hope.  Her experiences with men 
were mixed.

As they drew near, the man said, "You've found another victim?"

"Not of the bridge," said Jeff.  "This is Ms. Crafter, a student 
counselor at school.  She was the chaperone on the dance bus.  She got 
shot."

"Shot?  Then the bus _was_ kidnapped."  He put out his hand.  "I'm Darry
Parks, Ms. Crafter, and sorry to meet you under these circumstances."

"Please call me Mabel, Darry."  She shook his hand.  "And yes, the bus 
was definitely kidnapped.  Oh, those poor girls!"

"Where are they now?"

"In an abandoned warehouse right at the town limits on Lewis Road."

Darry's eyes narrowed in thought.  "To get help we've got to find Kate.
Jeff, do you know that warehouse?"

"Oh, yeah.  We ride dirt bikes on that property."

"Good.  You and Merrie go keep an eye on the girls, follow them if they
leave."

"Where'll you be?"

"After I find Kate she, Mabel and I will go to the Courier office.  We 
know a reporter there we can talk to."

"'_Talk_ to?'  No shit!"

"Jeffrey!" said the woman with a glare.

The boy ignored her.  "You can talk to someone still alive?"

Darry grinned but looked away.  "Using Morse Code, would you believe?"

"Wow!  Oh.  I don't know Morse Code."

"Neither do most people, but it wouldn't take you long to learn enough 
to get by.  Look me up when this is over."

"Right-o."  Jeff turned away over the rooftops.

Darry said to the woman, "Stick with me, will you?" and darted away, 
assuming her agreement.

Shortly he dropped down and disappeared through the wall of a building.
She hesitated.  _Through a wall?_  With heaving chest she followed, 
wincing at the expected collision that didn't happen.  Instead the light
lost its brightness and she found herself inside a ... restaurant?  Many
people were apparently taking lunch amid the clamor of conversation and
clash of crockery.  There was Darry, moving over the tables.  She 
hurried to catch him just as he ducked down and disappeared.

She drifted directly through a table and its four diners without 
disturbing so much as a fork and saw Darry's hairy legs and torso, 
floating just off the floor, head and shoulders invisible beyond a 
dangling table cloth.  As she watched, he backed away and rose to his 
feet, dragging another nude woman out by her hand.  She was young and 
buxom with strawberry blonde hair halfway down her back and seemed to be
working her lips unaccountably.

"What are you doing?" Darry demanded.

The blonde said, "This man is Vernon Travis, my neighbor.  I was trying
to get his attention."

Darry grinned sourly.  "Did it work?"

"It was starting to.  He kept throwing his napkin on the floor and 
bending down to pick it up."

Darry laughed outright.  "Trying to see who was fooling with his cock."

Mabel stiffened but decided she had misunderstood.

"By the way," said Darry, "Mabel Crafter, this is Kate Rendiss.  Mabel 
knows where to find the schoolbus."

Kate's eyes widened.  "You're dead too!"

"Apparently so," said Mabel.  "How do you do?"

"Good.  And you?"

"The same.  At least it doesn't hurt anymore."  She had to shout.  "We 
can certainly still _hear_ the living, can't we!"

"Come on," said Darry.  "Let's get out of here."

They rose straight through the ceiling.  With a glimpse of an 
uninhabited office they passed through the upper story and into free air
above the city.

Darry led the two women toward the river, saying over his shoulder, 
"Mabel, you were the bus chaperone when it was kidnapped?"

"I was."  It was surprisingly easier to talk here, despite their high 
speed over houses, trees and power lines.  The expected rush of air was
notable by its absence.

"Tell us about it."

"I'd love to!  You don't know how wonderful it is that someone can hear
me."

"We can imagine.  Go ahead."

"I was sitting at the back of the bus, watching the girls and listening
to them talk.  They are so cute at that age!

"Dina Smith looked around and said, 'This isn't the way to Adcox.'

"I didn't recognize the street either and shouted to Kirsten.  That was
Kirsten Fallasty, the dance teacher.  The girls got quiet.  Kirsten held
up her cellphone and said, 'A bad accident near Adcox.  We're 
detouring.'

"The girls resumed talking.  Pretty soon I noticed we were coming to the
edge of town.  Some detour!  Then the driver turned off the road in 
front of a big brick building.  He drove us right through a gaping 
doorway into a huge dark room, stopped the bus and opened the front 
door.  Three men got on, waving guns and shouting, 'Everybody out!'

"They were rough looking men, but with Kirsten I was responsible for 
those girls.  I stood up and demanded to know who they were.

"One of them, the leader, I guess, came up to me, looked around at the 
others and said, 'This will show you we mean business.'  And he shot me
in the face!"

Kate said, "Oh, my goodness, how terrible!"

"Thanks for your sympathy.  The next thing I knew I was hovering outside
the bus.  The girls had been lined up beside it.  Kirsten was standing 
with the driver, talking to the one who shot me.  Four strange men were
there, all with guns."

After a moment Darry said, "What did they do with the girls?  Did you 
see another truck?"

"Only the orange bus.  I didn't wait around.  I knew I had to call the 
cops.  I floated out the door and back into town.  I went to a woman at
her mailbox beside the road.  She couldn't seem to hear me or see me.  A
little further into town I found a man walking his dog.  They couldn't 
hear or see me either.  I was at my wits end when I found Jeffrey 
floating in air too."

Darry said, "Did you notice a sign on the building?"

"Yes, part of one over the big door.  It said _Gavish Metals_."

He nodded.  "I've seen it.  You say it's abandoned?"

"It certainly is!  Puddles of water are on the floor inside."


* * *


Jeff soon reached the long brick building, easily visible from Lewis 
Road up a graveled driveway.  He swooped into the darkened interior and
looked around.  The orange school bus was parked midway with an 
unexceptional SUV beyond it.  A gaggle of teenage girls in spring-weight
clothing -- jeans, blouses and some windbreakers -- were sitting on the
concrete floor beside it.  A man with dangling pistol in hand stood at 
each end of their line.  Three others plus a woman were engaged in 
discussion in front of the girls.

Jeff and his biking associates had been inside this building before, 
racing through the puddles on their motorcycles, making the rusty 
rafters ring, overcome with laughter whenever a machine slid out while 
cornering too fast on wet concrete.  The walls were festooned with 
spray-painted graffiti, mostly obscene.  All the windows were long since
broken out and the many puddles testified to the dismal state of the 
metal roof.

"Enough of this bullshit planning!" declared one of the strange men, the
one most in need of a shave.  He glanced at his wristwatch.  "Casey's 
truck won't get here for another hour and a half, if then.  We're lucky
this roof is tight enough no one can see the bus through it.  So in the
meantime we ought to arrange a little entertainment.  You got any 
problem with that, madam?"

The woman looked away without answering and licked her lips nervously.

"Answer me, dammit!"

A man wearing a golfer's cap raised a hand.  "Take it easy, Bailey.  She
won't bitch.  She's in this as deep as the rest of us."

"I want to hear her say it."

She shrugged.  "Do what you want.  You will anyway."

Bailey of the scruffy beard relaxed slightly.  He grinned.  "I thought 
we'd start breaking them in.  You might give us a pointer or two.  Which
one is the hottest?"

Again the woman shrugged.  "Where they're going, does it make any 
difference?"

"In the long run, no.  But this is the short run."

He walked slowly along the line of seated girls.  A few watched him but
most kept their heads down.  A lot of the cheeks were tear streaked.  
Two girls were still snuffling.

He stood back, head swiveling down the line, and said, "We're going to 
have a little fun with two or three of you.  This building is isolated.
You can scream but gunshots are louder, and you've already seen how much
that worries me."

He pointed to one of girls who dared to watch him and said, "Kirsten, 
what's her name?"

The woman sighed and said, "Nelly."

"Okay, Nelly.  Come here."

The girl frowned.  This was the man who had shot their chaperone.  Very
reluctantly she got to her feet.  Her long brown hair was pulled back in
a pony tail.  She was prettily made up, wearing a dolphin-decorated 
blouse cut low in front over developing breasts.  Her cheeks were dry 
and her eyes glittered.

"I said come here," Bailey repeated in a tone of warning.

The girl's chin rose and her fists clenched but her feet were still.

Bailey drew a large pistol and aligned it at arm's length with the 
girl's head.  "You want another demonstration?"

Slowly she came forward.

He lowered the pistol.  "That's better.  Tell me, Nelly, do you like 
cocks?"

He thought she wouldn't answer but after a moment she said, "Not the 
ones on killers."

"Hoo!"  He nodded slightly.  "That's actually a pretty good answer.  You
know what I want to do to you, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Ever had it done before?"

This time she remained silent.  A red spot appeared on each cheek.

"I suspect you have."  He turned away slightly and raised his voice.  
"Listen up, you split-tails!  Me and my brother, who happens to be your
bus driver, arranged this little caper.  When the truck gets here, you 
girls are going to ride off to more fun than you can even imagine and 
we're going to ride off with lots of money.

"Four of us, including me, were recently tossed out of the state pen, 
and we're really behind on the nookie."  He chuckled.  "Of course, I'm 
sure you've heard that no matter how far behind you get, you'll be 
caught up in ten minutes.  That's where you come in until the truck 
shows up.

"Believe it or not, while I don't mind killing one, I don't want to fuck
a woman against her will.  But I will if I have to.  So here's your 
chance to avoid getting raped -- at least this afternoon.  I need a 
couple volunteers to fuck or suck, however you want to do it, with me 
and my guys.  What do you say, sweeties?"

"It's still rape," said Nelly, eyes glaring.

"I take it that means you don't volunteer."  He looked around at the 
others.  "Anyone else?  Stand up if you're willing."  He grinned 
nastily.  "It'll save your sisters from a fate worse than death."

Silence reined.  A breeze through the building rustled cloth hanging 
from a wall.

"Come on, girls," said Bailey.  "This is your chance to get a little bit
when nobody can blame you."

A girl in mid line jumped to her feet, crying, "I'll do it, I'll do it!"
She was a slim, short-haired dirty blonde in a long-sleeve blouse with a
high neckline.

"Janine, sit down!" commanded Nelly over her shoulder.  Other girls 
repeated it.

"That's more like it," declared Bailey with a grin.  "Now let's have one
--"

Janine interrupted.  "If you'll do me two at the time."



_Darryl Benton Parks_

Perry was still seated in his cubicle -- turned around to face his boss
standing in the doorway.  He had managed to zip his fly.  The women and
I penetrated far enough through the short cubical walls to see what was 
happening.  Even Mabel had lost respect for solid barriers.

Perry was saying, "I _do_ mean to get out there, Boss, but I'm expecting
further information momentarily."

The man sniffed.  "That's why I furnish you a cell phone."

"I didn't tell my guy that number."

"What's so damned important you can't cover the biggest story of the 
month -- if not the year?"

"I _will_ cover it, Boss.  Give me a little time.  If I don't hear from
him in five minutes, I'll get on out there."

The man's frown deepened.  "Five minutes, then!"

"Yes, sir!"

The boss turned away up the aisle.  Perry rolled his eyes and said 
softly, "For god's sake, Darry, I hope you're somewhere nearby."

He unzipped his pants and flipped out a willy too flabby, in my opinion,
to deserve the word, "cock."  Mabel gasped and looked horrified as Kate
sank between his knees and mouthed the dangler.

Perry sat back in his chair with a smile and declared, "Never was a 
blowjob such a relief!  I do hope that's you, Kate."

Her head bobbed up and down twice.  I don't know if he understood it as
"Yes," but he sighed and relaxed.

Mabel looked at me over a fist at her mouth.  "Is she really ... doing 
what it looks like?"

I said, "That's how we communicate, Mabel."

"You do?"  Her eyes widened dramatically.  "That's terrible!"  She 
licked her lips --involuntarily, I suppose.

I was curious.  "Are you the one woman in a thousand who never had a 
penis in her mouth?"

She blushed.  Don't ask me how it's possible for a ghost's face to 
redden but hers definitely did.

I said, "It's not so terrible when you're a ghost, Mabel.  For example 
you can't catch anything."

"Is that right?"  If I didn't know better I'd think her eyes glinted 
with fascination.

"Well, it stands to reason."

She opened her mouth to continue the discussion, but Kate rose up 
silently.  Nothing needed to be said: now Perry's cock was standing 
tall.

"Good heavens!" exclaimed Mabel.

I knelt in Kate's place and began to squeeze: FOUND IT

"Was that 'Found it?'" Perry inquired, eyebrows elevated.

Y

He swung around to his desk, requiring me to dart beneath it, and 
extended his hands to the keyboard.  "Where is it?"

I heard Mabel cry, "He's talking!  How?"

Kate said, "Darry is squeezing his dick in Morse Code.  Let's look over
Perry's shoulder."

"Morse Code?  What's that?"

"The way they talked with the first radios."

I told him where to find the schoolbus.  Kate, reading on the monitor, 
informed me when he made mistakes with the warehouse name, which I 
corrected.

"Are the girls with the bus?" asked Perry.

Y KIDNAPPED

"Who did it?"

FOUR MEN WAITING IN WAREH

"How'd the bus get diverted to the warehouse?"

BUS DRVR AND DANCE TEACH IN ON IT TOO

"How do you know that?"

KILLED CHAPERONE SHE WITH ME NOW

"My god, they killed the chaperone?  Shot her, did they?"

Y

"What's her name?"

MABEL CRAFTER

"And she's in here with you ... and Kate?"

Y

"I'm Perry Bight, Mabel.  Hell of a way for us to meet, eh?  What about
the other names?"

I got the bus driver and dance teacher's names from Mabel and passed 
them on.

He said, "Mabel doesn't know the four strangers, I take it."

Y

"She does?"

N DONT ASK NEG QUEST

"Sorry.  Okay, that's enough for a preliminary.  Hang on while I call 
the cops."

While he made his call, I rose out of the desk to confront Mabel's 
expression, now clearly one of fascination.

She said, "Please tell me how you talked to him."

"Kate told you: by Morse Code."

"But ... but ... _how_?"

"Like this."  I squeezed her bicep between thumb and finger and sounded
it out: "Dah-dah di-dah dah-di-di-dit dit di-dah-di-dit.  That's your 
name: MABEL."

"You were squeezing his ..."

"Cock.  The head of it."

"Good heavens!  How did you ever find out he could feel it?"

I'm afraid she might have mistaken my grin for a leer.  "I did some 
experiments."

Kate smiled and said, "Darryl is a sex maniac."

"But ... but ... you can communicate with the living!  Uh ... Could I do
it?"

"If you knew Morse."  I continued to grin.  "Do you like cocks, Mabel?"

She blushed slightly but said, "Any woman would, I think.  Too bad 
they're hung on men."

"Zinger!" declared Kate with a giggle.

"How hard is it to learn Morse Code?" said Mabel.

"The hard part is taking it at high speed.  But you should know that 
very few people are left who can take it at any speed."

"'Take it?'  You mean understand it if received?"

"That's right.  With computers available nobody uses Morse anymore."

"Then how did you and this man get to know it?"

"We had a radio club in high school.  It was good for secret talk."

She giggled briefly.  "I wondered how teenage boys play with each 
other."

"Don't get the wrong idea.  We had equipment that beeped.  Um."  A 
memory surfaced.  "Though Perry and I did squeeze elbows sometimes in 
study hall."

Kate said with interest, "That experience is why he understood you at 
first."

Mabel licked her lips again.  "But you can feel the living glans penis."

"With fingers when it's hard," said Kate, adding with a grin, "Or with 
your mouth when it's soft."

"Which is why you ...  Oh!  Now I understand.  How interesting!"

"Oops!" said Perry, hanging up the phone.

His cock was starting to droop but I could still feel the head.  PROB

"If that was a question," he responded, "then, yeah, I've got a problem.
The cops asked how I could possibly know all that.  I told them a 
confidential source.  They guessed it must've been one of the 
kidnappers.  What a mess this could become!"  He giggled.  "But it's 
true!  I never heard of a more confidential source."

He sprang to his feet and carefully zipped his fly over the erect cock.
"God damn, I'm out of here!"  He looked around blankly.  "You can get to
the warehouse, can't you?  Huh!  Of course you can."

I said to the women, "Let's go.  We don't have to wait for him."

"What good can _we_ do?" Mabel demanded.  "I want to learn Morse."

"Stick close to me and I'll teach you the first part at least."

Which she did, like a limpet.  As we sailed along over the rooftops, I 
held her elbow and squeezed while sounding the code.  "A is di-dah, B is
dah-di-di-dit.  Repeat those back to me."

She did, adding, "Give them to me five at the time."

"Very appropriate.  The old guys encrypted messages five letters to the
word.  C is dah-di-dah-dit ..."  I went on through G.

When she had repeated C through G, Kate interrupted.  "Should I learn it
too?"

"If you want to talk to Perry.  He's the only other person we know who 
understands the code."

"Kate, you don't know it already?"  Mabel blinked.  "Then why did you 
... fellate that reporter?"

I said, "When a living dick is soft, it can only feel your mouth."

Kate giggled.  To my inquiring look, she said, "Wonder if it could feel
your tongue.  If so, you can send to a woman's clit.  Would that work?"

Remembering Emily, I said, "Sure it would.  Emily's nipples could feel 
me too."  Although I suspected Emily is just about constantly in a state
of arousal.  I wanted to think about comparing religious ecstasy and 
sexual excitement, but Mabel said she was ready for H through L.

By the time we arrived at the warehouse she was spelling simple words on
_my_ elbow.  I would have offered my dick but decided pretending to be a
gentleman was better.

We joined Jeff and Merrie at the back of the schoolbus.  It's rear door
stood open.  Mabel slipped into the vehicle and moaned at the sight of 
her body sprawled over a seat, bloody head thrown back.

I counted five men with britches removed, two with wet cocks dangling.
The other three were fucking two naked girls, two of the men executing a
classic Greek sandwich, which my porn videos called a "double 
penetration."  The one-on-one was playing missionary upon a girl 
protected from the concrete by someone's clothing, probably her own.  
The DPed girl's face bore a saintly smile.  Another dozen girls sat on 
the floor beside the bus, mostly with heads lowered.  One or two watched
the fuckers.

Jeff pointed to the larger man with a wet dick.  "That's Bailey, the top
dog.  The guy beside him is the bus driver.  They're brothers.  That 
chick behind us looking out the door is Ms. Fallasty, the dance 
teacher."

Mabel, emerging from the bus, said, "At least they haven't shot anyone 
else."

"Nobody's holding those two down," I noted.  "This doesn't look like 
rape."

"That Bailey dude is kind of cool," explained Jeff.  "He got 'em to 
volunteer by telling them it was a chance to do what they secretly 
wanted without being blamed.  And they could save the rest from being 
raped."

"Cool!" scoffed Mabel.  "He's a murderer."

Jeff rolled his eyes.  In my mind's ear I could hear him say, "Only of a
teacher."

Merrie was grinning.  "If I was alive I'd be a third volunteer."

"Yeah," said Jeff dryly, "but not to save the others."

Kate said thoughtfully, "The most despicable of them is that dance 
instructor.  She betrayed her whole class!"

Mabel darted in front of me and said in anguish, "Can we do _nothing_ 
about this?"

I told her, "We've already done it.  I doubt we have long to wait."

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