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Chapter 23

        Russell handed Elizabeth a beer.  He sat down and took a long pull
off his.

        "What the hell did you do?"

        "In 1984 the Olympics were held in southern California.  I was,
well, I was still 14 when the Games were going on.  I didn't turn 15 until
a few months later."

        "Yeah."

        "Our across the street neighbors flew to Italy for the summer.
 They wanted to get away from the madness.  I think the wife was from
Italy.  I don't quite remember.  They rented their house out to a Belgian
family who was attending the Olympics.  I fell in love with the wife."

        "Love?"

        "Lust.  I can't describe her.  She wasn't supermodel beautiful."

        "Supermodels are skanks."

        "I agree.  She looked wholesome, but had a tight, sexy body.
 Blonde hair.  Cute face.  Her husband was this fat, oaf of a man.  He had
to have weighed 300 pounds.  I had no idea what she saw in him.  I wanted
to go knock on the door and offer to nail her like sheetrock."

        "Why didn't you?"

        "I was 14.  He would have sat on me.  And she didn't speak English.
 Neither did their daughter.  This girl was six and was a clone of her
mother minus the boobs.  She too had a tight, sexy body, just on a
miniature scale."

        Elizabeth nodded.

        "I just hated this girl.  I don't know why.  I just did.  But I
wanted her.  And I wanted her mom.  I would jack off and fantasize of both
of them.  The little girl sat on my face while the mother bounced up and
down on my dick.  At first this dulled my desire, but soon it wasn't
enough."

        "Uh huh."

        "I was up early one morning.  I saw the hot mom and fat ass get
into their car and drive off.  Then the little girl rode off on a bicycle.
 I have no idea where she got it.  Hell, I was impressed a six year-old
could ride a bike.  The parents were gone all day, presumably at the
Olympics."

        "They left the girl alone?"

        "They told the police that was common in Belgium."

        "The police?  What happened to her?"

        Russell ignored her question.  "Every morning the same routine
played out.  The parents left, the girl took off on her bike.  One morning
I decided to follow her.  There were hills above our neighborhood.  They
were starting to develop it.  So there were places to ride a bike.  She
just rode and rode and rode."

        He took another sip of beer.

        "I didn't tell my parents or anyone about this.  My mom would have
formed a neighborhood committee to put a stop to it at once.  My dad would
come up with 1,001 racist reasons to hate the Belgians.  Anyway, she was
usually back by early afternoon and her parents would get home late, 8 or 9
o'clock."

        Russell looked at Elizabeth.  She had a neutral expression on her
face.  And so far she hadn't lunged for the phone to call the Pomona Police.

        "I was up late, couldn't sleep.  I could tell by the glow the
Belgians were using the swimming pool.  This house was actually on another
street, it faced 90 degrees from our house.  So I could see into the
backyard and pool if I sat on our roof."

        "If you sat on the roof?  Sort of like you can see into the ladies'
bathroom if you peek under the stalls?"

        "Something like that.  I climbed up there with my binoculars.  The
husband and wife were skinny dipping.  They had every freakin' light on.
 And they were fucking in the pool.  He sounded like a harbor seal and
looked like one too.  They carried on for hours like this.  Watching that
gorgeous woman take it over and over from that fat pig was more than I
could stand.  I climbed down and went back into my room.  It was 2 AM.  I
was so full of rage I couldn't even think about masturbating it away.  I
got mad at the little girl.  I wanted to be in her mom's pussy.  A place
she got to be.  I know, it makes no sense."

        She touched his knee.

        "No.  It makes total sense."

        "I couldn't sleep.  So I went into the garage and grabbed a few
things that I stuffed into my backpack.  I then headed into the hills.  By
this point she had left a nice track from her wheels so I knew exactly
where she'd be.  I could see the neighborhood.  I saw her parents drive
away.  Then I saw her leave on her bike headed towards me."

        Elizabeth smiled and clapped her hands playfully.

        "It's about to get good isn't it?"

        Russell smiled.

        "I heard her before I saw her.  My heart was racing.  I almost
chickened out.  In fact I probably would have except she was right on top
of me.  I grabbed her around her chest and spun her off her bike.  She
screamed like a banshee.  I covered her mouth and threw her to the ground.
 She immediately got up and started to run.  Lucky for me she ran the wrong
way, deeper into the hills.  I caught up to her and tackled her.  I held
one arm behind her back.  I slipped my backpack off and pulled out duct
tape.  I taped her mouth shut.  It wasn't easy.  She kept opening her mouth
screaming which caused the tape not to stick.  I had to hold her jaw closed
while I wrapped the tape around her head."

        "You're making me horny."

        "I tried to tie her up.  It wasn't going to work.  I slapped her
face a few times and told her to shut up and stop squirming.  I doubt she
understood me.  She was on her back on the ground.  I held her hands above
her head with one hand and removed her shorts and panties with the other.
 She was kicking up a storm which worked to my advantage because it freed
one of her legs.  I wore shorts with an elastic band so they would be easy
to remove.  I really wanted to taste her cunt, but I couldn't hold her down
and do that.  So I penetrated her."

        "You raped her!"

        "Yeah, I raped her."

        "Tell me more."

        "It was the weirdest thing.  I was so hard it was painful.  I
thrusted and thrusted and thrusted.  I wanted to remove the tape so I could
hear her scream, I thought that would help me cum.  I didn't want to alert
everyone as far away as San Diego what I was doing.  Finally I came, but I
didn't feel anything.  I withdrew from her.  She wasn't moving."

        "She was dead?"

        "I checked for a pulse.  I didn't feel one.  I didn't think to
check for breathing.  I pulled my shorts back up and stood up.  I paced
around her body.  I was so fucking scared."

        "I would imagine."

        "I don't know how long it was.  I didn't have a watch.  I looked
down at her.  I was certain she was dead.  Maybe she couldn't breathe
through her nose?  I don't think I snapped her neck.  I probably caused
internal bleeding, but she wouldn't have died that quickly.  I don't know.
 She was dead.  Her eyes still had a look of sheer terror and fear.  Her
upper arms, both of them, went straight out from her body.  Her right
forearm up, her left down.  Her twat was badly bruised.  I could see my cum
leaking out of her.  Her naked legs looked so soft.  Her shorts and panties
were wrapped out her right leg which was almost straight out from her body,
a little to the right.  Her left leg went straight out and was bent at the
knee.  The sock and shoe from her left foot were about a foot from her
body.  It was the sexiest, most erotic thing I had ever seen."

        Russell looked at Elizabeth.

        "Are you disgusted by me?"

        "The only thing I'm disgusted about is that fact you didn't do it
to me."


Chapter 24

        "I bent down and removed her other shoe and sock, then her shorts
and panties.  I tossed them with her other shoe.  I pulled her t-shirt off.
 Jesus Elizabeth, you have no idea how sexy this dead girl looked.  I got
between her legs and spread them open.  Her cunt was so beautiful.  I could
see I had ripped her hymen and vagina.  But there wasn't much blood.  I
felt her chest.  It was flat as a pancake.  I picked her up and moved her
to some grass under a tree.  I raped her again."

        "A dead girl?"

        Russell nodded.

        "And then a third time.  Those two times my orgasms were intense."

        Elizabeth swallowed and put her hand on her chest.

        "Do you need another beer?"

        She nodded.

        "No, I'm good."

        "At this point I was afraid of being caught.  The city had come in
and laid sewer lines, but the developer had gone bust.  So there were no
workers.  And no real roads, just leveled dirt.  But I couldn't risk it.  I
ran down to where I originally raped her and gathered up her clothes.  I
opened one of the manhole covers and tossed them in.  I grabbed the girl
and dropped her down the manhole.  I replaced the cover.  I wiped it with
my t-shirt to try to remove fingerprints.  Stupid because I didn't wipe the
inside.  I sprinkled dirt over it and kicked it off to make it look
undisturbed.  I grabbed my backpack and started to run home.  But I saw her
bike.  I remembered I had garden gloves in my backpack.  I put them on and
wheeled her bike about a mile away.  I then ran home.  I put the stuff
back, took a shower, and went to bed."

        "My mother came in around 11 to see if I was okay.  If she knew I
had been out of the house she didn't say.  I was a fucking wreck.  My dad
had a police scanner.  I turned it to the local frequency and sat in my
room looking out my window.  I probably grew three ulcers that day.  I
returned the scanner before my dad got home.  He would notice it missing
and would be suspicious.  I made an excuse not to eat dinner.  I kept an
eye on the house.  Around quarter of nine I saw headlights.  They were
home."

        "And their little girl was missing."

        "Yeah, but it wasn't until nearly midnight that they knocked on our
door.  The mother looked upset and the father pissed, according to my dad.
 He spoke passable English.  Asked if we had seen his daughter.  I
pretended to be asleep, but I was listening to every word.  My dad called
the police.  It took them over an hour to respond.  They took a statement
and said she probably just got lost and would show up in the morning.  One
of cops pulled my dad aside and told him the city had loaned so many police
officers to the Olympics they just didn't have the manpower to look.  And
most likely she had gotten lost in an unfamiliar country and would show up
eventually."

        Russell continued.  "The next day my mom organized a search party
and made me participate.  A volunteer fire fighter led it and he had us go
right into the hills."

        "Shit."

        "My thoughts exactly.  We walked past the point where I ditched the
bike.  It was gone.  That made me feel better.  More fingerprints.  More
DNA.  If they found a kid with her bike he'd have some explaining to do.
 The firefighter never took us really up into the hills.  We just walked
the periphery and he decided she hadn't gone that way.  Her tire tracks
were still plainly visible, but no one picked up on them.  No one."

        "Whew."

        "What happened?  How'd it end?"

        "The father had to return to Belgium.  The mother didn't want to
stay alone, so she went with him.  They never found her body."

        "Awesome!  Oh my god!  How did they never find it?  Where do those
sewers even go to?"

        "They're storm sewers that usually make their way to the ocean.
 Pomona's might have gone to a retention pond somewhere, I really have no
idea.  It's not like today where we get updates every thirty minutes and
the entire country knows a child is missing.  She was just forgotten."

        "Holy shit.  What was her name?"

        "I don't know."

        She slapped his arm.  "You don't know?"

        "I was a fucking nervous wreck for weeks.  I was convinced someone
would pop open a manhole and find her rotting body with my DNA all over
her.  Or fingerprints.  Or something.  She had really bizarre name full of
X's, Q's, and Z's."

        "Really?"

        "No, not really.  But her name looked like something you'd get
after a cat walking across a keyboard.  So I never remembered it.  I'm sure
there's a record somewhere, but I'm too paranoid to search for it."

        "You could just explain you were trying to remember that girl's
name."

        "Maybe."

        "I'll do some searching from the library or something."

        "It was August 2, 1984.  It was a Thursday."

        "Eight two eight four.  Got it."

        "So?"

        "What?"

        "Are you upset I did something like that?"

        "Dude, you just described my greatest wet dream.  You raped her
CORPSE!  And then just dumped the bitch in a sewer."

        "Glad to give you faith in me."

        "Can we go to my apartment?"

        "Now?"

        "I have to show you a graphic novel I drew."

        "You're an artist?"

        "I can draw.  I drew myself as a young girl for the main character.
 Her name is Lizzy.  That is the nickname I have given myself, you're not
to use it.  Unless we're role playing, then I might let you use it.  She
gets abducted and raped to death.  But she gets chopped up into pig feed.
 I have to go rewrite mine.  I never thought about someone raping me after
I was dead.  Diabolical."

        "Glad to be of service."

        "I love the idea of my body just being dumped or fed to pigs or
dropped in a sewer."

        "Want to go?"

        "Let me grab my purse."


Chapter 25

        "You're a good artist."

        "Thanks."

        "You have some, er, interesting thoughts."

        "Like what?"

        "The fire ants."

        "Oh yeah.  I guess that one was a little racist.  Indians
kidnapping a pioneer girl and torturing her cunt with fire ants."

        "These are great."

        "Here we go.  Maria Goswijn."

        "Who's that?"

        "The chick you raped and killed."

        "Not so loud!"

        Elizabeth giggled.

        "That was her name?  I thought it was three miles long."

        "Six year-old Maria Goswijn vanished from the home her parents
Joannes and Sara were renting in Pomona.  The mother and father were
attending the LA Games and left their child unattended citing Belgian
custom.  The family was from Belgium.  Witnesses saw them and an ABC camera
crew had film of them thus clearing the parents of suspicion and allowing
them to leave the country.  Local police have no leads, but strongly
suspect local rapist Russell Klein."

        "What?  No."

        Elizabeth laughed hysterically.  Russell looked at the monitor.
 Rather than implicate him the story said police believe she just wandered
off and got lost.

        "Don't scare me like that."

        "Oh please.  There's no physical evidence tying you to the crime.
 They have no body.  And even if they recover it she's nothing but rotten
bones that have probably been scattered in every direction by dogs and wild
animals.  Relax."

        Elizabeth did some quick math.

        "I was four years and seven months, or so, when you raped Maria.
 And killed her.  And dumped her body in a sewer.  After you raped her
corpse.  Twice."

        "Yeah, I get it."

        "God, I wish you had gone out to Iowa and done me next.  I don't
think I really remember 1984."

        "I certainly remember it."

        "Yeah.  Because you lost your virginity to a six year-old when you
raped and killed her."

        "Would you stop!"

        She giggled.

        "I'm sorry.  I am just so happy I found you."  She stood up and
kissed him.  "I thought I was the only person on the planet like this."

        "I'm glad I found you too."

        "Want to role play?"

        "Can I call you Lizzy?"

        "No.  I want you to position my body on the floor exactly the way
you described Maria after you raped her the first time.  Go through my
drawers, find similar clothes.  And do everything the same.  Everything you
did to her, do to me.  I'm going to lie here like I'm dead."

        "Including tossing you in the sewer?"

        "Let's skip that part for now."

        Russell opened her drawers.  He found a pair of elastic shorts
similar to those Maria wore.  He grabbed some white socks and got a pair of
tennis shoes out of her closet.

        "You're still not wearing a bra, right?"

        "Whoops.  I forgot.  And this t-shirt is thin."

        "Well it's similar to the one Maria was wearing."

        "Same color?"

        "I really don't remember.  I do remember her shorts and shoes were
pink."

        "Those shorts are purple."

        "Do you own pink shorts?"

        "No."

        "Okay, put on the right shoe and sock.  Take your shorts and
panties off."

        "I'm still bleeding."

        "It'll add to the realism I guess.  Maybe my cum is bubbling out of
you too like it was her."

        "Too bad I stopped shaving my pussy."

        "Why?"

        "I'll bet she didn't have pubic hair."

        "We'll refine this someday."

        Elizabeth put on the shoe and sock.  She slipped her shorts and
panties off and handed them to Russell.

        "Lie down on the floor."

        She obeyed.

        Russell removed her pad.  He positioned her right leg and hooked
the purple shorts and panties around her ankle.  He then positioned her
left leg.  She giggled.

        "Did I tickle you?"

        "No, I'm just excited."

        He positioned her arms and head and lifted her shirt up above her
navel.  He looked at her.

        "Her eyes were wide open, not blinking.  I doubt you can mimic
that.", he informed her.

        She blinked several times in a row.

        "I'll just close them."

        Russell paced around her body.

        "I really don't remember what I said exactly."

        "Just make it up.  And remember I'm dead.  You raped me to death."

        Russell bent down.  He touched the insides of her thighs.

        "What have I done?"

        He opened her pussy lips.

        "You're so fucking sexy."

        Elizabeth laughed.

        "What now?"

        "You're a shitty actor."

        "One more remark and I WILL be raping a corpse."

        "Promises, promises."

        He removed her shirt and dangling clothes.

        "It's your mother's fault.  She fucks that fat man in the pool.
 There's no way that fat fuck is your father.  Your mother probably spreads
her pussy for anyone because anyone is better looking than that fat fuck
who fucks your fucking whore cunt mother that you fucking were birthed
from."

        Elizabeth laughed hard.

        "Stop it, you're killing me!  Just stop talking and start raping."

        Russell opened Elizabeth's legs.  He inspected her vaginal opening.
 She had much more blood than Maria did.

        "I'm going to fuck you again."

        He realized he was still dressed.  He then remembered after moving
her under the tree he had actually stripped naked and was naked the whole
time he was touching her and telling her she was beautiful and sexy and
blaming her mother for her rape.  He quickly undressed and penetrated
Elizabeth.

        Elizabeth tried not to react as she was a dead six year-old girl.
 She lied there motionless and started to get carpet burns from his hard
thrusting.  He soon released and then removed himself from her.

        "Did you enjoy that?"

        Elizabeth continued to lie on the floor.

        "Right, you're dead."

        She turned her head and opened her eyes.

        "I liked it, but it wasn't scary."

        "It wasn't scary for her either, she was dead."

        "Man, oh man.  I am so jealous of Maria."

        "I think you're dripping on the carpet."

        She stood up.  There was a small drop on the carpet.

        "Don't worry about it."  She gathered up her clothes that were now
scattered about the room.  "Let me pee and I'll let you put a tampon in."

        "Aren't you too sore?"

        "I think I'm okay.  It didn't hurt when you raped me."


Chapter 26

        "My feet hurt."

        Russell rubbed Elizabeth's feet.

        "I can see your pussy."

        "You've never complained before."

        "I can't believe you're comfortable wearing short skirts and no
panties in public."

        "I hate underwear.  It's so uncomfortable."

        "You were the sexiest Harajuku girl at the party."

        "And you sir, were the most dashing Harajuku boy and I can't wait
to fuck your brains out tonight."

        "Happy Halloween!"

        "Yes, Happy Halloween."  She wiggled her feet around getting his
attention as he had stopped rubbing.  "This was my first Halloween party."

        "You didn't go them as a kid?"

        "We had some fall festival crap.  Couldn't wear costumes.  The area
was too spread out for trick or treating."

        "That sucks."

        "Yup."

        Russell rubbed some more.

        "So you really want to do it?"

        "Chicken?"

        "No.  Elizabeth, I really want to knock you up and perform an
abortion.  But now?"

        "No time like the present."

        "You're going to experience morning sickness and cramps just as you
go into finals."

        "Or not."

        "You're a gynecological nightmare!  Why do you think this is going
to go any better?"

        She sat up.

        "I want a New Year's Eve abortion."

        "We can do it next New Year's Eve."

        "I'm not waiting that long!"

        "You still want me to impregnate you in the gyno chair?"

        "I want to start a new life in the same place you end it."

        "Yeah, but the bedroom will be so much more romantic and loving.  I
want to create this child out of love and then rip it out of you."

        "My body, my choice."

        "My sperm."

        "Maybe I'll let you choose next time."

        "Gee, thanks."

        "Now I have a lot of studying to do, so if you're going to nail me
better make it quick."

        He reached under his skirt and ran his index finger along her slit.

        "Okay, Lizzy-san, to the sex chamber."

        "Call me Lizzy again and you die."

        She stood up and headed up the stairs.


Chapter 27

        Elizabeth stood naked in the bathroom brushing her teeth.  That was
something else Russell loved about her.  She had no qualms about nudity.
 He sat on the bed in a pair of shorts watching her.  She finished up and
sat on the bed next to her.

        "Elizabeth.  I am so happy we're doing this together."

        "I am too.  I never in a million years thought I would plan to
become a mother."

        "To a baby you plan to abort."

        "Still, I'm planning to put a baby inside of me."

        "I want you to live with me."

        "I sort of am."

        "No, I mean get rid of your apartment.  Stay here full time."

        "I need to be near campus."

        "You ride in with me."

        She shrugged.

        "What about after you graduate?  Are you still planning on the loft
in San Francisco?"

        "In this economy?"

        "Lofts will be cheap."

        "And jobs nonexistent."

        "If you end up having to leave the area I'd like to go with you.
 Sell this place."

        She squeezed his thigh.

        "You're sweet.  I don't want to leave.  I mean, it would make more
sense just to live here.  I'm sure I could find something."

        "You don't have to work.  You could go to grad school."

        "And you pay my way?"

        It was his turn to shrug.

        "Let's make a baby."

        They walked down into the basement.  Russell had already unlocked
the door.  Elizabeth hopped into the chair and put her feet in the stirrups.

        "I feel so vulnerable."

        Russell took off his shorts and stepped towards her.

        "Can you eat me out first?"

        Russell wheeled the stool over, sat down, and put his face into
her.  It was the perfect height.  And it eliminated the gymnastics required
in a bed.  He was able to touch her with both hands as he caressed her with
his tongue.  He opened his eyes at one point and saw her playing with her
breasts, tweaking her nipples.  He wanted to do it for her, but his arms
weren't six feet long.  He heard her now familiar gasp and felt her gentle
spasms against her cheek.

        Standing before the examination table he stepped forward,
penetrating Elizabeth.  He thrusted back and forth.  Once he had
established a good rhythm he reached for her breasts.  The simple act of
touching them caused him to release.  He pressed his hips has hard as he
could so the tip of his penis would be as close to her cervix as possible.
 Once every drop was out he withdrew.  Without hesitation he leaned the
table back and had Elizabeth close her legs.

        "You were right?"

        He looked at her and said, "I'm always right."

        "Ha ha.  We should have done this in the bedroom.  It's too
clinical."

        "We can move upstairs."

        "No we can't!"

        "Why not?"

        "I won't know where our baby was conceived.  We have to do it here."

        Russell remembered her OCD tendencies and left well enough alone.
 While the situation was clinical he found it erotic.  She was completely
helpless, the stirrups holding her legs wide apart.  The exam chair was
designed to limit patient mobility.

        "Okay, back in the stirrups."

        Russell adjusted the chair and got into position.

        "When we're done I'm going to be either really pregnant or really
sore."

        "Or both."


Chapter 28

        "Your parents seem nice."

        "You didn't grow up with them."

        "People do change.  Even parents."

        "When do I get to go to Des Moines to meet yours?"

        "Never."

        She giggled.

        "Sorry I had to drag you down here."

        "Your dad had a heart attack.  I couldn't let you go alone."

        "But look at him.  He's fine."

        She shrugged.

        "You're the doctor!"

        "I'm a pussy doctor."

        "You didn't study hearts?"

        Russell looked at Elizabeth for a second and laughed.

        "I know.  All heart attacks are bad.  His was about as mild as one
can be.  But mom was panicked and wanted my opinion."

        "I've never been to southern California.  It's a nice change.  And
at least he had the courtesy to have it right before Thanksgiving so I
could get a home cooked meal."

        They kissed.

        "Sorry mom put us in separate rooms."

        "It's only for a couple of nights."  She took his hand.  "Have you
noticed anything different about me?"

        "You're sexier?"

        "No PMS."

        "Because you're pregnant."

        "We don't know that."

        "I squirted enough semen to fill a Mason jar into your ovulating
organs.  You're pregnant."

        "When will we know for sure?"

        "When are you supposed to get your period?"

        "Today."

        "Holy shit.  Today?  Are you sure?"

        "You track it better than I do."

        "I know.  I've been occupied."

        "Apology accepted."

        They had made it around the block and were once again standing in
front of Russell's childhood home.

        "Your mother told me she's happy we met.  She thinks you're much
happier now, much calmer."

        "I probably am."

        They kissed, but Elizabeth held her eyes wide open and looked off
to the side.

        "Rufflll"

        "What?"

        "Russell."  She pointed to the house across the street.  "Is that
the house where..."

        "Yeah.  According to my dad some 'dang Cambodians' have moved in."

        She looked around and saw the hills.  Or what was once hills, it
was just a sea of tract homes.

        "Is that where she went?"

        "Everyday.  But it was just dirt and trees."

        "Can you show me where?"

        "Actually I can."

        The streets were long ago laid and connected to the existing ones.
 They headed up.  A cool gust of wind hit them carrying with it a light
mist.  Neither wanted to turn back.  After stopping a couple of times to
read street signs Russell stopped along a curb in front of a low slung
three bedroom, two-and-a-half bath house that looked exactly like every
other one.

        "I stood right here.  There was a scraggly bush here", he indicated
with his arms as if hugging the bush.  "I had more or less chickened out
when I stepped out from behind the bush, saw her, and grabbed her."

        Elizabeth nodded.

        "I hope no one is watching us through their windows.", he said.

        "It's cold and wet out.  I doubt a soul is paying attention to us.
 And I really doubt they're going to connect you to this case."

        "She came from that way, I grabbed her, I spun around and dropped
her here", he pointed to a spot in the street a couple of feet from the
curb and farther up the hill.  "Her bike went to the right and landed over
here."  He pointed to the grass between the street and sidewalk.  "She
stood up and ran that way.  I tackled her here."  They were now standing
where the main street intersected with a cul-de-sac, about a foot from the
curb.  "So she was right here..."

        Elizabeth stepped close to him.  "So this is the exact spot where
you raped and murdered Maria."

        "Yes."

        "There ought to be a plaque."

        She kissed him.

        "Where did you take her?"

        Russell walked briskly to the end of the cul-de-sac.

        "See that house.  There used to be a magnificent tree.  I can't
believe they cut it down.  It was right where that house is sitting."

        Elizabeth pointed to the sign.

        "It's a foreclosure.  We ought to buy it."

        "I don't want to live this close to my folks."

        "That's not why I want it."

        Elizabeth opened her purse, took out a pad of paper and pen and
jotted down the information.

        "After I had finished with her I ran back down here...", he took off
running to the spot where he had grabbed her.  "I took her clothes and ran
over here."  He was now in the middle of the street standing over a manhole
cover.

        "So that was the little bitch's final resting place."

        "Yeah."

        Elizabeth craned her head and read the imprint on the worn cover.

        "City of Pomona - 1982"

        "Is this the very cover.  Look at the date."

        "It could be.  Who knows?  I don't think they change these out too
often."

        "Wow."

        They stood.  The mist had turned into a light rain.

        "We'd better get back.  A woman in your condition shouldn't be out
in this weather."

        "What condition."

        "Pregnant."

        "But I like the rain."

        "You need to think of our unborn child."

        "The one you're killing in five weeks."

        They kissed.


Chapter 29

        Elizabeth sat in the exam chair.  She had tolerated a full head to
toe exam.  Normally she enjoyed it, but Russell was withholding news from
her.

        "Well?"

        "Your due date is July 29, 2002.  Congratulations, you're going to
be a mother."

        She pumped her fist and said, "Yes!".  Russell quickly kissed her
hard on her pussy lips.

        "Doctor Klein!"

        "I'm sorry.  You're so cute when you do that.  Your first pump
thing."

        "See, no morning sickness."

        "Yet."

        "I'm PMS free.  I'm period free.  This is nice."

        "You still have final exams.  And graduation."

        "I'm not going to graduation."

        "Why not?"

        She shrugged and got down from the chair.  She walked bowlegged for
a step or two, grabbed a tissue, and wiped the lubricant from between her
legs.

        "It's an off quarter.  No one I've heard of is speaking."

        "Is your family coming out?"

        She nodded "no".

        "Your brother?"

        "He'll be in Afghanistan.  My parents aren't seeing him off either."

        "Is it money?"

        "According to my mom it isn't.  According to my dad it is."

        "I can fly them out."

        "Don't!"

        "Why not?"

        "My dad has been hitting my brother up for money since he joined
the Army.  He's already dropped hints that when I get a job, he could use
some help.  Anyway, if he finds out you have money he'll be calling you
directly.  Knowing him he'll make some deal for you to 'have' me if you
send him a check."

        "I would go.  I'd love to see you walk across stage knowing you're
wearing no panties and carrying our love child."

        "We'll see.  But I'll need to order my cap and gown in the next day
or two."

        "Order it.  If you don't march, you don't march."

        "Oh, I have an interview with a company in Cupertino tomorrow."

        "Is it A..."

        "It's not that company.  It's a small firm that provides
Linux-based handheld computers to utility companies and such."

        "That sounds neat."

        She shrugged.

        Russell was wearing jeans and a knit shirt.  Elizabeth was still
completely naked.  She held his body for warmth.

        "I was thinking.  If I get the job in Cupertino it wouldn't make
sense for me to make the commute from Palo Alto.  Are you looking for a
roommate?"

        "Wow.  I've lived alone for a decade.  I don't know.  She'd have to
be awesome in bed, like walking around naked, and be into the kinkiest of
things."

        "Is the spot taken?"

        He looked her in the eyes.

        "It's yours."

        They embraced.  Elizabeth spoke.  "Speaking of kinky, I want to try
anal."
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