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	The Plane Crash  by The Razor's Edge
Copyright 2014

This story is a work of fiction and any reference or resemblance to
names, places or events is purely coincidental.









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The Plane Crash  by The Razor's Edge

Intro

Chapters 1 to 5 


*** Chapter 1 Introduction

The school day started normal as they always did. Children running in
the halls to stow their backpacks in their lockers and the screeching
and yelling. 

Nauton Heights Elementary School was situated in an affluent
neighborhood in Southern California and the children were usually
driven to school in their parents BMWs, Mercedes, Lexus or other
luxury vehicles. The parents usually both worked but the children were
well bred and with a few exceptions very well mannered. Children
ranged in age from 6 to 12 and the mix ratio was about 60 percent
girls and 40 percent boys.

My name is Marcello Fendi but everyone calls me Marco. I teach music
along with 2 female teachers Agnes Miller and Annie Sherlock. Agnes is
43 years old, Annie is 34 and I am 37. I live about 5 blocks from the
school and usually walk from my house, located on a quiet cul-de-sac
which backs onto a forested area surrounding the cul-de-sac. My back
yard is completely private and something I value. I usually cut
through the forest via the only trail leading from my backyard to the
street two blocks away.

The school has two bands, one mixed and one all girl. The youngest in
the all girl band is 7 years old and the oldest 11 soon to be 12. The
mixed band is mediocre, good but mediocre, however the all girl band
is exceptionally good and has won a number of awards and trophies in
band competitions throughout the city, province and country.

Today was a special day for the all girl school band. Myself and the
other two music teachers have been organizing a trip to Australia for
over 2 years and today we leave for a 10 day musical journey to the
land down under. The parents signed off on the trip over a year ago.
The father of one of the girls owns a corporate jet and he offered to
provide the plane, pilots and one attendant and all we had to do was
pay for the fuel and airport taxes and expenses. A very generous
fellow not that any of the parents couldn't afford to pay for first
class tickets anywhere. However, getting medical certificates,
insurance, deposits from parents and other travel documents has taken
the better part of the year. However, we are finally going and today
is the day. 

The bus to take us to the airport had been parked outside since 6:00
that morning and as the girls arrive, their luggage was checked for
the usual things that may not be taken and then loaded. The girls then
went to their class and would be called when it was time to leave. Our
flight left at 5:30 pm and we needed to be at the airport two hours
before and with the normal confusion at the airport we decided to
leave the school just after lunch. The ride to the airport was only 20
minutes so we should have a good hour and a half before checkin.

We, the teachers met in the lunch room to do our final review of
documents and discussed the coming days itiniery. The plane was a 30
passenger jet and the flight would be a long one but the jet had been
fitted with very comfortable seats like you would find in first class
and in front of the bulkhead was a small meeting area.

Lunch was over and finally the moment we had all been waiting for
arrived and an announcement over the intercom let the girls know it
was time to head to the bus. Our trip to the airport was unusually
quite but some of the girls were showing signs of excitement while
others were sullen and withdrawn most likely attributed to insecurity
and although we had made numerous bus trips, this was the first one
out of the country and for longer than a weekend.

The airport ordeal was a breeze and the corporate personel were
waiting for us and had prepared for our arrival with several
attendants at our disposal. All the girls lost their anxiety and were
now all smiles and ready to get on the plane. Over the next few hours
however, moods changed from happy to sad, crying and whining to
laughing and giggling with the occasional vomitting to round out the
swings.

I have always had a good and open relationship with all the girls and
many times they have confided in me against school policy but my
intentions were always honorable and did not share their trust with
the others. If it had been something serious of course I would have,
but mostly it involved young girl stuff concerning a boy who had been
bothering them and things like that. Gaining trust with young girls is
not easy and I have never abused my authority nor in any way been
involved with any of them in an inappropriate manner. Trust is trust.

The time seemed to fly by and before we knew it our boarding call was
announced. Each girl had their designate seat and even though the
attendants tried to put girlfriends together it was pretty much a free
for all. A few decided to sit alone. I was seated at the back of the
plane by request thinking some peace and quiet would be great and
possibly could stretch out and get some decent sleep. Annie sat at the
bulkhead and Agnes in the emergency exit isle. There were 4 empty rows
in front of me.

All the carry on was stowed and the flight attendant gave the standard
message about tray tables and seat backs and the plane jerked back,
being pushed away from the terminal. The whine of the turbines
increased and we were on our way. The taxi to the runway was a bit
bumpy and some girls got a bit apprehensive but I decided to let the
ladies deal with that and settled back in my seat. 

*** Chapter 2 Departure

The takeoff brought great squeals. For some girls, this was their
first flight and did not know what to expect, however in a matter of
minutes we were airborn and calm decended in the cabin. The fasten
seat belt sign was turned off and as soon as it was, the bathroom
became the destination of choice for a few girls and I could see the
monkey see monkey do coming a mile away so I decided to get in line
before all 23 girls were lined up. I didn't realize how badly I needed
to go until I felt the stirrings of a piss hardon.

I unfastened my seatbelt and stepped into the isle just in time to get
ahead of another three girls. Allison, a bright and gifted 10 year old
pushed in behind me. Mary Atkinson, a tall skinny 9 year old redhead
with freckles was in front of me. Allison was pushed tight against me
by two other girls behind her and that forced me against Mary. My now
semi hardon was pressed against her bottom. Mary turned, looked up and
smiled. I could feel the heat from her buttocks and my cock flexed. 

Crap I thought, just what you need. Did she feel my cock against her?
I smiled back and turned somewhat to the side and looked down
wondering if it was noticeable. I turned back to Mary only to see her
looking at the bulge in my pants as well. She looked up again, staring
me right in the eyes and smiled again. 

Now I was embarrassed and she could tell I was, but didn't turn her
eyes away. I pushed back against Allison to gain a little more room
then turned back facing Mary's back. She giggled and turned to look
forward again. Holy crap, I thought. What a fucking error that was and
tried to look like nothing happened but my face showed my
embarrassment but thankfully it was only Mary who saw it.

The line up continued to grow and now there were about 10 girls behind
me with only Mary and one other girl ahead of me. The girls behind
kept pushing and more than once my now erect cock, straining against
my trousers poked Mary, who giggled each time. I kept pushing back to
keep from bumping up against Mary, who was now obviously aware of the
bulge in my pants and kept turning to look and smiling. 

I was quite worried now because, if you know young girls, you know
they can't keep a secret and the last thing I needed was for the whole
troop to hear about Marco's hardon in the bathroom lineup. It was
finally my turn and Mary went into one bathroom and I the other. I
waited a while after finishing hoping that she had gone back to her
seat and that would be the end of that.

My exit was a lucky one and Mary had gone back to her seat about 7
rows in front of me but she was standing in the isle and looked
directly at my crotch first, then looked up and smiled then sat down. 

About an hour after takeoff, the attendants served us supper, typical
airline food but we were all very hungry so it tasted great. After all
the trays and garbage had been collected I went to the front of the
plane and conferred with Agnes and Annie to ensure that all was well
and was stopped by Mary.

"Marco, is everything Ok?" asked Mary

"Yes, sweety everything is fine. Aren't you tired? I see your friend
is already asleep"

"No I am not tired at all and I think the excitement of everything is
keeping me awake"

"Oh well, everything is just great. I am going to talk to Ms. Miller
and Ms. Sherlock now so you just relax and enjoy the flight"

It was now nearly 8:00 pm and the cabin lights were dimmed. A lot of
the girls were already asleep so an air of tranquility descended upon
the cabin. 

I went back to my seat content in the feeling that all was well. I
tipped my seat back, feeling the tension of the day melt away and
closed my eyes. I drifted off to sleep. I couldn't have been asleep
for more than 20 minutes and was awaked by the flight attendant who
instructed me to assist the other ladies in ensuring the girls all had
their seat belts fastened as we were passing through a thunder storm
as was already evident by the roughness of the ride. 

The attendant assured us that this was normal over this part of the
Pacific and not to worry. The captain advised us via the intercom that
an electrical storm was in our path a couple of hours ahead, but he
was changing course to avoid the brunt of it. After ensuring all the
girls were safely buckled up I went back to my seat and buckled up as
well. The plane bumped and ground against the turbulence outside and a
few of the girls were a bit scared but the flight attendant kept
passing by those that were and after a while everyone settled down and
became accustomed to the bumpy ride.  

Once again I settled back against my seat and closed my eyes.

*** Chapter 3 Inappropriate Behavior

"Marco, can I sit with you? Marco are you awake? Marco?"

I was slow in responding and a bit startled by hearing her.

"Ah, Umm, Ahh Mary, what is wrong?"

"I am a bit worried and all the seats with Ms. Miller and Ms. Sherlock
are taken by other girls and I am sitting by myself"

"Can't you find someone else to sit with?"

"No, is it a problem to sit with you?"

"Well, no I don't think so but I think you should talk to Ms. Miller
first"

"I did and she told me to ask you."

"Well as long as Ms. Miller says it is Ok, then Ok, come on and sit
down"

I helped her fasten her seatbelt  and then settled back again and
closed my eyes.

"Aren't you scared Marco?"

"No sweety, I have been on many flights and there is always some
turbulence. It is nothing to worry about. Now why don't you just relax
and try to get some sleep"

I never really paid much attention to the girls before. Oh don't get
me wrong, I certainly noticed the budding little breasts and the swell
of their bottoms and their flat little tummies beginning to bulge out
but I was never turned on by that. 

Now I found myself studying Mary. Her long coltish legs jutting from
her thigh length shorts, her flat tummy with her outy bellybutton, her
little cone shaped puffies pressed out against her halter top and her
full lips. She looked so cute sitting there. Her freckled arms and
under her eyes and on down her cheeks fading near her cute little
chin.

"Can I sit right next to you Marco?"

"Why, are you not comfortable there?"

"Sure but I would feel more secure if I sat right next to you"

"Oh alright, move over"

She undid her seatbelt and lifted the arm rest separating the seats,
slid over and snuggled up to me. The overhead light was on, beamed
directly at her seat and when she bent forward to fasten her seatbelt
again the light caught her hair and the redness came out sparkling
like a sunburst. She really was a young beauty and someday some lucky
guy would have her. I have always had a thing for redheads. My father
told me they were trouble and red haired women were the work of the
devil, but what did he know, my mother was blonde.

She leaned her head against me and I could smell her freshness even
though we had spent the better part of the day in the airport.
Whatever shampoo she used had a wonderful odor.

"Comfortable now sweety?"

"Yes, really comfortable and I feel safe now too"

I reached up and turned off both lights.

After a few minutes she started to squirm and lifted my arm up over
her head and then snuggled in closer. My arm rested across her
shoulder above her head. A few minutes later she was asleep and I
followed right behind her. I guess we must have slept for about 2
hours or at least I did but when I woke in a dream like state I
thought I could feel a warm little hand stroking my erection. I nearly
jumped out of my seat, pushing her hand away quickly when I realized I
wasn't dreaming.

"Mary, what the hell are you doing?" I whispered as I brushed her hand
away the second time.

We whispered.

"I couldn't sleep Marco and I was curious about your thingy. I felt is
against my bummy when we were in the bathroom lineup and it felt
really hard, like it is right now"

"Well, young lady that is very inappropriate and don't do it again Ok"

"Ok Marco, I was just curious is all, but it feels really nice when it
is hard like is now. I'm sorry Marco, don't say anything Ok. I don't
want to get into trouble"

"Mary, please let's not talk about this anymore, and please please,
you don't tell anyone and I won't tell anyone. It would get us both
into a whole lot of trouble"

"Don't worry I won't tell anyone about our little secret, but I really
like how it feels Marco."

"Yah well, just don't say anything, promise me, not anyone Ok"

"Ok, I promise, not anyone. You know we talk about you in school all
the time."

"Wha wha wha what do you mean you talk about me all the time?"

"We have seen your thingy through your pants and talk about what it
would look like. We are all curious you know."

"Mary this is totally inappropriate and I do not want to talk about it
any more. You promised me you won't say anthing to anyone about this"

"I said I promise and I keep my promises"

"Ok thanks Mary, now just sit back and go to sleep"

*** Chapter 4 The Crash

I no sooner got those words out of my mouth when suddenly the plane
dropped and the heart in your throat feeling caught me by surprise.
The plane then shuddered as it veered sharply to the right. I slid up
the window blind and was blinded by a lightning fork.

Screams eminated throughout the cabin and then the lights flickered
and went out. I could hear the jet engines winding down in pitch and
that worried me. A few seconds later the backup kicked in but I knew
something was wrong when the co-pilot came out of the cockpit.

All the girls were crying and screaming and then an enormous flash
pitched the cabin into total darkness with only the flash from the
lightning storm illuminated the cabin. 

I knew we were in deep trouble before the co-pilot announced it in a
loud voice.

"Everyone, please try to stay calm. Ensure your seatbelts are fastened
tightly. We are going to make an emergency landing."

I could tell by the tone of his voice that he was scared as well and
even though he could barely be heard above the now wailing girls, his
message hit me like a brick. Where we were I did not know but over the
Pacific somewhere for sure and pitch black outside. Were we going to
land in water? Where the hell were we going to make an emergency
landing?

In my mind there was no such thing as an emergency landing. How about
an emergency fucking crash. In the direction designated by the flight
path in the seat pocket there were not many places to make an
emergency landing. The time was now 11:40 so we had been in the air
for nearly 5 hours which would mean we were past Hawaii.

I straighted up my seat back and did the same for Mary. I knew from
the pressure on my seat belt we were slowing down and descending fast.
I looked out the window. Aside from the flashes of lightning I could
not see any ground illumination that would designate a city or
something. Nothing. Now I started to get a bit worried.

Even though I was a bit scared, trying to comfort Mary helped me abate
my own fear.

The flight attendant had secured all the girls and overhead bins as
well as personally instructing each row about emergency landing
procedures then took her own seat.

I thought we were a bit higher but the sudden horrendous ripping and
tearing of metal told me we were crashing and badly. The right wing
must have struck something because the last thing I saw was the gaping
hole in the side of the plane where the wing should have been. The
tail whipped to the left and my head crashed against the window and it
was lights out.

I don't know how long I was unconscious but when I came to, I could
feel the blood running down my cheek as I slumped forward. I turned to
see Mary still out but could see no sign of trauma. Through blood
soaked eyes I peered over the seat and started to cry.

The whole front section of the plane was missing and nothing but a
giant hole where it used to be. Luckily there was no fire yet but from
the look of the inside of the plane I was not sure if anyone had
survived. I knew we were on land because there was no water flooding
so that was a good thing. We were stopped and that too was a very good
thing. Now to survey the damage. 

I unfastened my seatbelt and half rolled over Mary who was now coming
around.

"Are you Ok sweety?"

"Yes, I think so, my arm hurts really bad and so does my leg but I
think I am Ok" she said wimpering, her eyes full of tears.

"I am going to check out the situation, you stay here and don't move
or touch anything"

"Ok but I am really scared"

"Don't be scared sweety, nothing more is going to happen, just wait
here until I come to get you"

I moved into the isle or what was left of it and proceeded forward.
The row with Agnes was gone, nothing but another gaping hole where the
wing was attached. There was no sign of Agnes nor the two girls who
sat in the isle seat of either side. 

The carnage was devistating and I could hear the wails of the girls
eminating from the seats ahead. As I struggled to walk through the
isle I quickly surveyed the situation, there was blood everywhere
which was not a good sign. The plane had come to rest on an angle with
the left wing down and the nose of the plane which no longer existed
driven into the dirt. The angle made it difficult to navigate through
the broken twisted seats and other over head bin debris, but I plodded
forward.

When I saw what was left of Annie I was horrified. She had been
crushed by the forward bulkhead as where the two girls with her and
two of the three girls on the other side. The remaining girl in the
window seat was still alive but covered in blood, I was hoping it
wasn't hers. Her name was Margie Cohen, her eyes were closed but she
was crying loudly.

"Margie, can you hear me"

She slowly opened her eyes and replied

"Yes but I can't move my legs and they hurt really really bad"

"Are you bleeding anywhere?"

"No I don't think so, but my legs hurt"

"Well you just wait right here"

I proceeded to move through the rows and from the look of things, many
of the girls were still alive but some obviously dead. I asked each
one if they were bleeding and if they weren't and could move, get out
of their seats and head to the front of the plane and move outside. 

I shook each girl in turn and if I felt a pulse, carried them outside
to the dryest place I could find deemed far enough away from the
wreckage to be safe and lay her down, instructing the girls to cover
them with a palm leaf or anything else they could find and huddle with
them to keep them warm and attend to them as best they could. Their
tender years and lack of experience providing any medical attention
was limited but comfort was good medicine.

I decided that if the girl didn't respond and if I could not detect a
pulse, I would leave them there until I got everyone else outside to
safety and the morning to bring light. I carried 5 girls outside and
began to address their wounds, the rest were able to get out by
themselves.

I went to the back of the plane and got Mary and carried her outside
then I instructed the older girls to help anyone younger and continued
surveying each row. I was near tears as each row brought more injured
and more dead. I mentally kept count of the girls who were obviously
dead and so far 9 were for sure dead and about 4 more were seriously
injured and without medical attention they would probably be dead
soon.

Finally I had surveyed all the rows and went outside to take a head
count. There were 10 girls apparently with no major injuries other
than a few scrapes and minor cuts. They were all crying and I pulled
them all close in a group hug and told them to relax and sit down for
a few minutes. That hardly worked as the wailing continued.

 I explained to them that there were 9 girls injured seriously. I
didn't want to let them know they were dead, morning would bring a new
test for them dealing with that. Right now we needed calm. I
instructed them to clear a spot under a huge palm tree and get some
palm leaves to cover the ground and I would begin bringing out the
other girls.

The temperature was a bit cool but still bearable, the lightning
continued to light the dark sky as the rain kept pelting down upon the
wreckage and thankfully the grove of palm trees shed the rain to the
outside of the palm canopy and the ground underneath was relatively
dry. Our only light was that produced by the storm and a dim shadowed
light from the gaping hole in the front of the plane. It was now
nearly 3:00 in the morning and dawn I was sure would bring a whole new
perspective on the wreckage.

The plane although a total wreck had maintained battery backup power
and a few overhead lights flickered enough to provide the dimmest of
light.

The girls were all still wailing like banshees and trying to talk to
them was an effort in futility until I shouted at them to shut the
hell up for a minute.

I once again organized the girls,  instructing them to remain calm and
to care for their friends, to stay close to one another not knowing
where the hell we were and what dangers could be around. In the face
of my own panic and shock, I tried to show the girls some courage.

After all the girls had been safely removed from the plane I huddled
with the girls again for a few minutes, trying to calm them down then
decided to tend to the injured girls. 

*** Chapter 5 - Medic Medic

We were, I was just fucked. The woman dead and missing left me the
lone adult to deal with this nightmare. First I needed to assess the
health of the girls and treat any injuries.

The first injured girl I attended to, Linda Marshal was having trouble
breathing. Her pullover top had blood down the right side just below
her armpit but she was conscious and coherent at least. I told her I
would have to lift her top to check her injury. She said that was Ok.

"Be gentle though I hurt Marco, I hurt real bad"

"Don't you worry angel, I will be gentle"

I lifted her arms above her head, then lifted her top a little but
couldn't see anything so I called Mary Atkinson to assist me. I told
her to peel her top up by grasping the waist band and slowly pull it
over her head, while I held her arms straight above her head. The
lightning flashed and I noticed a cut or more a deep scratch about
three inches long extending from just below her nipple to just under
her armpit and blood was trickling but didn't look life threatening.

 I told Mary to put pressure on her wound while I quickly ran back to
plane and rummaged for the first aid kit. Luckily the first aid kit
was easily found and seemingly undamaged. I grabbed a couple of carry
on bags that appeared to have cloths in them and hurried back to
attend to the wounded girls.

The first aid kit had an assortment of gauze bandages and rolls of
gauze as well. I found a spray bandage aerosol can, which I had never
seen before other than an ad on TV so I knew that was a good find. 

I couldn't help but noticed the slight swelling of Linda's nipple
which meant she was starting to grow titties and thought, how
beautiful a young girls nipple was. I proceeded to clean her wound and
sprayed it once then dabbed the wound and sprayed it again. The
bleeding stopped. I then dressed her wound with a combination of gauze
and cloth strips I ripped from a blouse in one of the carry on bags. I
told Mary to dig up a dry top if she could find one in the carry on
bags and instructed Margie Cohen to help Mary put it on her and sit
with her. I quickly moved on to the next girl.

Audra Brown had a broken arm and a large patch of flesh peeled from a
point to a triangular shape just above her knee. The wound was about 2
inches long and I am sure it must have hurt like hell. The cut I could
easily dress although she needed stitches that wasn't going to happen
but it was not going to be easy to set her arm and without any pain
killers or topical freezing she was in for a screaming session. 

The thought occurred to me that perhaps a shot of some alcohol, like
you see in the movies might dull the pain a little. Once again I
rushed back to the plane and headed to the back where the kitchen was
still in tact and maybe the airlines still had a bottle of liquor even
though this flight was for minors. I rummaged through all the cabinets
and aside from discovering a significant amount of food, I did find
several bottles of all different types of alcohol. They were mostly
the little bottles but there was a large bottle of Johnny Walker Red
and a bottle of Gran Marnier. I grabbed both and headed back to the
girls.

"Audra you have a broken arm and I need to reset it and it is going to
hurt really bad but I want you to drink as much of this bottle as you
can before I start OK"

"What is it Marco?"

"It is a liquor, sweet and tastes like oranges and you are going to
need something to dull the pain. I also need to cut away the sleeve of
your sweater"

"Oh Marco, but this is my favorite sweater"

"Listen Audra, this is no time to get sentimental, I don't think we
can take it off without a lot of pain, now just drink this and relax a
bit and I will check on another girl and get back to you in a few
minutes"

The sweat and rain had my face drenched and I was almost in a state of
panic having to deal with the situation but when the going gets tough,
the tough get going.

She proceeded to take tiny swigs from the bottle and then decided she
liked it and took a few good gulps and laid back down.

"See to it that she drinks enough of this Mary but not too much so she
passes out drunk"

"I will Marco"

The next girl, Donna Eckels, aside from a few scrapes didn't look
injured but I could tell she was in severe pain, probably from some
internal injury and judging from the lump on her forehead a concusion
as well. 

"Where do you hurt Donna"

"My tummy hurts and so does my head and I feel like I am going to be
sick"

I decided that at this point there wasn't much I could do for her.
Giving her medication from the first aid kit was not the correct thing
to do if she did have a concusion.

"Well, listen I don't see any real problems other than the lump on
your head and I want you to lay quite for a while and if you still
feel naucious I will get you something, but try not to go to sleep Ok"

"Mary, see that Donna has a few swigs of that bottle as well and don't
let her go to sleep"

"Ok Marco, here Donna, take a drink of this"

I called Valerie to sit with her.

"Do not let her go to sleep Valerie, she needs to stay awake. I don't
care how you do it but just don't let her go to sleep"

"Ok Marco but hurry Ok, I hurt really bad inside" replied Donna

I called the two twins as well to come and sit with her and instructed
them as well to make sure she didn't doze off.

I moved quickly to attend to the next girl, Susan Black.

"Where do you hurt Susan?"

"My back hurts and so does my arm and I feel wet between my legs"

Oh Jesus, I thought how the hell was I going to handle this one.

"Well first lay down and roll over if you can and I will check out
your back first"

She laid down on the damp ground and rolled over. I pushed up her top,
which clung to her wet body. The lightning still had not subsided and
enabled me to catch glimpes of her. I could not see any marks or
blood.

"No lower down on my back Marco"

I looked lower but couldn't see anything either, well that wasn't
exactly true, she had two of the deepest dimples on her back I have
ever seen.

"I don't see anything, down further Susan"

"Yes just above my bummy cheeks"

"Listen, I am going to pull your shorts down a bit so just relax Ok"

"Oh it's Ok Marco, you are like my doctor now and it is Ok if you see
me"

I pulled her shorts down a short ways and noticed a large scrape just
above her crease that extended from her left hip to about an inch
below her cheek crease. She had a very plump little ass, well defined
hips and together with her dimples showed all the signs of womanhood
fast approaching.

I pulled her shorts back up and pulled her top down.

"Well Susan, it looks like a scratch, a pretty bad one but I think it
will be Ok, we can check it better in the morning when we have light,
now what is wrong with your arm"

"It feels numb and it starts to hurt right from my shoulder"

"Well roll over and lets check out your arm"

She rolled over. I picked up her arm by her wrist and slowly raised it
higher and higher until it was almost straight up when she winced. I
placed my hand on her shoulder and pulled slightly lifting more and
felt a slight pop. Her shoulder had been dislocated and the pop meant
it was back in place.

"Wow, you really are a good doctor Marco."

"Are you Ok now?"

"Yes but I feel really wet down there Marco"

"Well listen Susan, I am not sure what you mean by wet down there but
I feel a bit uncomfortable with examining you there"

"Marco, you told Audra this is no time to get sentimental, well this
is no time to get scared either, I am scared so please"

"What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to look and see why I am wet there, I could be bleeding to
death Marco"

The words from this little 11 year old struck me and she was right.

"Ok then I will examine you there"

I pulled down her shorts one more time, slowly, wondering what I was
going to see. My hands were shaking as I pulled her shorts down over
her mons, a lightning flash illuminated her almost hairless little
girl pussy and I caught glimpse of her clitoris. I thought to myself,
holy crap would you look at the size of that thing but pulled my
thoughts back to the task at hand. 

I continued pulling her shorts down and noticed the crotch of her
panties covered in blood. Oh fuck, she is bleeding to death. I caught
myself and then realized that it might be her period. She was turning
12 in a few days.

"Susan, I am not sure but I think you are starting your period, do you
think that is possible?"

"Yes, it is possible because for the last few months I have had a bit
of blood in my panties and but my Mom said that it would be a while
before I actually started, so yes it is possible"

I quickly pulled up her shorts and accidentally brushed the back of my
fingers over her clitoris, which stood out like a little finger and
she giggled.

"What are you giggling about?"

"That tickled"

"You must be feeling much better now with your shoulder set"

I told her I had to get back to the other girls and instructed Mary to
organize the other older girls to gather more palm leaves and to shake
them off to get most of the rain off them. While they were doing that
I went to tend to Audra who should have been drunk by now.

"Audra, Audra, AUDRA"

No response, I checked the bottle and she had drunk almost half of it.
That would have put me out. The girls had removed her sweater and it
lay on top of her rain soaked body. I lifted it up a little and pushed
it to one side to gain access to her arm and noticed they took off her
training bra as well or she wasn't wearing one. 

"Becky come here and help me with Audra" 

"Listen carefully, I need you to hold her down, sit on her chest with
your legs on either side and I will try to reset her broken arm."

"Ok, like this Marco?"

Becky straddled Audra, and I slowly moved her arm to one side pulling
it between my legs and braced my foot against Becky's leg.

"Ready, Becky?"

"Yes Marco"

I began by slowly pulling on her arm and could feel the grating of
bone on bone and winced, luckily it was her upper arm. I asked Becky
to put her hands around the upper part of the break and help me align
it with the lower part. I pulled harder and could feel the bones
meshing correctly or at least close to being correct. We fashioned a
splint using some branches and tied it up with strips of a wet shirt.

"Good work Becky. Now if you can sit with her a while, I think she is
pretty intoxicated"

She never so much as made a sound during the whole process, but I knew
she would be wailing tomorrow. 


END OF CHAPTERS 1 TO 5

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