August Moone Sagas
Book 5
Absolution
Chapter 33
Familiar Themes Part II

How to determine if you are really fucked…
	Jake whirled around but his struck in the face by the suddenly coming alive Jolene.  Pepper spray also anointed his eyes severely debilitating him.  
	“Skyler!” he yelled, the girl kicked him in the groin and then a knee to his chest.  Wildly Jake flailed about and was wrestled to the ground by the Park Ranger.  One hand was pinned beneath him and handcuffed.
	“Skyler!” Jake called out again.
	The Park Ranger began barking something of a an arrest ritual speech, he tried also calling for “back-up” but Jake managed to flail and cause the shoulder mounted radio button to come loose.  More pepper spray ensued.
	Skyler finally arrived, something was wrong with him, his head seemed as if though it were too heavy and lay off to one side.  He bore a heavy hunk of tree limb, though, and lauded it up against the Park Ranger’s head.
	The was suddenly a “shot” ringing out, Skyler fell back--was flung back and fell silent into the bushes.
	“SKYLER!” screamed Jake, he made a maddening rush to Skyler then turned madly to charge the Ranger.  The fight was on.
	The Park Ranger, though, was merely dazed.  He outweighed the fifteen year old by several pounds.  Several.  He was girthy, built, and trained in the art of defense and protection as well as prompt ass kicking of a suspect.
	With one hand cuffed, Jake flailed about pasting the beefy man with the other end of the cuffs, until the man whipped out his nightstick.  The air was filled with sprays of pepper, Jake floundered and was pummeled, kicked, and kneed sharply in the nut sac.
	“Yer under arrest, asshole.” spat the Park Ranger.
	“And yer dead!” spat a blood spitting Skyler.
	Ka-Boom!
	The man fell back against some bushes and collapsed.
	“Holy fucking shit!” Jake screamed.  He could barely see, hardly think, but understood a little.  Skyler had just shot a cop.  Dead.
	Skyler lowered the gun, he tossed it into the bushes then dropped a second weapon, the Ranger’s stun gun--of which the sneaky Ranger had used to disrupt Skyler’s doings of manipulating Jolene.
	“Jesus,” Jake spat, “we gotta get you to a hospital.”
	“Not bloody likely!” Skyler returned, “They’d report it to the cops.”
	Skyler slumped to the ground.  “We’re fucked now.” he breathed, and bled.
	“Cole’s, then, we gotta get you to Cole’s.”
	“He’s cool.”

	He also wasn’t home.
	The doors were “locked” and No One was home.
	Skyler WAS bleeding, but it wasn’t all that bad actually, the bullet from the Ranger’s gun had gone clean thru.  It just hurt like hell, but then again--Skyler actually seemed to be taking like all those war picture or cop shoot ‘um heroes did.
	Jolene had been “recaptured” and tied up very securely, and handcuffed, too.  The Ranger was hauled into the back of the SUV, Jolene into the floorboard middle area.  The gun was recovered along with the radio.  The boys then fled--quickly.
	They stayed at Cole’s until morning’s light.  He was still a no-show.
	“You know what he’s doing, don’t you?” Skyler said.
	“Yeah, sure.” then, “Uh, what?”
	“Depositing what he had.”
	Oh, getting rid of, recycling the Dungeonites.  He had just dumped them off into the desert, but had also been taking them back to where they had been “acquired” or to nearby cities, too.
	“Breezy.” Skyler said.
	“Think she’ll be cool about this?”
	“Fuck, I don’t know!” bitched back Skyler.
	He was in pain, though the bullet had gone thru, it left a trail of hurt.
	Jake was hurting, too--his balls, the lingering effects of the pepper spray, the fight itself from a grown man, etc.  and his balls hurt badly, too.
	Jolene whimpered from the middle seat.
	“Shut the fuck up, bitch!” yelled Jake, “’cause of you we’re in this mess!”
	Jolene, though, didn’t shut up.  She went into mild hysterics--she kicked at the door, the seats, and brought the unwelcomed wrath of Jake upon her.  He literally flew out of the truck and grabbed the naked child by her bound ankles, and dragged her into the ramshackled shack that served as a sort of barn.  Here she was strapped.  A broken fan belt across her tender ass flesh, back, and back of the legs.
	She wailed long and hard, but with her mouth finally gagged and out in the near middle of no where, she could wail all she wanted.  Jake finally yanked down his clothes and with his seriously hard cock, rammed the girl’s asshole and sodomized her as hard as he could.
	His balls severely ached as a result and caused him great anguish.
	He sat back after severely doinking the pre-teen’s rectum, she lay trembling and shaking on the dirt floor.  Jake’s balls were in the most extreme pain ever.  He began to retch and his mind fell upon the dead man in the back of the SUV.
	“We gotta get rid of that guy.” 
	Skyler concurred.  He sat on a wooden box by the open entrance to the makeshift barn.  Some wadding he had placed to his shoulder wound, he needed medical attention that he knew, but…
	Jake was pissed, and in a great deal of pain himself.

	Almost close to noon time, there was still no sign of Cole.
	“Maybe he left?” Jake surmised.
	“What, and leave paradise?” Skyler mused back.
	Jake went to the trailer, both side doors were locked, as well as a secret entrance to the ‘basement’.  It wasn’t stopping Jake, at the very rear of the old trailer was a small window for the rear positioned bathroom.  His ass was already “grass” with Forrest for the seat soiling and now the dead body in the back of the SUV, so what was a little more trouble?  He broke out the window and crawled thru.
	The class cut him up pretty good, he slipped and fell banging his head on the toilet and a glass shard punctured his skin at the back.  He slipped and floor on the floor and collided with the sink, biting his tongue near in half.  He also chipped a tooth.
	With Skyler finally inside the trailer--after Jake opened the patio door, the two set about doctoring one another with what little medical/first aid supplies Cole had.
	The boys napped thereafter.  A long, passed out sort of nap.
	They only awoke when Skyler heard the SUV fire up.
	Skyler took a header out the door and off the decking of the open-deck patio.  Smack down sliding into the dirt.  Jake came flying over him just in time as Jolene put Forrest’s SUV into gear.  The wrong gear, unfortunately, the truck had come in forward ways and the girl put the truck into Drive.  Stomping on the gas pedal she went hurtling forward into the rickety fence surrounding Cole’s piss poor property--then out into the desert beyond.
	Rough terrain it was, not much in the way of sand as it was into loose dirt, other types of soil conditions, household debris and refuse, plants, bushes, and boulders.
	All of which caused extraordinary problems for forward momentum.
	And the neat feature of the SUV was that if involved in an accident, there was a Fuel Cut-Off switch that when jostled JUST RIGHT, shut off the fuel to the engine.  And the engine would cut out.
	Jolene was freaking the fuck out and then some as Jake finally managed to get to her.  He dragged her by her hair back to the barn were he whopped her again with the broken fan belt.  He was naked, she was naked, everyone was naked.  The girl screamed and choked and Jake assailed her skin as hard as he could until she lost consciousness.
	“You gonna fuckin’ kill her, dude.” stated Skyler.  His shoulder that had been patched up and drizzled with a bottle of first aid peroxide was bleeding again.  It was either a statement or a question.  Jake didn’t care which at the moment.
	“Fuckin’ whore!” he spat and kicked the near lifeless body.
	With his dick as hard as a rock, again, he yanked the wretched girl up to her knees.  Her eyes rolled in her head, her hair was all messed up, her nude body grimey with the earth and blood.  Angrily Jake stuffed her mouth with his cock and fucked her face.
	He pumped hard, jerking the girl’s head back and forth, pulling out now and then to spank her face then plunge back into her throat.
	“Suck me, bitch!  Suck ME!” he yelled.
	“Dude.” said Skyler, he leaned against the door frame, partially to keep watch out for Cole or nosey neighbors--and partly as he needed support to stand.	
	Jake continued pumping, slapping the girl’s face with his cock and then back into her gullet for a few seconds of furious fucking.
	“Dude.” Skyler repeated.
	“I’m gonna cum in yer fucking mouth until you puke!” Jake stated.
	“DUDE!”
	“WHAT?” shouted back Jake to Skyler.
	“Dude, I think she’s dead.”
	Jake stared at his friend, then stepped back from the girl and watched her fall (dead) away.
	“Son-of-a-bitch!”

	The sun was near catastrophically hot.  It couldn’t possibly get any fucking hotter.  Couldn’t.  the dash thermometer read 117 degrees (F) outside temp.  Inside wasn’t much better, but it was cool air from the a/c that saved them.  
	“You sure you remember the way?” 
	“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” bitched Jake, “What are you, my fucking mother?”  he was in a sore pissed mood.  Skyler was in pain and discomfort.  He sat back in the seat letting the cold air of the a/c breathe on him.  The truck’s jostling deep into the desert did little to prevent him from falling asleep.
	Jake knew the way, but not as he remembered it when Ghash had come out that time.  ‘Maybe we ought to wait unitl ole Ghaser’s comes out this way again?’ Jake thought as he came to the top of a large desert hill-rise.  He hadn’t recalled doing so when with Ghash that night.  It had been all flat land driving.
	He got out, Skyler was sound to sleep.  Jake cussed and pissed on some boulders and then shucked his clothes entirely.  This had gone so wrong, so fucking wrong.  In part he blamed Skyler, but then it wasn’t entirely Sky’s fault.  They had “thought” they were secure enough, but they weren’t.  They needed extreme security for whatever business they did or got involved in.  Next time.  (if there WAS a next time)
	The Ranger had zapped the unsuspecting Skyler and fucked him up.  He had been in the midst of using the Contraptions minding his own business when the sneaky Ranger surprised him and zapped him with a stun gun.  Then everything else went to hell in a hand basket.
	Semi angrily he went to the rear of the SUV and opened it.  Two stinking bodies were within.  The ranger dude was already getting kinda stiff.  Jolene was still fairly “moveable.”  
	“I’m sorry.” he told her.  He wasn’t a killer, or at least didn’t mean to be.  It just happened.  Yeah, that would be a good one to tell the judge, “I din’t mean to kill her, your honor, it just happened.”
	“Hmmm, point well, taken, son, you’re free to go.  Have a good day!”
	With the engine off, the a/c was off, too--and it began to get stifling inside the truck damn quick.  Skyler awoke to find himself bathed in a pool of sweat.  He was a little bewildered and a lot confused.  It wasn’t much cooler out of the truck but he got out anyways, the driver’s side door was open.
	“Dude!” he almost yelled in surprise, “Yer fucking sick!” at the rear of the truck he found his best friend fucking the dead Jolene.  The boy was buck naked, as was the girl, her legs were about his waist as he was holding them and Jake was deeply fucking the girl’s pussy.
	Jake was right at the critical apex of his doings, Skyler could only stand and bake in the glaring heat of the sun, there was a slight “odor” from the dead body of the ranger, the summer sun was doing it wonders.
	Jake pumped, strained, pumped hard, strained harder and emptied a large amount of his jiz into the lifeless body of the twelve year old.
	“You sick fuck, you!”
	“Yeah.” Jake said with a shrug, he pulled out, emptied the rest of his splooge onto the girl’s pussy, then rolled her to her side, gripped a cheek and pulled it to reveal the glory hole, “Want some?”
	Skyler stared at his friend in awe. Then, 
	“Yeah, sure.”

	They were only off their mark by a few miles.  The SUV was not quite built for serious off-roading, but they managed.  The road they needed to get to was several miles to one side, across several miles of open fucked up desert.
	“We can go back to the main road and then go up to the cut-off.” Jake suggested.  But the adage of the closest point between two lines prevailed.  It was almost twenty something miles “back to the main” road, then the cut-off road was another ten or fifteen.  THEN, twenty plus to the abandoned mine shaft Ghash used--whereas going straight across the desert to the road they wanted to be on that they could see was just fifteen or so.
	They were out of water.  It was mid afternoon and 120 degrees.  The truck was beginning to heat up and the bodies would soon be “stinking” up the place.
	“I’ll go along with whatever you wanna do, dude.” Skyler said.
	Jake scratched at his sore aching nuts, “Fuck it,” he said, “let’s do it!”
	And one flat tire, two bottoming outs, one cracked windshield later they had done it.
	The abandoned mine area looked a little different in the bright (hot) of the day.  Old abandoned rusting mining equipment, tools, and two old wreck of 1940s style trucks.  The area was as remote a place as any.  The road even ended at the site.  Scrub brush and tumbleweeds and a few lone cacti dotted the area, nothing else.
	Huge piles of near bleached white rocks and boulders.  The mine shaft itself had three heavy wooden covers covering it, along with some ancient equipment on top to add that little extra weight ‘just in case some one down below wanted to crawl out.’
	The boys were too exhausted and it was too fucking hot to fuck with the removal of the cover.  
	“We’d better move the bodies OUT of the truck, though.” Skyler suggested, “They’ll start stinking up the truck’s inside and it’ll never get out.”
	“Forrest is gonna fucking have are balls in a vice anyways,” complained back Jake.  He pointed out the front grill, it was shot.  A headlight/lamp was busted out, the cracked windshield, some sort of fluid dripping from underneath--and the entire body was myriad of scratches and dents.

	When the sun went down didn’t mean the temperature would--high desert temps would remain constant for several hours.  Skyler’s shoulder was not so much in pain as it was in discomfort.  He also couldn’t move it.  Jake’s ball sac was in a dull ache.  But the two had a task and they sought to do it and get it over with.
	The equipment on the wood cover piles was HOT.  It took a little doing to move it and then more doing to move the heavy wooden covers.  A sudden huge waft of serious stinking putrid air rushed up out of the mine pit.  Both boys hurled.  They tossed their cookies all over the place, their eyes stung and they were unable to do anything for several minutes but puke.
	Wrestling with the Park Ranger’s body was quite a chore.  He was an adult, he was big, and a man.  
	“Take his clothes off.” said Skyler.
	“What?”
	“Well, it’s got his name tag and everything.”  nametag, wallet, the laundry tag on the back of the shirt…
	It was an ungodly task but it needed to be done, to help lesson the ability of an immediate identification--should anyone happen on the site and investigate.  Should.  It was unlikely but…
	“We oughta pour kerosene or gas down there and toss in a match.”
	“Someone would see it.”
	But still, Jake’s notion was a good one, he felt it probably wouldn’t be their last visit to the site, a clean funeral pyre what help lesson the funky odor the mine pit possessed.
	The ranger’s clothes were stowed away in the truck, then his body dumped into the pit.  Jolene was stiffening and Jake did feel badly about her demise.  He again apologized, then let go her ankles…

Just a little Deviltry among friends
	Jake had sort of kind of had it etched in his mind--No More.
	Skyler was indifferent.  He regarded the sordid previous incident as “an unfortunate mishap.”
	Oh, is that all!?
	He was gloomy about but blamed the Ranger, if it had not been for the Ranger’s interference, then Jolene would have been home with her mother in a matter of hours, and the Ranger would have been home banging his wife.
	It put a mild damper on their moods and they didn’t feel like dealing with anyone, going back to Cole’s, following Ghash, or going back to Breezy’s.  they still wondered and worried what had happened to Forrest.  

*

Happenstance Schmappentstance
	What was that about Best Laid Plans?  Resolutions?  Decrees?
	The boys humped out of the desert with yet one more flat tire.  The “spare” was already in use soooooooo.
	“We are SO fucked!” bitched Skyler.
	“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Jake replied just as bitchingly, “Bite me!”
	“Whip it out!” sneered Skyler jokingly.
	Jake grabbed at his crotch, hefting it in a defying manner.
	The road less taken was not remote, not like the other highway of death.  But still, not a hell of a lot of traffic.
	“There’s that place up the road aways.” Skyler spoke up.
	“Yeah?  And?” 
	“We can drive on the flat, just not very fast.”
	“How far away is it?”
	Skyler didn’t know for sure, he looked up the highway--nothing but rolling sandy hills, jutting boulders, a few cacti, and lots and lots of rugged desert.
	Suddenly, there was a gust of wind--and voices!
	Then, a strange-strange unfamiliar smell filled his nostrils.  This was followed by sounds--like lanyards smacking an aluminum flag pole in a high wind.  Creaking sounds and splashing sounds quickly followed and then…
	A ship!
	A HUGE ship!
	A pirate-like ship.
	It was fantastic!
	It was a huge ancient pirate-like ship with full sails, rigging, wooden, and sailors all.  The ship was sailing right across the desert!  There was water and everything.
	Then, as quickly as it had appeared--it had disappeared.
	“Holy fucking ape shit on a swing!”
	“What?” Jake finished pissing on the blacktop and looked to his bewildered friend.  “What up?”
	“Y-you didn’t see that?”
	“See what?”
	“Skip it.” Skyler looked out to the desert, it was the heat.  The heat and everything.  He was delusional.  Psychopathic and delusion--what a combo!
	Driving at 20 miles per they slowly motored into Ma’s Eats and Pa’s Garage a hour later.

	Flat repair was five bucks.  A new tire was twenty-five.
	Jake opted for one of each.  The tire that had gone flat in the desert requiring the Spare Tire just had gone flat by being punctured by sharp stones.  The Spare Tire had been--damaged beyond repair.
	The body of the SUV was…
	At least the engine still sounded good, but the body was shot.
	Skyler sat on a stump watching the old man fix the flat and make good the new tire (it was used but still…)  Skyler sat dejected, easing the dirt from his nails with a small pocketknife.
	“Gonna use that to cut our balls off and save Forrest the having to?” Jake snickered.
	“Then he’d cut our dicks off and shove ‘em up our ass!”
	Jake handed off a bottle of soda to his friend.
	“How much do you think one of those things are?”
	Skyler shrugged, “Twenty-thirty thousand easy.”
	“Damn.”
	“Why?  You thinkin’ of buying a new truck to replace this one?”
	“Thought crossed my mind.”
	Skyler nodded, well, it wasn’t that bad of a thought.  He was pretty fond of his balls.
	“How much you think we could get for THAT one?” Skyler suddenly wondered aloud.
	“It’s pretty fucked up--not much, maybe ten grand.  Maybe.”
	“Damn.”
	Jake shrugged, he didn’t know why Skyler was fretting so much anyways, Forrest was gone.  Long gone.  He hadn’t been seen in days and days.  He was either back at the New Digs place or moved on.
	The boys moved into Ma’s Eats and had lunch.

	An hour later the boys moved back to the fucked up SUV.  And it was fucked up--it wouldn’t start.  Skyler jiggled the fuel-cut off gizmo, no-go.  Jake flooded it and had to wait a few minutes to try again.
	Nothing.
	“What the fuck now!”
	“Sounds-a like-a your-a fuel pump-a is offa it’s a-trigger.” spoke up the old man wringing his dirty greasy hands in a shop rag.
	Jake sunk into the seat.
	“How much?” Skyler asked.
	“Be-a bouta a hundred-a for the part-a, fifty to put it in-a--” 
	Jake gulped.  “How much money you got?”
	“Enough.” but that wasn’t it.  “This fucking rube is fucking us!”
	Skyler looked puzzled.  “What?  How?”
	“While we were eating this asswipe fucked our fuel pump.”
	Skyler looked stunned.  “Why?”
	“So he’d get money out of us, you dope!”
	“Why I oughta--” Skyler seethed.
	“How long?” Jake asked to the old man lingering close by.
	“Be-a couple-a hours or so-a, have’ta send-a for it.”
	Naturally.
	Jake seethed, too.  It was hot.  He was grimy (among other things) and in no mood for shenanigans.  He knew damn well the old man had fucked with the truck while he and Sky were in noshing on lunch.  How else had the man so distinctly knew what was wrong?  (the truck had run just fine prior to rolling into Pa’s Garage with a simple flat…)
	Oh well.
	“Better be nothing else.” Jake warned the old fart as he clamored out of the truck.

	There wasn’t a whole hell of a lot to do at the roadside diner and garage.  It was too hot for much else, too.  Another bottle of soda and the boys cooled down, some.  Thereafter it was time for a little exploring.
	Just behind the Ma & Pa establishment there was a ridge of boulders jutting near to the sky.  It was mid afternoon and not fit for man nor beast to be out.  Jake and Skyler scooted out beyond the three trees shading the Ma & Pa place and sought distractions.

	To say it was hot would be an understatement.  But the desire to do something, anything, while waiting for their ride to be fixed up prompted the boys to shirk the heat and venture out beyond the roadside eatery and garage.
	There really didn’t seem to be a whole hell of a lot-a to see or explore.  Not in the general area anyways.  It was pretty barren and bare--and hot.  But being boys and bored, the boys pressed on scurrying up the rocky ridge.
	Not much there, either.  Beyond lay a vast wasteland of desert-scape.
	Jake hopped along a so-so path, a natural path.  He saw tracks, small scurrying animal tracks.  Skyler was opting to head back to the COOL restaurant--it only had a rustic old swamp cooler but still…
	Skyler was crawling over rocks and getting further away.
	Jake mopped his heated brow and followed.

	Some frisky risky lizards, an unknown type bird, a can of unknown type of what it used to be with several “holes” in it.  Some more cans, spent cartridges of a shotgun, and little else.  Skyler though seemed bent on ‘exploring.’  he scurried further and further along the ridge and at length disappeared from sight entirely.
	A sound of “AHHHHHHHHHHH!” that was a sound of surprise mixed with sheer terror prompted Jake to run amok over the hot sandstone.  Course-grained yellowish smooth surfaced rock jutted fifty degrees running a line of some several miles before tapering at both ends into the desert.  In some place the stone rose up juttingly one hundred fifty feet.  Shale, basalt, and reddish-brown conglomerate could be seen layered between the sandstone slabs.
	Jake saw where on one sort of slippery stone his friend had slipped.
	“Skyler!” he called down.  It looked like some 20-30 feet at a 40 degree slope.  The slope was masked by shadows.  A strange smell came up to greet Jake, not a bad smell, something kinda sweet, actually.
	Skyler’s tousled sandy brown head finally made an appearance, “Come on down, dude!” he was naked and wet.
	Jake gulped and took the dare, sliding down the slippery slope of the stone.  Almost immediately once entering the “shadows” of the other stones, Jake was met with a sudden (and welcomed) cool.
	The smell he had gotten earlier was none other than water!
	A hidden pool.
	There was illumination stemming from underwater crystals.  Some light was provided as well from protruding crystals from the walls and ceiling.  It was incredibly cool inside the Pool Room, and Jake made it a safe bet that no one knew of it!
	Skyler splashed about the pool, diving down to the depths of unknown unwisely.  Jake could see boulders and such, the water was absolute crystal clear--as well as delicious!
	Jake slid out of his clothes and slid into the refreshing water.
	Skyler popped to the surface, grinning and smiling.
	“How far’d you go down?” Jake asked.
	“Fuck, I don’t know.” didn’t care, either.
	Jake knew that the water had to come from “somewhere.”  he guessed it to be a natural spring.  ‘Jeeze, if the old geezer and his wife knew of it--’ Jake chuckled to himself, they didn’t know--or they’d be stinkin’ rich and not having to rip off stranded in a fix unsuspecting motorists.
	Jake shrugged it off and tried to dive to the “bottom” of the pool.
	He didn’t make it.  He could grab onto some of the rocks and boulders but the pool was quite deep.  He DID feel a current of some sort, and the deeper he dove the more intense the water became as being cold.  It also got darker.  
	At legnth Jake eased himself up out of the pool.  It wasn’t a significantly LARGE room, barely fifteen feet across with a three foot “beach” all around.  The ceiling was kinda low being scarcely twelve feet from apex to pool’s surface.
	Skyler soon pulled himself out, too.  He stood to stretch and look around and Jake took serious note of his friend’s cock.  It was stiff.  
	“Dude!” he chortled.  “What up!”
	Skyler checked his organ, gave it a stroke or two and nodded to Jake; Jake had “wood”, too.
	Although both their dongs were kinda sore and aching still from recent events, there was always time for more nastiness.  Jake lay out on his back, as he was already sitting.  He parted his legs and fondled himself.  Skyler ambled over and went to his knees between his friend’s knees.  He took to fondling Jake’s ‘jake’ and then went down on it.

	Going “down on it” was one thing, but have a stiffy ramming up your asshole was better.  As soon as Skyler had Jake’s johnson slickered up sufficiently (to his liking), he crawled up into position and guided the monstrous dong into his aching sphincter.
	“Fuck me, bitch!”
	Jake grinned and jammed his jammer into his friend’s chute.
	Butt boning one another was just away of clearing their minds.  Butt humping disallowed all other things--there was only the forethought of striving to reach orgasm and fill the other’s asshole with hot love cream.
	After Jake had done so, the two lay meshed together, Skyler’s hard bone against his friend’s rigid bod.  They loved on one another for several minutes, then Jake rolled over--pooched his ass up and Skyler went after it.
	
*

	Skyler lay on his stomach, asleep.  After a rousing hump fest it was time for a break.  Skyler sought sleep, Jake merely rested--but he was restless.  Recent sordid events in his life disturbed him.  Greatly.  
	After a time Jake began to look around the cave.  He took to notice that there were “holes”.  lots of holes.  Niches in retrospect.  There were, too, carvings, or etchings on the walls.
	Some of the carvings or etchings or whatever--resembled faces, small faces with very odd designs Jake thought were kind of like those of Aztec or Mayan or whatever.
	Some faces even looked as if though they were conveying that “See No Evil--Hear No Evil--Speak No Evil” expressions.  (among others)  there were jillions of symbols he guessed, jillions.  
	Skyler stirred, farted, rolled to his side and began to pee.
	Jake gave up studying the cave walls, it was giving him a headache.
	“Think the truck is fixed yet?” Skyler asked.
	Jake shrugged, ‘the fucker better have it fixed with nothing else wrong!’  He kept in mind the cave and thought casually of returning “now and then”, maybe to swim, maybe to study the walls.  (mostly to swim).
	He and Skyler gathered themselves (their clothes) and scrambled out of the cave--which wasn’t so easy as the slab of stone they had slid down on was smooth.  There was very little on the sides of which to “get a grip” and pull one’s self up and out.
	When they did--they were in for a mild shock.
	The two teens came to the top of the ridge and looked out to a massive green swaying in the breeze wheatfield.
	“That aint right!” Skyler announced.
	No it wasn’t, it wasn’t right at all.

	“What the fuck?” Jake looked all around.  No desert, just green immature wheat--the ridge of rocks was gone, too; just a misplaced outcropping of boulders.  They were same, but only a moundful of boulders, no ridge running in any direction.
	The boys stared at each other.
	“What the fuck gives, dude?”
	“Like I fucking no!” bitched angrily Jake.
	“This is WAY fucked up!”
	“No shit.”
	“What’ll we do?”
	“How the fuck do I know?”
	Skyler looked around and started to bound down the rocks.
	“Hey, I-I don’t think you should do that.”
	Skyler looked up shielding his eyes from the sun.  Looking around he did think better of it and climb back up.
	“This is weird.” he said.
	“Have we been smoking or snorting something?”
	Skyler giggled, “Maybe we ought to!”
	Jake shook his head then squatted to give the situation a good looksee as well as a good think.
	“Maybe we came up the wrong way.” surmised Skyler.
	There was only one way in/out of the hidden cave-pool.  Wasn’t there?  Jake wasn’t sure, he WAS sure that there was no fucking wheat field in a desert!  His mind went back and forth--from what he knew and what he was seeing currently.  It was wrong.  Wrong-wrong-wrong.
	Wasn’t it?  He hated doubting himself, it didn’t make sense.
	Skyler’s notion that they had come up a different way than they had gone down just didn’t hold water.  But then again…

	The boys slid down into the cave, waited a moment or two, then struggled to climb back up.
	“What the fuck?” Jake drawled in a shocking tone.
	Desert.  Lots and lots of desert.  The rock ridge, the few trees, the Ma & Pa roadside diner and garage, the highway.
	The boys looked to one another.
	“This is fucking messed up.” Skyler spouted.
	“Yeah, kinda.”
	Jake would have believed it to be a mirage or something, had it been him alone.  But with the BOTH of them seeing the same thing--the wheat field and no trees, rock ridge…
	“Let’ get the hell outta here.” Jake said.
	“Sounds good to me.”

	The part for the truck wasn’t even in yet.  Jake wasn’t happy about that and glared at the man.  Afterwards, the boys retired to the cool of the old diner and had a free meal on the old man.  They played some pinball and a game of pool.  Thereafter they found a cool spot in a corner and sought sleep.  They were not denied.
	“You’re truck is fixed.” came an old voice.  “You can be on your way, now.”
	Jake felt a little uneasy, his body needed a bed, better cooling, better food.  Skyler had a headache and desired the same as his friend.  Jake paid the bill, leaving him with very little “scratch”.  (Forrest hadn’t left behind his credit card…)
	Jake knew that Skyler could use his “magic boxes” to do away with having to use money OR to get money as needed, but later.  It was late, late evening.  The heat was near intolerable.  After snagging a couple of bottles of soda pop they were on their way.

	Fate or happenstance, when Jake, who was driving, pulled out onto the highway, he inadvertently turned left, instead of right.  Right would take them BACK to the desert city, or Cole’s.  Left would take them…
	But both the boys were occupied--their minds filled to capacity of stuff that had happened recently.  Even back to Leonard who had buried that boy in the oil barrel--then everything since.
	“Pull over, dude.” Skyler said after a few miles.
	“What up?” Jake asked slowing down some.
	Skyler began to retch and open the door.  Jake yanked the wheel to the right pulling over and stopping on the shoulder of the road.  Skyler leaned out quickly and began “hurling.”
	Jake killed off the rest of his soda then got out of the truck.  Skyler continued barfing a load-a.  Jake didn’t want to hear it let alone smell it.  He stepped to the other side of the road, peed on a rock and waited a few minutes.

	When Skyler was all finished puking his guts out, the boys proceeded to move along.  ‘cept for one thing.
	Truck wouldn’t start.
	Jake gave Sky a long stern look.  Skyler shook his head, “That fucking old man!”
	“Too bad his wife is old, too--”
	“Yeah, we’d fuck the snot out of the old cow!”
	But with dire determination, jamming his foot down on the accelerator and cussing, the truck finally managed to rumble to life.  Puking black smoke and all.  It settled down after a few minutes.
	“That motherfucker is gonna pay!” Jake seethed.

	“You know, I think we’re going the wrong way?”
	Jake nodded his head, made a face, sighed and pulled over (again.)
	After rolling his sore aching neck, ripping a butt blast, he proceeded to make a U-turn.
	“Hey, check it out.” Skyler said.
	Jake stopped mid-way in the turn and midway in the “turn” of the road that wasn’t so straight.  It was twilight but and the sun was setting beyond the distant mountains.  It was still hot, damn hot.  
	Down the road maybe half a mile was a car, a boxy station wagon by the looks; on the shoulder with its hood up.
	No big deal there, ‘cept there was a familiar truck tearing off down the road.	
	
	Pulling up slowly Jake and Skyler tried to see if there was anyone still IN the car.  They saw movement.  The driver’s side door was open.  Cautiously the boys crept out of the kinda their truck and ambled up to the station wagon.
	Kids.  Young teens, one boy, two girls.  One of the girls was approx. ten.  In the front seat a woman lay kinda moaning and a little out of it, her blouse was ripped up and bra sliced up the middle so as to expose her bodacious ta-tas.  A dark haired woman, in her mid thirties.  She trembled and shook all over and was way-way out of it.
	The woman’s pants and panties were at her ankles and there was strong assumption that she had most definitely been raped.
	It was Packard Ghash’s truck the boys had seen scooting off.
	The one teenage boy looked up all a fright.  His young sister were just as so.  They all occupied the middle seat, in the back were pieces of furniture, bedding, clothing, ice chests.  The family was in the midst of moving.
	“Can you help us?” inquired nervously the boy, who seemed to be about thirteen, but looked a year or so younger.  His ten year old sister peed her pants, had and was.  She was a cutey, a short curly blond haired girl, green short pants, a pinkish top with dark pink flowers with the word ANGEL written on it.  She sat between her big brother and sister.
	“Doesn’t look like your day!” Jake seethed chortling.  He unfastened his pants and let them fall.

	Ghash had left quite a “mess” on the woman, the mother of the kids.  Jake went ahead and pulled her clothes on off, then wiped her cunny down with her own panties.  Then he mounted her and sunk himself into her, sucking on her titties and having a good fuck.
	The woman stared up to the ceiling of the car.
	Skyler addressed the kids.  He felt nauseous, gassy, and light headed.  He saw lightning flashing before his eyes and heard thunder.  But it was Mother Nature’s doings!
	“Take off your clothes.” he told the three kids.
	“Fuck you!” blurted out the teen boy.
	Skyler cocked his head and glared at the boy.
	The boy shook and trembled and began to cry, then scream.
	It was brief.  When he was to himself again he began sliding his pants and underwear down.  Neither sister moved to comply, though--they were too frightened.
	Skyler had a sudden rush of blood from his nose.  There was a serious ringing in his ears and for a moment or two his vision was blurred.  He stood up out of the car and undressed himself, tripping and falling to the seriously warm pavement.
	“Dude!” Jake said coming to his aid, cum dripping from his dick.
	Skyler was hot, a fever and messed up all over.
	“Dude, you wanna turn around and go home?”
	Skyler shook his head, “It’s passing.” then, “Like gas.”
	He had burned his hands and ass but was otherwise okay.  Sorta.
	Jake helped him up and Skyler took a few minutes to gather himself.
	Thereafter he finished getting naked and re-addressing the kids.
	“I said, get naked.” he told the still two clothed girls.
	“It’s alright,” said their brother, “do it, go ahead.”
	The oldest one gulped but pulled off her yellow top.  The boy helped his baby sister get out of her shirt.  He then noticed her wet pants.
	“Sissy!” he complained in a whine.  But it was understood, she was scared.  They were all scared.
	When the oldest girl, Becca (Rebecca) began undoing her pants--she was stopped.  The teenage boy giving the commands told the brother to do it.  He was down to his underwear.
	With trembling hands due to being seriously frightened out of his wits and having to strip naked his sister, Charles tugged and rolled his sister Becca’s pants and panties down to her ankles.  After removing her shoes, the garments were tossed out the right side passenger window.
	Then Charles undressed baby sister Bonnie.  Once naked, her clothes, too, were tossed out the window.
	Then Charles slid down his own underwear and hurled them, too.
	The boy had to slid closer to the opposite side of the seat, so as he could blatantly open his legs and masturbate as per commanded by the naked teenage boy giving the commands.
	“Do you jerk it, often?” Charles was asked.
	Charles gulped and shook his head, No, he didn’t.  (liar)
	Once more, the naked teen cocked his head and once more tweaked out Charles; it both fucked them up and once more Skyler hit the pavement.
	His bare ass was getting serious road burns.  His hands and feet, too.
	Jake once more stopped humping on the mother who was basically brain dead.  Skyler had a nose bleed, ringing ears, general nauseousness.  It passed in mere seconds, less than a minute.  ‘cept for the ringing and a bit of blurred vision.  His dick was hard, though--that was a plus.
	Charles was more giving to give “correct” answers--he had suffered a bleeding nose, ear ringing, sea sickness.  It was ten times as greater than the first time.
	“Don’t fuck with me, boy.” 
	The “boy” nodded, gulped, and trembled in place.
	“Alrghty, then…” seethed the naked glaring teen, “you yank your crank--on a daily fucking business?”
	Slowly, Charles nodded, it was so, he was a yanker.

	In the front seat Jake once more put it to the mother of three.
	He hoped there would be no further interruptions.
	As he pumped, he noticed a necklace about the woman’s neck as well as “charms” about her wrists.  As he continued to pump he concentrated on the items.  After studying them for a moment or two, he sat up and looked into the middle seat area.
	“What’s your name, Charles?” he asked.
	Charles nodded.
	“Who are you?” Jake asked of the older girl.
	“B-Becca, Rebecca Lommans.”
	Jake turned to the youngest one.  “And you?”
	“B-B-B--”
	“Bonnie, her name’s Bonnie.” spoke up Becca.  (Bonnie had a stuttering problem, compiled greatly when faced with incredible dangers or pressures--first day at school, meeting strangers, pissing the bed, or forced to get naked…)
	“Who’s Lindsy and Michelle?”
	“Those are our twin sisters,” spoke up the boy.
	Jake bopped his head on the back of the front seat.
	“Shit.” he said.
	Skyler shook his head.
	“Where’d you think he’s going?”
	“With that bastard?  Who the fuck knows!?”
	“Alright, here’s the deal,” Jake said to the kids, “we know the fuck who got off with your sisters,” and they are probably dead by now after being beaten and raped.  “We sort of know where he might be going or will be going,” he looked to Skyler who nodded in agreement, “so the deal is, you do for us what we want, and we’ll go get your sisters.”
	Charles reared his head back, that sounded--weird.
	Bonnie cried while Rebecca sniffled and clung to her naked self.

	Becca sat at the edge of the seat by the open door.  Her young naked body was a delight, Skyler hung at the opening his cock near close enough to touch her, at least drip on her.  
	At the other end stood baby sister Bonnie, one foot on the floorboard, the other up on the seat.  One hand on her darling little ass while the other busied itself fingering herself out.
	Only Becca was at the stage of fingering herself.
	Charles was a happy yanker, if not daily, almost daily.  And especially so when he had begun cumming off.  He had a pair of his sisters’ panties, all of them, including the twin six year olds.  Had he molested the girls, all of them, any of them?
	Yeppers!
	On the sly, nothing too bold.  Occasionally he “whipped it out” on Becca, exposing himself--in jest.  Becca never ratted him out but made it clear she wasn’t too cool about it and he’d better knock it off.
	Skyler had Becca go down on her brother’s dong, to suck it fully, fondle his balls, and drain him.  Meanwhile, Skyler fingered Becca’s asshole and tantalized her pussy.  As she bent fully over, crying--sobbing, generally carrying on, and etc.--Skyler poked at her asshole with his cock, his knees on the gravely shoulder of the road.
	Meanwhile--Jake was in the front seat still screwing the mother.

Sordid Events
	Charles cooed to his sister (Becca) as she slid down onto his pole.  His hands supported her as she leaned her back into his body.  The boy’s hard thirteen year old cock went sliding not so easily into the girl’s poop chute.  Skyler had greased the virgin hole, with his finger and cock before having her take her brother on.
	Becca’s legs draped over her brother’s legs and Jake leaning over the front seats had a nice view and anal penetration.  Though Charles was upset about the whole affair, worried about his mother, his twin sisters, it wasn’t all THAT bad.  (he had always wanted to butt bang Becca)
	Once his cock was well seated into his sister’s shitter, the butt fucking began.  Jake reached out and fondled Becca’s titties, Skyler leaned in and suckled on one.  Jake’s dick was limped out, he had fucked the woman in the front seat repeatedly, her poon pie wasn’t so tight and took a while to get off.  Skyler fingered the girl’s pussy, then squeezed into the middle section, smiled at the girl, and with blood streaming from his nostrils, rubbed his aching hard schlong up and down the girl’s virgin pussy.
	Charles had never ‘fucked’ before, but was mildly aware of what it was about and there was that natural instinct going for him, too.  He pumped into his sister a-hole, grunted and groaned.  Becca moaned and made grimacing faces.  Her face changed dramatically as Skyler began more earnestly stuffing her poon.
	As Skyler made more steady penetration, the girl began to freak out more and more.  Her young poon was tight, snug, serious resistance involved.  Skyler pulled out and jacked off onto the girl’s stomach, shooting a massive wad onto her chest.  Jake made the youngest girl lick the cream off of her sister’s body--then lick Skyler’s cum squirter clean, too.
	Charles was too scared to concentrate of cumming.
	At length, the girls sat off to one side of their naked brother, he was pulled to where his ass was at the edge of the brown vinyl seat.  His legs he had to hold back with knees near to his shoulders.  Then, Jake who’s cock had recovered fucked the boy in the ass.
	Skyler sucked on the boy’s cock and spanked his friend as he entered into sodomy.  Charles was so perplexed and alarmed, so driven into the nuance that was butt fucking, he couldn’t utter word one.  His face was shocked looking, mouth open, eyes bulging.  Typical for a first timer.
	After Jake had done his thing and creamed DEEP into the virgin hole, Charles was turned to lay out lengthwise on the seat.  Sister Bonnie was told to suck the brother’s cock, sister Becca came to sit on her brother’s face, facing down his naked body.  Charles’ mind was almost as “gone” as was his mother’s.  He held his hands to his sister Becca’s hips while mindlessly he licked out her pussy.
	Meanwhile, little Bonnie sucked on her brother’s worm (as she called it) while Skyler fingered the child’s backdoor, poking and prodding to his delight.

*

	They were quiet for a long time.  At times Jake slowed down and scanned both sides of the landscape.  Skyler had all but passed out.  Neither knew where Ghash had gone, they knew where he MIGHT go, but Jake had qualms about driving cross country in the desert (again).
	Skyler hadn’t realized something important.
	It was slowly dawning on him, though, but wouldn’t for a while yet.  (He had conveyed his wishes to the Lommans Family all without the aid of the Contraptions One-Two-Three!)  that was significant.  Wasn’t it?

	The a/c was on full blast, it was	kinda cold but not as cold as it had been--plus, with the passenger side window down there was hot desert air mixed in.  Skyler, like a dog, leaned his sick head out the window.  His GSW no longer bothered him, ever since emerging from the hidden cave-pool behind the Ma & Pa roadside place--Skyler’s gun shot wound had basically “healed.”
	A miraculous healing.
	But he was still ill.  
	Jake slowed the SUV down at a curve and pulled over to the shoulder.
	Out of the glove box he pulled out the hi-tech binoculars, Skyler was asleep.  The windshield was too dirty and grimy to see clearly out of, he stepped out and was greeted by incredible waves of heat.  It was dark out, almost nine in the evening type time and it was still damn hot.
	Several miles ahead were tail lights.
	With the high-tech ‘noculars he tried focusing in to see if it was Ghash’s ride.  They were too far and it was too dark to make out plainly.  Skyler was awake, barfing onto the desert ground.  After barfing a load-a, he opened the middle door and crawled in, shucking his clothes and laying on his stomach.
	Jake walked around a bit.  The tail lights of the vehicle ahead of them disappeared into the night.

A little mind trip never hurt anybody
	Stephanie Howard  Shawnra Biggins  Denise Batcherly and at least a dozen others were superior in looks and appeal.  Denise was the only cheerleader.  There were others, of course, who suited his fancy but the top three that warmed the cockles of his cock--Steph, Shawnra, Denise.
	Stephanie, Shawnra, and Denise were kind of a “klick”, a social order of which they hung out together on and off the school campus.  
	“Mr. Cooper, are we going to class today or stand around here gawking?” Mr. Woodward, campus jerk and assistant principal who taught 5th grade remedial English/Math/History and anything else a student failed to comprehend.  ‘Who was he talking to, “Cooper?”’
	The Trio of girls Skyler had been gawking at turned a corner and were out of sight.  The class bell rang for the 2nd time, there would be no third.  Mr. Woodward stood menacingly with arms folded, “Well?”
	Skyler bounded off for health class.
	He was confused.
	Which was an understatement.  He was a LOT confused.
	Something wasn’t right.
	He dashed into Health Ed 1 Room 234 just in time.  Ms. Karp was taking roll call.  Skyler plopped into his seat.
	“Tray, you get the stuff?” whispered a boyish voice in the next aisle.
	Skyler looked at him, a boy of about 11 or so, reddish hair, freckles, well rounded face, face of wonderment.   Skyler could only look blankly at the youth.  He didn’t know the fella, did he?  (Tray?)
	“Ahem!” snapped Ms. Karp.  Skyler and the other boy sat rigid in their seats.  Skyler took a long look around--there was some familiarity to the classroom.  Some.  It was also “unfamiliar.”  He felt out of place.  Something wasn’t right.  But what?
	Some girl wore too much perfume, before him sat, Tammy Bughs.
	He looked to his left again, the boy directly across was Shaun, Shaun O’Cassidy.  Skyler gave him a long hard stare.  Something wasn’t right about him, either.
	Health class.  Human anatomy, preliminary sex ed.
	Bowing his head he tried to think clearly, things seemed kinda mushed up, didn’t make sense.  Very little made any sense at all.  He had books, and a backpack FULL of books.  His desk was on the far right of the room.  On the wall there posters and postings, school rhetoric and other general bullshit.  
	“Alright class,” spoke up Ms. Karp, “let’s open our books to where we left off.  Your assignment on the bla bla bla--” she rattled on and on.  Numbly Skyler opened his book, a paper was in the middle of it.  His mind was racing.  What was going on?
	His pencil in the desktop’s pencil holder was knocked out of its place and onto the floor.  When bending sideways to pick it off of the floor--he saw the top of Tammy’s panties.  
	She wore black jeans.  TIGHT black jeans. Her blouse was a regular flowery shirt, nice medium sized apple-like titties.  Reddish blond hair, bubby personality--happy go lucky.  Purple panties.
	His mind was in a whirl.  His confusion was displaced by the desire to see Tammy naked, sitting on his cock, or at the very least his face!

	He couldn’t breath.  Not even if he wanted to.  There she was, the reason and cause of his inability of not breathing--Leigh Anne Grough (pronounced “gruff”).  She wasn’t too particularly cute but he guessed she was pretty.  She usually wore simple clothes, jeans and whatever, bell bottoms and loose fitting tops.  Occasionally dresses or skirts.  Long dark brown hair, a very pleasing face and she was from Texas.
	Her daddy was reportedly a preacher.
	Skyler guessed it was why he was so enthralled with her, he had heard girls, or boys, of prominent peoples (like preachers, bankers, principals) were more apt to be the naughtiest of all the student body.  Least, that was what he had heard.
	Leigh Anne stood with her best friend, Claudia Breemer.  Claudia wasn’t so bad, either, about the same size, short bouncy ultra curled blond hair.  Leigh Anne’s was long and straight with an occasional feathering.
	Both girls Skyler desired.  Deeply.  
	“I cant wait until we get into 7th grade!” chided his pal, “Spunky.”  Skyler looked to him, the same kid from class, Shaun O’Cassidy.
	“Why?” asked Skyler feeling that confusion sense overwhelming him again.
	“The chicks will be older!”
	Skyler nodded.  Oooooooh-kay!

	In the lunch line there was Max Clemmens, he was a BIG boy and Skyler with Shaun hoped to stay on his good side, for protection.  In front of Max was Sally Anne Rogers and Lee Ann Kirkman.  Sally was definitely cute.  Damn cute.  All kinds of cute.  All kinds.  In like Tammy Bughs, Sally had bubbly personality, always smiling, energetic, cheerleader material.  A small body, small chest.  Her face was the roundest Sky had ever seen.  Her ass was the nicest…
	Tons of nice asses abounded in the lunch room.  Bouncy young titties, fresh faces; Skyler imagined every girl he focused on, naked, with his cum dripping onto their faces.  His confusion once more waned.  Where was he?  How was he where he was where he didn’t know where he was?
	His name he knew, Skyler Zane.  The girls he knew--sort of.  Best friend Shaun he knew, again--sort of.  They seemed real, the school seemed real--but, but there was something not right about it.  He couldn’t put his finger on it--
	“Dude!  You alright?” exclaimed Shaun sitting next to him.
	“Oh gross!” blurted a girl sitting across from him.  Then several girls and younger boys from other grades made hasty departures from the gathering table.
	Blood streamed from Skyler’s nose.

	The school nurse was a big busted bitch, she smelled funny, too.  She was tall, wore a tight fitting nurse’s outfit, a name tag, and brown hair in a tight bun.  She reminded Skyler of those big busted Nazi or Russian women he had seen in books and on schoolastic film.
	She doctored his nose, had him sign a piece of paper about it, then had him rest for half an hour before sending him on his way.
	Dawn Kook was in the empty hallway.  It was a big city school, wide halls, high ceilings, four stories of city kids.  It didn’t seem right, it didn’t feel right.  It wasn’t his school--it wasn’t his school!
	And the kids, none of them he really knew.  He didn’t get it.  He just didn’t fucking get it.
	But Dawn Kook, he knew that he wanted to get her.  Badly.
	Purple pants, tight ass, black shoes.  Long brown hair, silky, nice chest, too.  She was fiddling with her locker--he wished she would fiddle with his dick!
	Suddenly, Skyler could see something kinda strange.
	Well, not actually SEE, per se, but feel.
	He couldn’t explain it--there was no explain, what was to explain?  He SAW a boy, a lad of about 12, round face, short brown hair, kinda handsome he supposed, a green teeshirt with an outer unbuttoned shirt.
	Tray Cooper.
	Skyler could see him.
	But how?
	The girl across the wide hall stood at an angle, casually it seemed as if though she were on the sly looking at him--er, Tray.
	There was a brief smile from the girl, she WAS looking at him, Tray.  She held her locker door open and fussed about.
	‘Go over to her, stupid.’ Skyler urged.  He didn’t fully understand, but was beginning to see that he was a part of the eleven year old boy, Tray Cooper.
	Tray whirled around, almost tripping over his feet.
	‘God, don’t be a dope!’
	“W-who said that?”
	“Are you alright?” Dawn asked from across the hall.
	Other students began roaming the halls, it was late afternoon and some students were going home early.
	“Uh, yeah-yeah,” he stammered, “I-I just got out of the-the nurse’s office.”
	Dawn stared at him like he was a dork.
	‘You’re blowing it, asswipe.’
	Again Tray whirled about.
	‘Holy shit, are you a complete idiot!?  I’m you’re fucking Conscious!’
	“M-my conscious?”
	‘Don’t talk out loud, dumbass,’ barked Skyler, ‘people’ll think there’s something wrong with you.’
	Tray nodded that he understood.  ‘Oh-ok.’ he said nervously, not understanding what had happened.  He shrugged and proceeded to go about his business.
	But Dawn Kook was gone.
	‘Dumbass.’

Discoveries or Getting To Know You
	Next on the agenda was Kathy Whatt.  She stood with a jillion others at the main doors leading out to the big city.  There were a “jillion” other girls milling about, yapping, chortling, giggling, and look oh-so pretty, but Tray Cooper was interested in just the one of the jillion, Kathy Whatt.	 
	She wasn’t a bad dish, short britches to the knees, light blue jeans.  A tight pull-over top with a popular emblem of a cartoon bear on the front.  Silky brown hair, dark eyes.  She was a little strange, but Tray attested that to her parents being a little “strange” too.
	Butt he liked her.
	‘Go up to her, little dude.’ Skyler suggested--strongly.
	Tray shrugged, gulped-- ‘I-I can’t.’
	‘What?  You gonna be a dufus all your life!?’
	“Who are you!?”
	‘I told you, dumbass, I’m like your fucking conscious, or something.’ Sky wasn’t exactly certain himself, but it was the best he could think of off the cuff.
	‘Why are you so mean?’
	‘I’m not, I’m trying to help you and you’re being a DUMBASS!’
	‘I don’t NEED your help!’
	‘Oh!  Well ex-cuuuuuuuuse ME!’ then, ‘I see your doing so well so far!’
	“AHEM!” spoke up a gruff voice, “Gawking again, Mr. Cooper?” Mr. Woodward once more was in his face.  The pudgy tall balding administrator stood with crossed arms, papers in one hand, a scowl on his face, glasses way down his nose.
	Tray looked about and the once “jillion” of girls (and some boys) who had been at the main doors had dwindled to a scant small mob.  And Kathy Whatt was not among them.
	“Damn it!” Tray blurted.
	“What did you say, Mr. Cooper?” asked a stunned Mr. Woodward.
	‘Oh shit!’ Tray blurted to himself.
	‘Dumbass!’

	Thirty minutes Detention, a scolding, and an essay on the Perils of Cussing.  Five hundred words, excluding name.  Mr. Woodward sat at his oak desk grading papers, mostly using the Red pen marker.  The scowl on his face never changed.
	‘That’s a fragment sentence, fussy ass over there will gig you for it.’
	‘How do you know?’
	‘Kid, I’ve been there, here--in detention.  LOTS of times, after awhile you DO learn stuff.’
	Tray was pissed, though.  He was confused and pissed.
	‘Can you go away?’ asked Tray.
	‘Kid, I’d love to, but--’
	‘But what?’
	‘I don’t know how I got here in the first place.’
	‘I thought you were my conscious or something.’
	‘Yeah, well, about that--’
	Tap-tap-tap  Mr. Woodward stood at the kid’s desk, tapping his foot and tapping his pen on the desktop.  “Day dreaming, Mr. Cooper?”
	‘Wouldn’t you just love to have the balls enough to tell him to FUCK OFF!?’
	‘Yeah.’ giggled Tray.  ‘But how much detention would I get for that?’
	‘A life time, probably!’
	Woodward took up the boy’s paper and scanned it quickly, he shook his head, “This wont do, Mr. Cooper.” the essay was crumbled up and the hardnosed assistant principal returned to his desk.
	Tray sat at the desk, four other students had been in the class, but they had left.  Tray was alone, it was 3:31.  He had to get home, he had chores to do and everything.
	‘Should I leave or what?’
	‘I don’t know, kid.’
	Tray started to get up, as he moved he caught the attention of Mr. Woodward.  “Ahem!” said the man, he tapped his pen again and gave the boy a stern look.  “You still owe me a paper!”
	‘What an asshole!’ the voice inside Tray’s head said.
	Tray said nothing.  He fumed.  He was pissed.
	‘Okay, kid, I’m going to help you.’
	‘How, I cant do any more detention.’ he replied surly.
	‘Nah, let’s work on the essay.’

“On The Subject of Swearing”  by Tray Cooper
	Cussing, using profane language, making obscene gestures, whatever its called it is swearing.  Swearing has become a commonplace this day in age and used most commonly by male teenagers.  It makes them feel more sophisticated and feel respectable about themselves.  Everyone swears so it doesn't make a difference to them because they sound just as intelligent as the others they choose to be around.  Not only does it please their mother so much, everyone seems to show respect towards anyone that has the ability to think of no better word than a swear word.
	Swearing has become a fine mark of manliness for a teen.  Being able to swear just like an adult proves to them how grown up they are.  Swearing shows how one has self control over themselves by being able to pop in a swear word once in a while without overusing them.
	Swearing is all right just as long as its not overused. Those that tend to misuse a cuss make fools out of themselves because they seem to sound foolish as if they are unable to control themselves.  Such vulgar people tend to make a swear sound tasteless and inappropriate in such circumstances.
	Anyone listening to a story told by someone that swears every other word is intrigued by the story and makes it a point to pay careful attention to every detail.  The ability to swear is impressive in that they can tell if one has had more than an ordinary education.  The vocabulary learned throughout one's life can never substitute for a curse. 
	Swearing can give anyone a desirable personality among both women and children, or anyone that lives in a respectable society.  Since swearing is a common activity among today's society, no one minds the occasional swear word and that is why infrequently when a little swear word slips it is never mentioned that that is a bad word to say.  Besides it is only a simple, inoffensive word which really never harms anyone.  Swearing should
rarely be used to hurt someone, rather its basic intentions are to flatter and make a story better.  A person that swears has a definite charming personality due to their casual speech and delectable behavior.
	The use of the swear word is an art, any overuse can tend to make anyone annoyed.  However, with subtle use it has been adopted by others as being an unmistakable sign of culture and refinement.  Some may think of swearing as an unfavorable choice of words used only by the unintelligent. 
(end)

	The look on Mr. Woodward’s face was not one of pleasure.  His scowl was apparently permanent!  He looked to Tray as the young lad stood at the crappy green ornate desk.  “What is this?” he demanded in a demanding tone.
	‘Ut-oh.’
	“WHERE did you get this!?” the administrator roared.
	“I-I-I j-just wrote it!”
	“LAR!” shouted the man, he grabbed Tray and shook him and shook the paper before the frightened boy’s face.  “This is not your style of writing!”
	The boy was suddenly wrenched across the man’s lap and smacked on the ass.  Then, another smack came.  Tray clenched up with his hands trying to protect his young ass.  He was almost twelve, he was too old for spankings!
	Then, his brown cords were yanked down and his tender ass was nearly bare.  Tray was stunned.  “What the fuck!?” he blurted.  Mr. Woodward made some sort of musing about a swat for every swearing offense.
	“Let me go, motherfucker!”
	SWAT!
	“AW!  God-damn it!”
	SWAT!
	“Shit!  That hurts!”
	SWAT!
	Tray wriggled more and more until his underwear was suddenly wrenched down and Mr. Woodward was spanking bare handed to bare ass.  In between swats, Mr. Woodward squeezed ass.
	Tray was somewhat oblivious.  He couldn’t remember the last time he had been swatted.  And even if so, it surely wasn’t bare assed!  
	Skyler felt strange, like he was seasick.  The walls metled, the floor rippled and some sort of buzzing was increasing in volume in his ears.  Something was wrong--really-really wrong.  Then, a sudden violent convulsing began.
	“Dude, you’d better not Ralph in Forrest’s truck, our balls are already in danger as it is.”
	A hot wave of desert air kissed Skyler’s face, he basically fell out of the truck and hurled vomit.

	“I think we’d better give up on ole Ghash, those girls--”
	“What?”
	“Well, you know, you know Ghash, they’re probably fucked and dead.”
	“Damn.”
	“Yeah.”
	Skyler lay on the middle seat staring up.  He felt awful.  His shoulder hurt, the hole had mysteriously healed, but it was sore.  Maybe another dunk in that strange cave-pool?
	“You wanna go on home?”
	Skyler suddenly thought of his mom and dad.  He was sending them money from a supposed out-of-town job he had.  Home.  A home cooked meal, his own bed, his mom smiling at him.  He knew he was a fuck up, but his mom always saw promise in him.  For her, he’d do anything.
	Home.
	“Breezy’s or Cole’s.” Jake butted in.
	“I think I just want to lay here, still, for a while longer if you don’t mind.”
	“No worries.  I’ll just jerk off some more.” Jake was ansy, he wasn’t sleepy, he was worried about the girls and their family a few miles back.  True, there was very damn little traffic on the lone desert highway, but there was some every now and then.  Someone would be along and find the family.
	Jake sighed, Skyler yawned.  

*

	‘Hey, little dude, you alright?’
	“Fuck you!” shouted angrily the “little dude.”
	‘Hey, keep that up and you’ll be writing more essays!’
	“I don’t need any of your fucking help more any!”
	Little Dude was pissed.  Really-really pissed.  He stomped-stalked off down a city street.  It was some metropolis city, inner city.  The school was PS 59, JF Philmore Elementary School.  They were on Hyde Street, a park was across, there was a 4-lane city street emptying onto Hyde.  Lots of trees, lots of tall buildings, too.  Skyler couldn’t recall ever being “wherever” he was.
	‘Hey, Little Dude, where am I anyways?’
	‘Huh, you don’t know where you are?’
	‘Nope.’
	Tray stopped by the cast iron fence.  He looked all around puzzled.  ‘So, you’re in my head, right?’
	‘Yeah, I suppose so.’
	Tray had to give it a long think.
	‘I don’t understand it, either, I-I think I’m like a spirit or something.’
	‘A spirit?  Like a ghost?’
	‘Hmmmm, I dunno about a ghost, but if it fits--whatever!’
	Tray twitched his mouth and then continued on for home.

	‘Soooo, how’s come me?’
	‘How’s come you, what?’
	‘How come ME, stupid!  Why’d you pick me?’
	‘I didn’t PICK you, asswipe, I just, you were--it just fucking happened, that’s all.’
	‘So like how long are you going to be in my head?’
	‘I have no idea.’
	Tray went quiet thereafter and hustled his steps, it was after 4 o’clock.
	Lots of apartment buildings.  Lots.  On both sides, repair shops, delis, and knick-knack shops.  Shops-shops-shops.  Small parks and makeshift parks and community gardens.  It didn’t seem all that bad for inner city dwelling.  The buses didn’t seem to be belching as much pollution as Skyler thought they should.  There were still plenty of cars and trucks and such, but not a throng of massing peoples everywhere.
	And an ice cream truck.  A white boxy ice cream truck was stopped off to the side with a small group of elated children acting like stock callers on a floor of a stock exchange.
	And once more there was Kathy Whatt.
	Tray smiled.  He forgot about his ass busting, extra detention, late for getting home, and a ghost-spirit occupying space in his head.  All that mattered was gawking at Kathy Whatt.
	Slowly Tray stepped closer and closer, most of the children of various ages were happy with their purchase and were scurrying away.  	Some color scheme of green pants.  Tray’s eyes focused on the girl’s ass.  
	He wasn’t breathing.  He had seen the girl at a swimming pool party in a Hawaiian style one piece bathing suit.  The image had remained ever constant in his mind.  He wanted to see her naked, badly.
	‘I might be able to help you.’ the invading spirit voice said.
	“What?  Huh?”
	‘Don’t talk out loud, I told you that.’
	‘Oh.  Sorry.’
	‘So right.’
	Tray stepped up to the ice cream truck.  The old geezer operating the truck was some foreigner from some place no body ever heard of.  And he was old.  He needed a shave, and a bath--a scalding bath.
	“Ehhhhh, whot yous wont, ehhhhhhh?” the man babbled.
	Tray shrugged and gave his order, then his money.  With ice cream dripping already on his hand he turned to face Kathy Whatt.
	“Hi!” he said smiling.
	She smiled back.  Those titties, those were some nice titties.  For eleven years old, almost twelve, she had a pretty decent body.
	The two kids began to chat and the ice cream truck concluding its business chugged off to its next stop.  Meanwhile, the voice inside Tray’s head “worked magic.”