August Moone Sagas
Book 5
Absolution
Chapter 34
Extra Sensory Perceptions

Little Since Making Sense
	The park was no good, no real hiding place.
	There was the nearby alley, but it was questionable.
	Kathy’s mom was home, her daddy worked.  There were two older brothers who were in high school as well as a young sister who would probably be home.  Tray’s mom would be home, too.  Finding a place to be “alone” proved to be a neat trick.
	‘Let’s go to the alley.’ the voice in Tray’s head suggested.  It was not all THAT bad, just so long as they didn’t go down into it and lingered close to the opening.
	An overstuffed garbage bin was close by, along with some sacks of trash and boxes.  Tray held Kathy’s hand and slowly led the way.  The voice inside Tray’s head trying to extend sensory perceptions to anticipate any dangers--specifically derelicts of society lingering anywhere’s close by.
	There didn’t seem to be any.
	There were, though, wash lines strung between the two buildings.  Emergency access ladders on both sides, too.  At the other end of the alley was another busy street.  The alley, though, was too narrow for any vehicles.  There were a few doors along the alley, too.
	‘So, my little friend, what would you like to see first?’
	‘Whattya mean?’
	‘Well, as you can see, I have her--she’s mine, I can make her do anything I want, you wildest dreams come true.’
	‘No shit?’
	‘At-at-ah!  Watch your language, Little Dude, you’ll get detention!’
	Poised behind the disgusting overflowing dumpster, Kathy stood pressed up against the dingy grimy brick wall.
	‘Wanna see her titties?’
	‘Sure!’ Tray said with a shrug of some indifference.  He still was perplexed and couldn’t finger out how this was all happening.  Or why.  Or why him!
	‘Ka-la--ka-zam!  Ka-la-ka-zoom!’ Skyler the-voice-inside-Tray’s head jeered, and suddenly, before eleven year old Tray Cooper’s eyes, eleven year old Kathy Whatt lifted her shirt.
	“Holy shit!” blurted the boy aloud.
	‘No bad, huh?’
	‘You made her do that?’
	‘Damn straight, Dude.’
	‘Cool beans!’
	A partnership was brewing.
	With the shirt up, Tray was encouraged to “give the titties a feel.”  He required stronger encouragement.  ‘just a quickie.’
	Gulping, holding his breath, mind in a virtual blur, Tray Cooper fondled Kathy Whatt’s titties.  They were small, palm sized, like small apples.  She wore a basic white bra but still…
	‘Lift the bra cups up.’ suggested the Voice Inside Tray’s Head.
	Tray couldn’t.  he had serious qualms.
	‘Dude, she aint gonna know!  Trust me!’
	Tray didn’t trust anyone.  He bit his upper lip down inside mouth and paused to ponder and give serious thought to what was going on.
	Then, before his eyes, the girl popped the cups up of her bra and there they were--twins small “A’s”.
	Tray suddenly looked down, his dorkus-porkus was demanding attention, nearly poking itself out of his corduroys.
	‘I told you, Dude, I can make her do anything.  ANYTHING!’

	From bare titty fondling the sucking on the nipple.  From squeezing titty flesh to squeezing between her legs.  And before his young pre-teen eyes, he saw that indeed insofacto, Kathy Whatt made no outbursts of any kind.  She was quiet and calm.
	‘You wanna go on?’
	Tray shrugged.  ‘I-I dunt, don’t-don’t know.’ he suddenly looked at his watch, ‘Shit, dude, I-I got to get home!’  it was 4:30!

	Unlike many of his class, Tray lived in a one-of-a-kind duplex whereas there was a front door AND a backdoor.  On wise suggestion from the “host in his head”, Tray scurried to the very small backyard--also unique to city dwelling, and snuck into the kitchen via the backdoor.  A television was on, as well as a radio down the hall.  Tray had other siblings. 
	The kitchen light was on, dinner was in the make.  Quietly and quickly as possible Tray grabbed the garbage from the trash compactor and scurried out into the backyard.  When he returned wiping his hands on his clothes he was met by his mother.
	A plump woman, typical white apron, blue dress of a peasant type.  Hair of auburn done up in a bun, a little worn she looked, somewhat frazzled and in deep need of a new life somewhere less city like.
	“Tray?  Where have you been?  Do you know--”
	“I was taking out the garbage.” Tray cut her off from the usual rhetoric mothers gave their tardy children.  She saw the open door of the trash compactor.  “Oh.” she said. “Well wash your hands.”
	“How was school?”
	“Did you learn anything?”
	“Are you going to that dance”
	“Do you have any homework?”
	“Your father will be late tonight but we’re bla bla bla--” he voice trailed off as Tray quickly hurried to his room he shared with a younger sibling, tossed his book bag onto the bed then bolted into the bathroom.  The only room in the house whereas one could get a little peace.
	Down came his pants and he quickly turned his butt to the mirror hanging on the door.  It was still a little red.  Skyler was pissed that he hadn’t been able to help, and he knew that he probably could have.  ‘Next time.’ he said.
	‘What?’
	‘Oh, sorry, was talking to myself!’
	‘So, you know everything--that I’m doing or what?’
	‘Yeah, I suppose so, I’m a part of you.’
	‘Oh.’  he sounded disappointed.
	‘Hey,’ chided the Host, ‘don’t worry, I can help you, in many ways.’
	‘Whattya mean?’ the boy pulled up his pants and began washing his face and hands.  He stared at the medicine cabinet mirror--trying to see the Host in his head.
	‘Well, uhm, you’re a cool kid, and I was once your age, too--’
	“How old ARE you?”
	‘Uh, I dunno, not really sure, but I was once your age I know that.’ Skyler felt telling him that he was merely sixteen and not that much older would dampen their relationship, or at the very least make it questionable.  And if he told of a different age, like an adult age, that make the by either suspicious or more wary.
	‘Let’s just say that I KNOW you, I’ve been there, I can help you, I’ve done what you’ve done or want to do.’
	Tray had to drink that all in and digest it.  Slowly.
	‘So, uhm, go ahead.’
	‘Go ahead with what?’
	‘Take it out.’
	Tray held firm.
	‘You gotta pee, go ahead.’
	Tray sidestepped to the toilet and unzipped.  Looking down he pulled out his dinky and proceeded to pee.  He wore a brown shirt and light brown corduroys--he was just aching to get his ass kicked by bullies.	
	‘Play with it.’ suggested the Voice.
	‘Huh?’
	‘You know, like you do when you’re by yourself.’
	Tray gulped.  “You know about that!?” he was almost screeching he was so alarmed.
	‘Dude, remember, not out loud--and yeah, I know, look it, I’m INSIDE YOUR HEAD!’
	Tray was quiet.  He stared down to his pens that was still dripping pee.  ‘Give it a shake.’
	Tray did so.
	‘Take your pants down.’
	“What!?”
	‘Slide your pants down, underwear, too.’
	“Why?”
	‘Cause, it’ll feel better and you do yourself better.’
	“Oh.”
	“Tray, who you talking to in there?  Are you talking to your poo again?” his older sister Amelia.
	‘Dude, you-you talk to your poo?’
	‘When I was little.’
	‘Of all the heads I had to get into…’
	With his pants AND underwear at his ankles, Tray DID find there was more enjoyment in fondling himself; he could squeeze his barely there hairy balls, rub his ass, open his legs and everything.  His sister who was college bound in a couple of months left him to talk to his poo.  
	As young Tray got into a sort of so-so rhythm, strangely, the Voice in his head felt pleasure to.  The Voice in his head encouraged him to continue.
	‘Yeah, that’s it, keep it up--more-more-MORE!’
	It was incredible, for Tray as much as the Voice, his little dinkus had never given him such pleasure.
	‘And trust me, Little Dude, it feels better when a GIRL does it for you!’	
	That comment only made Tray’s dong stiffer!
	He tugged and tugged and stroked and pulled and squeezed.
	There was ball squeezing and ass rubbing, too.
	Tray was just to the point of serious jerking off when there was a tap-tap-tap at the dingy green bathroom door door.  
	“Tray, are you still in there?” his sister Amelia.  “Did you fall in?  What are you doing in there?”
	“Go away, cant a guy have some privacy!?”
	“Not in this house!” she returned scoffingly.
	Which was true.
	“Tray, darling, are you alright?” it was his mother.  
	‘Good grief!’ the Voice in His Head said.
	‘You said it!’
	“You know what he’s doing in there.” stated huffingly his stuck up sister.  Tray’s eyes bulged, mouth fell open.  He flung open the door and presented himself.
	“God, cant a guy take a crap in peace around here!” and stomped off to his room.  His sister was slightly chastised and that was that.

	It wasn’t only the “almost orgasm” that the Voice in His Head felt, but the dinner, too.  The dinner was a lovely pot roast with all the trimmings, with a fudge cake following up.  Dinner time at the Cooper table was chaos; aside from the pesky nosy embarrassing sister Amelia, there was Craig, Vance, and Gabriella (Gabby).  Craig was a college drop-out, he had a job but didn’t work many hours.  His parents were so-so disappointed him but let him return to the house anyways.  Vance was 7 yrs young and kinda crimped Tray’s style as he had to share a room with him, Tray HAD been in Craig’s room--until the idiot returned home.  Little Gabby was the baby of the family, she was 4.
	The pot roast was great.  Skyler couldn’t quite figure how he could “taste” it.  Maybe it was magic, maybe a familiarity or the Host’s senses kicked up a notch and transferring to him.
	He didn’t know.  Didn’t care.
	After the nosh it was homework.
	Which was tough to do with bothersome Vance pestering him.
	‘Hmmmm, maybe I can help.’ 
	‘How?’
	There was no response.  The young boy bouncing around being a typical sibling pest suddenly froze.  He also pissed in his clothes.  He then went to his bed and laid down--quite and still (and wet.)
	‘Cool!’ said Tray, ‘Thanks!’
	Skyler then set about helping his Host with his homework.

	A little tv and general goofing off and it was time for bed.  Little brother Vance got in trouble for wetting his pants.  His mother swatted his butt and Vance complained that he didn’t know how it happened.  Tray grinned the whole time.  He didn’t care for his brother being in so much trouble that he got a spanking out of it, but…
	Tray paused (or WAS paused) at the hall bathroom.  The door was opened as the youngest member was in the bath.  
	‘Nice kid.’ the Voice in His Head said.
	‘Yeah,’ Tray replied, ‘I-I guess.’
	‘Ever see your OTHER sister taking a bath?’
	Tray gulped and shook his head quickly, No.
	‘Ever WANT to?’
	Before he could answer one way or the other, he OTHER sister came scurrying up behind, “Move!” she bitched.  She couldn’t WAIT to get into college, she’d be out of the house and not have to mess doing everything for everyone.
	Tray stumbled forward and made for his room.
	The Voice in His Head left him be.

	He didn’t know what it was, but he felt disenchanted, or discombobulated or something like.  As in his own body there was a sudden rash of seasickness overwhelming him.  It didn’t last long, thankfully, and when it had passed, he could SEE his Host.  It was as if he (Skyler) were standing there in the room looking down.
	But there was no feeling of having a body, no perception of being “whole.”  he WAS a spirit.  Hmmmm  
	He found that he could move around--floating like a spirit.
	And walls, doors, windows--were no barrier.
	He moved out into the hall and took a moment to get his bearings.
	A sound he heard and realized that was what had gotten his attention in the first place.  It was dark in the hall save for a small nite light by the bathroom.  Floating along he moved up the hall to the end of it.  On one side there was a large bedroom of which was the parents’ bedroom.  The “father” had still not come home, he was a firefighter by all the firefighter paraphernalia stuff about.	
	Across from that room was Amelia’s room.  There was something going on within.  Easily Skyler the Ghost-Spirit moved effortlessly thru the door and into the room.  It was dimly lit with a soft glow from a small fish tank.  On the bed Amelia was on her hands and knees.  She was naked.  Behind her was her brother Craig pumping her.
	Hmmmmm
	The boy (well, man) was right at the brink of orgasm.  He slapped his sister’s ass and pounded her.  The girl rolled her face into her pillows and furiously fingered her pussy.
	Her brother finally achieved his goal and pumped even more furiously, straining and convulsing until he had fully achieved the goal to the ultimate satisfaction.  He pumped a little more while his sister fingered herself a little more.
	She was seventeen.  In the time since she had entered into high school a year earlier, and then subsequently graduated a year earlier, and going on to college a year earlier (than most), she had become a bitch--to Tray.  The two didn’t seem to get along.  She was more civil to the younger two of the family, and apparently “friendly” with the first born.  But it was Tray of whom she and he fought, bickered, and strove hard to get the other in trouble.
	Typical brother and sister stuff actually.
	Craig pulled out, slapped his sister’s dancing ass with his cock and sat his ass on his heels--stroking his pecker as it softened.  Amelia continued fingering herself.  She hadn’t achieved orgasm.  She lay to her side continuing her efforts.
	Craig’s cock had softened, it had shriveled up to a measly four inches but had remained “thick.”  he stroked, fondled, beat, tugged, and strove to get it hard again.
	“Suck it!” he said.
	“No fucking way!” his sister seethed at him.
	“Come on, please?” he begged.
	“NO!” she almost shouted.
	“Suck my balls, then!”
	“Bite me!”
	Craig smiled and re-positioned his sister onto her backside, opening her legs.  Down onto her cunny he went and began noshing.  Skyler smiled to himself--if a ghost-spirit whatever could smile to himself.  
	Craig traveled his tongue all about his sister’s inflamed fuckable cunny.  It was too dark to tell if she was a virgin or not and the boy’s head was in the way, as well.  Skyler presumed she wasn’t.  Craig went up from the fevered cunny and tongue the girl’s belly button, then went up to nosh a bit on the titties.  His cock WAS stiff and he lay it on the girl’s poon, lightly humping to his delight.
	Soon the two were kissing.  Deep incredible passionate kissing.  Arms and legs akimbo, bodies meshing and the room stinking of sex sweat.  
	“Don’t!” said Amelia suddenly breaking the lip lock from her amorous brother, “Stop it!”
	“Aw, come off it, Ames,” pleaded the boy, “you know you want to.  I’ve already cum, I cant cum again, let me put it in you.”
	Amelia wasn’t budging.
	“Then suck it!” he was persistent.  Typical male horn dog.
	Amelia frigged her pussy and the brother went down on her again.
	This time he spent time there; licking, sipping, nipping, tugging, and furiously tonguing the girl’s cunny.  She became quite wet and excited, back arched and “fucking” her brother’s face.
	Then, when she right at the apex of her orgasm, Craig stopped and slid his tongue up her body.  Amelia went nuts and tried fingering herself to get her orgasm.  But Craig pinned her arms down and thusly her hands thusly preventing her from doing herself.
	“Oh, you son-of-a-bitch!”
	“Hey, don’t call mom a bitch!” chided Craig.
	“Asshole!”
	Craig said nothing but lay on the girl, grinding his cock against her near womanhood.  He pressed his schlong hard against her, Amelia panted, breathed hard, and cussed under her breath.
	“Asshole!” she stated again.  She parted her legs more and made a subtle nod.  “Alright.” then, “You’d better not cum in me, or get me pregnant!”
	“Don’t worry, I wont.  I promise!”  famous last words of a horn dog.

**

	Leanne Koy.  Another strange girl, like Kathy.  She was twelve, tall, and kinda pretty.  Tight jeans, long face, long neck, flat chest.  Long silky red hair, though.
	‘Hmmmmm.’
	‘Hmmmmm, what?’
	‘Well, it seems as though she doesn’t have any panties.’
	‘What!” the boy almost shrieked out loud.
	It was a new day.  Skyler wasn’t too sure WHAT day, if it was the NEXT day or the day after that, or what.  As a spirit or whatever he was, time really didn’t have meaning.
	It was just after lunch, the day was busy with throngs of students bustling here and there.  ‘I’ve found a place.’ The Voice in Tray’s Head said.
	‘What?  Huh?’
	‘You want some private time with that chick there, don’t ya?’
	Tray gulped and sweated and had a boner.

	The room was a storage room.  Just off the corner from where the flat chested Julie Sharp stood.  Tray sort kinda liked her, they DID talk to one another, that was a plus.  They shared choir class together and one time had detention.  Tray had half an hour before his next class, which was study hall and he could sorta screw that off.
	Julie Sharp.  Not a “sharp” dresser.  Kinda tight jeans, kinda.  A loose boy’s shirt, flat chest, kinda okay ass--kinda.  Long silky red hair, and a sweet smile.
	Once in the storage room the Voice in Tray’s Head made quick work of getting Julie naked.  One lone bulb provided the light.  The room was cluttered with desks and tables and other school crap.  Skyler worked quickly, and he wasn’t too sure how he was able to do it, but he had the girl under his control--that was cool.
	Her boy’s shirt was removed, she wore a AAA bra.  Barely anything there worth covering or supporting.  The bra was dropped off and then, down came the pants.  And she WASN’T wearing any panties!
	Once butt naked she was helped up onto one of the crummy tables, her legs opened up and Tray had a real good look at her.  ‘Wow.’ he said.  Skyler looked upon the girl, well--she was a girl.  There were better choices, but at the time…
	Julie was a virgin.  Which made the next step interesting.  When she was butt bare assed naked, and hoisted up onto a table, Tray “examined” her, taking her fully in.  His mind was in a blur as he quickly ran through all the girls he knew and who would resemble Julie before him.  Tray took a few precious moment to drink her in, closely scrutinize her cunny and be learned on how to determine a Virgin poon from a Slut.
	Julie was virgin--it was hoped that one of the girls he knew would reveal how to determine a slut.  Tray ran his hands over the nude girl’s body, centering his attention to her poon.
	He hadn’t realized, but he was nude, as well.
	Slowly he stepped up to the girl, gliding his cock up and down the virgin entrance.  He was near petrified with fear--fear of the unknown.  Tray definitely wanted to fuck--there was no doubt about that.  He just needed a little encouraging.
	Thankfully, the Voice in His Head was there to help.

	Virgin fucking.  Tray thought he could used to it.  It was different and extremely invigorating--far better than humping his hand (or bed.)  The Voice in His Head guided him thru the motions and when the fucking of the virgin Julie Sharp commenced, the Voice in Tray’s Head felt the sensation, as well.
	His hands went all over the girl, sucking on her flat titties with his cock going to the extremes in her pussy.  The blood coated on his cock was a little frightening.  And since the girl didn’t have panties to clean her pussy off or the boy’s dick, her bra would have to do.
	Thereafter the garment would simply be tossed.
	Tray needed a moment or two to recover.  His cock ached.  Big time.  His balls were sore, his thighs and even his ass muscles.
	‘Wanna do it again?’ The Voice in His Head asked.
	‘Hell ya!’

	Study Hall.
	It sucked but he could skate thru it, actually study or goof off drawing.  Tray was actually a pretty good drawer, lots of details to his drawings of knights, dragons, and big busted bitches from Hell.
	Trela Burrns.  Another “odd” classmate.  She sat off to Tray’s left; a short-short purple skirt with a blouse of purple daisies.  She was kinda strange looking with flat face and small teeth.  She was okay, though, actually.  Nice firm titties and very seldom caught in pants or jeans, etc.
	They knew one another, walked home together (as a group) and occasionally young Tray jerked his gherkin off thinking about her.  Trela was one of the few who wore dresses or skirts year round--including the summer.  
	Tray doodled.  There was some math homework he could do, some English and social studies, too.  But he was more in tune with a big busted demon from Hell riding a dragon.  As he doodled, the Voice in His Head took note of the subject Trela.
	‘Hey, take a look to nine o’clock.’
	Slowly Tray complied.
	‘Holy shit!’  Trela was twiddling her hair, chewing on one end, flapping her right leg open and shut, open and shut--revealing a pair of matching purple panties.  The crotch could be seen and it was enticing.
	Was she doing it on purpose or what!?
	In the Study Hall which was held on the 2nd floor, the room was not well stocked with studiers.  Four boys, five girls--including Trela.  The room monitor was a dopey sleepy history teacher who was busy grading papers, and napping.
	One door into the class.  Tray and Trela in the very back row.  The desks were large ones, old green heavily ornate type from a bygone era long gone, but the desks were still sound (and cheap!)
	Suddenly, Trela looked to Tray.  She smiled.  She sorta kinda winked at him and conveyed a mischievous devilish face.  When her leg flopped to the “open” position, she left it there.
	‘Whoa!’ quipped Tray.  ‘What else can you make her do?’
	‘Sorry, kid, I aint messn’ with her, she’s messin’ with you!’
	‘Huh?’
	‘I aint got nothing to do with it, she’s operating on her own.’
	‘Whoa!’ the kid drawled.

	On her own, odd classmate Trela blatantly turned to face Tray, parting her legs and letting him have a serious looksee at her goodies.  Tray had a raging boner going--strong and demanding.  Methodically he gouged the heel of his hand into his bone--he had just minutes earlier fucked his first girl and was aching do it again.  (and again--and again--and again…)
	Trela seemed willing enough.
	After a few minutes of polite teasing the strange classmate began working her purple panties down!  Slowly she eased the undergarment down and when at her knees she quickly pulled them down and off tucking them into her desk.  No one noticed.  Trela then parted her legs again and revealed a dark fur patch of extreme goodness.
	Tray was near cumming off in his jeans.
	‘Take it out!’ mouthed the strange classmate.
	Tray reared his head back.  ‘Dude, she-she wants me to take it out.  My dick?  She wants me to take my dick out!’
	‘Yeah, seems so, huh?’
	‘Soooo, wh-what should I do?’
	‘I think that’d be obvious, dumbass…’
	Tray gulped.  ‘Take my dick out in class?’ he was almost wailing.
	‘Sure, why the hell not.’ then, ‘If anyone notices I’ll take care of it.’
	‘You will, how?’
	‘Don’t worry about it--just whip your dick out and whatever.’
	Tray was sweating, gulping for air.
	Trela was fingering her bare naked pussy.  She had her skirt pulled up and revealing quite a bit of skin.  She was teasing but Skyler wondered if she was a “tease”, a bitch, or up to something else.
	Tray slowly unfurled his schlong.  Trela giggled and blushed, but ogled the dong just the same.
	‘Jerk it.’ cooed the Voice.
	Tray gulped, sweated, and slowly leaned back in his swivel desk chair and did just that, but slowly.  He mostly flopped his prong before the weird girl, she mouthed that she wanted to see his “balls” ‘show me your balls’ she mouthed.
	Tray was totally mystified.
	‘You sure you’re not doing anything?’
	‘Not me, mate!’ grinned Skyler.
	‘Damn…’ the boy drawled to himself.

	When class was over, it was lunch time.  Tray and Trela dashed to the storage room he had been in only recently.  (When Julie had come out of her stupor, and was in the girl’s bathroom down the hall--she was a little perplexed at her broken cunny.  She didn’t freak out or anything, she had a bloody pussy that hurt and she chalked it up to having her period.)
	Trela sat on the same desk.  Her purple undies she handed off to Tray, “You can have them.” she said with a smile.  Tray took the offering, Trela pulled off her shirt and then slid down her skirt.  A small AA bra she wore.  She ditched that, too.
	She sat naked and Tray stood dumbfounded.
	‘Hmmmm.’ said his Voice.
	‘What?’ Tray asked.
	‘Oh, I was just musing.’ Skyler, the Voice, could see clearly that the girl was NOT a virgin.
	He found that he couldn’t quite connect with the girl, he could control her if he wanted, but what he wanted was her mind--to Q&A her.  That he couldn’t do, not yet anyways.  He could control if he wanted--but there was no need.
	Tray slid his pants down and stood with a ‘rail on.’
	He moved to her and was going to “stick” her.
	‘Slow down, Little Dude, don’t just stick ‘em and leave ‘em.’
	Tray had to little to learn about fucking.
	He went down on the girl, in part he acted with natural horn dog instincts, there was cooing encouragement from the Voice in His Head, too.  But after a few minutes of earnest tonguing, his cock demanded attention.
	‘I gotta put it in her!’ he begged.
	‘Go ahead.’
	It was pleasurable for the both of them.  Skyler felt as if though he had had an orgasm himself!

	The sensation was beyond belief.  When screwing the hapless Julie Skyler had felt incredible senses he couldn’t describe.  Then, with Trela it was ten fold and then some.  Busting a girl’s cherry was one thing, and it was good.  But pumping into Trela was different.  Her poon was still snug and that was good.  But the girl was not under mind control and therefore she fucked back!  The humping back onto Tray’s schlong made the ordeal all the better.  All the better.
	When he had cum, and he came a lot, he stumbled back some and stood on nimble shaky legs.  He was totally bewildered.  Totally.  He stroked his softening schlong and stared at Trela’s cum dripping cunt.  The girl frigged her pussy, bit her lips and achieved multiple orgasms.
	Then--THEN the weird classmate slid off of the table and onto her knees.  She took Tray’s limped out bone and began SUCKING it.  She fondled his balls and sucked his cock wholly.
	It was obsession from then on.  Every girl he knew (or met) he wanted to fuck.  Seeing her naked just wouldn’t do, he had to stick his dick into her, fuck, and then go in her mouth.
	‘There’s the asshole, too, Little Dude, don’t forget the asshole!’
	On their way home, sighting once more Kathy Whatt, Tray was still nervous but agreeable about “taking her.”  Into the alley they went (again) and behind the dumpster.  Then, it was Tray who had the task of rendering the young classmate naked.
	He was semi obsessed with her young titties.  After getting her pants off he stared at her clad only in her panties.
	‘Say, uh, Little Dude,’ spoke up the Voice in His Head, ‘uhm, you ever consider anything with your sister?’ and he didn’t mention which one.
	‘Huh?  What?  Are you crazy?  No way!’
	‘Really, are you sure?’
	No, he wasn’t.  he gulped and stared down to Kathy’s crotch.
	Then he rolled a shoulder.  ‘Maybe.’
	‘Amelia?’ asked the Voice.
	‘Well, who else?’
	‘Well, there’s Gabby.’
	‘Gabby!?  Fuck, Dude, she’s only four!’
	‘Yeah, and?  What’s your point?  Don’t you know you can fuck a girl at virtually any age?  You don’t really even have to go INTO the girl, just hump on her pussy, get it all coated with your cum and you can do a nice job without hurting or poking her.’
	Tray was quite.  He was thinking about it.  In his mind, and since Skyler was occupying space therein he could see, Tray had a blazing image of little sister Gabby, in the bathroom, naked.

	With Kathy’s panties off, Tray lay on the girl pumping into her steadily.  She was a virgin.  Was.   She squirmed and made some faces, groaned and moaned and bled.
	Tray wasn’t too keen on the blood coating his winky--his balls, or thighs.  It was kinda gross.  ‘Part of the process, Little Dude.’
	Tray wiped the girl’s cunny down using her own panties, then his cock and balls got cleaned off.  Skyler was in ecstasy himself having received as much of the unique experience as had his host.
	The boy lay on the girl and noshed on her titties and humped her fresh fucked cunny a bit more; then, with the Voice in His Head’s guidance, Tray locked the girl’s legs back and drilled her equally virgin asshole.
	Brother Craig wasn’t home.  He was actually working!  Big sister Amelia was at some school function and wouldn’t be home for a while.  The daddy was at work, the mother worked out and asleep on the sofa.  Little bothersome brother Vance at a friends.  That left little Gabby.
	Quietly she played in her room, but upon hearing her brother Tray home ran to him squealing.
	“Shhhhhhhh, Momma’s sleeping!” he scolded the girl.
	Gabby fretted and frowned, Tray hugged her and she was better.
	To keep her in a good mood and from squealing or getting ansy, Tray had to play with her a while.  They went to the room the little girl was now sharing with seven year old brother Vance.  This allowed Tray to have a room of his own and thusly put him in a better mood.  ‘course, he had to keep up his chores, keep a good report card, be nice, not get into trouble, etc.
	Mixed clothes of Vance and Gabby were everywhere.  Tray’s Host sighted in on the panties and smiled.  The kids played, Skyler took a break and dosed off--he was tired, inhabiting someone’s else’s noggin was tough!

Reality Check!
	The hum of the highway got louder and louder.  Jake finally swore and eased the truck over.  “Sweet sorry son-of-a-bitch!” he bitched.
	“What up?” Skyler asked stepping out rubbing his eyes and back.
	“That fucker!” Jake swore as he kicked the tire--the new tire the old man at he garage had put on.  The tread was peeling off.  “It’s a fucking recap!”
	“How fucked are we?”
	“Fucked.”
	The spare hadn’t been replaced so they were…
	Fucked.
	“I’m gonna get that bastard.”
	Not a car in sight, middle of the morning.  It was kinda cool.  Skyler kinda ill.  Jake seethingly pissed off to the max.  Skyler laid back down to see if he could “dream” again--or whatever the hell was happening to him…

	His sleep was disrupted, however, some time later.  The desert scene was not as dark as it had been, it was quite cool, air was pleasant and all that, he had had a dreamless sleep, or one whereas he couldn’t or return to the one he had been inhabiting.  Bumsville.
	Climbing out of the truck he found Jake hard at work; the SUV was jacked up and a tire was going on in place of the tire that was off to one side.  “Put that back in the back, would ya.”
	“Sure.” Skyler said.
	“Gonna go back to that grisly bastard and shove it up his ass.”
	Skyler had no doubt.  He rolled the tire to the back of the truck and put it in.  Then cocked his head to one side looking down the side of the truck.
	“Where’d you get the spare?”
	“It’s the original spare, or the one that got changed that was flat.”
	“Soooo, yer putting on a flat tire?”
	“No, found some anti flat stuff, took two cans.  I think if we drive slow it should be okay.”
	“We turning around, going back.”
	“Fucking-A!”
	Jake was pissed.  The old man and his wife were in for it.
	Jake was dirty and grimy from his work on the tire changing.  He sat near exhausted in the truck.  “Fucking old bastard.” he was really-really pissed.
	Instead of making a quick “U”-turn in the middle of the highway right off, he went rolling straight ahead for a little bit, not wanting to chance blowing the tire on a turn.  That would be bad.
	At thirty miles per the truck seemed to be doing pretty good.  He got it up to 40, then 45, touched 50 and Skyler shook his head, “I hear something.” Jake seethed and slowed the truck down without hitting the brakes hard.
	They checked the tires.  All seemed well.  The suspect tire was hot, but so were the others.
	Jake looked kinda angrily at Skyler, Skyler shrugged, “I heard something, I did!”
	Jake shook his head and plopped back into the truck.
	“Hey, take a look at that.” Skyler said climbing back and scrambling to relocate the binoculars.
	At an angle out in the desert a trail of dust was kicked up.
	“Son-of-a-bitch!” Skyler said.
	“Ghash?”
	“Looks like.”
	And he was hauling ass.

*

	Not chancing going hauling ass crossing desert-scape again, Jake motored down to where there was a desert road.  It was dusty, bumpy, rutted, and rattled both nerves and steel.  Just as Jake could get going up to speed he had to slow down.  Skyler tried keeping a lock on the ass hauling pickup of Packard, but it wasn’t easy.  The contours of the landscape was a bitch.
	There came a crossroads and a spot where there were the remains of old houses.  Skyler couldn’t imagine why the fuck anyone would want to live so fucking far out from anyone or anywhere.  The new road was not as bad as the access to it and Jake was able to get good speed.
	“Might want to slow it down a bit.”
	“Why?” asked Jake.
	“Two reasons--don’t want to let ole scum bucket we’re coming after him--”
	“And two?”
	Skyler didn’t get to answer.
	Suddenly they were flying down a small hill into a dry river bed.
	At break neck speeds, though, the truck sailed across the 1,000 yard wide river and hurled up the other side, FLYING over the top of the hill and smacking down onto the next new road.
	“SON-OF-A-FUCKING-BITCH!” bellowed Jake.
	“WHEW!” screamed Skyler.  That was a ride!

	The land was not all flat, it had contours, dips, valleys, and small hills.  Rock ridges dotted the landscape and after an hour’s pursuit the boys came to another SUV, a government type.  It was a ranger’s truck, and the “ranger” was laying on the road with a HUGE gaping bloody hole in the middle of his chest.  He had been shot dead.
	For a while the boys stood still.  Ghash.  It had to have been Ghash.  It was the reason Ghash was hauling ass across the desert.
	It was time for reconsideration.  To continue on and pursue the deranged fuck, or leave him the hell alone.
	“Whattya want to do?” Skyler asked as he slumped back into their own SUV.
	“I-I dunno.” Jake answered.
	“Ghash is fucking whacked.”
	“No shit.”
	A promise, though, had been made to Lommans family, to rescue the twin six year olds.  Jake had doubts they were alive, though.  
	“I dunno,” Skyler said, “he’s getting fucking dangerous.”
	“Do you think you can do anything to him?”
	Skyler shrugged, he didn’t know, his Contraptions seemed to be on the fritz.  His mind was frapped and he couldn’t make sense of it one way or the other.
	
	“This would be a real bitch of a place to get stranded.” spoke Skyler--a slight conveyance that maybe jetting across the desert wasn’t the wisest idea.  Jake slowed and pulled up to a stop at the top of a small hill.  After waiting a moment or two for the dust to settle, they scanned the area for Ghash’s ride.
	It was spotted, several-several miles away at a grouping of boulders.  One lone road led out to the site.
	“That fucker knows this desert.” Jake spat.
	“We cant sneak up on him.”
	“Not hardly.”
	It was day, a couple of hours it had been day and it was going to be warm, too.
	“Well,” drawled Jake, “we might be able to.”
	“To what?” Skyler asked.
	“Well, we’d have to go this way, only this ridge, drop down to the floor, and come up to the boulders from behind.”
	Skyler looked along the route Jake was planning.  It didn’t look promising.  If the truck was a little better shape, better tires, four-wheel drive, and etc., maybe.  The desert was rough, and damn doubly so off-road.
	“Whattya thinkin’ about?” Jake asked of his friend.
	“How far away the highway is…” he smiled to Jake.
	“Asshole.”

	Twice the 5,000 lbs. SUV nearly toppled over.  Three times it bottomed out, got hung up on small ridges and valleys, stuck between unforeseen gullies.  It also got stuck--several times.
	Finally, though, near noon- o’clock, they rolled up to the lee side of the great mound of boulders.  It was god awful hot out, somewhere in the mid teens of one hundred plus.  The water and sodas they had in the ice chest was okay, cold water.  
	After dousing themselves with the ice chest water they slipped out to the shade of the rocks, all the wary that Packard Ghash was one not to trifle with.	
	The truck of Ghash’s was there as well as an old rusting small blade tractor and other pieces of small mining equipment.  It was another mining location.  There was a natural cave entrance that was boarded up, but passable.  With no sign of Ghash about, it was safe to assume the murdering butcherer was inside.
	“Any ideas?” Skyler asked.
	“You’re the one with the narly powers.” Jake yapped back.
	Skyler was iffy on those “narly powers.”  Losing control in the presence of Packard wasn’t a good thing.  
	“You know, them kids are probably dead.  Are close to it with Packard having them.”
	“Or dropped down a mine shaft,” Skyler added, this is another mine and there’s probably a shaft somewhere.”
	Jake sat in silence in the shade of the boulders.  He was coated in grime and dirt, he was hot and sweaty and frazzled.  Strongly did he yearn to be back at Breezy’s.  Skyler dinked with the Contraptions One-Two-Three-Four.

	“You see me?” 
	“Not sure,” Jake replied.
	“Whattya mean?”
	“Well, there’s something there, a shimmering.  And I hear something, like a whine.”
	Jake stood against the boulders, the afternoon was getting hotter and hotter and he thought he’d pass the fuck out.  If this mess didn’t get going or something, he was apt to break the promise made to Charles Lommans and go the fuck home!  (after paying a return visit to the old man and Pa’s Gaage!)
	Suddenly, before his eyes he saw the shimmer completely disappear.
	The whine was gone, too.
	Cautiously he stretched out his hand--and found his sweaty friend.
	“Everything good?” Jake asked.
	“We’ll see.” well, that was helpful.
	Skyler returned to visible mode, Jake gripped him at the back of the pants and Skyler initiated the Invisible Mode.  And so they were.
	The door to the hidden secluded mine was heavy timber and tin and a mix of whatever to make a suitable heavy door.  Squeezing in without making a fuss about it was an effort.  A strong stench of putrid rotting “something” greeted them as they struggled with the door.  They only parted it just so to allow them to slip in.  The door was not upright but laying at a 30 degree angle.
	Along with the putrid stench, there was a cooling.  That was welcome.  The further they crept along the rough skin of the boulder the cooler it got.  There was a flickering light and an annoying sound.
	“Someone out there?” barked Ghash, followed by a “click.”
	The boys held firm against the boulder wall, once in “invisible” mode, it was uncertain if they were STILL in invisible mode.  
	“Don’t move.” Skyler whispered.
	“Good idea.” Jake returned sarcastically.
	There was light from around the corner of the small tunnel, the floor was littered with mining debris.  The putrid stench had lessoned and wasn’t all that putrid after all.
	Packard Ghash suddenly slipped around the corner, he was naked, cum dripping form his cock.  His eyes were wild, he seethed and was sweating--sex sweat.  He shone a dim lit flashlight into the dark passageway, blinked his eyes and the light shone right onto Skyler’s face.
	The man gulped, scratched his balls and let out his breath in a sigh.
	He mumbled something under his breath and then turned away.  Skyler and Jake held onto the wall, eyes closed.  ‘That was fucking close.’

	A few feet around the corner the passage opened up and dropped down some.  It was way cooler.  The area was like an underground cave having a span of about fifteen feet across.  Off-center was a hole.  A rope ladder the way down into the dark abyss.
	Scattered all about were tools and equipment left behind by the miners of whenever they had been mining.  Scattered all about the cave, too, were young’uns.  A pair of six year olds among them.
	There was a teenage girl--TWO teenage girls, two young boys, and a pair of Chinese girls.  Both teen girls were nude.  One was black and had what appeared to be a tennis ball crammed in her well fucked asshole.  Another ball was in her mouth.  Her hands were tied securely behind her and her black body showed signs of a serious beating by a fan belt or something similar.

	The other teen girl lay on her back, staring blankly upward to the ceiling.  She didn’t move, not bat an eye or twitch.  She lay still, rigid.  Slowly she breathed, though, she had just been raped.  The light wasn’t so good so determining if she had had her cherry busted or not was not clear.
	The clothing of the other children was messed up, torn, ripped, and very-very dirty, but they were still clothed and so they had not been “dealt” with yet.  Yet.  They probably had been felt out, spanked, or something, but not sexed up.  Not yet.
	Ghash returned to the white teen girl and smacked her inner thighs.  She parted them.  Her hands were bound tightly behind her back she lay on.  She gulped once and the murderous man mounted the teen and dragged his wicked cock against her.
	The girl, a one Crystal McCoy, gulped, sweated, and tightened up, but remained still and quiet and staring up to the ceiling.  Ghash humped on her cunny, mauled her breasts, tweaking the nipples as he did so.  The fifteen year old tossed her head side to side in disgust.  This only enraged the man on top of her and he placed his mouth on her for a forcible kiss.
	The black teen on her knees, ass up, face down, pooped out the tennis ball crammed in her asshole.  She fell over with a thud, exhausted from her task.  Another ball was in her mouth and not so easily expelled.  Angrily, Ghash rushed to her and assailed with his hands spanking her relentlessly.  Then, finding a long handled tool on the ground, sodomized the girl with it ruthlessly.
	All this created quite the crying festival from the others.  Most had pissed themselves.
	‘Can you DO anything?’ inquired Jake to Skyler.
	‘No, not without risking exposing ourselves.’
	‘We might have to if this gets too far out of hand.’

Too far out of hand
	Fifteen year old blond haired Crystal McCoy wriggled some.  Her abductor left the distraught tennis phenom and went to her, running hands up and down her body, squeezing nipples and making her wriggle more.  He turned his attention to the boys.
	“Stand up.” he told one of the boys.
	The oldest boy, a boy about 12 yrs or so stood, his hand bound behind.  Dark hair, dark eyes, not a bad body (for a boy.)  His shirt was ripped off of him and then his pants and underwear yanked down.
	Packard fondled the boy’s penis, tugging on the member and squeezing the boy’s balls.  His other hand was busy, as well, fondling the boy’s ass--finger fucking his asshole.
	“Come here.” Ghash demanded of the girl, Crystal.
	Struggling to regain herself she sat up on her knees and scooted over.  She knew what was up.  She was mouth-to-cock level.  The boy had never had a “blow-job” before, but had heard of them.  And as Crystal began her task, Ghash filmed the deed with his video camera!  The dog!

	Crystal slurped on the boy’s cock like a pro.  Under dire duress she admitted to giving head to her three brothers--two older boys and one younger.  No one else.
	Did the boys fuck her, too?
	No.
	Really?
	A little.
	A little?
	They humped on her, no actual penetration.  The two older boys licked her cunny and jacked off onto her.  The younger one humped her ass (no penetration) and licked her bung hole.  All three sucked her titties and peed on her.  She went to church with no panties on and had sex with her oldest brother in one of the pews just after the conclusion of services while peoples were out in the foyer.
	While at choir practice and before anyone really showed up, she and the second oldest brother got into the baptismal water and peed in it and she sucked him off UNDER WATER!
	All this admission was caught on tape.  It also caused the boy she had sucked, Blake Quince, to get extremely hard.  Crystal laid out again, under direction of Packard, and the boy was laid onto her.  After a few struggling moments Packard undone the boy’s hands so he could better support himself.
	“If you cause any trouble, motherfucker, you’ll regret it.  Got it?” Ghash seethed to the boy.
	Blake nodded, gulped, and commenced with the fucking.

	Blake liked.  A lot.  It was a new unique sensation and he didn’t need much coaching once started.  Ghash smacked the boy’s ass now and then, squeezed the cheeks and dug a finger into the boy’s rectum.  Crystal opened her legs and seemed to “fuck” back.
	While Blake (and Crystal) rested from the arduous fuck, Ghash looked over the others.  A ten year old boy was the only other boy of the group.  Ghash went to him, yanking his pants and underwear down to his ankles, locking his ankles together and lifting his legs up.  He then began squeezing the boy’s ass, fingering his ultra tight virgin poop chute, and tugging the hairless tezzies through his closed legs.
	The two Chinese girls and the two twin girls watched in awe.  They were all cried out from the harrowing ordeal.  A look was all that was needed from their abductor--eleven year old Suzanne Wong got “the look” and crawled over to him and the hapless boy.
	“Suck him, suck his balls.”
	The girl wore a school uniform, private school.  It was in tatters, torn and rent and very dirty.  She had not only peed in her panties, she had pooped in them, too.  As she bent over sucking on ten year old Paul’s balls, Ghash worked the girl’s soiled panties down.
	Her plaid skirt was torn off and used to wipe her ass and thighs clean.  The dirtied garment then was tossed into the mine shaft pit.  Sobbing some, the girl continued sucking on the boy’s testicles.  Her hands, too, were bound but undone.  She was warned about making a fuss of any kind.  He then got behind her and as she held Paul’s legs up, Ghash mounted her and drove his cock into her dirt chute.

	While Ghash sodomized and Suzzane sucked, Blake filmed.
	Ghash emptied a tremendous load of hot spunk into the girl’s ass, e pulled out and shot more spunk onto her ass cheeks (for the money shot.)  Blake had to come closer with the video camera to get all the juicy scene.
	There was more to film, though.
	Young Chinese girl Kim Wong, sibling of Suzanne, had to come to give head to Blake.  Blake had to continue filming as the eight year was stripped naked and then put into position.  While she nervously performed the deed, she was spanked and finger fucked in the ass.  The girl’s sister begged and pleaded.  This only pissed Ghash off and he threatened to fuck the girl (Kim) in the ass with the tool he had fucked the black girl with if she (Suzanne) didn’t settle down and “shut the fuck up!”
	Reluctantly, Suzanne did.

	Nextly, Paul settled on Crystal’s face, his testicles in her mouth.  The boy lay down on the girl while the twelve year old boy got behind the boy and “entered” him.  Suzanne operated the video camera…
	When young Paul had a “bone of his own”, he lay on his back, legs stretched out while young eight year old Kim settled on him, Paul’s cock sliding into Kim’s snatch.  Suzanne bawling and sobbing continued filming.

	The tennis pro got more attention as she once more pooped the tennis ball stuffed in her asshole.  Angrily Ghash pulled the ball that was in her mouth out and tossed it into the mine shaft pit, then with the pooped out tennis ball--he crammed it into her mouth.  While the girl retched and gagged, Ghash sodomized the girl--roughly.

	Suzanne trembled some, but no longer sobbed or cried.  She held the video camera and focused it on the new scene--boys Blake and Paul double teaming Crystal.  Blake pounded steadily into the teen’s poon while young Paul pumped in her backdoor.  The three lay on their sides with Crystal pulling her leg up so as the “penetration” action could be well captured.
	When the boys were fucked out, neither of them cumming off, Ghash once more sunk his wicked bone into the hapless girl, pounding into her gash with a fierceness that caused serious bruising to her inner thighs and some bleeding to her pussy.
	He fucked himself silly and then backed away--he called for both Suzanne and Kim to come to him--and suck him.  While one sucked his bone the other noshed on his fuzzies.  Neither girl relished the idea and wailed about it.  This only prompted the deranged murderer to “wail” on the girls; he grabbed Suzanne first, pinning her against him and whipping her ass with his hand before throwing her back and grabbing the screaming Kim.
	Kim enraged the murderous demon and he flung her onto her back and straddled her, slapping her face until the hysterical child was so stunned she couldn’t respond.  Ghash stuffed her young poon and seriously raped her with much vigor and vim.  The others who watched were unable to react to do anything--including the two stunned unseen interlopers.

	How she did it was not exactly known, but she WAS tall and nimble.  The black girl, the tennis phenom had somehow worked her arms that had been bound behind her about her legs to the front of her.  Packard Ghash was exhausted and worn out and passed out.  He lay off to one side.  The other kids had gathered to themselves to one side of the mine shaft pit, save for Crystal who hadn’t moved since her rape.
	Ghash had stuffed her mouth and asshole with tennis balls, risking being beaten silly or worse, she had pooped the tennis ball in her asshole out again.  The one in her mouth she had p-tooied out, too.  Then, with arms no longer bound behind her (but her hands still secured) she grabbed up a forgotten miner’s long handled iron tool--and brought down onto the slumbering unsuspecting Packard Ghash’s head.  HARD!
	He was stunned, of course, dazed, but not out.  He fended off somehow the relentless attack and stumbled about until he managed to grab the tool the girl was beating him with.  A gash was opened up on his head, she had split his ear and had hit him hard on the arms and sides.  The man grabbed the tool and gave it a quick jolt back to the girl--smacking her square in the face.
	Blake suddenly was on the man, pouncing up with amazing quickness that Ghash was caught off-guard.  Arlene fell back, her nose had been broken, lip split, and the tool’s end had connected mostly with her forehead dazing her pretty good.
	Paul and Suzanne attacked the man, kicking and pounding him with all their might.
	Well, it was a good effort anyways.
	Paul was grabbed by the throat, lifted up and “tossed” to the cave wall where he was knocked out and slumped to the floor.  Suzanne was simply smacked across the face and she went down crumbling into a fetal position.  Blake was grabbed by the balls and he ceased his attack…

Finale
	Ghash had apparently had had enough.  Violently he raped and then sodomized Arlene.  He really-really hated her for some reason.  When he was through with her and his energy at an all time low, Crystal made a play.  She lunged up quickly barreling into the man, crashing him into the wall.  He came dangerously close to being impaled on a rusty pick axe.  A tool he grabbed up from the floor and slung it, connecting with the fifteen year old, seriously rendering her unconscious and knocking her against the far wall.  The others thought surely she was dead.  
	Tennis phenom rushed the man, foolishly.  She tripped over tools on the floor and the man palmed her face.  A tool came up in the man’s hands and he bashed it HARD against the teen’s back.  All breath left her and she rolled to the ground.  The long handled tool Ghash began shoving into Arlene’s rectum, the girl’s eyes bulged and there was blood drizzling from her anus.
	The girl was then thrown onto her backside and despite a lackluster boner, her attacker raped her.  While he pumped he smacked her face and tweaked hard her nipples.
	She hadn’t learned her lesson.
	Nor had Crystal.
	Arlene tried flinging some sand/dirt up into Ghash’s face, scrambling to lay her hands on a tool of some kind, she found a small block & tackle and bashed it upside the man’s head.  Crystal had somehow come to and rushed the man staggeringly.
	There was a scuffle and chaos with the end result Arlene tumbled into the mine pit.  It was several seconds before the “crash” was heard.  Ghash sat up by the entrance into the mine room, breathing hard and bleeding.
	“F-fuck you all!” he seethed.  He stumbled out of the cave slamming the heavy door behind him.

There and Back Again
(And I didn’t even know you were gone!)

	It was dark out and mildly warm.  
	“Got a clue as to where the fuck we’re supposed to go?”
	“Not a clue.”
	As difficult as it was during the daylight to get bearings, it was doubly so at night.  The SUV of Forrest’s was fucked, the right side headlight was broken out and the muffler system had suffered some damage as well.
	“I think we go straight, remember that huge dry wash we went across?”
	Jake remembered it but they hadn’t crossed it and there was only a quarter tank of fuel left to ran around the desert in.	 Jake slowed the truck down every so often, peering intently into the bleak night.  Nothing but desert was there to greet him.

	“Hey, hey!” Jake blurted out suddenly.
	“What?  What?” Skyler returned from being awoken from slumber.
	“You smell that?”
	Skyler sniffed the air, all he could smell was assorted body odor.
	Jake brought the frapped SUV to a stop.  It was breaking daylight, he had been driving all night.  A “caution” light had come on on the dash, indicating that the fuel tank was really-really low.
	Outside and all around them--green wheat.  Waist high and chest high.  Green swaying wheat.  The air was filled with a strange sweet aroma, it was like a blend of herbs and wild weeds.  
	“This aint right.” said Skyler.
	“No shit.” Jake bitched.
	The boys eased out of the truck and took a stronger look around.
	“Where the hell are we?”
	Skyler shook his head, “This looks like that--”
	Jake nodded, he remembered too, the same scene as when they had seen when they had come out of the hidden pool cave behind the Ma & Pa place.
	Jake wrinkled his nose and looked to the ground trying to think clearly.  Skyler farted and pissed on the wheat.
	Jake found the wheat was at least tasty.  Enough of it might even be able to sustain life!  It was bland to a point, but chewy and didn’t seem to make him sick.
	“Well,” drawled Skyler leaning on the hood facing his friend across, “do we turn back or what?”
	Jake looked back the way they had come.  It was a one lane road, just tire ruts with grass growing between.  He didn’t remember when the scene had changed from desert to wheat.
	“I dunno.”
	“I would think this road’s gotta go some fucking place, huh?”
	That was logical.  Maybe.  But they were low on gas, damn low.
	In the SUV the rescued kids stirred.
	“Well,” said Jake making a decision, “I guess we just go until this bitch runs dry.”
	“Then what?”
	“Then we fucking walk!”

	The SUV made it to a flat road before conking out.
	Jake sat in the stalled truck and seethed.
	The road before them went across, left or right was the option.
	Right went off to what looked like distant hills.
	Left--endless wheat of green on either side.
	The new road was gravely with no ruts.  The green wheat grew up to within one foot of the road.  Skyler picked up one of the young ones, six year old Michelle.  Jake secured Lindsy on his shoulders and the group struck off walking.