August Moone Sagas
Book 5
Absolution
Chapter 7
Obsessed Obsession 

Loose Ends
	To say the least Nancy was surprised to find everything “hunky-dory” when she returned home from work.  She had fretted all the day that Becky would be found dead (after a day of being sexually abused.)  but it wasn’t so.  Nancy was taken aback, at the table were the three strange kids playing a simple parlor board game, the man known to her as Forrest playing with them.  Fudge-cake had been made, a pitcher of fruit juice, and everything seemed--normal.
	Too normal.
	Nancy showered and when she returned--Forrest was making Chicken Kiev.  The poor woman didn’t know what to think.  And the house was still clean, too.  The kids seemed strangely well mannered, but they were a tad bit strange to begin with.  Her own daughter was a little more “mannered” than usual, but still herself.
	Nancy wanted to ask if the Invader had--had done anything with her, to her, or the other kids.  But she held her tongue and if her daughter wanted to spill she would.
	 Nancy was further lambasted when after dinner Forrest cleaned the table including placing the dinner dishes into the washer.  Nancy’s mind whirled, how could this be?  In all the years of marriage to her deadbeat husband she hadn’t been able to get him to do the dishes once!  Even her father “didn’t do dishes.”
	Her father and ex-husband weren’t sexually active with her, either.
	But it seemed to be a trend, a new trend.  A trend across the land that was becoming almost the norm.  Instead of letting it bug her and fester, she put it away, letting it go.  The kids settled in front of the television, Nancy gave herself to the “new man in her life” and they made love for over an hour.
	Banging a “woman” was good.  It was almost as pleasing as “other” options.  He satisfied Nancy on several levels.  A quick wash off of his privates and he was off--more spying.

	It vowed not to wander far, it was getting dark but that wasn’t it.  Just a little going over where he had previously been, that was enough for him.  He preferred the night, he could use his stealthiness better.
	Next door was the little in the yellow outfit.  The house there was mostly dark, the “daddy” didn’t seem to be home.  The boys, were, though--along with the little girl.
	In a semi darkened family room the trio was, four year old Angela butt bare assed naked.  The boys sitting on a dark blood red overstuffed loveseat had their pants and underwear down, masturbating.  On the 29 inch television was a porno.  (adult)
	The naked little girl’s brother beckoned her and with much coaxing finally got her to climb up onto his lap.  The boy’s friend was all giggles and watching in awe.
	“Dude!  I cant fucking believe you!”
	To wit the friend with the naked sibling on his naked lap giggled back with a shrug, “We do it all the time!”
	Angela wiggled on her brother’s lap, the brother waggled his hard-on up against her bald smooth cunny.  Angela giggled, farted, and spread her legs.  Randy (the brother) positioned his sister to where he could very easily rub the girl’s pussy with his dick.  His cock being somewhat smaller in size and girth than his dad’s, easily made vaginal penetration.
	“Suck my balls, bitch!” Randy told his friend.
	Slowly and timidly the “bitch” slid off of the sofa and watched the action before him.  Then, while playing with his pud he willingly went down and began suckling on his friend’s furry nuggets.
	Graig sucked on his friend’s shaft, too, licked Angela’s cunny and soon--as the passion increased 100-fold, Randy slipped his dick out of Angela’s pussy to her backdoor--Graig eased into the girl’s cunny.  She was double teamed at only four!

	It was Graig who squirted firstly, shooting some of his spunk into the girl’s tight fitting rectum, the remainder he emptied onto the child’s ass.  His eyes bulged and it was the best cum shoot ever.  He laid his organ against the child’s flesh and humped her crack.
	Randy worked his hands up and down his little sister, his cock buried near to the hilt in her little poon.  He humped furiously until the child began whimpering that it “hurt.”
	Graig sat back on the sofa fondling his cum squirter, aching all the way--but in a good way.  Randy scooped up his sister and left the room.  Where he went and what he did was unknown.  He was gone just a few minutes, though.
	When he returned, Graig had a boner going again.  Laughingly Randy “mounted” him, stuffing his own asshole with his friend’s dick.  “Fuck me, bitch, fuck me!”
	And Graig, the ‘bitch’, did so infacto “fuck”.

	The boys made out, fucking one another in the ass, peeing on one another, shooting cum on one another until they were (sexually) exhausted.  They then showered together and afterwards, more porno watching, masturbating--themselves and each other, smoking some weed and drinking some beer.
	Robert, Randy and Angela’s dad, never showed.

	Forrest went on.
	He was making way to the teen girl who was naughty with her little brother and his friend--when he came to take notice of the biker dude’s house.  The garage door was still wide open, back door, too.  There were no lights on.  As Forrest neared his Narly Senses kicked in, but there were somehow a little different.
	There was no sign of the biker dude, Dozer.  Forrest had a bad feeling.  The last place known of the Dozer’s presence was the back alley.  The alley where Forrest had been slinking trying to maintain stealthness while city law enforcement and National Guard parked their ass at the end of the alley.
	Dozer had made himself a nuisance.  Forrest wondered…
	“Shit!” ‘Bastard got himself arrested!’ it was the only logical answer.

	Becky was sound to sleep, naked under her covers.  Eddie was in the guest bedroom closet, naked, asleep.  Wednesday and her brother were playing chess.  Nancy handed over what money she had as well as her car keys and directed Forrest as to where the local “jail” was.
	It was dicey, Forrest didn’t like interacting so with the local enforcement.  He changed into some “other” man clothes Nancy still had in her closet from her ex.  Not a perfect fit but it would do, a nice sporty outfit (never worn)

	Dozer WAS in jail.  Charged with Assault, Resisting Arrest, and Mouthing Off.  Bail was significant.  In a bout of confusion, Forrest was mistaken for the biker’s lawyer.  The jail was overrun with no-gooders, derelicts of society, run of the mill dirt bags and assorted scum bums.  Lawyers were everywhere, Forrest easily “helped himself” to what he needed as identification to show that he WAS a lawyer.
	Although the bail money present was way under what was required for Dozer’s release, somehow there was a paperwork snafu and Dozer was released into the custody of Forrest, lawyer.
	They made a quick and hasty departure.
	Dozer was deeply grateful and had no idea anyone would come to his rescue.  “Anything you need, anything, you just name it!” Forrest kept it in mind and brought Dozer home.
	He couldn’t return to Nancy without having a “few” (beers) with the biker dude.  They talked bikes, chicks, chicks with dicks, tattoos, and friends.  

                                                         *

	Seth.  Seth-Seth-Seth.  Where the hell was Seth?
	Forrest hazarded the mild thought that the bugger COULD be back at the New Digs.  And if HE (Forrest) went traipsing there--Noah would have told Seth that Forrest had gone in search of him (Seth) and …
	The process would repeat--the two continuously “missing” one another.  What to do--what to do.  It was enough to give one a freaking aneurysm.
	He caressed the sleeping Becky instead.  Only slightly was he “aroused.”  he was more concerned about Seth.  Had Seth been captured/arrested by the Guard?  Was he dead?  Where was his family?  Had the “jig” been discovered about  the temple attachments?  
	No longer where the daily news blab giving out much sordid information about the sexual depravity consistent about the lands.  Taking new precedent was the green funky tornadoes.
Sooooo, in the meantime; back to the same-oh same-oh.
	The following day, after Nancy had shuffled off to work, Becky was privy to watching Wednesday getting dicked by Eddie--while Eddie was in doggie-wolf form.  At his age, he was more “dog” than wolf.  The full wolf form came only/usually during the scope of a full moon.  The ability to shape shift into wolf/dog form at will was getting a little better.
	Forrest came up from behind Becky, Wednesday and Eddie were in the spare/guest bedroom.  Wednesday finger banged herself while she was dicked from behind.  Becky was shocked and totally mystified.  (she was unaware that the doggie boning Wednesday was Eddie.)
	Easily Forrest lowered Becky’s capris.  He was in a particular mood, a mix of horny and worried and concerned.  The “horny” mood sort of won over and took precedent.
	Becky backed into Forrest, she had never seen such a thing as a dog taking a girl.  She was unaware of her panties being lowered, too.  She was unaware of being rendered butt bare assed naked totally!
	Behind her, the naked Forrest  fondled her, caressing her body as a whole--taking his time.  Lightly at this point did Becky become “aware.”  Her cunny was already on fire.  The whole sexual ordeal, though, was still bizarre to her; but she was somewhat used to it.  She was still young and immature enough to be easily swayed into new concepts of being the norm.
	Forrest’s mammoth prong gouged her ass crack and slowly she bent over--partially on her own and partially “guided into position.”  The massive throbbing erection probed her tight anal rim, but not for penetration.  A poke here and there and mostly gliding up and down the crack, teasing the girl’s entrances; he himself was mesmerized by Wednesday and Eddie’s doings.
	Pugsley was no where in sight.

	The dopiest grin ever was displayed on Eddie’s face, he remained in “dog” form, his fur a coarse near jet black with splotches of light brown.  He sat cockeyed against a nightstand at a window, cum drooling out of his dog-dick, tongue lolling out of the side of his mouth, eyes of yellow glazed over.
	He resembled very muchly like a German Shepherd who had just gotten a piece off of a tight poodle.
	Wednesday fingered her holes, and was in some minor discomfort, until said holes would snap back into proper position.  Becky wanted to ask her questions but was incapable of speaking.
	Forrest guided the naked Becky into the room.  Wednesday quickly and abruptly exited the bedroom and made for the hall bathroom.  
	After placing Becky on the bed Forrest followed Wednesday.
	“You okay?” he asked.  The bathroom door was not locked.  Wednesday sat on the toilet seriously relieving herself.  She looked flush, even more pale than normal.  Forrest wiped her face with a wet washcloth then went to his knees before her, splaying her legs open and bringing her forward some.  He examined her anus.  
	It was disgusting, she had a mild case of the poo runs.  Cum still dripped out of her backdoor, too.  The girl trembled a bit and tried to return to some sort of control.  She farted and had a few minutes of serious poo runs.
	Forrest held her hands and remained with her, spraying the room (toilet) when the funk got to be intrusive.  

	In the guest bedroom, Becky lay on her backside, shoulders on the pillows--legs open wide while Eddie still in doggie form came onto the bed.  The girl was near petrified.  Eddie began a slow bout of tonguing her cunny, licking deep into her crevice with his extra elongated doggie tongue.
	Becky clenched the bedding into wads and endured.
	Only when Eddie ceased his licking and slowly made his way up along her body, wrapping his lips about her young nipples and gliding his doggie dong against her inflamed pussy did the girl cry out.
	Forrest quickly came into the room and sized up the situation.
	“Down boy, she’s not ready.”
	Eddie looked at Forrest with disdain.
	“Down boy, down!” called out Wednesday.
	Eddie relinquished and fled into the closet.
	Becky remained on the bed quivering, legs still open, eyes glued to the ceiling.  Forrest came to her, Wednesday entered into the closet.  
	Little Becky parted her legs more as Forrest came onto her.  His manly manhood gliding up and down her entrance, slowly entering into her body.  The Invader pressed his lips to hers, forcing his tongue inside her mouth.  At the same time his cock invaded her snatch and he began to pump.

Ah!  There you are!
	With his cock aching terribly so he stood letting Mother Nature blow him.  He had taken a long-long piss, found consoling his ass felt good and wished he had some weed.  Suddenly there was a “snap”, a twig broken by a reason unknown somewhere close by.  Jason gulped and remained still.
	It was dark, that helped.  Maybe.  
	Jason didn’t move for a while, Noah was sleeping, exhausted from a long bout of trying to sink his aged prick into every hole at the New Digs, even his!  No one else was really trustworthy enough to be let out into the general area of the underground abode, let alone outside in the open.
	A strong odor wafted to Jason’s nose, urine.  Perhaps his own, perhaps someone else’s.  It could be an animal, a deer, bear, something like that.  Could be.  He waited, all other times he enjoyed the freedom of being nude, of waltzing about willy-nilly butt bare assed naked; his cock flopping all about.  But now was not good.  
	Suddenly, a form loomed up before him, “Who the hell are you!?”
	Jason stammered but finally blurted out his name, “J-J-Jason.”
	“Where’s Forrest?”
	“Forrest?  Oh, I--uh, I--uh--”
	The man grabbed Jason by the skin and flung him to a nearby tree.  A survival knife came to the boys ball sac.  Despite the darkness of the night, Jason could see well enough the intense eyes of the man.  “Don’t fuck with me, boy.”
	“I-I don’t know, sir--N-Noah’s been l-looking for him, too.”
	“Who the hell is Noah?”
	“Oh shit!”
	“This is MY fucking place!” the man harshly breathed.  The knife blade was slowly slicing into the delicate skin layers of Jason’s balls.
	“Then you’re the one Forrest is looking for.”
	The blade relaxed.  A little.
	“He’s gone?”
	“Yeah, y-yes.  A Couple days ago or so, got worried about you, if you’re Seth.  You’re Seth, right, sir?”
	“Yeah, dumbass, I’m Seth.” 

	Seth’s biological family were haggard--thrashed and worn out.  A harrowing most harrowing “adventure” had they on their way to the New Digs.  It hadn’t been easy and he didn’t care to discus it.  The temple “attachments” were still “attached”, but they had been so much apart of the family that at length the attachments could be removed as the bio family had been “conditioned.”
	Seth’s family consisted of Wife Dora May-32,  his bio children:  
	Angela-14;  Polly/Molly-7;  Gracie-3;  Jonathan-12;  Jason-10.
	The youngest, Gracie, was soaked in urine, young Molly had pissed herself, too.  Also young Jason.  
	Teen Jason made himself scarce, he wasn’t sure he liked Seth after all.
	Noah and Seth talked at length, Noah having difficulties keeping Seth from going out searching for Forrest.  A tentative “overdue” date was set, though; if Forrest wasn’t back by the end of the week, Seth would go.
	Seth went over the New Digs, he was interested in the construction phase and was impressed.  He would need a day or two to recover from his ordeal in the woods, eluding the pesky National Guard and other bonehead law enforcement officialzed knuckleheads.	
	He counted heads of the “captives”, the original cabinites and then the “additions.”  he would get personal with them later.  His family had private quarters and settled in.
	Noah fretted about Forrest.  If he didn’t return soon, he would go out looking for him himself.

                                                         *

Neighborhood Watch
	Frustrated to the max he left the house, hands in his pockets, not on stealth mode.  Seeing a nationwide scenic touring bus put Forrest in the notion to belly up, get a ticket, and leave.  He still yearned to make for his cousin’s place in the Midwest.  
	But, he didn’t.
	There were “attachments”, like anchors, holding him.  He was somewhat fond of Wednesday, Becky, and her mother.  There were “attachments”, too, back at the New Digs.  And unresolved yet still, what had happened to Seth?
	He came to a park and took a seat looking into a small centralized pond.  There were children about, under supervision.  Forrest didn’t even pay them any attention.  He sat with a near empty mind.  He needed peace, tranquility.  He had had enough of the worrying and concerns.  It was getting all a little too “freaky.”  a shape shifting boy, a weird girl and her equally weird brother, green tornadoes and something new in the newscasts blabs about a “parallel” universe, it DOES exist!
	Forrest wondered.  He had always thought himself fairly well grounded to the Earth and that there was only ONE Earth.  He didn’t believe in claptrap; psychic abilities, ghosts, phantoms, generalized goofy shit unexplained or parallel universes.
	But then again, maybe.  May there WAS something to it.  Some scientists were offering explanations as to the previous unexplained mysterious disappearances of peoples and planes and boats and peoples.
	Forrest didn’t know.  He was one that would have to “see it to believe it.”
	A tingling came to the back of his neck and crept into his psyche.  Ghosts, phantoms, people claiming to have psychic abilities…  He wrinkled his nose, farted, and narrowed his eyes.  Suddenly, something new to his “ability.”  Like peering thru an empty paper towel cardboard roll, with the “scenery” around mixing colors and melting into cone shape.  
	And with that, he could suddenly see across the pond (15 feet) and into the semi dense brush beyond and beyond that!  At the end of the “cone” the vision was a little blurry.  He developed a sudden unwanted headache and the experience dissolved.
	He sat still for a long time, the tingling to the nape of his neck still remained, but now in the context of rendering him ill--like being flush with a fever or seasickness.
	It passed within a few minutes.
	Some children screaming got his attention, but there was no cause for alarm--for anyone, the kids were just screaming to scream.  Forrest resifted himself on the bench and stared out over the water--and back into the bushes across.

	A hot dog and some purple popcorn (meant for the ducks and geese) and a large soda helped, some.  His mind was still occupied with what had happened.  He tried to keep his eyes off of the various young’uns running amok (with mild supervision).  A local city law official chatted with a woman nearby, some teen girls blabbed at a table nearby, some young lovely lasses did somersaults nearby.
	Forrest quickly consumed his lunch and scampered off.
	He found the seat at the pond empty.  As he neared, once more did the Narly Senses kick in as well as the Cone Vision.  Gripping the back of the bench seat he stared and concentrated better (if not harder) .
	Again there was the “flush” feeling creeping up on him, but with dire concentration it was pushed back--revealing a clarity of his extended vision.
Tsk Tsk Tsk
	A medium brown haired girl cuddled a tousled haired boy.  The girl was teenage, just barely, approx. thirteen.  The boy, about six.  The girl slyly patted the boy’s butt, giving it a squeeze and then making circles.
	The boy wore short-short kiddie walking shorts, the girl wore jeans and a simple top.  The boy seemed a little mesmerized by the girl’s chest, specifically her breasts.  While nestling his head on one mound his hand kneaded the other.  The girl didn’t seem to mind.
	The girl appeared to be tomboyish, her hair pulled to a single long pony.  To show some femininity there were some blue ribbons on either side of her noggin.  She was pretty, not outstanding or astounding or drop-dead, a plain Jane but not overly so.  Fuckable.  
	The boy was a cutey, typical boy of six-ish, and absorbed in “getting some.”
	And the girl seemed willing to let him!
	The little tyke continued squeezing titty, nuzzling his little head against the other.  The girl caressed the boy’s body with most attention at his darling little butt.  The girl appeared to be in some distress, tugging on her lower lip and giving off a facial expression of one being in a sexual denial.  (or yearning)
	Soon the girl (let’s call her--Dana) began inching up her blue teeshirt top.  She wore a boy’s shirt (open), too.  When the shirt was raised up enough to reveal bodacious twin “B”s, Forrest got wood.  His balls surged and he deeply wanted to shoot loads onto the twins.  
	The young boy--Alvin--continued squeezing titty.  One track minded boy.
	Dana continued, though, flipping up her bra cups and letting her young charge have the fullness of naughtiness.  The boy instantly began to suckle her and Dana--she worked down the lad’s short pants and then his shorts.  
	Alvin didn’t seem bothered or cared.  Dana fondled his little wanker and gently squeezed his tezzies.  Dana continued to display a facial expression of one experiencing he beginnings of a lovely-lovely orgasm.

	Soon the little boy was nude.  He was contented with that and happily toyed with his boyhood.  Dana had removed her outer shirt and then blue teeshirt, the bra, and began inching down her jeans.  Alvin was all grins, scratched his darling little butt and ogled the getting naked babysitter.
	Dana Weston was a babystitter.  Alvin Long was the--baby.  (these things learned later on but needed for story continuity or content or information.  Pick one.)  
	With her pants and undies at her ankles, knees open, little Alvin was easily guided “into position.”  Dana got comfy and glided the boy’s dong up against her teenhood.  Try as he might Forrest was unable to see if the girl was “virginal” or not, OR if there were any penetration going on.  When he “moved” his head he got terribly-terribly dizzy.
	Alvin humped and humped, giggling and not aware that what was transpiring was kinda illicit.  Using very-very slight movements, Forrest finally could see Dana’s hands on Alvin’s bare ass, squeezing tight.  There were bushes in the way disallowing prime viewing of any narly penetration, or anything close.
	A little disenchanted Forrest was ready to “pull” out and away when he was distracted.  Suddenly, his “Conical Viewer” whipped to another direction, a 45 degrees direction from where Dana and Alvin lay.  Heavy bushes and shrubs interrupted pertinent viewing but Forrest was keenly aware that someone was there.  Slinking.
	With concentration at the utmost and pushing back the pesky headache and nausea Forrest finally saw a teenage boy, masturbating.  He was on his knees, pants and undies at his knees, jerking off furiously with one hand while a pair of binoculars focused on the naughty Dana and Alvin.

Sacrilege!
	It was going to take a while to finger out what had happened.  He was left with questions, along with some lingering dizziness.  There were no answers, though.  And no place to go to finger them out.  There were no resources in which to confer.  
	He decided not to let it bug him, there were already enough things bothering him to let a little “psychic” ability upset him.  He left the park and mosied.
	It was determined, or brought to mind that he would need to find a manner in which to “settle” his abilities.  Being alerted of something “narly” going on nearby was okay, but it was taking over.  And expanding.  He didn’t know if that meant anything or what, but it meant that he was not 100 percent in control of his faculties.  And that was not good.
	At length he came to a nice area whereas a church was situated.
	He fastened his eyes on her only because she was cute.  Why else?  She was young, too.  Long silky blond hair lightly blowing in the breeze.  He doubted that she had a mother like Becky’s, though.  She seemed innocent enough, possibly naïve.  Damn cute, wearing a short kinda tight beige jean-type skirt.  A simple off-white blouse and just too damn cute for her own good.
	She was approx. ten.
	She wasn’t alone.  A pesky bothersome brother two years older joshed her and apparently had expelled some “gas.”  They seemed to be the only ones about, although some “noise” other than expelling gas came from what appeared to be a kitchen area.
	Forrest entered into daytime stealth mode, the church had immaculate grounds, trees and shrubs alike.  The building was rather large and house non-denominational parishioners.  Separate from the main “sanctuary” building there were some outbuildings, two long buildings went narrowly outward from the main, in the middle of the two out buildings and connected to the Sanctuary was what deemed to be the social gathering place, there was a pond there and a fountain.
	The two long narrow buildings were two-story and house the general populace of “classes”.  Sunday School for all ages, young marrieds, old marrieds, singles, and “other.”  
	With such a large congregation, 800 plus, a large expansive kitchen was the norm.  Within were some high school girls (yum!) preparing some pizzas for a pizza bake sale for some youth project.
	Forrest divided his interest(s) between the girl and her gas passing brother and the goings on in the kitchen.  He licked his lips--he liked pizza, with a little fur burger on the side!

	His “senses” were in turmoil, to follow the girl and her brother or see what he could “see” in the kitchen area.  He felt there was something more to be had in the kitchen, though he didn’t know what.  As he dwelt on the kitchen and the giggling girls and their odd choice in loud music, something more there came to be.  Something mysterious, strange, and possibly a little disturbing.
	Forrest focused, one eye steadily locked on the kitchen’s white screen door, the other on the prancing sillily young girl “Kellie” as she bounced her way down the middle open corridor between the two buildings.
	Soon ALL his attention was on the kitchen.
	There was the door directly into the kitchen, also another door that led down a short hall that emptied into a grand gymnasium.  The gym was covered with a thin gray carpet in which the young peoples of the church could play basketball or indoor soccer or other social active activities.  It also served as a place where the congregation assembled for plays and special occasion dinners and such.
	In the short hallway were access doors to the bathrooms, a small library, an office, and to the kitchen.  The door was generally always open.  Forrest slowly ambled across the open court area from where he had been hiding and made his way to the double doors.  Ten feet space from the doors to the gym and the door to the kitchen.  The stairs to the upper floor were in the middle.
	Pausing at the water fountain he washed his face and took a slight sip, his ears and eyes trained to hear and listen for anyone else in the area.  It was determined that he was NOT alone.  
	There wasn’t much lighting in the great gym, with no “activities” going on or some assemblage there was no need.  Only the kitchen area was being utilized.  But still, using stealth mode wasn’t easy.  There was nothing to hide behind.  The light streaming in from the double doors into the hallway thwarted any attempts at using “shadows.”
	So, boldly he eased down the short hall and paused right at the opening to the gym.  Several dozen tables were out to later on in the day or the morrow for the congregation to enjoy the youth group’s pizzas.  The kitchen had a door that led out into the gym area, as well as a “bar type” access window.  
	To one side, the right, a set of soft drink machines were, with one being pulled out part way with its front door opened.  It was in the process of being refilled, it was unplugged, too.  There were tools and equipment on a chair before it suggesting that it was under repair.  It was perfect.  Quickly and easily and with all stealthiness Forrest made his way behind the behemoth machine.  He was in a corner and had ample access to stealthfully scan the interior of the great room. 
	It didn’t take long before Forrest located another stealthy soul, way at the opposite end of the room but not in any shadows, sitting at a table.  He wasn’t out in the open per se, but close counts.  He seemed to be working on something, what was not known.  He was alone, he was not very old, and any further details Forrest would have to get closer.
	Forrest’s extra sensory senses suddenly kicked into high gear.  By the twitch of an eye he saw what appeared to be a brief flicker of light coming from the contraption of the unknown man.  There were a succession of lights, very brief:  red, yellow, blue, green.
	Each light had a slight near ear piercing sound to go along with it, ascending in decibel range until unheard--’cept maybe by a doggie or such.
	Then, Forrest was aware that the noise in the kitchen had suddenly diminished to that of only the music blaring.  Quickly the lone man with the contraption hurried to the open bay window to the kitchen and the radio fell silent.  
	The man seemed quirky to Forrest, something wasn’t quite right.  He couldn’t put his finger on it, but something.  He was tall, and of average weight being mostly slender.  Other details would require up close and personal viewing.
	Only seconds after silencing the din in the kitchen than did the odd man enter into the kitchen itself.  Forrest scurried to take a peek himself.  He wasn’t prepared for what he saw.

	As many as a dozen girls were within the kitchen.  All still.  All quiet.  
	Four of the teen girls were in cheerleading outfits.  Two others in Summer dresses, light and airy and practically see-thru.  Four girls were in various styles of short pants/jeans.  The other two in long jeans.  All were scrumptious!
	The smell of pizzas baking was incredibly enticing.  But that wasn’t what the odd lone man was up to about.  He stood up against one lovely fifteen year old lass and pressed his hand to her dainty young ass.  She was clad in a cheerleader’s outfit, red skirt with red shorts underneath, red and white top that was sleeveless.  The skirt was raised and the cleft of the right cheek squeezed.
	The man emitted a long drawn out yet satisfying “ahhhhh.”
	The girl remained still, not movement whatsoever.

	It was so with all the girls, still and quiet.  No blinking of eyes or anything, just breathing.  Risking detection, Forrest raised his head a bit more and utilized the Conical View.  It gave a more pertinent detail of what the odd man was doing.
	…which was slipping his hand around the “stunned” girl’s waist and down her tight red shorts.  Slowly the man “humped” the girl from behind, fingering her pussy all the while.
	Stealthfully Forrest checked the man’s face, it was covered in sweat and he appeared to be no more than 20 years or so old.  But then again, on closer inspection he appeared much older.  His eyes were closed, fluttering as he molested the stunned cheerleader.  His mouth was on the back of the girl’s head, sucking on it!
	Slowly he moved his hands up the girl’s stomach, squeezing her breasts.  His breathing seemed labored and he appeared to be in either distress or something worse.  He was definitely horny and on the verge of pantsing the young teen and “doinking” her right then and there…
	Somehow he managed to curb himself and back away from the girl, focusing his attention on some of the other “delights.”
	The Odd Man apparently didn’t hear the “voices” from outside the kitchen/gym, Forrest did, though, and made a hasty bound down the hall to the double doors to see where the voices were and if they were nearing.
	Two men in semi-suits, “officers” of the church making their way to the gym/kitchen.  There was only seconds to make a decision.  

	The Odd Man had his hands busy with another teen lovely, one hand squeezing bare titty while the other fingered furry snatch.  The girl’s blue teeshirt was up, a titty exposed from a simple white bra.  Her beige walking shorts were down to her knees and her panties, too.  The man was close to bending her over one of the stainless steel tables and doinking her.
	…but Forrest poked his head in thru the open bay service window and whistled thru his teeth,
	“You got company!” he said after the whistle of attention.
	The Odd Man was near petrified, he looked to Forrest and then trained his ear and heard the two approaching men.
	“Put her back together!” Forrest suggested (strongly).  The Odd Man did so and raced out of the kitchen into the gym, bringing along his “contraption”.
	The two men locked eyes, “Can you--put them back?” Forrest asked.
	The voices grew closer and the Odd Man nodded, gulped, sweated and seemed quite strange.  Forrest saw before his eyes something like a shimmer fall over the man.  The Odd Man shook it off and flipped a switch on his contraption.
	They lingered a moment, then heard the girls’ voices; there was confusion and some alarm and then “who turned the tunes off?”  followed by “Hello, girls, how goes the pizza business.” the pastor of the church and his associate had come in.
	Skyler Zane was the Odd Man.  His voice though sounded teenage-ish, was haggard and worn.  He was warm to the touch as well as just from a few inches distant.  There were other “doors” and corridors leading to the outside and accesses to other “school” rooms, the two men scurried to the closest one and hovered there in the coolness and darkness for a few minutes to collect themselves.
	It wasn’t totally dark, there were windows along the top of the classroom that was used mostly for the young marrieds of the church to use on Sundays, as well as a journalism class thru the week for the Home Schooled children of the church.
	“That was kinda close.” Forrest said at length.
	Skyler nodded.  There was a lot to Skyler, a “story” beyond belief.  The two men introduced one another to each other and sat in the still coolness to rest.
	Forrest’s eyes rested on the “contraption” the man held close.  It was gray metal, a square box much like a remote control unit for a remote controlled toy car or airplane.  There were a few more switches and dials and indicators on it, it was heavier, and did more than control toys.
	“I-I guess yer wondering about this?” Skyler asked after a time.
	“Kinda crossed my mind.”
	Skyler licked his lips and before he began to explain--he shimmered.  No color scheme, just something like an out-of-body shimmer.  Something like would be seen in a computer generated production.  The “shimmer” merely lasted nano seconds.  At the end of which Forrest sat before a teenage boy, approx. sixteen.
	“What the fuck?”
	“A curse.” replied the boy.  He had a few pimples, his hair was a little longer, a gold earring in his left ear, a pronounced Adam’s Apple, and more slenderly built all around.
	Skyler tapped the “contraption.”  
	“Overuse, I suppose.”
	“Oh?” Forrest said, then offered a bit of a smirkish smile, “Yeah, I suppose those young bitches will do that every time.”
	Skyler still didn’t seem to know what to do about Forrest, being busted and all.
	“Don’t worry, mate,” Forrest tried to console, “I like ’em like that, too.”  
	Skyler offered back a slight smile.  He needed the assurance that Forrest was on the “up and up.”
                                                      *

	Puppet Players Meet Here!  Free Cookies!  Coffee!  Tea!
	A double-sided advertising board sat out in the in-between buildings courtyard.  Large flower beds numbering one-two-three were evenly spaced with benches and open air all about.  There was an exit to some small steps leading out to the overflow parking lot beyond.  It was a Saturday and no one was in the overflow.  Hardly anyone was at the church at all, save for the girls in the kitchen.  A few miles away was a race track and it was national, big name drivers were on a 200 mile oval race.  Downtown was having a parade celebrating something or another.  And there was a big sale at the mall…
	So getting peoples in general to come to a lame Saturday class for puppeteers was nil.  The only ones present were the ones in charge, namely Patricia Gonson, the head of the Children’s Ministries for the Church.
	With her were conscripted her offspring, her two daughters (Kellie and Katey) with son, (Kevin.)  the oldest daughter, Katey, busied herself on a nearby pay telephone by the courtyard bathrooms while the two younger sibs continued joshing one another trying to “fart” on one another.
	Their mother three times wandered the open air courtyard, shading her eyes from the morning’s sun.  She walked up to the foyer and looked left and right to the two main parking lots, shook her head and knew she had chosen a bad day to have puppeteer auditions.  
	When she had returned to the classroom where said auditions were to be held--she suddenly lost all track of time.  When she would recover from the loss of time--she would never be quite the same again.  (or her children.)

                                                   **

	The “contraption” had only one function--mind zapping.  Temporarily it caused the Victim’s mind to shut down, not cease to function but just simply go into “hibernation.”
	But, there were a few hang-ups.  It didn’t always work.  Some minds refused to be altered and/or affected.  And there were those minds, too, that the hibernation mode didn’t last very long.  In most cases, though, it lasted long enough.
	The other hang-up was more obvious, it somehow had a drain on the possessor’s body, or system--or both.  It aged him prematurely.  There were other maladies, too, to contend with--headaches, nausea, double vision, blurred vision, and in some case no vision.
	The effects didn’t last long but long enough to worry Skyler just a scooch.  He vowed to limit the “contraption’s” usage to just a few times a week.

The Contraption:  The Beginning
	There were other nuances to the Contraption, some known and others not so.  The unit comprised of incredible technology, a unique power source, and inconceivable abilities.  There were indicators to indicate power output, strength, and overload.  It was a bit heavy and kinda cumbersome and could use with some downsizing.  
	 It had been conceived at the high school level.  Like most boys of the teenage stage, Girls took high precedent over all other things.  Even cars and music!  Most boys desperately wanted to get laid at least once before graduation, at least once.  And many did.  Many others didn’t.  Most boys fantasized about a girl--a girl naked, in her panties, masturbating, peeing, sleeping, riding his bone…
	At the high school level the girls were awesome.  There was the gym class for one, girls in nice tight gym shorts.  Spring and Summer were a welcome sight with girls in frilly outfits, skimpy outfits, and short shorts.  There were the Nice Girls, the Pretty Girls, the Socialable Girls, the UnSociable Girls, the Bitches, the Sluts, the Giddy, the Dumb, the Easy, and Naughty/Nasty Girls.
	Most boys strove hard to please a girl, in the worst way--all in an attempt (sometimes futile) to get into a girl’s pants--specifically her pussy.  A blowjob or a simple hand job would suffice, too.
	Many girls, though, didn’t put out.  Many were afraid of some lame disease, they weren’t ready despite their nomenclature tag of being Easy or Slutty, or they didn’t want to risk getting knocked up.  Among other reasons.
	So the lame boys had to settle with whatever they could, which was mostly deep fantasies.  Seeing girls in their skimpy clothing or cheerleader outfits, tumbling, running, falling, etc. was the best that could be hoped for.
	Skyler Lane, though, wasn’t going to settle for that.  He was hard up from day one.  It was bad enough to see girls in cheerleader outfits at the elementary school nearby tumbling and falling and innocently exposing their underwear--let alone coming to a high school campus where the girls had more to reveal.
	It didn’t happen right away, the Contraption, it took a little time.  It took ALL of his time, but dire determination and a total lack of a social life ultimately conceived a most rewarding end.
	Skyler wasn’t into football, baseball, or basketball.  No soccer, golf, bowling, or singing.  But needing some sort of extra curricular activity he fell into “forensics”, a school decorum that was science related but in the manner of Speech & Debate.  He was not “debate” material but could speak eloquently enough to sway judges to side with him on most controversial issues.  He could tell a funny story or be rather dramatic, too.
	He inner juices went into overload and conspired to foul him up as in his S&D class there were more girls than boys.  Of all ages.  Skyler was in his second year of high school and there were young lasses from freshman to senior.  The desire was great and intensified causing Skyler to increase his concentration on his Contraption.

The Contraption:  Somewhere in the Middle
	There was little idea to know really if the Contraption was successful.  When it was thought completed, it needed to be tested, like all inventions.  But being that the nature of the invention was not quite mainstream it had to remain rather incognito at best.
	For all intensive purposes, Skyler believed his device to be in working order.  He assumed that there would be a bug or two to weed out, some tweaking to be made to enable full potential, and the like.  But he needed a “test subject.”
	In his neighborhood there were many such “subjects.”
	Amy Pollock.  A fine choice.  She was fifteen, a cheerleader, popular, pretty, and “available.”  as she walked down the sidewalk at evening type time the Contraption went into operation for the first time.
	And didn’t work.
	Undaunted, though, Skyler continued tweaking.  A week passed by, then another.  On the following week his next chance was twelve year old Sara Michaels, a neighbor girl who wore very tight clothing.  Whether she did it by chance or she knew what wearing tight clothes meant (to some hard-up boys) remained to be seen.  On the day of “testing” she was in a pair of skimpy tight short-shorts and a sleeveless white top.
	At twelve the girl barely had any chest to speak of, but Skyler wasn’t so much into a girl’s chest--he preferred them handful, that was enough.
	The “chance” happening occurred as Skyler carried out the garbage to the back alley.  By chance, Sara was doing likewise.  A chain link fence separated the yards, the fences inundated with varies flowering vines.  At the back alley fence gate Skyler quickly dumped his garbage and then set the Contraption into play.
	Remarkably all seemed to go as planned.  The young Sara had just placed the dingy dinged up lid onto the trash can then went still.  To say the least Skyler was a little apprehensive.  Could be good, could be bad.  He didn’t really know for sure the effects of using the Contraption.  (especially unto himself!)
	 The girl didn’t move.  Not an inch.  Skyler nonchalantly walked up to her and--nothing.  No recognition or anything of the like.  He waved his hand in front of her face--nothing.  He MADE a face at her.  Still nada.  He thought, considered, reconsidered, then made an attempt at smacking her in the face dead on.
	Sara didn’t even flinch.
	The sole purpose of creating the Contraption was for the sole purpose of enabling the operator to delve into the sordid world of naughtiness.  To blank a Victim’s mind so as to allow the Operator easier access to the Victim’s body.  
	At the time, all across the land and the lands beyond would-be junior scientists were creating various “devices” to subdue Opposing Minds.  The general idea was to be used in the Military and Spy organizations.  That was the general idea.
	It wasn’t supposed to be let out to the general public.  But thanks to the computer age--all that was moot.  Any dope could put together a simple to sophisticated thermal-nuclear device to a mind controller.
	Skyler opted for the mind controller.
	Other than the pure sexual deviancy usage, the Mind Controller could be used for other purposes--like zapping the minds of Guards at Banks and Federal Arms Institutions, hi-tech industries, any place of business, neighbors, and virtually everyone and anyone was susceptible.
	And so was Sara Michaels.
	But Skyler didn’t “do anything.” he wasn’t solely convinced.  Not yet.  He backed away and hid and “released” Sara from the Contraption.  Peeking thru a knothole he noted the girl suddenly waver, shake her head, and vomit.  After coughing and sputtering the girl seemed okay.  She looked about and seemed quite perplexed.  She shrugged it off, picked her panties out of her butt crack and made her way back to her house.
	Skyler quickly made his way, too; sighting Sara he called out, “Hi!” and waved to her.  The girl smiled and waved back and continued on her way unimpeded--and unaware.
The Contraption:  The Middle
	A few more minor tweakings, more unwary subject testing of the neighborhood girls and the Contraption was ready for its primary use--high school!
	Once more, though, Sara had been unwarily whammied as she took out the garbage.  Beings as it was late evening and kinda dark, Skyler had an easy time of waltzing up to the stunned girl and placing his hand on her.  He firstly caressed her cheek, then let his hand drop to her chest.  No reaction whatsoever.
	Taking it a daring step further, he gave a breast a gentle squeeze.
	Nothing.  He sighed.  He was nervous and hoped that if she should come out of her induced stupor he could find a way to talk his way thru.  But he needn’t to worry; Sara remained under his control.

	Sally Anne Greyson   Tammy Hews   Lee Anne Filpatrick   Zena Daws 
	Stephanie Garp  Shawnra Gould  Leigh Anne Plough  Jan Joles
	Eight lovely-lovely girls from fifteen to eighteen.  Eight lovely girls that enticed and thrilled and did all sorts of naughty-naughty things.  (in his mind)  Each girl was (duh!) different.  Each girl possessed a different enticing quality that initially initiated Skyler to create the damn Contraption in the first place!
	There were three top girls on Skyler’s List of Fuckables, Sally Anne, Tammy Hews, and Leigh Anne Plough.  He almost couldn’t stand it, none of the girls were striking out outstanding.  They weren’t “Plain Janes” either, but had a draw that ignited a depraved fire within his soul.
	There was no deciding who was Number One, they all were.  All were special and held a special place in his heart--er, actually someplace lower.  Much lower.  
	The next trick was, though, to see if the Contraption could do more than One at a Time.  That was near essential (if not required) as very-very seldom were any of the Desirables “alone.”  Soooo, a small passel of “subjects” were required to be “zapped” so as to proliferate the main subject.
	This required an additional two weeks worth of tweakings.  And once more he tested it on his neighbors.  Seemed the thing to do.
	In his neighborhood two blocks from where he lived there was a corner market.  On his way there to run an errand he encountered several girls lingering, chatting on the payphone and being typical junior high girls.  Skyler had his Contraption--it was a near constant companion.
	Slinking in the shadows of the approaching evening he put the Contraption to work.  And surprisingly--it did.  (he so noted that afterwards when home he was dizzy, the tips of his fingers tingled, and he developed a nose bleed.  At the time he didn’t associate the maladies with the Contraption--just a coincidence, a fluke.  Later on, however…  But by then, it was too late and he was too deeply involved and not one to cease operations.)
	  Three of the seven girls lingering/loitering at the market store were from a private school, still clad in short gray pleated skirts and white blouses.  All seven were delectable delights and from ten feet away at the corner of the store Skyler zapped them.
	The one on the phone instantly stopped chatting.  So did the lingering companions.  Skyler let out his breath.  It worked.  He was satisfied.  To a point.  He walked semi briskly up to them, waved his hand before them and gingerly if not delicately pressed a hand against their boobs.  To the girls in skirts he “copped” a feel, digging his fingers inside their panties.
	No reaction from any of them whatsoever.
	Skyler was elated.
	Desperately he wanted to take each girl, take her behind the store and doink the crap out of her.  He settled for fingering, bare ass fondling, exposing a titty, and mouthing.  
	The store was not particularly busy, it was near closing time anyways, but still--there were peoples within and coming and going.  Skyler wisely ceased his actions and scurried off.  He had to beat off in a bad-bad way.

                                                           *

	“Ahhhhm!” cried out a young girlish voice.  
	Skyler whirled around to see a young girl of ten spying on him, catching him in the act of jerking his gherkin.  She began to run off but then suddenly stopped dead in her tracks.  
	Darkness was quickly encroaching and Skyler had to hustle home.
	But beforehand, he had to “beat the meat!”  he had “released” the seven girls and they returned to their normal activity.  It was so noted that they all seemed a little dizzy (dizzier!) and slightly aware that something was amiss about them.  But nothing more.
	Skyler quickly whipped out the Contraption and put it to use before the young girl could scamper too far off.  She was dressed in a pink outfit, jeans and top.  Skyler had a bit of spunk drooling out of his unzipped pants.  Looking around he saw no one about and not knowing if he could or not, eased the girl back into the area of the dumpster and piled crushed boxes from the store.
	Skyler gulped.  He knelt down and turned the girl to face him.  He had moved her.  His schlong was out.  She was kinda pretty, needed her face washed.  Short curly blond hair, dimples, and cute as a button!
	He stood when he heard voices.  
	They were just at the entrance to the store, locking up.
	When Skyler returned his attention to the little girl, his cock was right at her face, poised right at her mouth.  Skyler gulped again and gingerly ever so gingerly pressed his prong against her lips.
	The child did nothing.  Not a damn thing!
	Into her mouth he went, pulling out and with breath held waited to see…
	He relaxed when she did absolutely nothing whatsoever.  No facial grimaces or anything of the like.  He rubbed his cock against her face and pushed the head back into her mouth.

	On the boxes the child was laid out.  Slowly ever so slowly her pink shirt with a caricature of a fuzzy bear with a pink ribbon emblazoned on the front with the word “Angel” printed above in an arch was slipped off.  She wore a training teeshirt/bra.  Skyler removed it, too.
	His ears thought he heard a distant voice from some neighborhood apartments nearby calling, “Arlene!”  He dragged a finger about the still child’s face, “Are you Arlene?” he gulped sweated, then continued.
	No shoes to contend with so his task of slipping the girl’s pink jeans off was easy.  And he couldn’t believe that he was being such a cad, a scuym bag, a pervert.  Long had he harbored naughty-narly thoughts of the illicit kind.  Any age, any girl would do, fulfilling his every fantasy.  He didn’t really consider himself a pervert, or a molester--but he supposed that he was.  In some fashion.  
	There was just the desire to see a girl naked.  Prancing in her panties or cheerleader underwear.  Mostly he was satisfied with girls his age or two or three years older or younger.  There were some girls 19 to 20 and 21 that were pretty cool to him, some adult girls older than that were okay--he had a hot aunt he desperately wanted to sink his pud into…
	But young-young girls.  Could he?  It was something going around, no girl (or boy) was safe.  Girls as young as 2 years were being molested.  Skyler couldn’t really see himself doing something--anything to such a youngster--he resolved that maybe something wicked to a girl about Arlene’s age, no younger.  It was the moralistic fiber deeply embedded and entrenched within him preventing him.
	But, it was not without possibilities.
	He knew that seeing young girls younger than ten flirting around in their suggestive clothing--short-shorts, big open legged shorts, tight swimsuits, short-short skirts, and boldly in their panties gave him great cause to make for the sanctity of his bedroom where he did commence a series of serious jerking off.
	He had a small collection of “panties.”  Panties “acquired” from girls he knew, going to their house for a party or to study or just simply to “hang-out” and pilfering the laundry hamper or rifling thru a girl’s closet drawers, etc.  He also had a cousin’s panties and his “hot aunt’s.”
	Arlene wore panties that were with a pink hem and pink flowers on a nylon undy.  Skyler gulped then held his breath and gently lowered the panty, just to the point of revealing the naked hairless snatch.
	“Holy shit!” he breathed.
	He didn’t fully comprehend the difference between a “virgin” cunt and a “non-virgin” cunt.  There was the smooth hairless pussy and that was all that matter.  He fingered the entrance and soon found himself out of control, the girl’s panties down and off and he on her, humping madly her pussy.
	He didn’t make penetration, but close counts.  He squirted his liquid love on her and shuddered.  It was far-far better than he ever fantasized.  Far better.
	He languished a moment (or two), fully emptying his balls.  Sitting back he rubbed the head of his cock into the slit of the girl’s young pussy.  His mind emptied of whimsy and for another moment he simply sat on his haunches looking at the girl.
	At length, though, the near frantic call of the girl from several voices prompted Skyler to quickly re-dress the girl and slink off into the invading shadows, release her from the Contraption’s hold--and watch her vomit, heave, shit her pink jeans and be very ill.
	Skyler DID regret the illness that fell on the child, he didn’t want that to happen.  But it helped as a “cover” as the child’s family finally found her and realized that she was ill--and hadn’t met with something more serious like abduction…
                                                        **

Sexology 101
	Class time officially started at 8:30.  Most students arrived a quarter after.  The general chit-chat thwarted the actual start-up of the class until 8:45.  The teacher of the class was a laid back pudgy Irishman who was waaaaaay too lenient.  
	When the class finally settled down and roll was taken, the Office Messenger had come to deliver pertinent messages, the assignments begun, Skyler fiddled with the Contraption.
	The Speech & Debate class was *optional.  An elective.  Approx. only 20 students were in general attendance.  Many skipped.  On the day of Skyler’s introducing the class to the Contraption--with them in total unawareness there were only twelve students.  Several were out sick, two Skyler knew were actually playing hooky and were at the beach.  Two others were stoned behind the handball courts.  Another was in jail.  ’All present and Accounted for!’
	So far the Contraption had waylaid seven.
	Could it handle five more plus the instructor?

	Yeppers!
	 For what seemed an eternity Skyler Zane held his breath barely able to move, either.  Slowly he let his eyes roll about, noting that the classroom had become indeed--suddenly quiet!  That was a sign, a good sign.
	Sucking in his breath and looking about from his rear seated advantage point, he looked over the various class members, including the pudgy instructor.  No one moved, no one was stirring.  He gulped, so far so good.
	Carefully he stood--his hip swing out of his desk caught the edge of his books and toppled them.  Quickly he caught the bulk of them but the hefty American History book KER-PLOPPED to the linoleum floor and made a horrendous noise.
	Only Skyler jerked at the noise.  The minds of the students (and teacher) were numb to all things, including loud noises.  That was something of note.  
	After gathering himself he slipped up to Tammy Hewes.  She wore stripped semi-designer jeans with a frilly lacey powder blue top with jillions of blue daisy-like flowers all over it.  Tammy was a flaming red head, a bubbly personality, perky, over friendly, giddy, and the whole works.
	Skyler pressed up against her as she sat in her chair.
	Tammy’s eyes neither batted or blinked or shut.  She was well poised and stared straight ahead.  Nervously Skyler licked his lips and brushed a finger against the girl’s face.  She wasn’t startled and continued to give no reaction whatsoever.
	Skyler lookd all about the room, no one was doing anything.
	Still, though, he was nervous and not 100 percent into jumping headlong into that of which would be declared depraved.  Gingerly he pulled Tammy out of her seat and stood her up.  
	A few “select” others he did so as well.
	Even Mark Aycox, a close friend of his who was a year younger.
	Not a sound, not a movement.  They all breathed and nothing more.
	Biting his lower lip in deep thought, he pressed himself against Jan Joles.  She was fifteen and a so-so real cutey, dark brown hair, small stature, pleasing to the eye body in every way and wearing super tight jeans.  Closing his eyes Skyler briefly pressed his hand against the girl’s butt.
	He gulped and waited for the scream, rant, kicking, etc.
	It didn’t come.
	Skyler was cumming, though.
	His cock was hard and on a dare to himself he whipped it out.
	Then, taking Jan’s hand he wrapped her fingers about his prong and had her jerk him!  It felt good!  Damn good!  Damn fucking good!  His mouth undulated and went crazy--so did his thoughts.  He whimpered and whined and found himself very muchly caressing Jan’s ass.  
	Soon he was busy undoing the buttons to her shirt, flipping up the bra cups and eyeing with some delight the two lovely-lovely mounds of flesh.  He moaned and groaned, whimpered and whined.  
	Staring into the girl’s face he eyed her light brown eyes.  She was a lovely, as lovely as any girl he knew (at the moment.)  Slowly he took in the whole of her face and found himself drawn to her, pressing his lips to hers.
	The ticking of his wrist watch made the only sounds.
	He could feel his heart pounding steadily, if not rapidly, in his chest.
	Son-of-a-bitch!  He couldn’t believe it!  He just couldn’t Fucking-A believe it!  His mouth left the girl’s mouth and partook of suckling her breasts, first one and then the other--all the while he was undoing her jeans, too.
	Light pink nylon panties.  How long he stared at the undies he didn’t know, he lost track of time.  The panty hugged the girl’s body nicely--very nicely.  He breathed hard, spoke words of desire and with trembling fingers eased the pink undies down.
	All he could utter were non-intelligible words, “Ohhh” & “Ahhh”  along with “Oh yes!” and “Damn!”  it was a pure delight.  Pure.  Sweat dripped off of his forehead somewhat bringing him back, time was of the essence--30 of them to be exact.
	Closely he examined the cunny, caressed the ass and did what he could to drag the back of his finger up against the polite innocent poon of Jan.  Because of the angle he couldn’t quite get his tongue to it, but he tried.  He loved caressing her ass and turned the girl about and stared at it.  
	He stood up (not realizing that he had even knelt down) and pressed his cock against her ass, gliding the head up between the supple-supple cheeks.
	His eyes fell on Lee Ann Filpatrick, best friend of Tammy Hews.  
	Sally Anne Greyson was right close, too.  Zena Daws, Stehpanie Garp, Shawnra and another Leigh Anne (who just had her name spelt different.  Skyler was in agony.  Ag-go-knee!
	There were just too many--too many delicacies and too little time.
	To Jan he pulled her panties back up along with her pants and then bra and shirt put back together.  He wanted her.  He wanted them all.  There were several-several girls from all classes (freshman-senior) that he wanted.  Then, from the nearby elementary school.  Very girl he knew in his neighborhood.  The girls at the grocery store.  Everywhere there was a “girl” he wanted.
	And with the Contraption, it was a very doable thing.