August Moone
Book 8
Chapter Three
Dom’s Way Home

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and speaking of fiasco
	Alex, Maggie, Louis; PFC Nodden; Leighanne; Eric, Emily, Derrick, Katey; Gary and Linda; Phil and his daughters; the Tarantula Desert Scourge biker gang; Larissa and her brother, Farris; and Jessie & Joey—just some of the people who will have spotlights in this soaring chapter.
	Oh, and Dom the Entity, too.
	But first!

The Fiasco Family
	House # Four on Desert Seaway Highway was a nice home in need of just a little TLC—mainly a yard, paint, something-anything green.  But it was a suitable home for a blended family.  Robert Fiasco had three boys, Greg, Peter, and Bobby.  (sound familiar?)  His wife, boys’ mother, died tragically in an auto accident.  That sucked.  But two years later he married again, Carol Henderson; she had three girls—Marsha, Jan, and Cindy.  (sounding real familiar now, huh?)  oh well—I’m obsessed with some particular tv programs (can ya tell?) 
	One night, Marsha couldn’t sleep.  New house, new environment—still getting used to BOYS (her new brothers) and desert living.  It wasn’t bad, but it could be better.  Big city life and then suburban life had been one thing—living in the desert next to the ocean was something else entirely.  She was thirteen and thought she would soon be getting her own room.  So far—nope!
	She lay in her bed with the window open listening to the nearby surf crashing against the rocky beach below the cliff side.  It sort of helped soothe her—sort of.  She wasn’t hungry—she was something else.  Living with BOYS was new to her—she had reached that certain age where curiosity piqued her and prompted her to not loathe BOYS but to sneak peeks at them—even if they were her brothers (step-brothers.)

	Greg was fourteen and still a little dorky.  His brother Peter was way dorky and youngest brother, Bobby was just plain childish—but had aspiration of being a dork.  They were alright—for brothers.  As brothers and sisters there were typical fights and not-get-alongs, but that was normal.
	Not long after the combined family moved to the new digs just outside of town a cousin of the boys came to live with them while his folks “worked things out.”  He was fifteen, all kinds of shy and not too talkative.  He was nice looking, though; and Marsha found herself friggin’ her cunt thinking about him.  She had seen him earlier coming from the shower—he was near naked.  Wrapped in a towel he crossed the hall and even with his messed up hair he was quite nice looking to look at it.
	Marsha still had to deal with feelings of sexuality.  She tried to do so privately but in a crowded house it was sometimes difficult to impossible.  Her fingers worked tenaciously her quivering pussy, soaking her panties.  In the single bed next to her sister Jan lightly snored.  Across the room in another single, sister Cindy farted—in her sleep!
	Time to change panties—they were soaked and she hated soaked panties.  She sighed and found a pesky fart coming her way.  Tossing her bedding to her feet she pulled her legs back some, pushed her panties up some, then pulled her cheeks open and let it rip.
	Chainsaw fart!  It felt good to let it go.  She then slid her panties off, kicking them off once they were at her ankles.  Then she lay with her nightgown hiked up to her waist—still fingering herself as the cool breezes from the sea came to soothe her.
	The digital clock on her nightstand read 12:01.
	12:01AM
	Crap.
	Shying she slowly slid off her bed and went to the window looking out.  New Daddy said it was only temporary until he could save up enough money to take them back to the City to a nice place.  Marsha didn’t particularly like the desert and wasn’t too keen on the sea.  If it was a regular beach house or something maybe that’d be different.  But the house was next to a cliff and the beach was not much to speak of.
	Her mother said to “make the best of it.”
	Make the best of it—the school in town was nothing like her old school, she had to get used to new friends and socialize and “fit in” while she was still getting used to having BOYS in her life.
	She needed some milk—and maybe some of that chocolate cake if none of her dorky brothers had gotten into it.  She forgo putting on new panties, sometimes prancing about without undies on was a turn-on.

	Standing in the middle of the hall was Ernie, the visiting cousin.
	He was naked.
	Marsha stood still with her breath taken aback.
	“Er-Ernie?” she inquired.  She waited.  And waited.  And then waited some more.  His back was to her and there was only one nite light on in the middle of the hall near the hall bathroom.  Slowly Marsha found herself fingering her still twitching itchy cunt.  
	Ernie didn’t move.  
	Marsha hadn’t seen him naked but that one time with just the towel.  While he seemed to be absorbed with staring down the hall, Marsha took the opportunity to check out his body—his backside anyways.  It was nice, what she could see of it.  Nice ass, straight, tall, slender, well built for a fifteen year old.  Nice ass.
	The wetness between her legs intensified. 
	“Ernie?” she quipped again.
	Still nothing.  Twitching her nose, checking the sleeping status of her sisters, Marsha slipped out of her room, closing the door gently.  The house was old; it had been a general’s house back in the heyday of the military occupancy.  There were floorboards that squeaked just about everywhere.  Marsha stepped on one and froze.  Ernie still remained steadfastly still.
	Well, not exactly “still.”  As Marsha braved another step the boy was doing something.  Doing something all boys were famous for and something Marsha was only vaguely aware of.  Masturbating.
	Marsha came right up against the wall and to Ernie’s side.  He was motionless except for the stroking of his cock.  Marsha knew what “cock” was and other assorted sex parts, positions, and so on.  She was thirteen and well schooled—but not physically.  She only recently begun fingering her own sex finding incredible joys in doing so.
	Marsha slowly begun to get scared.  Something was wrong.  Why wasn’t Ernie saying anything, or doing anything but jerkin his merkin?  His merkin.  Oh my God!  His cock was freaking HUGE!  Marsha HAD seen her Daddy’s cock—bio Daddy; AND she had seen her new Daddy (by accident.)  But both times their manhoods had been flaccid and not “active.”  There, too, were glimpses of her new brothers—also by accident.
	Ernie’s cock was impressive.  Very.
	“Holy shit!” Marsha blurted.  Then she found her cunt flowing with juices.  Panic quickly ensued and she bolted for her Mother.  Sure, spread the joy.  

	Mother Carol was only really partially asleep herself.  New hubby Mike (another Mike character!  Oh!) was sound-sound to sleep.  Easily Carol and Marsha crept out to the hall.  Carol lost all color at seeing Ernie working his merkin.
	“Oh my God!” she breathed.  “Ernie?” she quizzed.
	“He wouldn’t answer me, either.” Marsha supplied.
	For the moment, there was nothing to but stare.
	Carol slowly stepped up closer to Ernie, waved her hand before his stone face, and realized that the boy was sleepwalking.  Sleepwalking!  It was phenomenal if not extraordinary.
	At length Ernie simply stopped.  Abruptly.  He just stopped.  His cock was—phenomenal if not captivating.  Both Mother and Daughter had wet pussies and were salivating greatly.  Oh what that would taste like in the mouth!  Oh what that would feel like in the cunt!
	Ernie never batted an eye, but dripped a little cum from his piss slit.  He turned around and returned to the guest room he had to himself and that was that.  Mother and Daughter were left in a tizzy.  
	“Gosh, Mom,” naïve Marsha piped, “are all those like that?”
	Those?  You mean “cocks?”
	Carol was flustered still with the sight of Ernie’s schlong still etched firmly in her mind.  She nodded slowly almost gasping for breath.  Then she realized what her daughter had said.
	“Oh, no, he’s special.” damn straight.
	“Special?”
	Carol didn’t know how to explain.  “Well, dear, sweetheart—they-they aren’t all like that.”  Nope, not at all.  Nice to have a “variety” to chose from, though.
	“I’ve seen Daddy’s (she didn’t specify “which” Daddy) and Greg and the boys,” she then shook her head in disbelief, “but they don’t have anything like his.”
	Carol wasn’t shocked—or even dismayed at her teenage daughter’s admission of seeing what she shouldn’t.  She was concerned, though.  Unable to sleep for sure the two traipsed down the stairs to the kitchen.
	“Soooo, does Daddy have a big one, like Ernie’s?”
	What a curious thing for a thirteen year old to ask!
	Carol was still somewhat flustered (at the sight of Ernie’s cock).
	“Well, no dear, not this Daddy, but you’re Daddy—yes, he—HE had a big one.”

	“Ooooh!” gushed Marsha.  She began to get wet again just wondering what it would be like to take such a thing.  Sex to her, though, was a little elusive.  She had the basic concept—school, the daily news, friends, crude drawings (and some not so) on the bathroom wall, television shows, and a good imagination aided her knowledge.  But nothing beats hands on experience!
	Yes, bio-Daddy had a big one; and Carol knew of it personally!  One night, when Carol was nigh but thirteen herself, she traipsing (lot of traipsing in this story, ain’t there folks?) anyways, she came lopping down the stairs for a drink when she noted the light on in her Daddy’s den.  
	Daddy was an engineer (not train type) and had one of those big slanted desk to spread his drawings and what all.  He sat on a swivel stool and diligently did his work—usually in private.  Daddy’s little girl, Carol, though, usually had free reign to pester him “whenever.”
	Slowly she crept into her Daddy’s den, he was feverishly working on something of some interest and wasn’t aware of the intruder.  But then he did—she was fresh from a shower and at the tender age of thirteen she was putting on perfume so her “scent” arrived before she did.  He didn’t mind the intrusion and actually appreciated the distraction.
	Carol had no idea what she looked at on the drawings—they were lines and numbers and all too confusing.  Her Daddy hugged her and she perused the drawings while her Daddy explained them—tried to.  
	After a time he stopped and found a correction to make (on the drawing) and so he made it.  Carol remained at his side—up to something.  She leaned on a secondary architect’s table that was smaller.  She leaned and leaned almost toppling over.  As she leaned, though, she raised her nightgown.  She raised her nightgown!  It was simple thing of powder blue with different shades of blue daises all over it.  Slowly ever so slowly did she inch the night garment up—slowly ever so slowly revealing her tush.
	Slowly ever so slowly did her Daddy finally catch a glimpse—of flesh.  He stopped fiddling with his work to gawk at his daughter’s revealing ass.  Carol blushed and only glanced to her handsome Daddy.  He had walked in on her accidentally while she was masturbating and it embarrassed them both.  He had also walked into the bathroom while she was just getting out—catching the full bloom blossoming young girl totally naked.  (on her bed she was just in a top and panties—panties rolled to her knees.)
	Then, she herself had seen him jerking off in his own bathroom while she was innocently collecting laundry.  His cock was—handsome.  She had stared at it and for a time—he let her!  He stood to where she could see it better and it was already producing love cream.

	But the sounds of others romping about interrupted them and she quickly fled.  Thereafter there when they were together it was a little awkward—it would have been better far better if they had been “alone” but in a house of many brothers and sisters there was no such thing as “alone.”
	“Soooo, did you and Grandpa ever finally, eventually--”
	“Eventually,” smiled Carol to her daughter, “the timing was right one night (no one home) and--” fond memories of her first naughty illicit shenanigans with her Daddy.
	“Oooooh,” ooohed Marsha, “what was it like?”
	“Fantastic.” Carol said still reeling in the fond memory.  It was love, or something like.  There was hugging, petting, and then lip-to-lip kissing; followed by lots of caressing.  In his den again Daddy and Daughter were—and alone, too.  Carol’s Daddy was in his jimmies—and nothing else!  After the caressing and such caringings on, Carol noted that her Daddy’s dong was hard—very hard.  While he caressed and rubbed her shoulders, Carol took note and then stronger note of his protruding erection.  
	Soon that erection was out—out in Carol’s hand.  Slowly as her Daddy caressed her she just simply tugged his jammies down exposing fully his throbbing throbster.  
	“Ooooh, wow!” Carol blurted.  It was masterful, monstrous, and magnificent.  Her fingers went about the shaft and slowly worked it making it harder and harder and then spurting.
	Spurting.
	Carol’s first taste of cum.
	At first it was a little gross—a lot gross.  But in her mouth, her Daddy’s cock felt wonderful and he seemed to like it, too.  his cum shot hot into the back of her mouth; then flowed down her gullet in great quantiful gobs.
	Carol paused as she reeled more on the fond memories—she also was getting her panties soaked even more and began fingering herself methodically.
	“So you gave Grandpa a blowjob?  Cool!”
	Carol nodded, smiled, and was having a polite orgasm.
	“Did you do anything else?” Marsha politely inquired.
	Carol nodded—but didn’t say anything aloud.
	“Sex?” Marsha guessed.
	Again, her mother merely nodded.
	Yep, sex.  Of course!

	At her tender age, taking her Daddy’s masterful cock was going to be difficult.
	“So what did you do?”
	“I used a few things to help pave the way.” Carol said.
	Cucumbers can be a girl’s virgin pussy’s best friend!
	And bananas, zucchini, and pickles.
	And young cousins.
	“Cousins?”
	Yep, Cousin Allen and Cousin Henry.  Allen was twelve and brother Henry had just turned ten.  Carol needed to have her cunny broken-in and though while she enjoyed humping zucchini, it wasn’t doing the job.  So, in the backyard playhouse they got naked and after Carol sucked their adequate schlongs, the boys took turns ramming their young rods into her hot box.
	This was repeated almost on a daily basis.  By the following weekend she was ready for her Daddy’s big dick.  It was still a “tight” fit, but with a little try and error and a lot of try they managed.  Not all of Daddy’s dick, though, went in.  But enough.  Enough was good and after a time, after a couple more sessions, thirteen year old Carol was fully taking her Daddy’s love tool.
	“He made me cum so hard—it was incredible.” Carol told Marsha, “I could cum as soon as he was all the way in!”  and after only a few strokes, so was Daddy.
	But mostly she liked to suck.  She got used to the “taste” of his love tool’s juices squirting.  They made love in the shower and he peed on her, there, too!
	Marsha’s eyes were gleaming as she stared at her Mom’s admissions.
	Carol looked to be in some agony.  And it was only obvious what was the matter.  The two blushed and made way to the laundry room, Carol sliding her panties off; Marsha raising her nightgown to reveal the fact that her panties were already off AND her pussy was soiled—gleaming with her personal juices.
	The sea breeze from the nearby ocean drifted in thru the open window—it did little to soothe the two hot and bother Mother/Daughter.  Very little.
	Upstairs, Daddy Mike stirred and found the bed was empty.  He waited—thinking his new wife was in the toidy.  He waited—waited—and waited.  Then he sat up and noted the bathroom door was open and no light, no sounds of mid morning peeing.  Swinging his legs out of bed he grabbed his bathrobe and went checking.

	Little Cindy farted—in her sleep!  Slowly he crept in noting that a bed was empty.  There was good light from Nature streaming in thru the girls’ open window, he stepped up to the bed making for the open window; there were electronic security measures about the window—they hadn’t been tripped or gone off.
	Returning to the bedroom door his bare foot stepped on something.
	Panties!
	Soiled panties!  They were sticky with not pee but cum!  Young teenage cum!  OH!  Daddy Mike got an instant erection.  He couldn’t imagine it—but he did, daughter Marsha fingering herself.  Oh!  His erection strengthened as he quietly yearned for that young tight possibly virgin pussy.
 	Middle girl Jan stirred in her bed, a slight moan and then she blew a fart, too!  Mike stood still a moment; then eased himself down onto the girl’s bed.  Just a sheet covered her.  Jan lay on her side, partially, legs cocked in an insect manner; one hand up under her pillow while the other under head face.
	He had seen her—in her underwear.  Topless.  She was ten and didn’t quite yet have a “chest” to speak of.  Not even to ogle.  But she DID have a nice ass.  Closing his eyes he waited a moment; Marsha’s soiled cum soaked panties in one hand, his cock throbbing hard in the other.  
	Then he sighed and was ready to move on to see where his wife and Marsha were.  Then Jan rolled to lay on her stomach.  Mike waited being absolutely still.  Absolutely.  She got an itch and scratched it in her sleep—as she did she inadvertently moved the sheet covering her down a bit—exposing a bit of her ass.  Her right leg cocked made for optimum viewing enjoyment.
	Ever so slowly did new Daddy place his hand on Jan’s body—right at her waist.  She was a sound sleeper—he already knew that.  (so was Cindy.)  Jan continued sleeping, Mike continued—
	Mike continued resting his hand on her waist—then slowly ever so slowly moved down.  His cock pulsed and began to throb.  New daughter  Marsha’s panties were wrapped nicely about his staff—he wanted her lips about his staff nextly!
	Jan’s ass was warm, soft, and warm.  Her favorite color was pink and blue.  She wore nice normal girlie panties and often while putting it to her Mother—he thought of “putting it to” the little girl.  He knew that her cunny was too young for his mighty manhood—but it was just right for ejaculating on!

	Smoothing his hand over the girl’s ass only drove him to a newer level of sexual want.  His fingers held fast from slipping inside her underwear—his desire to caress her ass and cunt soared within him.  Somehow he managed to stave of molesting her and scurried out the door.
	Downstairs in the laundry room he found his new wife and new daughter.  They were naked, on the floor, sixty-nining.  New daughter Marsha was on top, facing him.  There was a little light on in the kitchen, natural light on coming in from the backdoor of which was the laundry room.
	Marsha was a little alarmed at first, but she saw her new Daddy with a raging boner AND her panties wrapped about that boner.  She gave him a big grin, wriggled her ass on her Mom’s face and stared at her Daddy’s hard dick.
	What was Mike to do?  He stepped up, dropped his pajama bottoms, stood his stance open and relished in the dream come true.  Marsha wrapped her fingers about his prong and “worked it”.  Bits of cum already had begun to spurt.  Marsha worked the cock faster and harder receiving more and more of his luscious goo onto her sweet-sweet face.
	Then she brought the squirting head to her mouth and sucked it.

	Peter Fiasco awoke with the serious need to pee.  While relieving serious need, sister Jan came along.  She was sleepy but also “in the need.”  She hung loose at the open door while Peter finished.  The boy turned partly and stepped back, his pre-teen cock out of his pajamas (no undies) still dripping a little pee.  Jan checked over her shoulder then moved to the toilet.  Down came her panties and instantly a steady stream of pee began to spew from her hairless cunt.  
	Jan hunkered onto her knees, blowing an embarrassing butt blast as she peed.  Peter sidestepped by her, his cock hard and just millimeters from her mouth.  He checked the hallway and seeing no one else was stirring, returned to stand right before new sister Jan.
	Still sleepy Jan took a moment before gripping her new brother’s cock.  Slowly she handled it, squeezed it, farted, then pressed her lips against it.  She did!  Her lips went about the soiled head, her tongue near expertly going about the super sensitive crown ridge; then she began to lap her tongue all about the glans as well as diddle rapidly the cum soiled piss slit.
	Grinning and squeezing brother Pete’s dick Jan excited the boy greatly.  He ran his hands thru her soft golden hair then with gently thrustings eased his proud organ into her mouth.  No, it wasn’t the first time it had dwelled there—both were naughty with one another prior.

	Jan took her brother’s cock, giggling and peeing (and farting) all the while.  Peter slowly pumped into his sister’s mouth, pulling out a little and then jamming himself all the way back in.  Occasionally his cock plopped out—either on its own or otherwise; Peter rubbed it all over Jan’s face and just got it back into her sucking mouth just in time as his cock began to spurt.
	Spurting was happening in the laundry room, too.  Daddy Mike was behind his new daughter slamming into her asshole; he was most of the way in.  New wife underneath fondled his balls, caressed his ass and was elated that all was working out.  Marsha licked on her pussy, depositing the cum from her mouth from her Daddy’s dick into her cunny.
	“She needs breaking in.” Mike said after the session and the girl had gone to shower.  She was a clean freak and hated a dirty body.  Carol, on her knees sitting; and Mike leaning against a counter in the laundry room, nodded, “yes, breaking in.”
	She had two brothers and a visiting cousin to take care of that matter for her.  It was going to be fun times at the desert home by the sea.  Fun times!

*

The collector bearing gifts
	Linda couldn’t wait until Gary returned to her hovel bearing gifts.  The “gifts” were in the form of Serena Narnell, Molly Wallingring, and Charles “Chuck” Arnold.  Again, of course, best friend Mike was working OT.  Gary had a plan for Mike, though, to include him in some shenanigan so he wouldn’t be left out.  So far as note, though, he had not been clued in on the shenanigans going on in his home while he was away.
	 Once inside the trailer that had amazingly been picked up and cleaned, the “shenanigans” commenced straightaway.  Serena had a nice young body, a little lumpy, long super fine dark hair that was super; she smelled nice, too!  Gary poised himself behind her—caressing her sides, patting her pussy and slipping his hand up insider her shirt.
	Serena Narnell wore a simple clinging tightly to her body a white shirt with ruffles and flowers imprints all over them.  She had a nice face that was remarkable and distinct from other girls.  A different style of pants, not jeans or denim; they were green, light and airy and easily taken down.
	Green cotton panties she wore, bikini style.  

	The pants slid down to her knees; Gary slid off the girl’s top and then her undershirt.  There was a training bra that came off nextly and then Gary stood, reaching his hand around the girl to pat her chest and tweak her nipples.  Amazingly there was no reaction from her and Gary sidestepped to the next girl who was about the same age, under twelve but older than ten.  That should about narrow it down…
	Molly Wallingring was tall, very slender, and though the same age as Serena, had bigger titties.  A green teeshirt with a kitty kat picture on the front facing forward while the back-end of the kitty was on the rear—exposing it’s visible asshole and upraised tail.
	She wore some funky 1960s—early 70s style bell bottom pants with a fancy wide white belt that looped into itself and then hung down.  Down came the girl’s pants, she had normal panties of pink with pink flowers all over them.  Sidestepping to Charles…
	Linda watched with fascination as Charles’ shirt was pulled off revealing a nice hairless young preteen body.  Charles had on a pair of brown pants, no socks, and well worn tennis shoes.  He looked nice, though, was well groomed/clean with just a bit of shagginess to his dirty blond hair.
	After sliding the boy’s pants down, he slid the boy’s underwear down, too.  Linda was in full observation, hand inside her own pants “getting after it.”  Gary “reached around” and fondled the boy’s cock, masturbating him.  Linda was about out of her mind—and pants.  There was no waiting for her, she was already “in need” and quickly worked her pants and soaked panties off; she kept her great teeshirt on to keep her huge mammoth mummeries in check.  She then came right up to Charles’ slowly growing hard cock.  Taking over masturbating the boy, Linda began to cum.  Fingering her pussy she worked Charles’ cock to a delightful hard state of being—then popped the young member into her mouth and began to suck.  Gary went to Molly, helped her out of her clothes completely and took her white belt from her pants.  He had a plan…

	Linda made no sounds as her ass was smacked.  The white belt left serious red marks on her puffy pillowy ass, but they would fade (after a time.)  Linda liked it rough.  She sucked hard on Charles’ cock, squeezing his ass and swallowing in his basically hairless testicle sac, too.  When Linda’s ass was blistered red—Gary dropped the belt and got behind her, parted her cheeks and jammed into her funk hole his rock hard cock.

	Gary easily slid his wang into her hole; Linda continued sucking-sucking-sucking.  Gary gripped the woman’s ass and rammed as hard as he could until his balls that were swaying and cinching up tight in the game began to ache.  He then strained and pumped all the harder as cum began to flow from his pud—he pumped vigorously emptying his nads until his energy sunk to an almost new low.
	Serena, Molly, and Charles remained standing—oblivious to all around them.  Gary checked the girls, he liked them as they stood in their panties—so young, pure, innocent—virgin.  He had a yearning—strong, deep, hard.  Linda rubbed her ass and worked Charles’ cock getting herself a “facial.”
	Charles’ eyes fluttered but he was still “under control” by Gary’s device.  Dom noted that it was just not powerful enough to help him.  None of the EMADs he had encountered thus far were worthy.  But he had detected one that was.  It was somewhere, somewhere in the fucked up fleaspeck trailer park—somewhere.
	Meanwhile…
	There just about wasn’t any more life in his cock—no matter how much Linda sucked it; this after it had been freshly pulled from her asshole!  It was a little soiled but mostly coated in his cum.  But Linda tried—she sucked and sucked and sucked; sucked his balls, squeezed his ass and got a Devil’s thought in her craw.  She kept it to herself and waited until Gary was more fit.
	That took a while, and a beer.
	Meanwhile, he had the kids lay down instead of continuing to stand.  Charles’ cock was still hard and while Gary continued to “rest/recover”, Linda crawled onto Charles, positioned her funky cunt over the boy’s erection, and slid it up into her pussy.
	Gary’s rest was quick—watching his best friend’s wife having sex with a twelve year old boy!  Slowly he eyed Serena and Molly and went to them, placing his mouth onto Serena’s cunt eating her out thru her panties.
	Linda looked to him, grinned, and continued to pump her cunt onto Charles’ cock.  Gary sucked on Serena until such time as he tugged her panties down using his mouth to do so.  Then he opened her legs and went driving his tongue expertly to her young cunny.  She was a virgin.  was.
	With her legs out and up, Gary drove into Serena’s cunt with a strong force of intent.  Cupping her ass with one hand and holding the other out, Gary’s tongue feverishly and expertly flicked madly all about the young girl’s poon slipping inside her crevice to touch her guardian.

	Linda worked her sex up and down Charles’ schlong, his cock was young and inexperienced and actually did little in tantalizing her well fucked cunt—but it was just the fact that she was on top of him; he was naked, his dick WAS in her cunt.  That was what matter—not the size.
	Serena began to show signs of “awareness.”  Gary paused in his tongue work and fished out of his cast off pants his minding device.  
	“Problem?” Linda asked.
	Gary made adjustments to the EMAD and Serena returned to a zombie-state of being.  Gary returned to licking out her pussy; Linda returned to riding Charles’ cock until he squirted his love five inches into her swamp box.
	With her legs up along his chiseled chest, Gary put it to Serena Narnell.  His cock grinded against her cunt—HARD.  There was dire determination to fuck the girl and on Linda’s crappy trailer carpet he would.  And did.  Serena’s face reacted to the breeching of her young pussy.  Her awareness level became acute and more than Gary’s weaker EMAD could manage.
	No worries—he had a back-up plan.
	Another electronic device—it was in the form of a beetle—er, a mechanical metal thing SHAPED like a beetle.  It made a clicking noise and when pressed to bare skin sent electrical current into the body disabling among other things—emotions that were connected to self-awareness.
	But like the EMAD control on the mind, the back-up wouldn’t last long, either.  Gary had to hurry.  Linda had cum, Charles’ cum dripped out of her cunt and she lay off to one side of the boy fingering herself, watching Gary continue his efforts at fucking Serena.

	She couldn’t get enough—she gulped and tried literally to suck his cock off his body.  She worked her fingers magically on his aching cum squirting bone, squeezing the organ as well his hairy nads as if she were pumping them trying to get more cum out them than there was!
	But Gary was empty.  He had cum nicely into Serena’s cunt; a couple of dynamic thrusts and then he was simply pumping without being fully inside the girl.  His cock was man size and she needed boy size cock to fully break her in.  Gary was satisfied with humping with the head of his dick in her and then a bit of shaft.  Two minutes later and he was filling the girl’s pussy with his love cream.
	Linda came crawling over to lap up the spillage, sucking his cock and lapping up the sperm from Serena’s broken pussy.  Linda straddled the girl’s head and devoured Gary’s dong.  It was good—and there was more to cum.

*

the dogfaced soldier gets made
	Oh she was cute.  Way cute.  The cutest girl he had seen (thus far) and all of about twelve years.  There was a uniqueness to her face; she seemed reserved but curious, shy but outgoing.  Twin braided blond hair, a fantastic smile, a peaceful calm about her during the height of ruckus.  
	The “ruckus” was from rowdy friends she was with as they gathered outside a popular teen hangout in Town.  The group wasn’t bad, either, but PFC Alton wasn’t taking chances on overwhelming multiples—one at a time suited him just fine.
	Alton had just finished with college girl “Amy”.  Her awareness level had come to be (frightening) and so some rope was used to aid Alton efforts to continue his mischief.  And continue it he did.  
	After tying Amy’s arms and feet, she was laid out on the backseat of her car; knees on the scorching desert sand.  Alton stripped to his skin and as the effects of the EMAD waned its hold Amy’s mind, Alton took his belt and found that overpowerment thing tingling within his soul.
	Amy was blindfolded but not gagged—out in the middle of the blazing desert—who would hear her?  Her possible screams of torment, though, were nixed as the intensity of the belt lashing her ass exceeded her ability to audible express her distress.  
	She clenched and wrestled in her bindings and when her ass turned the shade of puce—Alton dropped the belt.  He was exhausted basically.  Amy still had some fight in her but her ass stung dramatically nipping any chance at fending off the son-of-a-bitch who was assaulting her.
	Undoing her ankles Alton forced her legs apart then dropped into position behind her his manly manhood pressing against her burning flesh.  Amy realized then that she was in greater peril than simple spanking.  Alton poked her clenching asshole; his hands went up along her sides, finding her breasts and pinching the nipples while his cock made determined advances into her ass.
	Amy thrashed about madly trying to clench her hole but the powerful thrusts of the man behind her was greater—he was more determined than she, basically.  
	“You take it in the ass, bitch?” Alton asked as his cock struggled making headway but then again—WAS sliding into her hole further and further.  Amy couldn’t verbally respond but she nodded her head.
	Alton smiled and gave a mighty thrust into her hole and began to pump.

	College girl Amy couldn’t believe what was happening to her and she went a little still as the man rammed his cock into her anus.  It was too horrifying to be believed, comprehend, or anything of the like.  There was naught to do but “take it.”
	And “take it” she did.  She had no choice.  
	Alton reamed, rammed, slammed, and bammed until he could do no more.  Then he released a torrent of cum and collapsed onto the young woman heaving and reeling in the deed he had done.  Amy sobbed.
	The searing sun was enough to zap anyone’s energy let along engaging in immoral sex acts out in the middle of the desert.  But Alton took a swig of cool water from Amy’s personal water cooler and went after her again—firstly dragging her out onto the sand, straddling her, and peeing on her.
	There was sufficient shade with the car doors opened and Amy was lain there in the shade.  The sand beneath her was still mighty warm—but so was the piss stream that splashed onto her face.  Her hands were bound tightly behind her; only her legs were free.  She could thrash side to side but when she did so the dogfaced soldier kicked her sides and gave her a horrible stare.
	“Settle the fuck down and take, bitch; if you know what’s good for you!”  the image of the secluded beach came to his mind—it was a good place to Amy if she became “difficult.”
	Amy closed her eyes and was thoroughly anointed with his piss.

	When one has an Electronic Mind Altering Device of some type or another and dire determination to dominate, overwhelm, and make merry with one subject of some type or another—one makes one’s self a nuisance.  With special abilities for overwhelming purposes everyone is a Target and Subject.  No one is safe.  
	Alton’s attention was solely on the small gaggle of girls outside the teen hangout.  Three other girls with the Subject Target were also choicey bits to satiate his sexual desire, but he didn’t want to take chances and would settle for one at a time.
	Of course, with rope, one could tie up a Subject and stow said Subject somewhere and go after the others—one at a time.  Seemed like a plan to him. 
	The presence of cops annoyed him, there was something about a missing police chief, the town’s chief of police was missing; also, there was the heavy presence of FBI and other higher governmental law enforcing types as well as mobsters.  Mobsters!  

 	From the nearby City mobsters had come prowling.  What they were up to was not known.  Rumor had it that they were searching for something.  The FBI was searching for something and someone, too.  Alton hoped to give them a wide berth and concentrated on the Subject Target.

	Holly Lashram, thirteen, was even prettier close up.  Oh he couldn’t wait to “get into her.”  She smelled sweetly of perfume, roses—orange roses.  Perfect white straight teeth, a little upper jaw jutting; dainty earrings, and sweet creamy skin.  It was a safe bet that she was a virgin.
	Working her away from her friends had been a neat trick, but with help of his “little electronic friend” (and an unseen entity), Holly Lashram was swayed away and into the clutches of Alton.  
	Behind the building and down a short alley to another building where it was deemed safe to perform shenanigans.  Alton had checked out the area prior to enacting his plan.  College girl Amy awoke in her car, back beside the gas station; minus her panties.  Her asshole was sore—very, and her cunny had that well fucked feeling.  Her cunny, too, had been shaven!
	What had happened to her she hadn’t a clue—no memories of the event—but it was only obvious that she had overwhelmed by an EMAD.  She sat freaking out some in her car before settling—or being settled.  Her first instinct was to go to the local hospital and alert the authorities.  Then, 
	‘go on your way.’
	Amy turned the key in the ignition.  She felt like she wanted to do something—something there was she was supposed to do.  The more she strove to recall what it was—the more she got a busting headache.
	‘be on your way.’ a soothing calm voice told her.  ‘you’re very lucky you’re not sucking sand.’ Very lucky.
	Amy put the gear selector in drive and “went on her way.”  Minus her panties.

	Holly Lashram had yellow panties on with little flowers all over them.  Up against the brick wall of some abandoned warehouse the girl’s rust colored pants were at her ankles.  Alton stared at her clad in her panties; her shirt was undone and bra was open revealing her very delectable teenage titties.  For thirteen she wasn’t bad, she looked twelve and that suited Alton just fine.
	Though time was always of the essence, Alton took some.  Staring at Holly’s panty clad pussy was something he wanted to savor.  He patted the front; then, smoothed his hand along the girl’s legs, her sides, and especially her ass.  slowly ever so slowly down came the panties.

	Such a wonderful scent greeted him as slowly he rolled the girl’s panties down.  He paused to gawk at the girl’s furry poon—closer scrutiny told him that she was indeed a virgin.  Alton smiled, his cock ached and he began to yearn.
	To her stomach’s belly button he went, kissing and rolling his tongue all about the button, then downward he descended with his fingers exploring the girl’s poon, too.  His cock ached more—the girl’s scent invigorated him sending him to lofty heights of sexual ah.
	Working her panties down to her ankles Alton then stood and dropped his own pants and underwear and stood for a moment to just simply masturbate.  Then he took Holly’s hand and had her stroke him.  He moaned satisfaction and wished he had the Q&A ability.  It wasn’t too important, just more to feed his sex drive.
	Up against her body the Army perv pressed himself; his hands traveling all over her underneath her shirt.  Her skin was very smooth, perfect.  When he got to smoothing his hand over her ass he was beginning to cum.  Somewhat clumsily he got Holly’s pants and panties off then placed her legs up locking around his waist.  With her shoulders pinned to the dirty brick wall—he put it to her.
	One good forceful thrust and it was over—er, thru.  There was only a thin membrane posing as the girl’s virginity.  Alton slammed his cock inward causing Holly’s sweet face to contort and show signs of “awareness.”  Alton didn’t care, he was “gettin’ some.”  He put it to the girl not being very gentle, just struggling—er, striving to get his nut.
	It was a tight cunt—as most virgin cunts were.  After the first few pumps the soldier slowed his work, closed his eyes and humped in a methodic manner until spewing a healthy load of spunk.  By then the girl was partially aware.  But she was frightened and that helped keep her from ID’ing her attacker properly.
	Using the girl’s own panties he wiped clean his cock then her pussy.  His hands went tremblingly over her teenage ass, patting it and squeezing it—desiring to fuck it.  
	But his cock was pretty well fucked out for the day.  He did lay his favorite organ onto the flesh and hump; he grinded his staff into her crack and then poked the hole.  Spanking follwed—using his cock.  It was hoped that his flaccid cock would get hard—but it didn’t.  
	Rolling Holly over he lay on her, sucking on her delicate breasts with his pud throbbing against her fresh fucked cunt.  He wanted her, as much as he wanted Amy.  He wondered if he could find a house somewhere off-base, some remote house with a nice basement…

	A proper asshole busting erection he was lacking, and it pissed him off.  He knew that Holly’s hole would be just as tight as her cunt.  But his cock was just too soft.  But it wasn’t too soft for her mouth!  Pulling himself up along her chest he firstly slapped his cock between her young teenage breasts, folding the smallish mounds over his gangly prick he began to firstly hump giving her her first titty fuck.  
	That helped.  His cock began to strengthen but he was no longer interested in buggering her—cupping his hand behind her head he brought the teen’s mouth up to his glistening knob and into her mouth he went.  All the way into her mouth he did go; grabbing up a hold of her blond hair he held it firmly in hand while working her head back and forth.  She was aware but Alton Nodden didn’t no longer cared.

	The sound of a motorcycle ceased oral operations.  The sound of many motorcycles panicked him.  From at the far end of the back alley situated behind the warehouse a throbbing biker bike thundered by; at the opposite end so did another.  Alton laid still on Holly, his heart pounded and for some reason—he wondered how Lucy was doing?
	Holly was puking his sperm spillage back out of her mouth.  Alton slowly pulled his pants up not bothering with his underwear that rolled up inside.  There was a half wall running the length of the back alley; beyond was a great empty field that mostly the desert was reclaiming.  After two more motorcycles roared at each end, Alton flung himself over the wall and lay there among the scorpions, lizards, and ants.
	A lot of “evidence” was left with Holly—couldn’t be helped.  He lay still as it sounded like hundreds of biker bikes roared into the alley descending to where Holly lay “aware” and naked.

*

	The desert sun blared down baking all that it consumed; reflecting off of the brick and stucco walls that made up the general buildings of the desert town.  Panhead (remember him?) and Ozy roared their machines thru the alley stopping at the askewed dumpster.  Eagon (remember him?) and Runt came in from the other direction.
	“Anything?” Panhead asked.
	“Didn’t see ‘im.” Eagon said.
	“Must’a went inside.” Ozy said looking at the backdoors to the warehouse wondering which one the Army boy went in.

	“We’ve got him pinned in,” Panhead said, “he’s gotta show soon to get back to his base.”
	“Then we’ll have him!” said Eagon smacking his hand gleefully with exuberance to his head.
	The Desert Scourge began firing up their bikes again when Ozy spotted movement from under the piled refuse of warehouse debris and broken down cardboard boxes.
	The Scourge slipped off their bikes, armed themselves, and smiled.
	Ozy grinned a near toothless grin; Eagon licked his lips and squeezed the handle of his knife near to death.  Panhead nodded to Runt and the skinny Scourge kicked away the cardboard.
	It wasn’t who they were looking for, but a young teenage girl.
	“Well,” said Ozy, “looky what we got here!”
	“Dessert!” cried out Runt.
	Holly’s peril had just begun…

*

	A scorpion crawled across his hand, several ants did also.  Sweat aplenty ran in rivers down his face tickling his underarms and zapping away his energy more than it already was.  The minutes ticked by—and by—and by.  The scorpion went along its merry way going under some piles of debris.  The noise from the other side of the half wall was deafening—and it wasn’t from the bikers’ bikes…
	Alton felt sorry for the hapless girl; at his hands her future was fairly certain.  At the hands of the bikers—she had no future.  But there were four of them—one of him.  He was an “Army of One” but not in the physical sense.  There was no way he could take on the Scourge—unless maybe he had a rocket launcher or something.
	The screams of Holly went on until they stopped.
	The motorcycles fired up and roared off moments later.
	Alton waited.  And waited.  The heat of the sun was getting more and more and time was getting away from him.  He had to head back to the base pretty soon.  Did he dare peek over the wall?  Would a Tarantula be waiting for him there?  He waited a little more—then peeked.  He at least expected to see the ravaged body of Holly there.
	But she wasn’t.
	That was too bad.  The bikers had her.  That really was too bad.
	Alton dusted himself off and hauled ass out of the area.

	He needed a beer.  In the small town there were a few places that sold beer; Alton headed for the pizzeria.  It was one of his favorite places; not so much for the pizza OR the beer.  It was the ambience, the atmosphere, the young’uns.
	A small pizza and a pitcher of beer.  He was thirsty.  A near run-in with the Desert Scourge had him.  He didn’t know much about them but they were bad news.  Alton had enough of bad news and needed no more.  A few Joes and Josephines from the base were in the premises.  Ugly-ugly-butthole ugly bitches, skanks, and mule turds.  He couldn’t believe his luck—not only was stuck in the worst military base known to armykind, but a base where the female populace made dogs howl and small children flee in horror.  In horror.
	So he set his sights on something more pleasing to the eye—and cock; mindful was he about the use and operation of the EMAD, too.  There were more security measures installed—two beefy ARMED security guards poised themselves menacingly.  They weren’t friendly and for a time, and then every so often thereafter, they eyed Alton and kept him in check.
	After finishing his pizza and beer he made for the bathroom—a guard was there, too—plus one in the bathroom.  Once done with business he made for the bus stop where he would catch the bus back to base.
	The bus had already departed for that particular hour so he would have to wait for its return.  He wasn’t on official “army” business so he didn’t have use of a company vehicle and his army pay didn’t allow enough to purchase a used or even well used civilian vehicle.  So hoofing it—and he was used to that, or using alternate transportation was his fate.
	And speaking of fate…
	A variety of knives was a soldier’s best friend.  Alton had one particular knife being repaired at a lock knife shop across the street.  Disappointment about a possible bit o’ naughtiness with one (or two) wee lassies from the pizza shop pissed him off.  Then his knife that was promised to be ready—wasn’t.  ‘complications’ the grizzled old proprietor said.  Alton perused the knife display, swords, and other forms of destructive mutilation then went out the side door to the alley.
	Disgruntled about his day, his life, he picked his way thru the short alley to Kobbway St. which was opposite of the front street of the knife shop and bus top.  Kobbway St. had small businesses catering to quaint little shops of artists, boutiques, museums, bookstores, and dainty cafes.  It was closed to traffic and was a great open courtyard with trees, sidewalks, water fountains, and meandering tourists.

	One of the “tourists” caught Alton’s eye.
	She was young, cute, in pants that were tight, and flat chested.  Alton’s cock surged and he began to drool.  She was all kinds of cute, short dark hair that was rich, thick, and full of life—inasmuch as she herself was.  A short kiddie vest of multiple colors with a sleeveless top underneath of southwestern motif color schemes.  Powder blue pants, matching socks and even day wear shoes.
	Alton eyed her with care, being nonchalant as there were a myriad of seen and unseen security devices and guards hither and thither.  EMAD detectors and preventors were established everywhere—the area as a whole was designated EMAD free.
	There, too, were some delicious teenage girls mingling outside a bookshop; an smaller group of oddball teens mingled at an outdoor café; green spiked hair, studs everywhere on their bods; dark clothing, boots of a particular style suggesting along with the rest of the clothing style that they were members of the “Goth” way of life.
	Alton checked them, too—the girls.  There were three girls, four boys.  The girls were fascinating, purple hair, bulky leather jackets with chains all over them including spiked chains in collar form about their necks.
	They were interesting and worthy of staring.
	But back to the little girl who had slipped away from her parents and other adults she was with.  Alton moaned as the Target bent over to look at something in a store window.  An ass shot.  An ASS SHOT!  It was nice—real nice.  The girl moved on coming to pause at the shop featuring local artists art work.  That truly was a nice-nice ass.  Alton wondered if she had on matching blue panties?
	Let’s find out!

	Fatima’s Flowers were the next shop over, then a service alley.  Three more shops and then the side sidewalk going to and fro.  The day was waning and there wasn’t much time.  The child’s parents were in a gaggle with others, smaller wee children run amok everywhere and no one apparently had seen Rachael slip away.
	‘go out to the sidewalk.’ A Voice spoke to Alton.  His “inner voice.”  It still spooked him but he stuck his hands in his pockets and slowly walked on the opposite of the shop area to the sidewalk, then began his trek right along the sidewalk heading up the walk to those opposite side shops.  But he remained on the sidewalk walking down clear past the shop buildings to the small street behind them.  Then, continuing to follow his Inner Voice he walked near aimlessly down to service mentioned earlier.
	The street and service street were riddled with barrels, dumpsters, crates, abandoned shells of cars, and the like.  Strangely, no bums or derelicts of society.  Alton went into the service alley noting the placement of the security cams.
	‘don’t worry about them.’ his Voice told him, so he didn’t—he just was aware of them (and wary.)
	Midway down the alley and there was the Target, Rachael.
	An even small service alley there was between the buildings, a walkway mostly.  It was highly cluttered with debris and a perfect place to initiate shenanigans.  And so Alton did.
	Rachael’s EMAD detector on her shirt, belt, and watch were blinking with one giving a slight whining noise.  As Alton ran his hands up and down the girl’s sides “another force disabled the detectors and the GPS that could be used to locate her whereabouts.”  By then, Alton had discovered that Rachael DID have matching panties to her outer outfit…

	The degenerate dogface soldier pulled off the young girl’s vest and top.  Flat chested, smooth skin, perfect with what were deemed to be a pair of aspirins on an ironing board.  Alton liked titties—of all sizes (or no sizes) and he paused a moment to lust after the girl’s meager offering.
	Then he was taking down her pants and marveling at her turquoise panties.  Very-very nice and his cock was near bursting out of his pants right off.  His hands went to her little butt, squeezing and squeezing increasing his lust level to higher heights.  Up and down her legs he went before sliding down her panties.
	Juts of cum was already spewing from his cock as slowly down came Rachael’s turquoise panties.  “Oh yeah…” he breathed.  A perfectly shaped virgin pussy greeted him and he was in a personal fit.  “If I had a house…” he quipped.
	Alton placed his mouth to the girl’s nipples, squeezing her body to him, patting her bare ass and digging his fingers into her crack.  Not a word from Rachael.  It was a hug, a delightful that at length ended with the little girl being laid down.  Alton pulled off her shoes, then her pants, and took her panties to his nose where he ingested their funky odor causing more spunk to soil his own undies.
	Hard pressed was he to keep from “jumping the girl’s bones” right then and there.  Somehow he managed to hold off so as he could perform some foreplay.  Fuck the bus, he’d walk or hitch!

	Rachael was a “few months” away from being eleven.  Soldier boy went down on the tweeny, licking her pussy and engulfing it whole while shoving a daring probing finger into her asshole.  She was a virgin.  Alton’s tongue feverishly flicked all about the girl’s cunny; fully engulfing her cunt as if he were actually trying to “eat it”!
	Rachael made some moans, groaned, and twisted her little body as her cunny was taken into a new realm of awareness and awe.  Alton’s tongue went into her, touching her hymen.  His finger went into her—touching a turd.
	Ewewew!
	Cum was shooting out of his cock and it was time.  His tongue had tired but his mouth continued suckling on the hairless cunt, nipping the mounds for one last hoo-rah! before he undone his pants and got further along with his special maneuvers.

	All over her sweet little hairless previously untouched pussy Alton’s cum squirting squirter roamed and humped the slit.  Alton himself was in a tizzy of emotions and humped the girl’s slit almost enjoying it as much as actually being IN the slit.
	But on the slit he did hump, sperm shooting out to soil the girl’s belly area—shooting up to even soil the area between her soon to develop breasts.  He humped hard and with enough personal lubricate sufficiently lubricating the girl’s entrance—Alton went in.
	Rachael’s legs went flailing; her arms went wild—but she was still “controlled” and was thusly raped.  Holding his hand over her mouth Alton drove into her young cunny busting thru her protection and driving into her sex as far as he could manage.
	Half the length of his powerful schlong was left out of her.  Alton didn’t care, the best part of his “soldier” was in and that was what counted.  A steady pumping began with a pull-out to hump the slit again before reinserting for further fucking until huge juts of cum spewed and zapped his already zapped energy.
	It felt like a real good piss.  A real good piss.
	He didn’t care for the blood coating his cock and balls.  That was gross.  He used the girl’s panties to clean himself and then her.  The girl twitched some and looked strangely odd to him.  Alton laid his mouth to hers and drove his wicked tongue into her mouth; cupped her ass and reeled in the dirty deed he had just done.
	Then, pushing her knees back to her shoulders, he assaulted her virgin asshole.  All the while never knowing that he WAS being watched…

*

	He was always amazed about “where” his cock went after it went into a girl’s body.  Mouth, pussy, asshole.  Having a lengthy dong, it was just a marvel at where his dick went after disappearing into a hole.  Most bitches he sunk his bone in where small, short statured, or something of the like.  Not too mention a little on the young side.  Where did his dick go?
	He knew one thing, though, Rachael’s asshole tract was straightened out to be sure.  He pumped her with her young legs pushed back to her shoulders, her ankles hooked to his own shoulders.  Ass fucking the young girl had seriously taken his energy but he strove the extra mile to get his nut.
	Afterwards he lay with the girl, caressing her, spanking her little butt some, reeling and resting.  
	‘time to go, soldier boy.’
	Alton didn’t wanna.  He wanted to rest and then maybe pee on the girl if he could manage.  He wanted to have her suck his cock, too.  But the Inner Voice continued to pester him, ‘leave her and get out of the area.’ 
	The sound of motorcycles prompted Alton to follow the suggestion of his Inner Voice; Rachael’s panties he wanted but they were very soiled.  He took them anyways, tossing them into a sewer drain.  There was “evidence” on the garment and that wouldn’t be good to leave behind.
	‘don’t go that way.’ The Voice said.  Alton started to go the way he had come; then he backed up and started to go the way Rachael had come from the plaza.  A hand reached out grabbing him pulling him into darkness.
	Oh!

	“Shhh!” whispered a voice, a human voice not an Inner Voice.
	Alton was petrified with fear and struggled to overcome it.  His eyes took a few precious moments before adjusting—he had been pulled into an alcove of a huge brick building.  A secret door was there, very small.  A busted overhead light and piled debris blocked the door.
	The sounds of gunning motorcycles roared into the service alley.
	“This way.” said the human voice.  It was a girl, a teenage girl, dressed in leathers, chains, and purple hair.  One of the chicks from the plaza, a goth girl!  Oh my!  She tugged on his hand pulling him into an unknown.
	The Desert Scourge or the Goth girl?  Hmmmm

	It was cooler inside the passageway of the building.
	“It runs behind the building, all the buildings; a common corridor.”  She sort of reminded Alton of a troubled movie actress who made the nightly news for her antics and unlawful social acts than for her movie career.
	“It was first used to hustle slaves back and forth out of sight of their owners.” She added.  Then she continued, “then it was transporter liquor during Prohibition.” Then it was used to hide desperadoes from the law; then during WWII it hid away POWs from foreign countries.  Later on it was used to hide prostitutes.  A plethora of illegal high jinks went on as well.  Not much went on currently.
	Not a long walk, there was a mustiness, darkness, and varying degrees of temperature zones until finally there was a purple light above a secret door.  Madelynn opened the door and Alton followed.
	Inside was a large room with tables, chairs, counters, and not much else but layers of dirt.  Rolled carpets, stacked paintings along one wall, and crates along another.
	“It’s a store room.  Forgotten.” Madelynn went thru the room to another door.  Down a corridor where different colored lights were above this door and that.  He could hear obnoxious and hellacious music from behind the doors; and the strong scent of marijuana, too.
	A tall fella with chains dangling all about his body they came to meet.  He was topless and the chains were clipped—no, piercing his nipples.  Tight skin leather pants he wore, a dog collar about his neck.  Lots and lots of hair with mini skulls entwined with skeletons and other bizarre oddities.
	He moved on without so much as a growl or HI YA! or anything to Alton’s presence.  He continued to follow “Maddy”; still in shook and not a peep from his Inner Voice!
	There was an open door; inside was a small room similar to a bedroom.  Mainly ‘cause it had a bed in it.  A full size bed, iron with ornate head and foot board.  It squeaked, too.  It squeaked ‘cause there was a naked girl (teenage) on the bed; her arms tied to the headboard, her legs tied outward to the footboard.  A man in his early twenties was on her fucking her brains out.
	Maddy pulled Alton further passed other rooms until coming to her own room.  The entire place was a “place” inside a place; a thriving business there had once been there—furniture mostly and mainly and it had its own warehouse to service customers.  After the town went thru redevelopment and created the plaza the furniture business somehow fell to the wayside and out of sight.

	Maddy’s room was small, cluttered with clothes; barrels and crates, and a single bed.  There were punk rock posters on the wall; throw rugs of multi colors on the floor.  Alton paused as she offered him some green tea.  He accepted and took a seat on a furry purple beanbag-like chair.
	Madelynn.  No last name given.  Short multicolored hair with the prominent color being purple.  There was green on the sides with orange streaks running throughout.  A small colony of earrings depicting skulls, crossbones, and a parrot on her ears.  One nose stud but not other (strangely) facial piercings.  (she saved those for other places…)
	Layered clothing despite the outside temperatures.  She looked really nice, though; thru the façade of being someone else she wasn’t.  She had the “appearance” of the Gothic girl scene but Alton picked up on the fact that she was not all that.  
	Lots of chains, bracelets, odd colored socks and the typical attire wear for shoes (boots).  But there was something about her, her persona.  
	“Sooo, you live here?” good guess, dumbass.
	Yes (dumbass).  She and several others called the inner warehouse “home.”  Alton guessed that she was about sixteen, maybe seventeen.  He could be wrong, though.  It didn’t matter.  She wasn’t twelve, she had titties.  Teenage titties.
	During the tea (which was bland and not appealing to his taste), Maddy explained why she had dragged him in.
	“You were made.”
	“What?”
	“The Scourge is looking for you.”
	OH shit.  That’s not good.
	“ME?” he almost squeaked.
	Maddy nodded that it was so.
	“Any ideas—why?”
	“They think you have something they want.”
	Wrap me up tight and call me a tampon.  The color left Alton’s face and a serious knot formed in his stomach.  His balls clenched up and his asshole tightened up.  No, his balls tightened up and his asshole clenched up.  Yeah, that’s it.
	“They know who you are.” And, “they know you have one of those devices.”
	Then,
	“But it’s okay, you’re safe here.”
	Somehow, though, that didn’t make Alton feel better.  Nope, not at all.

*

strange but colorful friends
	She was strange, but colorful.  The green hair, orange streaks, purple areas, typical black gothic makeup with black fingernails/toenails, too.  Take away the excessive jewelry (and makeup), the unsocialable clothing and she would be a typical normal American girl.
	“I saw what you did.”
	She was just a boon of information.
	Alton clutched the tea cup with his balls being sucked up into his asshole.  “Y-you saw?”
	“With that girl, the first one.”
	The first one?  Holy shit!
	The first one, behind the warehouses where he hugged the desert floor like a snake while the Desert Scourge had their fun with “Holly” before whisking her away so as the rest of their family could enjoy her, too.  Wasn’t it nice that even scumbag scummies like the Scourge shared?
	“The Scourge has her now.”
	Alton didn’t like that, he knew it, and there wasn’t thing one he could do about it.  He sighed, nodded, and tried to look as disappointed about her situation as possible.
	Maddy got up and turned on an old style phonograph,
	“Do you like music?”
	Alton blinked and was still mystified at the whole situation.  Suddenly, instead of the expected Punk or Thrash or some other incredible destructive music to the senses and general populace—but jazz.	
	Jazz!
	And Organ Jazz specifically.
	She was a strange-strange girl for sure.
	
	The staring was what got him the most—she was quirky, weird, strange, bizarre and no telling what else above being Goth, but it was her staring at him that annoyed him the most.
	“What?” he asked trying to hold composure.
	Maddy smiled sorta-kinda, blushed in an almost embarrassing way and said, “You like little girls.”
	It wasn’t a question but frighteningly a statement of fact (and observation.)
	Alton didn’t answer as he felt a set-up.

	“It’s ok,” Maddy said; she leaned to him stretching out her hand and patting his knee, “I saw you with that other one.”
	Damn!  So much for security measures!
	“She was cute!”
	Oh?
	Alton’s fears began to become mixed—and mixed up.
	“Do you just like girls, or boys, too?”
	Alton couldn’t speak.
	“I’m sorry to be asking invading questions,” she continued, “you don’t mind, do you?”
	Alton blinked his eyes giving no indication of his answer one way or the other.  “I-I guess not.” he replied.
	Then she said a remarkable statement,
	“I like boys.”
	She did!
	Then added, 
	“Little boys.” 
	She did!
	The same age as the little girls Alton had “liked.”
	Oh!

	Madelynn had a lot of questions, she kept them mostly to herself.  She was a quirky girl for sure.  
	“You had some nice moves with that last girl.” she stated.
	Alton felt himself in a fix.  How to answer that, how to respond?  Could he flee the premises and run back to base if need be?
	“I would have liked to see her on top to see you cock going into her.”
	Alton thought he was going to bust.  Then he noted Maddy’s eyes focusing on his crotch—his “cock.”
	He was just a little uncomfortable.  Just a little.  But curious, too.  what was she up to?
	“There’s a couple mind things here but they don’t work too well or something.”  Or something.
	Maddy refreshened their drinks; Alton wondered if she put anything “funny” in the tea.  His fears that were subsiding suddenly began to peak again.
	“I’ve always wanted one of those things.”
	Alton accepted the refreshened tea and took his turn at staring.
	“W-why?” he asked nervously.
	“Boys!” she said with a gleaming sexually laced smile.

	Madelynn liked boys.  Young boys.  Boys under twelve, under eleven actually, but older than four.  Wow!
	“I love sucking their little pee-pees.”
	Then,
	“and I’ve done a couple little girls, too.” she admitted freely.
	All Alton could do was blink his eyes and lick his lips thoughtfully.
	And get hard.
	With his asshole clenching up tightly his cock swelled.  Maddy slowly came up to him, on her knees.  Alton was highly uncomfortable to say the least; but relented as the strange Goth girl with odd hair leaned in closer to him.  He half expected that any moment the strange tall dude with the chains he had met earlier in the hall would come bursting thru with a company of brain eating zombies in tow.
	But they didn’t.  Alton opened his legs and Madelynn ran her hands down his legs to his crotch.  With an almost expert grope the girl fondled his growing bulge.
	“I’d loved seeing it when you put into that little girl.” she said as she ran her fingers up the length of his shaft.  Alton was reeling in the thru-the-pants handjob.  Then she went down…
	Her mouth engulfed his shaft and she began sucking it—thru his pants!  All Alton could do was take it, rake his fingers thru her hair, and waist for Freakazoid with the chains to burst thru the door.
	At length the girl sat back—she wasn’t quite thru lambasting poor soldier boy Alton.  Off came her gray top and then there was a short undershirt underneath.  There was a small cup sized bra containing (trying) a pair of luscious teenage orbs.
	Alton eyed them, awed them, and lusted—heavily.
	Madelynn fondled them herself, pinching the nipples that strangely weren’t pierced as per the norm for one following the Goth lifestyle.  They were offered to Alton and he took them, squeezed them, and felt juts of cum soiling his already soiled underwear.
	Mystified beyond belief Alton hurriedly unleashed his cock.  Madelynn eyed it as a delicious beef stick dinner.  Her eyes literally gleamed with excitement and down on it she went gobbling his manly manhood.  She made serious slurping sounds as she sucked taking the whole member into her gullet.
	Alton’s cock swelled and it no longer mattered if Freakazoid busted thru the door.  Fuck him!  A blowjob was more important than life itself.  Maddy was pretty good, pretty strange about her technique but Alton couldn’t be too choosey about getting a hummer.

	Black panties.  Hi-cut style with black lace trim.  Down they came in a slow manner as had her pants just prior.  A shaven pussy the teen girl had revealing a piercing at the top of the mons.  A piercing there was, too, in her belly button.
	A tat of a muscular devil shoving his inordinate sized cock into a heavenly angel’s cunt was on the right butt cheek while a toady frog had a fairy princes in his large mouth—her legs dangling outside on the left butt cheek.
	She was not a virgin.  Duh!  But didn’t appear to be all that slutty, either.  She stood nude before Alton lightly fingering her sex pleasing him and entrancing him all the more.  Then, stepping out of her clothes, she came to settle on his cock.
	Alton caressed her tatted ass and backside as she easily slid down his pole.  His eyes took in her developed breasts and he was mystified even moreso.  Slowly ever so slowly did she rise herself up and slide back down.  Up—down.  Up—down.  Her pussy clenched his cock and pleased it greatly.
	They made love.
	They made love in the sitting position and as the strength of their love persisted, Alton took command (finally!) and took them to wallow like pigs and or dogs on the floor on top of their clothing.  She was a good fuck.  Alton buried his stick into her snatch and though lo true she had been stuck before—her pussy was pleasingly tight—cock pleasingly tight.
	A few hearty pumps and Alton relaxed relinquishing his command temporarily so as his underling could take a forward mount.  And she did mount—rolling on top of her soldier boy she first set up so as to pronounce her decree of command.  But it was, too, for Alton’s enjoyment of her breasts.  Inasmuch as he lusted for her snapper, he lusted for her orbs, just as well.
	Then she was laying down on him; their bodies melded.  Their sweat mingled.  Their lust collided.  Their mouths met and their sexual union erupted to a newer and higher level of lust.  
	“She, the Lady, was born to rule the castled winds and in turn, be ruled by other winds; Desire’s winds.  And he, the Knight, was born to bow the knee to fealty and to love; he was the errant gallant of her passions.  And when he raised her in his arms, the fields that bound her fell away a thousand leagues or more; banished to that place of dreams where the Unicorn’s glance vanquished all that kinds and men knew to be real.  Time and tempered swords and Dragon’s flame.  And when they kissed!  The woods and vaulted boughs sighed their names and hushed the world.
	He was a hard fortress of stone pressing the cuirass of his breast against her.  Then, a queenly mount and the wind itself was within her.
	Mouths for this were meant, not for morning prayer; hands for this—not for grasping blood-tipped lances in violent tournaments.
	She surveyed her domain from on high.  Then, other glories came to sight.  Her flesh was his and his was hers. 
	The Winds subsided and whispered words of Lady and Knight were answer by starlings on their westward way.  These winds, the Lady knew, would return like starlings with the magic of the dawn.”

	She shuddered and released an amazing amount of personal juices.  Her pretty eyes encircled by dark makeup and eyeliner bulged but sparkled as a flurry of manjuice filled her inner sex.  Her nipples perked out and grinded against her lover’s hard hairless chest.
	Alton had never had sex so great.  His mind was vexed; his hands lay in rapture on the teen girl’s soft ass and nothing else mattered.  Nothing.  He melted; they melted. Their mouths hungrily devoured one another as their sex parts tingled and subsided.  Their hearts pounded against one another and Madelynn began to pee!
	For a time they lay entwined with one another.  It was fantastic!  
	Drawing little circles about his breasts, Maddy asked,
	“Do you think I could use that thing?”
	She referred to his mind altering device—not his cock.
	When he didn’t immediately answer right off, “Or we could use it together.”
	Together.  Together.  A pair.  Her.  Him.  Together.  Hmmm
	The desert town of Town would never be the same…

*

best laid plans
	“Soooo, whattya gonna do?”
	silence, then a shrug and a “not care” conveyance.  Then,
	“Might take the train, or jump down on one of those ships.”
	“Wow,” said Derrick, “sounds like fun!”
	Eric Bambly sat on some rocks over looking the Starlight park.
	“Ever coming back?” Derrick wanted to know.
	“Fuck no!” then, “Fuck him!”
	“Girls gonna miss you.”
	Silence.  Then, “Yeah.”

	“Shoot, if Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer can do it, so can you!”
	Eric smiled at that announcement.
	“Sounds like a plan.” Eric said nonchalantly tossing finger sized pebbles down the hillside.
	“Think he’ll care?” Derrick probed.
	Eric shrugged.  “I don’t know, don’t give a fuck, either.”
	“Give a fuck about what?” asked Katey as she climbed up from behind the boys.
	“Eric’s going to go rafting up the Canoe.”
	“No shit?”
	Eric was annoyed at Katey’s intrusion and even more annoyed at Derrick’s blabbing.  He shrugged and sighed, farted, and tossed more rocks.
	“His Dad beat him again.”
	Eric gave his black friend a stern hard look.  ‘shut the fuck up, will ya!?’
	“Seems to be going around.” Katey piped.
	“Whattya mean?” Derrick asked.
	For a moment Katey kept mum, Eric wished Derrick would take a lesson.  Then, 
	“Emily’s Dad.”
	‘nuff said.
	“That fucker.” Eric said.
	“Where is she?” Derrick asked.
	“Hospital.” Katey said.
	“Holy shit!”
	“No shit!”
	“No shit.” Katey said dejectedly.
	“Holy crap, he must’a beat her bad.”
	“Did you see her?” Eric asked.
	Katey shook her head, No.
	“What happened to her Dad?” Derrick asked.
	“Sheriffs got him.”
	“Hope they lock his sorry ass away.” Eric said.
	“Hope they put him away somewhere dark.” Katey said.
	“Hope they put him somewhere DEEP and dark!” added Derrick.
	“So deep they have to pipe sunshine to his sorry ass.”
	After the kids went a little silent for a few moments.  Then,
	“I guess I better head home ‘fore I get a butt bustin’.” Derrick scrambled up, dusted off his butt and then scooted down the trail towards home leaving Katey and Eric to watch the setting sun.
	“Soooo, you really leaving?”
	Eric shrugged.  She knew his Dad, he was as bad if not worse than Emily’s Dad.  He sighed, drew his knees up, locked his arms about them and continued watching the sun.  Katey had been sitting just to one side; as scooted a little closer and formulated herself in the same position as her friend.
	“Where you going to go?” she asked.
	Eric shrugged.  “Doesn’t matter,” Eric said with his chin on his knee, “just so long as it’s away from him.”
	“Want some company?”
	Eric turned his head to her.  He firstly had a scowl on his face, then it was wonderment.  He shrugged.  Typical answer.  Then,
	“Why?”
	It was Katey’s turn to clam up.
	“If you want to.” Eric said turning his head back to the horizon.
	Katey almost smiled and sat a little closer to her friend.  Together they watched the sun until it sunk and transferred Day to Night.

	Fried Chicken, southern style biscuits w/gravy
	Meatloaf with tomato sauce, red and green bell peppers
	Tuna casserole, homemade Macaroni and Cheese, Chili (mild), roast beef, hamburgers and hotdogs.  There, too, was pizza, corndogs, and some Mexican and Chinese food—that would be missed.  Big time.
	Going to a ballgame, miniature golfing, playing with his friends on the tracks, BA-ing the ships.  Those things he would miss.  But living with his messed up Dad just wasn’t worth it.  It wasn’t going to work and like Emily, if he stayed much longer he’d probably wind up in the hospital, too.
	Katey, though, talked him in to coming to her place and she’d give him a “going away” meal.  “Pickeled pigs feet with braised cow tongue and greased frog innards.” Katey told him.
	The boy stared at her with mouth agape.
	Then she broke into a broad smile.  “Not really,” she giggled, “meatloaf with fresh biscuits.”
	She wasn’t known to be such a kidder, Katey was known to be serious.  She lived alone with her retired Grandpa and not much was really known about them.  She didn’t talk about her parents or where she came from.  She was usually quiet and somewhat shy—a mystery woman!
	Eric hide out behind the trailer where there was piled clutter from previous occupants and old plank boards creating a sort of impromptued cave of sorts.  He waited there inside a tattered canvas covering--

	And waited.
	And waited.
	And – he could smell food cooking; chickens clucked in the next yard, Otis made rounds, Jonas Josephus stood out on his back deck again—naked.  He was out of his mind and stood where God and the trailer park residence could see him—and his gangly dangly thing.  Otis was on to him but Jonas was “not at home.”
	Eric waited.  It was hot out and despite the breezes from the nearby ocean—it was still hot.  He waited, he got hungry, and hungrier.  “How fucking long does it take to make meatloaf!?”
	Slowly he crept up alongside the blue/white 50 foot trailer.  Most the windows and side doors were sealed, covered, concealed.  And there was a reason.  There’s always a reason.  At one place Eric found a loose access cover used to store stuff—garden hoses, spare tires, support brackets and braces and stuff like that there.  It was under the rear situated bedroom.  It was a perfect place to hide—not too mention to see if he could see down the narrow hall of the trailer to see what was going on with dinner—he was starved!
	Once the storage compartment cover was closed it was dark—damn dark.  Eric waited a moment, listened as hard as he could, then poked around to see if he could raise up the top of which if it was like most trailers there was a bed there.
	There was.  And it was heavy.  Luckily, though, Eric didn’t have to raise it as there was a storage compartment hatch from inside the trailer that was accessible.  It was stubborn and made a little effort on Eric’s part to open.  It squeaked when he finally managed but he was able to see down the hallway.
	He saw the Grandpa, naked.  Completely naked with a sort of hard cock dripping cum.  Then there was Katey being guided by the shoulder to the front situated sofa.  Eric wasn’t sure but it looked like there was “cum” on her face.  Katey was nude, too.  She put her hands down on the cushion of the sofa and spread her legs out.  Her naked naughty Grandpa put himself up behind her and began spanking her ass with his cock.  His hands went all over her body, mostly her sides and ass while he spanked her.
	Silently and with great stillness, Eric watched as the Grandpa put his cock into Katey.  It wasn’t known, not to Eric, what hole was being rammed, but a hole was being rammed nonetheless.  The Grandpa gripped Katey’s hips and began to pump—vigorously.

	Eric, though disgusted by the horrendous incestuous act, found himself with a boner.  Slowly did he free it and slowly did he squeeze it as he watched with increasing trepidation.  Katey didn’t wail or show signs of distress but it was clear that she was uncomfortable.
	One minute, two minutes—THREE minutes elapsed before the Grandpa once more delivered unto his granddaughter his goo.  He pounded her from behind hard with the only sound being his sixty-something year old hairy balls slapping against her body.
	Finally he strained, pumped the last pump and delivered his ultimate sin.  He made verbal audible noises as he did so then pulled out, patting Katey’s ass and making some sort of comment about her being a “good girl.”
	Katey remained in position rubbing her ass—she had been fingering herself while she was reamed, too.  Gobs and gobs of cum coated her asshole—of which she had been pounded for three minutes plus.  The Grandpa stepped aside masturbating watching Katey as slowly she pulled herself together.
	Eric was in a quandary.  The man was vile, as vile as was Emily Dad, or his own.  But it was Katey’s Grandpa.  It should be her to put a stop to his attacks or something.  But, then again, he was being mistreated by his own Dad, too—and he wasn’t saying anything to anyone about it.
	Katey wasn’t crying, though.  She stood and slowly made way to the hall bathroom—shutting the door.  Eric sighed and started to crawl out when he found himself with a raging hard-on that was spurting cum!  He laid himself out and commenced fondling himself.  It felt good and he got a little comfortable.
	The moment of pure ecstasy came and cum squirted up onto his belly and soiled his hand and cock, too.  He continued humping, fondling his balls, and thinking of Katey.
	Then his belly thought of food.
	Peeking thru the bed frame foundation he Katey come out of the bathroom zipping up a pair of pants and adjusting her shirt.  Her naughty horny Grandpa had redressed and was serving up dinner.  Eric drooled and watched as they had their dinner at a small table against the wall.  Not a word was spoken during dinner.  The Grandpa got up and went to the bathroom; Katey quickly hustled up a plate and headed out the door.  Eric scrambled out the storage compartment and made for where he had been hiding earlier.

	“Meatloaf.” Katey handing the plate to him.
	Meatloaf, cream corn, peas, sliced carrots, spinach, biscuit with honey and butter.  
	“Anything to drink?” Eric asked.
	Katey “Oppsed” and dashed back into the trailer.  She returned with a glass of milk and sat on a huge truck tire watching him eat.
	“So when are you leaving?” she asked.
	“Don’t know, tomorrow I guess.” munch-munch-munch  “Tomorrow afternoon or something, I’m going to go see Emily first.”
	“They wont let you in.”
	“Why not?”
	“Because you’re a kid and without a parent or someone older you cant see anyone in a hospital.”
	“Bullshit!” spurted Eric angrily, “I’ll see her!” he said matter-of-factly.
	“I’ll go with you.” Katey said.
	Eric munched up the rest of his meal, farted, and announced, 
	“I gotta take a piss.”
	Katey rolled her eyes but didn’t move as her friend stood, unzipped, and hauled out his soiled schlong.  He firstly politely turned just askew of her, but why bother?  They had been naked together many times, swimming and engaging in sex, peeing off the railroad trestle, baring their asses to passing ships underneath said trestle.
	The need to pee superseded the need to get hard and so he peed first.  Katey remained on the truck tire lain against the pile debris, but as the boy got into a heavy flow of peeing, she came up to his side to watch.  Eric’s piss stream doused a wild flower in the tall unkempt unattended grass patch.  
	“Don’t you pee out here?” Eric asked.
	Katey almost smiled.  A strong ocean breeze came up over the trailer and messed up her hair, it was growing darker but Eric could see the gleam of starlight in her dark eyes.  
	Then she farted.
	Eric loved to hear girls fart.
	He loved to watch them pee, too.
	Katey undone her pants and pushed them down.  no panties.
	A steady flow of urine began to squirt, “Can you stand up and do it?” Eric asked.
	Katey paused the flow of her peeing, thought a moment then stood.  She didn’t like the idea of possibly wetting her pants so she casually stepped out of them, spread her legs, and while standing—peed.

	After peeing—
	Katey stretched out her hand and began fondling her friend’s cock.
	In turn, the friend stretched out his hand and began caressing her hips, up her sides, then awkwardly her pussy.  Their bodies came together and equally awkwardly they pressed their lips together melding themselves into one being.  Eric’s pud tingled and sent jillions of tingling sensations throughout his young bod.  Katey didn’t have much in the way of the Titty Department, but what nipples she had perked up and grinded against her young stud’s chest.
	They continued to kiss and soon came to lay in the sparse grass (away from the piss puddle they created) and with Katey on top, she expertly glided Eric’s bone into her sex.  It was a gentle fuck with Katey laying down moving her hips up and down his smallish shaft.
	Presently her Grandpa called for her.
	“Stay here tonight.” Katey said.
	Eric shrugged, “Ok.”
	Katey pulled on her clothes and slipped away.
	Eric sighed, yawned and fixed himself up a spot under a piece of canvas that served as a sort of tent.  He watched the stars come out and as he tried to determine shapes and such he fell asleep.

*

the adventure begins
	The Desert Scourge thundered on the Desert Hwy; a cargo/container ship blew its horn as it passed under the trestle; someone used too much bleach in their laundry; and someone nearby was frying chicken.  The need to pee was great with him so he moved further back inside the makeshift shelter and unfurled his happy dick.
	It was a good long piss with accompanying “music.”  He wasn’t too hungry but he would like some juice or something.  Even pussy juice!  Sex with Katey—who woulda thunk it!  He was mindblasted and couldn’t wait to see what the day would bring.
	No longer having the cover of darkness he had to be careful as he slipped out of the piled debris cave and eased up alongside the Maknoddy trailer.  Surely they were up yet.  Surely.  
	Ms. Garisson’s cat, “Winston” crept slowly along the fence—eyes feasting on early morning birds feasting at a bird feeder.  Eric lifted the storage hatch cover and eased inside.  He strained his ears to listen and did hear sounds.  He couldn’t make them out so he waited.  And waited…

	After a time he scooted to where the interior hatch cover was and peeked out.  No one was down the hall.  But there was sounds and movement—from directly above him!  Freezing still for a moment he waited; then curiosity got to him and pulled him; positioning himself on his back he pulled up to be at the foot of the trailer’s single double wide bed.
	On top of it was Grandpa Noah—and his granddaughter, Katey.
	They were nude.  Noah was on top of Katey with his 60-something year old cock in her pussy just hammering away.  Katey, meanwhile, flailed her arms and legs about but wasn’t in that much distress.  Eric was awed into a stupor watching the sex.  He was mesmerized, too; watching the man’s cock sliding into Katey’s pussy.  It was an awesome sight to see and caused young peeking Eric to fondle himself.
	There was a bit of concern for Katey as she clearly was not one hundred percent into the deed being done to her.  Her Grandpa “put it to her” and there was no stopping him.  Katey flailed her arms and legs about, hands clutching the bedding, thrashing her head back and forth on the pillow until finally the event was nearing its end.
	Then and only then did the girl show some signs of involvement.  She seemed to “hump” back into her Grandpa, wriggling her sex and clenching and her Grandpa’s cock finally excited and ignited her into reeling in an orgasm.
	Grandpa Noah gave some final thrustings, strained himself, pulled out to empty a huge quantity of his love potion all over her fresh fucked pussy.  He then laid his tool onto the gash he had just pulled out of and humped it, straining his cock to continue his deed a little longer.
	The statement from Katey, “I have to pee” finally prompted the retired sailor to move off of her and lay on his back soiling himself.  Katey scrambled off of the bed and into the nearby bathroom.  There was no door.  Eric could see Katey sitting on the toilet and hear her peeing.  She farted, too.  
	She didn’t look well; leaning forward a little with her arms crossed on her knees she looked forlorn, brooding.  Then she sighed and farted.  Parting her legs Eric watched as she wiped herself then stood and hooking a leg on the counter she used a washcloth to wash off her pussy.  
	Grandpa Noah had been fondling himself all this time—so was Eric.
	It was a nice sight, Katey’s backside, her leg stance, her cleaning efforts.  Noah sat up and watched, masturbating and getting “hard” again.
	“Come here.” he called out. 

	Katey stopped her cleaning of herself and came to stand nakedly before her Grandpa.  The aged man looked her over—with increasing lust.  He stopped playing with himself to run his hands up and down her arms, then the sides of her body before running a finger up her young pussy. 
	The fingering continued that soon segued to caressing her backside with special attention to her ass.  Katey was drawn in closer and soon she was positioned onto his throbbing hard mast.  She was squeezed, patted, squeezed some more and then “raised” up.  
	Eric’s pud was spurting as he watched their antics.  Katey said nothing but laid her head against her Grandpa’s shoulder.  The old sailor cupped the girl’s ass and raised her up—and then down—UP and then DOWN.  She was riding his staff and he liked it—so did Eric.
	Finally he laid down but for a moment Eric couldn’t see anything in particular due to his position.  Then, the Grandpa turned themselves laying the proper lengthwise on the bed.  Eric once more could peek up from the foot of the bed and there was Katey, on top of her naughty Grandpa with his cock humping up into her delicate pussy.
	It was more of a fantastic sight than seeing her getting hammered from below—Noah’s hands were tight on her ass flesh, pulling them open to reveal her asshole.  Noah’s cock went effortlessly up into the girl’s pussy, his hairy balls looked as if they were one and he pounded hard to make his ultimate goal a reality in under two minutes.
	Katey got into the shower afterwards; her Grandpa was fucked out and useless.  When she came out of the shower she dried herself and came out to stand at the doorway.  For a long while she stared at the 65 year old man.  He was asleep.  Katey stared and stared, then picked up her clothes from the floor and put them on.  As she made her way to the front of the trailer Eric nearly was made.  The peeking boy quickly, but silently, re-concealed himself then bolted out of the storage compartment and returned to the debris shelter.  Katey came out a minute later.

The white zone is for loading and unloading only
There is no parking in the red zone
	“Hospitals creep me out.”
	“Why?”
	“Too many sick people I guess.”

	Although kids were allowed in the Town hospital, they were usually as Patients or with Grown Ups of some type.   Or in a group.  The kids caught a ride from their fleaspeck trailer park via Otis’ truck.  Otis was taking a load of trash to the garbage dump which was on the other side of Town.  Along the way was the town hospital.
	Eric, Derrick, and Katey lingered outside the main entrance doors debating how to make entry without being particularly noticed.  They saw the security guard, there was a check-in desk, a waiting room, and hospital staff to contend with.  
	Then a group of kids came along.  Who they were or why there was so many of them (about an even dozen) was not known to Eric, Derrick, and Katey.  Nor did they care.  Two adults and one teen “helper” were in charge of the herd which was a mix of Nationalities and ages.  The Starlight trailer kids just blended in.
	“Where is she?” Eric wanted to know once they were inside.
	No one knew.  The hospital had four floors.
	“She could be anywhere.”
	“Let’s ask.” suggested Derrick making the sensible suggestion.
	No one had a beef with that but there were reservations.
	In a sort of huff Katey made for the check-in desk.
	She returned moments later, “Third floor, check-in with the nurse’s station ‘cause we’re kids.”  Eric made a quirky frown and the group made for the elevator.
	“They aren’t gonna let us in to see her.”  Katey said dejectedly.
	“We’ll find a way.” Eric said matter-of-factly.
	On the third floor, one half was for kids, Pediatrics.  Thankfully there were a few peoples about so the kids were not well noticed.
	“Do we check-in or what?” asked Derrick.
	“Let’s not,” said Katey, “just go to the rooms and look in.” sounded like a plan.  All the doors were opened anyways.
	Emily Maschier’s name was on a door, along with three other names but Emily wasn’t in the one bed assumed to be hers.
	“They must have her somewhere else.”
	The kids lingered for a moment, then;
	“I’m hungry,” said Eric, “I didn’t get any breakfast.”
	Katey shot him a look, “Sorry.” she conveyed without saying.
	“Let’s go to the cafeteria!” chirped Derrick.
	“I don’t have any money.”
	“Me, either.” stated Katey.
	‘just go and see what happens.’
	“Let’s just go and see what happens.” Derrick said to his friends.
	Eric and Katey shrugged and followed Derrick back to the 1rst floor to the Main Floor Cafeteria.  As they walked, Katey and Eric lightly held hands…
	At the cafeteria there were many peoples, also the group the kids had mingled in with to get into the hospital in the first place.
	“Let’s get in with them.” Derrick suggested.  Eric and Katey shrugged and got in line with the large group of kids, picked up a tray and started loading food onto their plates.
	“This stuff’s good!” stated Derrick as he hungrily and wolfishly scarfed down the mashed potatoes and other typical homefare delights.  Eric and Katey looked to one another, shrugged, and nonchalantly followed suit, but not with so much enthusiasm as did their young friend.  The group found an empty booth and no one bothered them.
	Once more, Eric and Katey held hands (under the table) as well as sat as close as possible without becoming one person.  Derrick paid them no mind and polished off his meal in no time.

detour
	Emily was in her room finally; she was bruised and bandaged and not at all well.  She was glad to see her friends, but embarrassed, too.  Naturally she asked, “What are you guys doing here?” to wit it was the three friends saying they wanted to see her.  Emily was very impressed that Derrick and Eric had come.  The boys sat on her bed trying not to say anything stupid.
	Dom lingered in the background getting a little bored, but it was something to do—to follow the lives of the various peoples he came across from the trailer park and the surrounding area (military base and Desert Hwy. houses.)  Suddenly, he’s attention was piqued by something else.
	An EMAD.  A strong—powerful EMAD.  It was nearby.  Somewhere.  He left the kids and strove to pick up on the “scent” of the elusive electronic device he so sought.
	But it wasn’t in the hospital.
	Across the street was a church.  Not a big one, but a small one, not one that had been visited earlier in this chapter, either.  There was a small private school attached to it, too.  Dom held fast a moment then proceeded.  There was unknown trepidation seething thru his “soul”—he hadn’t a body as he was still pretty much an “entity”.  He wasn’t as sure about what he was detecting—it didn’t quite seem to be as powerful as the one he had felt from “somewhere” in the Starlight trailer park.  But, regardless, he had had to check it out.  And so he did.

*

A day without sunshine is like night. 
	He came up slowly the steps, paused at the two great ornate doors and twice backed to flee and go elsewhere.  At the last moment he entered in.  as per custom he dipped his fingers into the small water trough shaped like a cherub holding a leaf contain the holy water.
	Once more, though, Rain Frisco stood debating.
	He only needed an excuse of any kind and he would be backing out and going elsewhere.  But inside the not-so-stately church all was quiet and still.  The sign outside gave indication that Confessions would he heard during specific hours.  Rain wrinkled his nose and debated.  One excuse—just one and he would flee.
	But none came and he turned towards the closest confessional.
	“Forgive me Father, for I have sinned,” he began, then made a spiel of “how long” it had been since last confession; taking the Lord’s name in vain; carnal lust; fornication; fornication again; more fornication.
	“My son,” began the priest from the other side of the confessional—
	“No, wait, there’s more.” Interrupted the man confessing.  “A lot more.”
	“Alright, proceed.”
	The confessor, though, had a difficult time.
	“My son?” asked the priest out of concern.
	“Father, I-I have indulged in something beyond my control.”
	“And what is that?”
	Silence, a long pause, then; “Well, I-I created—I-I made one.”
	“One?  Made one what?”
	The confessor sighed deeply and seemed to struggle with some emotions.  “A mind device.”
	This time the silence was from behind the mesh screen of the Priest.
	“A-and it works?”
	“Yes.”
	“You have it?  With you?”
	“Yes, Father.”
	“Why did you create it?”
	Dumb question.
	“The Devil made me do it?”
	There wasn’t much levity in the subject; EMADs were a bane on society, polite and otherwise.  They were intrusive, illegal, immoral.  And pert near everyone had one.

	Father Vincent was curious about the created mind device and Rain Frisco was willing to reveal it.  The good Father (we’ll see) had heard the stories and was schooled in the illegal devices, but seeing one up close and personal he had not.
	“And you have used it?”
	Rain nodded that he had.
	“Yes, Father, it works.”
	Father Vincent was just confused—if not curious.
	“Care for a demonstration, Father?”
	Father Vincent looked to Rain—at first there was disbelief.  That segued to even more curiosity.  ‘Alrighty.’ he conveyed.
	Rain’s disposition on the Albatross seemed to mysteriously to have lifted.  “We need a subject.”
	“A subject?”  Father Vincent was in his early fifties but apparently the ravages of solitude and lack o’ nookie had washed his brain of the unspoken meanings.
	“Yes, Father, someone to test this out on.”
	The minding device was similar to a remote control to a television set; it was long about eight inches and two inches, 1 ½ inches thick.  A few buttons, a thumb dial (to increase/decrease the potency of the minding waves as well as the Awareness level of the subject.)  Two mini view screens indicating the Subject’s brain waves and the EMAD’s ability to convert to the User’s will; and light emitting diodes indicating Power, Failure, Off, Ready, and Stand-by.
	Father Vincent was still confused, not alarmed, curious, and perplexed.  At length he spotted a Subject.  A woman.  A woman in a red dress.  She was in her mid 20s, a regular to the church; flaming red hair, bubbly personality, and rumored to be gay.
	Nice tits, though.
	Father Vincent wavered on forging ahead; but his curiosity overwhelmed him and he let Rain proceed.  Rain, a man just under 6 foot tall, wind swept sandy brown hair, brown eyes, average weight for his height, and clean shaven, operated the controls of his self-made EMAD and astoundingly the woman came to them.  She got up from her pew and walked normally right up to where Rain and Father Vincent stood just outside the confessionals.

	She didn’t blink, only breathed.  Her dress had a serious plunging neckline revealing a slight portion of breast meat.  She wore a black lace bra, worked in a bank, and was HOT!  Tara Chambers was etched on a brass nametag on her dress.  She smelled of fresh roses and had a bit much of the makeup.
	Rain paused a moment then showed Father Vincent that she was under his control.  Firstly he merely wavered his hand before her face.  She didn’t flinch or rear her head back.  Rain then made an attempt at hitting her square in the face.
	Tara Chambers remained perfectly still.
	Father Vincent was floored.  Then, he was astounded when—
	Rain brushed his hand up against the woman’s breasts.
	Rain patted her on her butt, her stomach; then took her hand to place it between his own legs!  She didn’t squeeze his balls off telling Father Vincent that she must be indeed under the influence of the EMAD.
	For a moment, both Rain and the unseen Dom thought law enforcing officials would suddenly descend upon Rain, pummeling him and taking his self made device.
	Didn’t happen, though.
	Seeing how stunned Father Vincent was, Rain directed the young woman to the lee side of the confession box where it was darker and more private.  The church was empty but there was a private school nearby that had some children playing…
	Once to the lee side of the confessional, Rain simply lifted Tara’s dress.  There was a white half slip underneath.  Rain lifted that, too.  Lavender panties with rose petals in them!  
	Father Vincent was mesmerized and could scarcely breath.  He made an audible noise of some discernible note indicating pent up pleasure being released slowly.  He moaned.
	Rain bent the woman over the arm of a cushiony chair, taking her panties down to her knees.  Then, the further his point to Father Vincent that the woman was indeed “under the influence”, he spanked her ass.
	Vincent no longer moaned—he groped—himself.
	Taking a look around, Rain saw no one milling about.  Security, for the moment, was secure.  Rain patted the woman’s ass; there wasn’t sufficient lighting to determine the status of her pussy but it was given anyways that she was getting laid on a fairly regular basis.
	“Wanna give it a try, Father?” Rain asked off-handedly.

	Father Vincent struggled to grab some breath; he looked affright and had begun to sweat—excessively.  Cocking his head he blinked his eyes and stammered to make words (but nothing came out that was detectable as words.)
	Rain unzipped and hauled out his cock.  It was of average size and up against Tara’s ass it went.  All over the young woman’s ass it went; up and down the crack with specific intention to her pooter hole and cunny.
	As Rain made the attempt at anal intrusion, Father Vincent stepped up closer and even leaned down to see the penetration take place—all the while he fondled—fondled—fondled himself.  
	Rain made entry.  Gripping Tara’s ass hips he drove his pud fully into her giving asshole.  Once ALL THE WAY in, he began to pump.  Tara did not a thing during the ordeal and it lasted the sum of two minutes.  Rain humped slowly until the last fleeting seconds when orgasm was thriving then he sped up pounding hard.
	Gobs of his juices flowed from the woman’s asshole.  Rain had stepped back, nearly stumbling, sweat soiling his clothing and producing other offensive odors.  Father Vincent stared at Tara’s crapper; he was mesmerized.
	“Want to take a turn?” Rain asked.
	Father Vincent was in a quandary, a personal one.
	“Is there someplace else, Father, we can go?”
	“Go?”
	“Yeah, to take her and be more secure?”
	Father Vincent swallowed and stood up blinking his eyes and trying to recover himself.  His mind thought of several places that would be “secure” as Rain requested—but his thought processes were mulled.  He couldn’t think straight.
	Some visitors came into the church nixing any further shenanigans to Tara anyways.  And the woman’s wristwatch began “beeping”, too; a signal that her lunch hour was near over and time to return to work.  Rain redressed her and still using the self-made minding device sent her back to where she had last been.
	It only further confounded Father Vincent watching as she moved along, sat in her pew—and was “released” back to herself.  She hadn’t a clue as to what had happened to her.  There was a little head jerking, looking around wildly, some confusion, but then she settled.  
	Father Vincent was just in disbelief.  (didn’t seem to be too concerned about some stranger having sex with a woman IN the church, though…)

	As previously stated, a small private school was attached to the church.  Father Vincent was still mystified at what had just transpired before his very eyes.  After the pesky visitors had come in and did their thing and left, Rain struck off walking slowly down the side hall of the church to the rear situated door that led out to a bit of a playground.
	Some children were at play.
	Father Vincent stood watching them and seemed to be in great inner turmoil.  
	“Must be tough,” Rain said, “to be around all these…” he didn’t finish as it was obvious the Father lusted—heavily.  Rain asked no questions but the scandal of the Catholic Pedophile Priest weighed upon his mind.  Sure, not ALL Catholic Priests were into little boys (but most were seriously INTO little boys or secretly wanted to be.)
	Rain began working the minding device again.
	Father Vincent watched (with eager anticipation?)
	A young boy, Mario, came walking up to them moments later.  Not talking, running, playing, or acknowledging the Father’s presence.  There were a dozen boys and girls in the play area, one teen girl and one nun.  The school play area was open to the private school children so as they would have a safe place to play in whether their school was in session (which it was not currently) or not.
	Father Vincent looked to Rain in awe and confusion.
	“I like boys,” then he added as an amendment, “too.”
	Father Vincent nodded and looked the boy over with a newness.
	There nearby was a private office for Father Vincent, the trio went there with Father Vincent still in measurable disbelief.  Once inside the private office, Rain wasted no time and settling behind the young boy and pulled down his pants.
	Father Vincent was not aghast but in marvelment.  He seemed shocked for a moment—half a moment.  Then he seemed relieved—that or he just ripped a narly butt blast.
	In either case, his aging eyes feasted—feasted on the preteen’s wares—the preteen’s wares that were being fondled by the stranger behind him!  The boy gave no indication that anything was wrong—or that he was being fondled.
	Father Vincent let out another moan—a moan of suppressed desire?
	Slowly did Rain begin working the young man’s cock and amazingly was it getting stiff!  Father Vincent eyed the growing young pud, mouth open and his own cock stiffening.

	Rain pulled off Mario’s shirt; then his shoes, pants, and underwear.  Once nude, Rain turned the ten year old around and bent him over.  Patting his ass just sent the poor pent up pedophile priest into a tizzy.  He moaned again and seriously lusted.  Rain parted the boy’s butt and Father Vincent was in serious agony.
	Onto the desk the nude boy was sat, then laid down with his legs going up.  The man called Rain began caressing the boy’s thighs, patting the boy’s ass and finally attended his hairless testicles.
	It was too much for Father Vincent.
	“Do you want privacy?” Rain asked.  “I can step out if you like.”
	“W-what about him,” the naughty Father asked, “will he—will he be like this, remain--” he didn’t know the terminology that applied.
	“He’ll be alright,” Rain said, “do as you will, Father, I’ll be right outside.”
	Rain departed leaving the priest to his own will.

	Dom took the opportunity then to take note of Rain’s creation.  On second look—it wasn’t that powerful after all.  So why had the object garnered Dom’s attention in the first place?  
	He didn’t know.  But the “minding device” Rain Frisco had was not as powerful as first perceived and not powerful enough to help him return to human form.  He began to wonder if he ever would…

	So perplexed was Dom that he suddenly was aware that it was “night” and the church’s interior lighting was on.  The church itself, though, was closed.  Everyone had gone home for the night.  Father Vincent was not in his office—nor was Mario.  
	Dom sighed and lingered a bit, the great statues of religious natures bugged him—they were supposed to inspire a sense of humility; incite a religious experience, a profound sense of awareness.  Something.  To Dom, though, they creeped him out.  Time to boogie.
	He felt that his time with Rain was a waste and he missed whatever happened with Eric and the other kids at the hospital.  And strangely, he wasn’t quite sure how to get back to the trailer park.  It didn’t particularly seem all that necessary he guessed.  It was interesting to see the various members of the fleaspeck park engaging in various deviant behavior; but as far as aiding him in his endless quest to be human—wasn’t happening.
	It was figured that probably what he felt as a strong EMAD was probably a glitch and most likely not as strong even as Rain’s minding device.  But there was hope—somewhere—somewhere out there…

	Across the street there was a fast food joint.  Dom actually felt hungry.  Not horny, hungry.  It was a human trait and above all else took precedence.  Waiting in line, too, was Rain Frisco.  Well, imagine that!
	He had done it before with some success.  But with his abilities a little off and unsure and seemingly going thru a new transition of awareness that apparently he was not in control of—invading a body was questionable.  He preferred lingering outside the Subject body and invading just their mind, directing them to do something or other.  Full body invasion was risky and there were complications.
	But to taste a meal again…
	Next in line was a tall man and his little girl.
	The little girl was cute and no more than five or six.  Long straight unstyled blond hair to her butt; jeans and a simple top.  She clutched a typical raggedy bear and hugged close to the man who was her Uncle.  Through conversation it was learned that the Uncle was babysitting Miranda, his brother’s daughter.  
	Dom missed some of the conversation as he was absorbed with the food fare.  The smells of the food were just too intoxicating to be ignored and he found that he didn’t necessarily have to invade someone to enjoy.  He wasn’t sure if he was being sustained but he was satiated.
	The fast food place specialized in Tex/Mex fare, strong scents of this and that with milder fare for the kiddos and timid.  Dom roamed the kitchen and found great fulfillment in “ingesting” the wondrous smells laden therein.  And with a little concentration he found even more satisfaction as he really felt himself helping himself to bubbling refried beans, tomato enriched guacamole, cheesy enchiladas, fajitas, and other essentials in satisfying hungry customers.
	When he returned to the small dining room he reloacted Rain and the Uncle.  They were sitting in a corner booth kind with the little girl happily munching her taco.  A conversation had taken place—one of which made the Uncle, Harvey Potts, very interested.
	Rain’s attempt at redemption had waned.  
	Once more, Rain produced his minding device.
	It was different than others in that it was undetectable.  Little Miranda, and others in the restaurant were equipped with the latest EMAD detectors and preventors.  None of them went off as Rain Frisco manipulated his device—and Miranda.
	When it was seen that the little girl was taken by the minding device’s strange abilities, Uncle Harvey was visibly elated.  They moved out of the eatery and to Rain’s van.  Having nothing better to do—Dom followed. 

	There was no waste of time; Rain’s van was one of such that was basically for living in—carpeted floor, paneled wall, deco interior lighting, two swivel captain’s chairs, a bed that was situated across what used to be the rear doors now sealed.  A mini fridge under handmade cabinetry there was, too.
	Miranda was laid out on the bed.  She was very cute and her uncle very horny.  He saw Baby Girl (nickname) many times naked and in her panties.  He had a few times given her a bath and wiped her after she had used the toilet.  Molesting her was something he kept on the backburner and kept to himself.  The desire to be naughty with her festered and festered and long did he yearn to come across an EMAD.
	When Harvey was assured that Baby Girl was “controlled”, he fondled her.  His fingers went to her crotch and squeezed.  Rain stood at the end of the bed watching—rubbing himself and making head nods indicating he was cool.
	Harvey undone Miranda’s pants and pushed them down.  Rain finished taking them off.  Harvey placed his fingers to the girl’s crotch and fingered—fingered—fingered.  Like Father Vincent, he moaned and seriously rubbed himself.  His hand went up under the girl’s shirt—then he simply pulled it off.
	‘take your dick out.’
	Harvey looked to Rain, “Did you say something?”
	Rain gave him a blank stare.  
	‘take out your dick—NOW!’
	Harvey shook his head, but the Voice in his head overpowered and overwhelmed him.  He took out his dick.  It was hard, of course, and further guided by the “voice in his head” he took his niece’s hand and made her masturbate him.
	Rain undone his own pants and pushed them down.  No underwear did he have on.  His cock was throbbingly hard and he gave it some strokes.  The a/c unit cooled their bodies but there was heat building just the same.
	Slowly did Harvey slip his fingers down inside Miranda’s kiddie panties.  A bit of cum spurted from his piss slit—Baby Girl still clutched it in her little hand and was actually masturbating him!  Harvey began fingering his niece’s pussy getting off on “getting off.”
	Rain pulled the girl’s panties off, sniffed the crotch and then began hammering his cock.  Harvey fingered his niece’s cunt until such a time as his cock was exploding.  Taking Miranda’s legs he repositioned her to where his Uncle cock was resting hard against her virgin cunny, her legs about his waist.

	No, he wasn’t going to penetrate her—just hump the hell out of her pussy.  Cum was already spurting and he just grinded harder into her slit.  Rain masturbated, crawled up onto the bed and took Baby Girl’s hand having her work his cock.  Harvey began shooting huge amounts of pent up cum—it thoroughly soaked the young girl’s chest and belly with specific spillage at her cunny.  He made a mighty grunt and groan and came and came and then came some more.
	Rain was pleased (somewhat) with just being masturbated, Harvey smeared his manly manhood into the spunk he had just spilled, dragging the head of his cum squirter into the slicked up slit of his young niece.  The desire to poke her was strong.  But he didn’t.
	He did lift her legs and poke her asshole with his finger, then his cock, and then his tongue.  Rain scooted up to the girl’s mouth and popped in his aching cock.  She didn’t latch her mouth about it but that was okay, Rain didn’t mind and worked her head back and forth on his own.
	‘you need an older bitch you can fuck.’ the Voice said.
	“We need an older bitch we can fuck!” Harvey announced.
	Rain was in agreement with that.  
	The two got their jollies off with Baby Girl and then went to seek out something a little older.
	Dom left them and made a return trip to the Starlight fleaspeck trailer park.  Unfinished business.