August Moone
Book 3
Sidetrips
Chapter 19
A Walk in the Park

	“Oh my God!  What the fuck are you guys doing here!?”
	“Just chillin’!” smirked Harold.  Chris offered a friendly smile, “Hi, how are you?”  Brandy was not overly pleased.
	“You guys aren’t supposed to be here!”
	“No shit, we’re in BIG trouble, we’re gonna get it good when we finally DO get home.” Chris sad sadly.
	“Eh, no biggie.  Where’s your mom?” Harold said.  He gouged his aching cock, Chris stretched and ambled out of the closet.
	“S-she’s asleep.”
	“Fuck, it aint even dark yet--”
	“She works hard and had a headache and cant cope with the messed up world, so she’s sleeping with Mr. Valium tonight.”
	Chris and Harold looked to one another, “What the fuck is that?” Chris asked.
	“A sort of sleeping pill.”
	“Cool.” said Harold.  Then, “Uh, and where’s that little sister of yours?” he said with a sly grin.
	“Uh, how much--what did you see?  How long were you guys in there!?”
	Dumb question.  She knew.  She gulped and blushed and grew a little pale.
	“Don’t sweat it, chicky baby, it’s cool!” Harold offered and tapped her on the arm.  He grabbed at his manhood and smiled.
	Chris rolled his eyes, ‘no tact, no fucking tact at all!’
	“I can probably meet you guys somewhere tomorrow.” Brandy said, she was still miffed at them being in her closet, that wasn’t cool at all.  But…
	“Humph, I doubt will be going anywhere for a while, a long while.” 
	“Oh.” 
	“Yeah, sooooo, maybe we can do something now.” Harold the Tactless said smiling and winking.
	Brandy was close to socking him, so was Chris.
	“HERE!?  NOW!?” almost shouted Brandy.	
	“Why the fuck not,” exclaimed Harold, “you and those other bitches were fooling around!?”
	Brandy was out of breath, no color in her face.  She blinked excessively, this was just too much.  “I-I gotta check my mom.” she said and quickly left the room.
	“Dude, we are in SOOOOO much trouble.  We got to get home!”
	“I know we’re in trouble, that’s why I want to do something with her now, here, now!  Who knows when we’re going to get out again!  Best to get some while we can.”
	He had a point.  Harold slipped his pants off and stroked his bone in preparation.  No tact, none at all.  
	Brandy popped back in, she stared at the boys with their pants down and off.  She shot a look over her shoulder and dashed back out again.
	“Now what?” griped Harold.
	The boys shook their head and stripped naked, they went thru the CD collection and watched the gerbil until Brandy returned.  She was a little miffed and a little at odds at the two naked teen boys in her room, it was one thing to skinny dip with them and to stroll through the woods naked with them, but…
	She pulled her top and bra off.  She was once more apprehensive about the whole deal, so was Chris.  He and Harold had to get home!  But Brandy slipped off her jeans and panties.  There was then the timid sheepish moment of “Now what?”
	Harold took care of that pulling Brandy over to her bed.  Brandy sat on the edge and Harold went to his knees, positioning himself between her legs, face to her muffin.
	Chris groaned, he moved to the bed and kneed into it.  Brandy reached for him, for his tally and began tugging on it.  He tensed up and crawled onto the bed, his pecker inching up to Brandy’s willing mouth.  She was still apprehensive, but settling down as Harold tongued her pussy.
	Her lips brushed against the head of his cock, his balls instantly surged, his asshole clamped shut.  He marveled at her slightly bouncing/jiggling titties.  She clutched his balls and massaged them like she knew how.  Her lips moved up and down his shaft then engulfed his balls totally.
	As his cock finally slid into her hot mouth, Harold slid his into her equally hot pussy.  He pulled up her legs and braced them against his trim sheen hairless chest, his cock sliding near effortlessly into her quim.  He began to pump and Chris couldn’t believe it--Harold was in pussy again, they were fucking with a girl in her own bedroom, and they were never going to be able to leave the ranch again.
	Harold slowed his pace, then sped up.  Chris wondered if Brandy would be cool if she knew he and Harold fooled around?  Would it matter, why should it--she fooled around with her girlfriends, same thing, wasn’t it?
	Harold’s pud slipped out of Brandy’s twat, he humped her gash and then pushed her legs back, Chris helped held the legs and Harold poked and prodded Brandy’s asshole.  Brandy did her best to keep sucking on Chris’ cock.

	He tried to cum, he really did.  But his cock, his poor aching schlong just ached beyond belief.  His balls, too.  Harold had cum, though--the bastard.  He had soaked Brandy’s cunt inside and out and managed to jam his prong up her poop chute for a final blast.  Afterward he left the bedroom for the bathroom.  Chris popped his dong out and checked Brandy’s cunny.  It was laden with splooge, Harold’s splooge.  
	Brandy tweaked a nipple and lightly ran her finger up and down her pussy, Chris stepped up and rubbed his cock up and down the pussy, Brandy opened her legs and Chris slid in.
	He got one, maybe two pumps before,
	“Brandy, I’m done!” bellowed a squeaky little voice,  Karen.
	Chris tried for another pump, “If I don’t go she’ll yell louder and probably come in here.”
	Chris moved off of her and sulked, he was never going to fuck a pussy!  Brandy left the bedroom and tended to her sibling in the bath.  
	‘Where the fuck is Harold?’
	Chris peeked into the hallway and heard the sounds of someone being dried off in the bathroom across the hall.  Chris kept out of sight and moved down, peeking into a room to see his friend coming out.  Chris tried to look passed but couldn’t see into the darkened room; but there was a shit eating grin on Harold’s face.
	It was late, damn late.  Chris rubbed his ass, they were in sooooooooo much trouble!  They ducked into a room as Brandy escorted her sibling out into her own room adjacent to Brandy’s.  The boys returned to Brandy’s room, dressed and slinked down the stairs.
	“You boned her mom, didn’t you?”
	Harold giggled and raised his eyebrows repeatedly.
	“You dog, you fucking whore of a dog!” Chris bitched.  He shook his head sadly, well, at least Brandy was willing to suck and let him into her pussy, maybe in a few weeks, or months, when they got together again they would be somewhere private and he could fuck her proper.
	They snagged some sodas out of the fridge and made their way home.

                                                  ******

	The squeak/groan of the windmill, the frogs croaking, the gentle breezes, Hooter the barn owl, all helped soothe him into a gentle sleep.  Harold was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.  His cock ached, he figured it would ALWAYS ache, he couldn’t believe his luck, his damned luck, too!  He had been in pussy, he had had his dick in Brandy’s cunt and she was willing to let him bone her!  
	And Harold.  That bastard, he had fucked Brandy’s mom!  The son-of-a-bitch!  Chris was pissed.  He sighed and tried to let it go.  His legs hurt, not ached, hurt!  For part of the way the two had RUN from Brandy’s house to their own.  They couldn’t run the whole distance but they tried.  They crossed over into Miller’s Pasture, and promptly got chased by one of the bull cows, they slipped in cow pies and really fouled up when making the boundary creek--Chris fell headlong into the knee deep water, Harold slipped and banged his shins on the rocks lining the creek banks.
	Outside lights of the Mitchell ranch helped guide the boys home, it was dark.  Damn dark.  “Man, we might as well just take our pants off right now!” Chris chimed.  Harold said nothing and hobbled on to the back porch steps.
	No lights were on in the kitchen, just the nite light.  The TV was on in the living room and it was the only light there was.  Chris and Harold slowly entered into the din, expecting the worse, fearing the most.
	But their fears were unfounded, Carl Mitchell was asleep and according to Suzie, he had been for quite awhile.  She now had something on the boys, although it was her word against theirs.  But Suzie had a better “track” record than Chris.
	The boys showered and then tended to their minor hurtie-owies, Chris still a little miffed at Harold.  It was nine-thirty when they hit the bed.  Harold was asleep in no time, Chris remained awake, dozing now and then, trying to bring the cacophony of nature into a semblance of soothing sounds to put him to sleep.
	At eleven-o’clock he heard his father in the bathroom.  He peeked in on the boys then shuffled on to his own room.  Chris heard his boots hit the floor and then the squeak of the bed as he sat down.  Did he know?  Did he care?  The fate of the world weighed heavy on him, the chaos of the Cities was calming down, but they were under martial law.  The National Government and Individual State Governments were deciding on Rationing; staple foods, fuel, and everything essential to living a democratic lifestyle.
	Chris sighed, it WAS better in the country than the City.

	Chores.  Chores-chores and more chores.  Chores first before anything (anything) else.  The barn was the biggest chore, sweeping it clean of the old hay and replacing it with new hay.  Some sprinklers for watering the four orchards were broken and needed taken care of.  There was some tree trimming, too.
	So it was a little after noon before Chris and Harold got away.  No one seemed to be at the home of Brandy McKally.  The waited, waited, and took note of the OTHER kids in the quaint middle income family neighborhood.
	When the afternoon wore on the boys wore out.  
	“Fuck it, let’s go to the Park.”
	“Cool.” Chris agreed, he was getting bored (and pissed) that Brandy wasn’t home.  Harold was miffed that Brandy’s MOM wasn’t home, she was a good lay--according to Harold who had dicked her.  (which still miffed Chris!)
	At the Park the boys watched the kiddies.  They watched pairs of teens, too, sneaking off or blatantly making out on the crisp lawn.  A volley ball game was in progress, girls with super bouncing titties and flabby asses.
	The boys struck out on the walkway, making for the Nature Section of the Park whereas there were “trails” that led off to various outer fringe areas that was the Natural area of the Park.  Chris checked his watch, they had gotten away with being late once, he doubted it could happen again.
	They had come a good ways and were close to where they had seen Brandy before.  They searched stealthfully but there was no trace of her.  Chris was getting more and more miffed.  (pissed off)
	They searched a while longer, came out to the railroad track, pissed on the rails and laid a line of rocks on the shiny steel.  Disgusted they returned to the Park, “Maybe she’s home by now.” Chris said hopefully.
	“We could stop by the malt shoppe, she might be there.”
	Chris nodded in agreement and the boys semi-happily made their way to the new destination.  They did so taking a different route, keeping to the opposite edge of the Park.  They were distracted by a pretty little girl clad only in her Birthday Suit.  She was about five or so, blond hair full of curls.  She chased after a medium sized hairy sort of sheep dog.  Their were various other voices calling, “Susan!  Susan!” and “Tiger!  Tiger!”
	The boys quickly looked to one another and disappeared into the rough.  The dog, Tiger, stopped to piddle on a tree, sniff a bush, and paw at the ground.  The little naked waif grabbed the trailing leash of the dog and scolded him for running away.  
	Suddenly a man loomed up, scooped up the little girl and admonished her, spanking her thigh and holding her tight.  He seemed a little angry.  Tiger the dog ran off again, but was caught by a girl about 11 or 12 years young, clad in panties only.  She had small barely-there-titties, a near lily white body, small face, twin pony tails.  Chris and Harold moaned and groaned.  “Sweet sorry son-of-a-bitch!”
	The girl had the dog’s leash; her apparent parental unit still holding the naked first little girl semi-roughly pushed the older girl at the shoulder out of sight out of the Park into the woodsy area.
	The boys in hiding came out with raging boners.  Stealthfully they slinked along the edge of the Park way, straining to hear, to listen for telltale signs of “something amiss”.
	They found it, er, heard it anyways.
	The boys found themselves peering slyfully on a lovely scene:  two parental units, three girls and three boys.  The little girl the fatherly parental unit had chased down was set down with a swat to her naked bum, she pouted and made a mad face.  The apparent father rubbed his bulge inside his beige walking shorts.  	
	The woman (mother) was a nice looker, early to mid thirties, short blond hair, medium sized motherly breasts that were enticing.  She seemed demure, her eyes seemed glassy.  Chris somewhat knew the oldest girl, she was at their middle school and she was a new girl, apparently the whole family was--refugees from a nearby City.  Her name was Marsha.
	Marsha wore a sleeveless top, a daisy flower theme on a blue and white striped theme.  She seemed very demure, shy, and a little “out of it.”  Blue short-shorts she wore, too.  She came to stand by her mother, the oldest boy looked nervously about and stood up close to her, licked his lips and slipped his hand inside her shorts, slowly lowering them, the panties, too.
	He didn’t get very far when “voices” were heard.
	“Told you dad!” spat the boy.  He got a look from his father for the remark.  The boy pulled the girl’s shorts back up and turned his back, facing the woods, he rubbed his bulge--then used his sister’s hand.  She didn’t seem to mind, she seemed really-really out of it.
	The father, Robert, moved a little closer to the edge of the Park, seeing who and where the “voices” were.  He came so close he nearly stepped on Chris’ hand.  The voices were Park walkers, walking a pair of dogs.
	Quickly he held the family pet Tiger at bay, keeping the mutt from running out to sniff butt of the other dogs.  The oldest boy, Barry, moved to the youngest girl, Susan.  She seemed “unaffected” unlike her family.  The boys, too, weren’t “glassy-eyed” like the girls or their mother.
	The Park walkers moved on to the apex of the Park and continued the path to the opposite side.  The man returned to his family, he knelt down before his oldest daughter, Marsha, hugged her and patted her bum, he kissed her on the mouth and unbuttoned her top.
	Marsha made no moves of distress or whimpered or did anything contrite.  Her father slipped his hand up under her small dainty bra and began massaging her small breasts.  Barry watched and then pulled the yellow knit shorts of the next girl down to her knees.  His hands rubbed her ass, she wore matching yellow panties.
	Marsha’s shorts and panties were pulled down, her father’s body blocked the view for the boys, they couldn’t see the part of Marsha they wanted to see most.
	“We shoulda brought the video camera, Dad.” said the oldest boy, Barry.  He grinned and had Eve’s shorts and undies down--but again, his body blocked the optimum viewing.
	The father looked around nervously, security checking, then fished out his penis and took Marsha’s hand to it.  He wrapped her fingers about the daddy prong and got her to stroke him.  Slowly he eased his bone into her mouth, his hands behind her head moving her into most favorable pleasuring.
	Barry stood and his father turned his attention, too; more voices, more “adult” voices.  They quickly pulled the girls’ clothing up and returned their peckers to their proper places.
	“We’re going to have to find a better place.” said the father.
	“And bring the camera!”

	The family Thomas returned home.  Unawares of being “followed.”  Nothing really much, just getting to know where the family lived.  There after the boys returned to the Park, then to Brandy’s house.  She was still a no show.  She wasn’t at the malt shoppe, either.  
	Thoroughly disgusted the boys went home.  Disgusted they weren’t interested in boning Suzie or even one another, they did odd chores and goofed off, showered, ate, and turned in early.
	The following day:
	The boys spent some time fixing their bikes.  This walking shit was crap.  It was the tires mainly that needed tending to, so they tended to them.  Thereafter their travel time to and from destinations were cut in half.
	No they knew was at the malt shoppe.  But there were a few girls there they WANTED to know!  Brandy didn’t seem to be home, either.  “Maybe she’s ditching us?” quizzed aloud Chris.
	“Maybe.”  Harold shrugged, “Maybe we’ll just have to find out alone somewhere and--”
	“Hey look!” Chris interrupted him.
	Harold looked, and smiled.  “Cool beans, let’s go!”
	Carefully the boys peddled but kept safe to do so unobserved, as much as possible.  It was The father of the family from the previous day, in company with the oldest girl.  Again she was in sleeveless wear and short-shorts.  She had a great ass, just right for fucking.  (though Chris would opt to tag her pussy.)
	The two Subjects, though, didn’t progress too far into the Park.  They stopped and walked too close to other peoples and in sight of residences.  The boys followed but soon gave up the “pursuit” as it was unfruitful and eating up time.
	The boys entered the Park and rode around, eyeing the delightful young naïve girls tumbling and doing cartwheels--while wearing short skirts and dresses.  A group of elementary cheerleaders did their routine in the Park, wearing their uniforms.  They brought the attention of many, mostly teen boys, young boys on the verge of being professional perverts, and the wandering eyes OF professional perverts.
	The boys ached and could only take so much, they peddled towards the end of the Park and into the rough towards railroad.
	Harold tried his luck at “riding the rails.”
	Nope, he fell.  He got skint up pretty good and Chris fell while trying to ride the timbers the rail tracks rested on.  Luckily no train was coming, the boys made for the trestle and tried riding their bikes thru the dry river bed.  Not much progress.
	No one was up in the cubby hole area of the trestle-hill.  The boys stripped off their clothes and masturbated--firstly themselves then each other.  They grinded their sweaty bodies to one another and then Harold went down on Chris’ schlong.
	Chris imagined Brandy on his knob, Marsha, a whole host of girls sucking him rather than friend Harold.  Harold did a good job, though, and just before Chris began to cum, Harold turned about and settled his bum down onto the throbbing erection.
	A few pumps and Chris was ready to let go.  Harold anticipated and turned about on the cock in his ass, keeping it in unawares that this was actually a “sexual position”  (Around-the-World.)
	The two nude boys clung to one another, kissing and everything with Harold’s cock rubbing up against Chris’ stomach until they managed to climax together.
	Harold humped down on Chris’ schlong until the cock in his butt hole finally lapsed into flaccid mode, He stood and manhandled his own cum squirter, Chris took it and kissed the head, then gripped it good and engulfed the member.  

	They tried riding their bikes across the sand again, this time while naked.  They tried riding their bikes out on the railroad, too--also while nude.  No trains but some people were seen and not wanting to be “busted” they dressed and disappeared on the other side of the tracks into the serious wildwood area.
	They found some adventure, lost their bikes, found some snakes, found a sump pump, a hoboes camp--no hoboes, though, found their bikes and decided to make it back to the Park area they knew before they got seriously lost and “out of time.”
	They could see the Park, they were aways away from it, they had somehow come way down the track and would have to work their way up to the park area they were familiar with.  A choo-choo roared by, they watched it and gave BAs to the engineer and hoboes then attempted to ride their bikes naked again on the small rough trails through the dense overgrowth of the outer Park area.	
	Getting closer the boys stopped to dress, pee, get their bearings, and listen to a new sound.  Concentrating the boys looked to one another and smiled, big.  Somewhere in the dense growth there was (another) little girl lost and crying.
	It didn’t take long in finding the new Subject, a little girl about 8 yrs, she was all kinds of skint up, crying, and scared.  She wore short-shorts and a simple top, light brown hair that was pulled into a single dangling curly ponytail.  She seemed somewhat aware of the boys’ presence, but there was something noticeably wrong with her.
	“She’s blind, dude!” whispered Harold.
	Chris waved his hand in front of the child’s face, she stood sniveling, she had wet her pants, and sobbed uncontrollably.  Harold unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out.  The little girl didn’t even look or take notice.  Harold lowered his pants and stepped up closer, taking the little girl’s hand and having her grip him.
	She made no adverse reactions, she cocked her head and lowered the tone of her sobbing.  Chris looked around for security’s sake, then hauled out his own bone, he pressed it up against the child’s face.  Harold held her head still and into optimum positioning, forcing her to open her mouth and take in the offering.
	The little girl, Amanda, shook her head violently as the taste of the “object” in her mouth was either distasteful, repugnant, or she knew what it was, or a little of all three.  Chris held her head and forced his schlong into her mouth, working his cock back and forth.  He did pull out and face fuck her, Harold popped his cock into her sweet little mouth until he couldn’t stand it no longer and dropped to his knees.  Chris held the girl still while friend Harold lowered the child’s red knit shorts.
	The boys took a quick gander at the child in her (wet) panties, then Harold lowered the undies and they marveled at her dainty young unfucked cunny.  Harold caressed her ass, squeezing the cheeks, spanking her lightly before wrestling her to the ground.
	Amanda was stripped naked, and while one boy held her firmly to the ground, the other took a turn and tongue lashing her dainty unfucked cunny, fingering it, jamming a finger up her equally unfucked asshole, then laying his pipe against her pussy and humping.
	Chris merely humped, dragging the head of his aching schlong against the girl’s pussy; Harold, however, strove hard to press himself inward.  Chris had to hold the girl’s legs as she thrashed about madly.  Harold eventually gave up, but tried for the other “hole.”
	Eventually both boys ejaculated into the girl’s mouth, both took turns licking her pussy out and fingering her until they were hard again.  Then they peed on her pussy and tried poking her in the ass.
	Voices came to be, “Amanda!  Amanda!”  the boys dressed quickly and dressed the little, ‘cept snagging her panties, Harold wrapped the soiled undies about his schlong.  Amanda was shuffled off into the direction of the voices with a pat to her ass.  Chris and Harold very quickly scooted back into the rough, getting tangled in some barbed wire and thorn bushes.
	They also got lost and couldn’t find their bikes.  Their search put them kinda close to the gathering voices, Voices that turned to shrieks and shouts, it wasn’t clear if the Voices had discovered the abuse (sexual) done unto the girl or what, but it was assumed.  The little girl was very confused and possibly gave a strange tale she didn’t understand or could anyone in her family.
	Frantically the boys strove to keep out of any direct sight, as well as searching for their misplaced bikes.  Suddenly there was a shrill “whistling” that got their attention.  The boys looked around and in the small grove of misplaced cypress trees there stood in the shade Robert Thomas stood, waving and smiling.  He had the boys’ bikes.  He also had a secret.
	The boys came up to him, they were sweaty, stinky, skint up, bruised, bleeding, and thankful for the bikes.  Mr. Thomas shook their hands and looked over their shoulder.  The boys looked too, people could be seen moving about the rough.
	“We’d better scoot.” Mr. Thomas said and carefully guided the boys through the grove of trees.  A trail was here, not much of a trail but it wound about and came out to the middle area of the left side of the Park.  Nothing was said during the walk, but once at the Park:
	“I don’t think you were seen, but best to keep out of sight just the same.” said Mr. Thomas.  The boys were in agreement, a little nervous, a lot tired.  “You guys need a bath.” he said in a friendly manner.  Chris wondered about the man; a pervert?  One of those serious molesters who was dangerous and statistical?
	“So did you two have a good time--out there?”
	Chris gulped.  Harold didn’t answer and tried thinking up a good answer.  Any answer would do at this point.
	“Uh, I-I guess so.” Chris blurted.
	“Don’t worry, boys,” Mr. Thomas chided them, “but you’ve got to be very-very careful when you take extraordinary risky behaviors like with that little girl.”
	The boys shot the man a look.
	“Oh shit!  You saw!?”
	“Yep!” smiled the man.  He held each boy at the shoulder and Chris just knew they were being hauled off to jail.
	But thankfully that was not to be.  Harold blurted, “Hey, we-we saw you, too--yes-yesterday, out in the wild area.” he was gulping and for the first time not as in control of himself as he generally was.
	Mr. Thomas nodded, “I know.”
	Damn.
	They came out to the main street, crossed the street and came to quait clothing store.  Inside was his oldest daughter, Marsha and her mother.  They seemed okay and not “glassy-eyed” like the day before.
	“Hello, Daddy!” piped the young girl as she ran up to greet her father.  
	He hugged and then embraced his wife, too, who had come up smiling.  She wore a knee length checkered blue skirt, a nice white blouse and spoke with a sort of New England accent.  She was a nice looker and so was her daughter, Chris and Harold began to “stiffen” again.
	The boys were introduced and the greeting was cordial, although Marsha exhibited some extreme shyness.  She was still trying to “adjust” to the new surroundings of small town living.  The boys shook hands with the wife/mother, Chris vowed (somehow) that he was going to get into the woman’s cunt.
	The group moved on, Marsha carrying a bag of new clothes.  She babbled on about her clothes and other clothes she liked, the mother, Evelynn, yapped along with her.  Mr. Thomas just shook his head sadly.
	Marsha was a little curious when the boys, Chris & Harold, seemed to be coming along and right into the driveway of the Thomas house.  Mr. Thomas made mention that the boys were in need of a drink and a quick use of a washcloth.  Marsha had asked where the boys lived on their short walk, Chris replied truthfully.
	They got into a convo about their school, the teachers there, teachers to avoid and teachers to suck up to, times to be in the lunch room and times to not be there, and who on the combined three-grade campus to avoid.
	Once inside the Thomas house the boys were introduced to the rest of the Thomas family:  Barry was the oldest, by a few months than next in line who was Marsha.  Then Eve and Pauly came nextly, born in the same month and they were ten.  The youngest set was Susan and Michael, they were merely six years young born two months apart.
	Confused?  Chris and Harold were.  They noted all the family photos on the walls, lots of family.  Different families.  It was explained (later on) that Evelynn had the girls as her biological offspring and the boys were Mr. Thomas’.  hmmmm, now aint that spiffy!?

	Chris and Harold got washed up and Evelynn tended to their minor wounds.  The girls made themselves scarce, in their shared room where Marsha showed off the new clothes she had just gotten.  After the Chris and Harold had their minor wounds tended too--
	Mr. Thomas eased up and “goosed” his wife from behind.  She shrieked surprise and whirled about, embarrassed that he would do such a thing in front of company.
	Mr. Thomas then flashed her.
	Hehehehe, no, not that kind of flash.  But close.  He had some sort of “device” in his hand, a pen light with a strobe light.  It zapped the woman’s eyes and she became essentially zombiefied.
	Mr. Thomas explained (later) that he worked for a high tech industry in the City, sometimes nifty new “items” came along and Mr. Thomas was in the right place at the right time.
	What the “item” did was self-explanatory.  He assured the boys that all was alright and afterwards he could simply “undo” the zombiefication and the effected member resumed their normal life.
	He smiled and turned his wife Evelynn around to face the boys, then cupped and squeezed her breasts.  Ms. Evelynn did nothing, no reaction at all.  Mr. Thomas then raised the woman’s skirt and patted her panty panel.  Again, no adverse reaction.
	“Cool beans!” uttered Harold, tongue lolling and mind whirring, what he couldn’t (could) do with a gadget like that!
	“Does--does it work--work on the others--too?” Chris nervously asked.
	Mr. Thomas smiled and nodded that it did, “Just the girls, though.” he smiled.  His boys were like him, perverts.
	Mr. Thomas guided his stunned wife up stairs to the bedrooms.  Though stunned, he explained, the “victim” still lived, still functioned, and lightly reacted to his/her surroundings.  
	Mr. Thomas directed his wife into the master bedroom, he laid her out on the master bed and then went into his daughters’ room.  All three were happily giggling and Marsha admonished him for bursting in on them as she was in the process of changing clothing.
	It was the last thing she said/remembered.
	The boys behind Mr. Thomas saw a brilliant blinding flash, as they had done so when downstairs in the kitchen.  He then moved into the room and guided the girls one by one out into the hall.
	Barry and Pauly came out, “What’s going on, Dad?” the chipper oldest son asked.  He was very thin build, thick dark hair, and a typical 12 yr old.  (a dweeb by some standards.)  Young Michael came out of his room and joined the others, escorting the sisters into the master bedroom.
	Robert Thomas and Evelynn had only been married about a year, he had courted Evelynn a year before that, after becoming a widower.  Evelynn was not a widow, but a divorcee.  (who would divorce her with three gorgeous bitches!?)
	Once assembled in the bedroom, Mr. Thomas undressed.
	His boys grinned, nodding their heads and stripping down, too, almost oblivious to the two new boys present.  Chris and Harold looked to one another and shrugged, they stripped down, as well.
	There was a subtle head nod from Mr. T to his son Barry, the naked pre-teen grinned sheepishly (but eagerly) and crawled onto the bed and undone his new mother’s skirt.  Brother Pauly got the task of undoing the blouse.  Young Michael masturbated his little puddling.
	Mr. Thomas smiled and whispered into the Pen Flasher, “Marsha, honey, remove your clothes.”
	Chris & Harold watched as the young girl complied.
	“Another unique feature to this is vocal commands.” smiled the man.
	The boys watched in awe, and pleasure, as Marsha slowly removed her shortie-dress.  She wore a bra-halter and she removed that, too.  She stared straight ahead, not blinking, not making any adverse reactions to undressing before her brothers or strangers.
	She stood clad in her panties and the boys were in love.
	Nice she did look, she was young, trim, and delicious.  Slowly the boys stroked themselves and let out their breath.  Marsha slowly eased her panties down and stood naked.  She, along with her other two sisters stood on the far side of the bed, the room was dimly lit (for effect.)  
	Eve removed her clothes, too.  Slowly, one by one.  Her poon was virtually hairless, as was virtually so Marsha’s.  He then called for Susan to strip down.  After she had done so he called for her to come to him.  She complied.  She also complied with his other command-- “Suck me.”
	Susan wrapped her little hands about his prong and then her little young six year old lips.  The head of his cock disappeared into her mouth and she “sucked.”
	Chris watched her, admired her body, stroked his own bone and gulped for air.  She was such a sweetie, a nice rounded butt, eyes closed as she slurped on her father’s dong.
	On the bed Barry rendered his step-mother nude.
	Brothers Pauly and Michael helped.  Once nude the mother was commanded to molest.  “Put your hand on Michael’s butt.” then he amended, “Thru his legs.”
	Chris and Harold were awestruck that the nude mother followed thru.
	“She’ll do anything, they all will, and afterwards won’t remember a thing!” Robert Thomas smiled and pumped more into Susan’s mouth until he began to cum.
	Barry positioned himself between his new mother’s legs and eased his young pre-teen prong into her.  Right off he began to pump.  Evelynn’s hand did indeed come up between Michael’s legs, fondling his balls and then caressing his nude soft ass.
	Pauly directed sister Eve to her knees, in her zombie state all those effected “bent” to the will of whoever directed them, physically or verbally.  The boy poked her face, humping it before slipping his slinky into her mouth.
	Chris couldn’t take his eyes off of sister Marsha.  Her pussy was held his attention, it was smooth, near hairless but there was a slight covering of poon hair there.  She was a lovely creature, not drop dead like any of the Cheerleader-Five…
	He looked to Mr. Thomas.  He had a thought.  A narly thought.
	Mr. Thomas emptied a gusher load of man spunk into his youngest new daughter, filling her mouth to capacity; streams of jiz oozed out of the corners of her mouth, gobs of cum splashed onto her flat chest.  Mr. T humped her face, pulling back on the bone to get every ounce of love cream out possible.  Little Susan choked, sputtered, made a distasteful face but otherwise remained under the control of the Flash Pen.
	Barry began a hurried pumping, he brought the woman’s legs up, locking his arms about them and adjusting the angle of the dangle.  He fucked madly, she had bore three girls and got dicked a lot, she didn’t have the tightest twat around.  It was okay for a man of Robert Thomas’ dimensions, but for a slender schlong not into teen hood yet, it left a little to be desired.
	Unable to get a proper nut the boy slipped out and crawled up to his mother’s breast for a quick titty fuck.  This segued into boffing her in the mouth to finish the job.  The woman was “commanded” to grip his ass and swallow his cock.  She complied without a whimper.
	Pauly had had enough with Eve’s mouth, he turned her about and laid her out across the bed, he then cinched up behind her and stabbed her ass.  Michael got in the act of laying on his mother and grinding away.  Being merely six his dinky was seriously inadequate.  But not for his near equal in age sibling Susan.
	Mr. Thomas placed the little tyke on the bed, laying her out and then helping his young son into proper position.  The boy began to fuck, Mr. T’s balls dangled into the young girl’s mouth.
	The boys Chris & Harold took their turns, too.
	Harold got into position on Ms. Thomas, Chris enjoyed gliding his cock up against Marsha’s pussy.  She was not a virgin.  (D’uh!)  He eased himself into her pussy, sinking fully into her and enjoying every bit of the insertion.  His first pussy fuck.  She didn’t have much in the titty department, but he suckled them anyways, drove his tongue into her mouth and humped her tight cunt until spewing deep inside her.
	He strained his nuts and languished in the pussy, hardly noting friend Harold butt fucking little Susan.  In the little girl’s mouth was Barry.  Behind Harold was Mr. Thomas, caressing and fingering the boy’s wares, and penetrating him, too.
	After Marsha, and his cock had sufficient time to rest/recover, Chris nailed Eve.  SHE had a super-superior tight pussy.  Pushing her legs back to nearly her shoulders was the ticket, he found a new pleasure and Mr. Thomas caressing his ass while doing this.
	Thereafter, Barry and brother Pauly double-teamed Marsha with Pauly cramming himself up the girl’s backdoor.  Chris could hardly do no more, he tongued Susan’s cunt, he made the comparison to Susan’s snatch and his own sister’s.  not much difference, not much.

	There, too, was the buggering of Barry, Pauly, and Michael.  Willingly, too.  Barry, his cock exhausted, lay on his side grinding against his zombied mother.  Chris found himself enamored with the boy, inasmuch as he was with Harold.  Barry noticed the admiration and he pulled a cheek open invitingly.  Chris obliged.  Though his cock had gone from aching to sore, it remained stiff enough for anal penetration.
	Meanwhile, Harold slurped on Mr. Thomas’ schlong while behind him pumped Pauly.  Little Michael nailed Eve and enjoyed it.  
	After the grand sex fest the male members took a breather, the girls (and their mother) were cleaned up, but left nude in case the males of the house decided for a Round Two.
	The breather was taken downstairs in the living room.  They made a quick pit stop in the kitchen for ice cream, treats, and sodas.  Then back to the living room to rest and recoup.  They also watched some videos.  Homemade videos that were insane.
	It involved the girls of the family, being spanked, really hard.  Being peed on, and being victimized by the family pet, Tiger.  Even little Susan, she was shown being held down with her legs pushed back and the doggie Tiger licking her pussy.
	Girls Marsha and Eve were not only licked out by the family dog but humped  (fucked) forwards and backwards--on their backs as well as on all fours--giving full insight to the sex position Doggie Style.

                                               *****

	“Whattya think?”
	Chris gulped and continued to stare.  His balls surely needed the break, though; he wasn’t even discussing how his cock felt.  His asshole was a little sore, too.  Mr. Thomas had plugged it, then Barry and Pauly took a turn.  He had sucked on Mr. T’s schlong and then slurped on the other boys, too.  Each of those boys sucked on his knob, Pauly managing to get a mouthful of jiz.
	He leaned against the rail fence, his legs ached, gnats and other biting insects were seeking out his bare skin for lunch; lunch-dinner-snack-breakfast, everything.  He barely paid any attention.
	“The thing is, though,” he said at length, “she knows us, and-and we know her.”
	“Yeah, and?”
	“Well, she’d freak out when she finds out, figures it out.  When a girl gets laid when she hasn’t been laid before, their pussy aint the same no more and it can be seen she’s been fucked.”
	Harold leaned his chin on the white chipped board fence.  “Damn, she sure is a good looking bitch.”
	“Yeah.”
	“What about in her mouth, or up her ass, we can just hump on her pussy.”
	Chris mulled that over, it’d be a shame to fuck her in the mouth and ass and not get to nail her pussy.
	Fireflies began to dance about, it was getting late.  The hollyhocks along the fence swayed in the sullen early evening air, “We’d better either do something or get the fuck on home.” chirped Harold getting a little impatient.
	Just then the Subject came out to the front porch.  The boys ducked down among the weeds and hollies.  Chris cocked his head, looking up to the mailbox.
	“Shit!” he bitched.
	“What?”
	“She’s coming for the mail!”
	“Cool!”
	Chris fretted, he sorta wanted to but then again.  He clutched the Flash Pen in his hand, borrowed from Mr. Thomas.  The man had given the boys permission, using a prototype.  It had some flaws, both pen flashers did; low power and not effective on all persons--so be careful.
	“Dude!  She’s coming!”
	Chris sunk down into the ditch running along side the road, he was immediately assailed upon by various bugs and insects.  He held his tongue and his actions to slap and scratch, the white picket fence gate opened and Subject Shelly Ginthman came out to get the daily mail.
	Harold shot his slinking friend a dirty look, ‘Do it, man, do it!’
	And Chris did.
	The immediate area was quickly illuminated by a brilliant flash of lightning-like light.  Less than a nano second.  The boys looked to Shelly, the best friend of Chris’ sister, Suzie.  The boys were already enamored with the young girl, but there were complications to consider.
	She was “flashed” anyways.  She seemed to be standing still.  The prototype Pen Flasher Chris had was not equipped with the Vocal Command, just the zombiefying.
	You take what you can get.
	Harold reached up and tugged on the short jean shorts the girl wore.  She didn’t move.  She stared into the open box of the mailbox.  Harold reach around and patted her butt.  No reaction.  He smiled and sat up on his knees.  He brung her to him, patting her ass and copping a feel of her crotch.  She was moved to the ditch and the big bush at the end of the fenced yard.  It was getting late and seldom would there be anyone out on the lone country road.
	Chris sat on his knees, nervously he looked around, checked his watched, craned his neck to see if anyone was coming out to see what was taking Shelly so fucking long to fetch mail.  Harold undone the girl’s jean shorts and tugged them down.
	The boys took a good gander at the girl, marveling at her in her light pink undies, and the simple fact that the Flash Pen prototype worked!  Harold smoothed his hand over the girl’s ass, he also eased her panties down.
	Her pussy was perfect.  The boys ogled it and Harold carefully guided the girl down into the ditch, working her jeans and panties to her ankles.  Chris was in a panic, he wanted to nail her, badly.  But doing so would open a host of problems--she would know, she would know she had been raped and freak out and freak out her family.  Suzie probably wouldn’t be able to come see her for awhile--and that would screw up the boys’ efforts to get away to goof off.
	And he knew Shelly.  He liked Shelly, she was a dork, a kid, cute, and a friend (of the family.)  Could he?  His cock wanted to.  Harold was tonguing her.  
	Chris still debated, wrestling with the Good and Evil of his actions, possible actions.  Tactless Harold jerked down his jeans and pressed his gangly cock against the child’s cunny.  Chris watched in some horror at the sheer blatancy of the act.  Harold, though, didn’t “penetrate” but rubbed and humped to his heart’s (cock‘s) content.
	With Christopher helping, Harold managed sodomy of Shelly.  Chris held the child’s legs back, her jeans and panties twisted and bunched up at her ankles helped secure the legs from flailing about on their own.  Harold then tongued and fingered Shelly’s asshole.
	The girl made a face as penetration came seconds later from a “bigger” finger.  Chris was in awe.  With Harold banging her asshole, would she know that, there would be some discomfort, but it wouldn’t be “seen” as broken as it was when fucking a pussy for the first time.  He knew this because of his sister’s cunt--after her father had gotten into it it was no longer “smooth”.
	But the asshole was tucked up out of sight, Shelly’s mom obviously saw her now and then and would notice if her daughter’s twat had been “breeched.”
	Harold was in.  The head of his cock and a bit of the shaft was in, pumping away steadily at the super tight bum hole.  His cock “bent” some and there was a bit of blood coating the girl’s cheeks.
	Chris looked into Harold’s eyes.  Harold defied him, he pumped and tried to sink his schlong into Shelly deeper.  The girl twisted in the ditch and began to pee, too.
	“Dude!” Chris said.
	Harold pulled out and laid his soiled schlong onto the girl’s cunny and humped madly until shooting his wad.  He humped until he was totally spent.
	Her panties were taken, they were used to wipe her asshole and pussy.  Chris looked at her and wanted her, but he couldn’t.  Someone else, someone he didn’t know, or lived in town and wore cheerleader outfits!

                                                 *****

	Once home the boys watched as once more Suzie rode her father.  They were quiet about it, too.  Just the light from the TV provided the scene, Carl’s hands clamped to his lovely young daughter’s ass, he pushed her up and down and made no noise whatsoever.
	The boys slinking in the kitchen waited until Suzie’s body stopped “moving up and down.”  There WAS a subtle audible sound from Carl, a satisfying “Ahhhhhh.”  Slowly Chris and Harold sneaked into their own room and to bed.
	Their schlongs were too shagged out to do anything.  Harold went right off to sleep.  Chris wondered how his Dad would be about boning Shelly--providing that there was a way to do so.  He might.  What was the big deal, he was boning Suzie, his own daughter!  Course, that WAS in the privacy of their own home.  He was sinking his bone into his son and best friend, too.  So could he sink lower and sink his pud into Shelly?
	The Flash Pen could be dangerous.  Mr. Thomas had warned them of that, too.  “Don’t get carried away--or you’ll GET carried away!”
	Wise words.
	But the potentiality was incredible.  Anyone could be subjected to the Pen, well, almost anyone.  Mr. Thomas warned them about that, as well; not everyone was effected by the Flash Pen and some required a second flash.  And then there were those who weren’t “held” as long as hoped and while the possessor of the Pen was doing something narly, the Victim woke up and there you were!
	The boys nodded that they would be careful.
	Uh-huh.  Famous last words…

	There didn’t seem to be any odd activity at the Ginthman house, the boys rode past utilizing the regular roadway rather than the back roads and their own roads to make town in good time, they had stuff to do.  They wanted to touch basis with Mr. Thomas, and seriously wanted to “touch” Brandy.  With the Flash Pen--Chris gulped, he (they) could do Brandy good and proper, her sister and mother, too!  (and Brandy’s girlfriends, not too mention (of forget!))
	Naturally they were sidetracked.  Naturally.
	They rode passed one of the two major supermarkets in town, only glancing into the lot, seeing if they knew anyone hanging at the pizzeria and the arcade.  They didn’t.  They had to stop to let a delivery truck make its way out of the lot, giving the boys time to look into the lot once more.
	Harold nudged Chris.
	Chris looked into the indicated direction.
	A woman was bent over loading a child into a car seat, she had two shopping baskets, three children, a late model station wagon.  The woman wore a pair of very nice tight fitting well worn light blue jeans.  She was trim, despite dropping three children.  Harold feasted his eyes, Chris gouged himself and licked his lips.
	The three children ranged from toddler to a year or so younger than Suzie and Shelly.  There was one little boy in the mix, too.  The boys looked to one another.  The truck cleared and roared off, Chris wrinkled his nose, popped his neck and clutched at the Flash Pen hung around his neck in a leather pouch.
	The parking lot didn’t have a lot of customers.  It was big and the Subject’s car was parked four spaces from any other car.  Chris sighed and nodded.  “Let’s do it.”

	The woman, “Carol Phisk”, was easily distracted, children to tend to, groceries to put away, and a boy falling off of his bike.  The boy had run into one of the parking stobs and tumbled into the flower box of the light pole.  Another boy rode up, “Hi there!” he smiled.  It was all she remembered.
	Harold was alright, the tumble was fake and he only injured his shins (again) and slightly sprained his wrist.  Quickly he and Chris “flashed” the kiddies.  The woman was well enough “stunned”, so was the seven year old girlie, the five year old boy seemed stunned, the three year old girlie--nope, she flailed her arms and legs about and wasn’t effected.  
	“She’s probably too young.” Chris surmised.
	Harold agreed.  But being three she was deemed not a threat (to ID them).  The boys went to their dastardly deed.  Which was pushing their Subject into the front seat.  She had to be wrestled with to turn her over so as she was facing up.  Then, while Chris looked about for security’s safe, Harold did the terrible deed--undoing the woman’s blouse and then her super tight blue jeans.
	A few customers were about, but none close.  A few cars came and left, but none close.  His attention back to pal Harold, Harold was wasting no time, the woman’s pants were down and her panties came nextly.  Harold’s own pants were down and as he wore no undies, he was grinding on the woman, slipping his salami into her fucking her!
	Chris watched, awed by the hellish deed, awed by simply watching.  He squatted down, watching Harold’s bum quickly rising and falling, his balls slapping.  He could see Harold’s schlong slamming into the woman’s cunt.  
	The three year was getting bitchy.  Chris slid into the middle seat and tried to calm her, he didn’t have much luck, though merely three she was wise enough to know something was up and it was wrong.
	The Flash Pen still did not calm her.  He held her at her ankles and tried another route--threatening her, “You wanna a spank!?” the girl well enough understood that statement.  She didn’t like it much either.  
	She wore a little red/white checkered shortie-dress, red ribbon in her light brown hair, sweet little rounded face with dazzling blue eyes.  For “just because” Chris raised the child’s legs, peering down at her crotch.
	Yellow panties she wore.  She was a bit musty and “wet.”  A dark foreboding thought crossed into Chris’ mind.  He gulped, shook his head to clear it and returned his attention to security and Harold.
	Harold had “finished.”  He pumped his all and then pumped a little more.  He sucked on the woman’s breasts and then rested a brief moment on her.  No reaction from the woman, she lay still, sweating, with cum drooling out of her pussy.
	“Sloppy seconds!” jeered Harold as he finally got his strength and eased off of the woman.  He didn’t bother pulling up his pants; in fact, he kicked them off of his ankles and crawled into the middle seat.  Chris stepped up close to the front seat, looked around and then looked to the woman.
	It didn’t bother him that Harold had just banged her.  (he would have likened to have nailed her first, though.)  He thought he was ready, he thought he could jump the woman’s bones and have a good time.  But that pesky morality issue plagued him.  He could dismiss that, but it was the Openness that was the real issue.  
	In the middle seat, Harold the Tactless, Rude, Obnoxious, Immoral pulled the oldest girl down into the seat and tugged HER pants and panties down.  Her shirt her simply pulled up over her pretty head.  With her clothes at her ankles he removed them, snagging the undies.  
	Chris watched in utter awe and Harold laid his prick against the young girl’s snatch and humped her slit.  He closed his eyes and made faces of pleasure as he did so, pulling the girl’s legs up, widening, and poking her slit and asshole.  Soon his cock was raging hard (again) and he strained.  He moved up on the child, humping her chest until he once more began to squirt.
	Great gobs of splooge splashed onto the girl’s face, he brought her pretty head up, pressing his gooey cock against her mouth.  Chris gulped and watched in awe (more awe.)  Harold wiped his schlong on the girl’s face, then rested again.
	Chris was lathered in as much sweat as was Harold.  Harold shut the door and scooted the little girl to the floor.  Chris looked all around, then found himself kneading Carol’s breasts.
	His hard aching cock slid effortlessly into her snatch.  Her dark brown hair was cut short in a sassy sort of style.  Light makeup, light perfume.  A very round face, deep blue eyes.  She made some motions and facial expressions as Chris’ bone slid into her.  Her nipples perked up and Chris sucked on them.
	Soon he found her pussy swallowing his cock, she wasn’t too tight, his cock was kinda small so it was a struggle to bring himself to cum.  Peeking over the vinyl seat Chris couldn’t believe what he saw, Harold had the five year old boy naked and was sucking on him.
	Chris continued to hump the woman until he finally got his nut.  He fired a massive load into her, strained and tried to send his entire body into the woman’s cunt.  His arms weakened and he lay on her, in the middle seat area he could hear “stuff” going on.

	Charlotte Banks.  Another uppity upperclassman, but not from the middle school Chris and Harold attended, Charlotte was from the local high school and came to the middle school to be an assistant teacher.  She was friendly with some of the students, a snob to some, a totally bitch to others.
	 Be that as it may--she was zombiefied and awaiting the special attention of Chris & Harold.  They were in Dempsy’s Books;it  was situated across the street from the supermarket where Carol Phisk and her family were “coming around.”  Dazed, confused, and sticky.  Something had happened, something sort of familiar.  Her children were a little whacked out, too.
	Chris couldn’t believe how far Harold had gone:  after sucking off on the little boy, fingering the boy had pushed his pud into the boy’s mouth making him suck.  Thereafter he had the little three year old’s panties down, he kept those, too.  With her legs up he licked her young (super young) poon.
	Chris creamed Carol’s pussy and loved on her breasts, but that was it.
	The kiddies were just too young, he tried to hang onto SOME moral fiber.  Harold had none.  Absolutely none.  He licked on the child’s cunny, fingering her out and spanking her.  Deeply he wished they were alone, very alone.  
	When Chris had asked “Why?” Harold only looked to him.  The answer was clear then, Harold wanted to fuck her,  to put his dick into the three year, somehow, somewhere.  He wanted to spank and pee on her and watch her suck on his cock.
	Charlotte Banks wasn‘t alone, however; she had “friends.”
	She worked in the bookstore, part-time.  It was a small private bookstore, not a chain.  In the mid afternoon and mid week business was kind of slow.  School?  No, not for the week, chaos in the world, you know.
	Two guys, three girls, and a young bro of one of the girls.  Charlotte manned the cashiering area; mostly she yapped with her friends, stole money from the cash box, used the phone, and paid very little attention to anyone in the store.
	There was no one in the store but Chris and Harold.
	One of the boys had a mint condition Camaro parked outside, he wore a letterman’s jacket and was a Jock.  The other fella with him was a Jock, too.  The three girls were Cheerleaders, Charlotte the only one in a cheerleading outfit.  The young boy, 12, was the brother of one of the other girls.  He was perusing the Adult Books/Magazines, he looked up when Chris and Harold came in, but returned to drooling over the glossy pages of the name brand skin mags and not aware of the “lightning” flashing inside the store.
	Rapidly Chris zapped the teens, since they were all bunched together sipping sodas and noshing on goodies, three flashes put them in series zombie state.
	For safety and security Chris lowered the green blinds.  Harold wasted no time, no time at all.  He went to Charlotte first, lifting her skirt and marveling at her.  She then was pushed onto the green wooded desk/counter.  Harold quickly worked her underclothes down, opened her uniform top and popped out her doublely delicious breasts.  His tongue drove into her cunny just as sirens filled the air outside.
	Not to worry, it wasn’t for them.
	Whew!  
	It didn’t stop Harold, he didn’t even look up!
	Chris “flashed” the young boy and then…
	Harold was doinking Charlotte.  Chris stepped up behind one of the other girls, he didn’t know her name, didn’t care.  She wore a tight fitting blue sweater.  He fondled her breasts then smoothed his hand over her groin.  Undoing her jeans came nextly.
	Harold had cum in Charlotte, pushed her legs up and back and out and was drilling her asshole.
	Chris had “Dora’s” jeans down and was rolling her basic panties down when Harold looked to Chris, “You lock the door and stuff?”
	Chris gulped, he stood and placed his hand on the doorknob to lock it when it opened.  A green crisp tight fitting uniform came in sight, catching Chris’ eye was the bright shinny brass five star badge over the right breast, Deputy Sheriff.
	Oops!