August Moone
Book 4
Still Tripping
Chapter 20
Ah!  Now it Makes Since!
(Not!)

	There was an almost acrid smell in the air, it wasn’t very pleasant.  Other strange smells lingered in the sullen air, none were overly pleasing, either.  She was bothered (as well as strangely drawn) to the disturbing noise she had heard before (in Richard’s van).
	Mandy had left Richard’s van, she had spent enough time with the scum and it was time to move along.  With no real direction intended Mandy found herself at the edge of the town--facing the woods.  Deep woods.  Thick woods.  Did she dare re-enter?  The strange sound/noise she had heard was within, somewhere.
	Was it calling her?  Did it have a meaning?  Was there a meaning to it at all?  Or was this just another facet to her psychosis?  She didn’t know, she didn’t WANT to know!  It was all she could do to keep herself together whereEVER the fuck she was!

	She held her ground for a while.  She could go back and find Richard again, peruse the mall and make a serious nuisance of herself, camp out in someone’s home, whatever.  She didn’t know what she was supposed to do, or not do, while in the Land of Confusion (Limbo).
	Was it a test?
	She stopped herself before she continued driving her mind nuts.
	She sighed.  The forest had gone quiet.  No birds, squirrels, not even a stirring of a breeze--just the lingering scent of something unpleasant.  It wasn’t something dead, it was different than that.  She couldn’t place it, she didn’t think she had ever smelled it before.
	She decided not to enter into the forest, but to follow along its edge.
	A dirt there came to be.  Flanked heavily on each side by dense lush growth, mostly ferns, but lots of ivy, too.  The road wound its way into the woods.  Mandy debated, thought and thought and considered.  She turned and began making her way along the dirt road that was flat and not rutted--towards the town.  At the first sweeping turn she turned on her heel and made for the forest.
	She didn’t have to go far before she saw something of interest.
	A car.  A police car.  More exact it was a deputy sheriff’s car.
	One of the back doors was open.  A woman was laying in the back, mostly naked.  Her uniform slacks were bunched up at her ankles, along with her panties.  Her legs spread wide with a boy in his early teens riding her.  HE was butt naked.
	The woman held firm to the boy’s naked ass.  Mandy could see the boy’s cock slamming in and out of the woman’s cunt.  Her uniform jacket was cast off onto the back floorboard, a uniform shirt was open and her teeshirt pulled up to expose her very bodacious hooters.
	A boy about ten or so was butt naked in the front seat, leaning over and giggling, humping the seat he leaned against, watching the backseat action.
	Another boy was present, about 13 years or so, also nude, standing to one side jerking his pud watching in earnest the hot action in the car, too.
	The boy who was “doing” the hot action, finally erupted into a furious bout of orgasm.  He arched his back and slammed his hips into the woman; then he strained and emptied himself thrusting repeatedly to get every ounce of ‘good feeling’ as possible before absolute plummeting of the sexual apex threshold.
	The boy relaxed a moment, caressed by the deputy sheriff beneath him.  The boy at length slid off of the woman, she frigged her cunny and languished there a bit before sitting up.  The jerking off boy closest she reached out for and fondled his balls, then began slurping on his schlong.  She fondled the hairy nads of the other standing close boy and began sucking him, too.
	All the boys got a turn sinking their bones into her crevice.
	There was a bout with one of the boys sitting on the woman’s face, facing down her body, his balls and/or cock incased in her mouth.  One of the other lads came up behind and jammed his prick into the boy’s hole.  A goodly amount of sodomy ensued.
	The oldest lad, 14, the one who Mandy had seen first fucking the protector of peace, took up the nightstick from its holder located on the driver’s side door.  He jammed it into one of the other lad’s rectum while he sat perched on the deputy’s face.  She held the distraught anguished boy being sodomized by a foreign object firmly by the ass, sucking his balls fully.
	Mandy moved on without notice.

Taking Advantages
	A light breeze rustled through the pines, the scent overshadowed the foul acrid odor that had lingered about earlier.  When crossing over a small wooden bridge, noting that there was no water in the creek below, Mandy paused to stare up the creek/canyon draw.  Did it seem a little “darker”, more foreboding that way?
	Yep!  Sure did!
	Mandy had no intention of going up the dry creek.
	A noise there came to be at that moment.  A whistle.  A train whistle.  It was far off.  Somewhere--somewhere in the woods in the direction of where she was looking.  It disturbed her, greatly and deeply.  More than a mild case of the heebie-jeebies she got and quickened her pace across the bridge.
	Once on the other side, it was suddenly a different landscape.
	No woods, no trees--desert.
	Flat desert.
	Mandy wrinkled her nose.  It was dusk, or dawn.  The air was kinda chilled, but kinda not.  It smelled much different than the forest.  Rustic boulders, ridges of red rock, sentimentary rock, limestone and mixed granite.  No trees but some low laying vegetation.
	Mandy stood very still for a long while.
	Then she backed up.  
	One step, two step, three steps back.
	The acrid smell from earlier filled her nostrils.  A very cooling chilled air enveloped her.  A sweet fragrance came to be.  Mandy opened her eyes and there was the forest.
	“Ohhhhh-kay.” she drawled to herself.  There was no sign of a desert.  None, nowhere, anywhere, no how.  “This is totally fucked.” she said aloud.  She wrinkled her nose and looked all around.  Thick deep rich lush forest.  No boulders or desert vegetation whatsoever.
	She took one step forward.  Paused and looked around.  Still forest.
	She took another step forward.  Still forest.
	Another step forward.  Still forest.
	Another step forward.  Desert.  No sign of forest.
	“Fine.”  Purgatory, Limbo, whatever.  She stuffed her hands into her pockets and shuffled onward.  Before going on she made a triangle sign noting the so-so direction and area of where she had come from.  (all those years in the Girl Scouts wasn’t such a waste after all.)
	She made for the ridge and climbed up to the highest point.  It was daybreak, there was a sun rising.  That was good.  Maybe.  If this was a desert, it was probably going to get pretty damn hot.  She didn’t think her stay in the desert was going to be a long one. 
	There didn’t seem to be much, distant-distant mountains, distant hills.  Lots and lots of flatness.  Sage and other types of low laying vegetation.  A breeze mixed with both cool and warm breezes.  No acrid smells, that was a plus.
	She thought she saw buildings in a distance.  Very far away.  Trails, too, trails that were probably vehicle trails.  She sat on the jutting boulders and waited for the sun.

	As soon as the sun was up (enough) it didn’t take long to get the air and all surfaces warm.  Really really warm.  Mandy noted that she didn’t have any water.  Or food.  Or water.  She cussed herself and began making her way off the ridge.
	And she saw a dust trail.
	It caught her attention and she forgot about her thirst.
	Straining her eyes she saw what looked like riders.  Riders on horses.
	Hmmmm  then there had to be a ranch nearby, or a farm.  Surely they wouldn’t be foolish enough to go traipsing about the hot desert and stray too far from their home?  Surely not.

	The best option would be to stay put; or maybe high tail it back into the forest.  Why the interest in the horse riders evaded her, but she moved along the desert ridge in parallel pursuit.
	Temporarily she lost sight of the riders, there were four of them; two girls, two boys.  (naturally!)  By the time  Mandy had re-located the foursome, they were further away than before!  Mandy sighed, behind her was a goodly distance back to the ridge--but at least it was still there.
	The sun wasn’t too terrible just yet, onward!
	Time seemed to be meaningless, ten minutes, fifteen, thirty?  How long she traveled along the ridge, stumbling and falling, slipping and sliding and coming close to saying, “Fuck it!” and high tailing back to the forest after all--
	When at last peeking over the crumbly ridge apex she did see her quarry up close.  They had stopped.  Finally!  One of the boys, a dark haired good looking fuck probably about 16 was off to one side behind a large rustic boulder and overgrown sage peeing on the desert sand.
	One of the girls, also about 16, was doing likewise, but not in the same area.  One of the horses was unloading horse shit while another whizzed.
	Nice.
	After the bathroom break the four humans mingled and seemed to be looking about for something.  And they found it, a mine shaft.  The hard way.  Two of the members suddenly “disappeared”.
	The mine shaft was concealed by layers of sand and debris, the wood covering was weak and not in support of human weight.  It gave way without warning and down dropped two teens, Ted-16 and Melody-15.
	Their stalwart companions freaked out, Bradley-16 and Danny-15.  They yelled and peered down into the mine shaft, calling for their friends.  There was no sound.  It was spookily quiet.  It took a while before the dust settled.
	At length a voice from below called up.  It was Ted.  He was some fifteen feet or so down.  
	“Melody’s out!” he called up coughing and sputtering.  “Go for help!”
	Ted had a broken leg and badly sprained wrists and ankles (not to mention a few other hurtie-owies.)  Bradley quickly got on her high horse and darted off for help.  Danny couldn’t see nothing but filtering dust in the crumbling shaft.  Ted could look up and see the friend’s head and the sun light streaming in.  
	Beside him lay Melody.  A friend, an associate.  They worked together at a dude ranch a few miles away.  It was their day off and they went off in search of lost abandoned mines.  Well, they found one!
	Ted’s first action was to check Melody out.  The light from the opening above showed that she was slightly damaged; a broken arm, bleeding here and there, and unconscious.  Danny tossed down a canteen of water and that helped.
	Bradley’s horse was fast and she could ride her hard, but it would still take several minutes to get to the ranch and assemble help and get back.  Ted tried to check Melody out, physically speaking, to check for other injuries.
	While doing so, his interest was piqued when his hand came up her legs.  Thankfully she hadn’t any broken bones or fractures in her legs.  His hands came up to her hips and his dark eyes fell onto her crotch.
	He groaned.
	His cock suddenly busted into super stiff mode.  
	He gulped and sweated.  
	Looking up he could just barely see Danny’s head.
	He gave the younger friend the finger.  
	No reaction from Danny.
	“How’s it going?” Danny called down.
	“Just--just fine, great.” Ted bitched back.
	He gave Danny “two” bird fingers.  Still nothing.
	He lay back and unsheathed his aching cock, waggled it, stroked it.  Danny did nothing.  Hmmm   Ted gulped, his broken leg hurt like the dickens, but there was another feeling that was taking precedent.  He began to cum.  The orgasm overwhelmed all else, broken bones and whatever.
	Melody remained unconscious, unaware of the defiling.  Ted pumped her vigorously, it wasn’t certain if she were a virgin.  Ted didn’t care.  He slammed into the girl, his friend, a co-worker, straining his cock to the max and then pumping furiously until all of his liquid love had been spent.
	He sighed a satisfying sigh, rubbed his own ass and then began peeling back Melody’s shirt, freeing her lovely young teenage breasts.  He spent some downtime suckling the girl, grinding his prick against her fresh fucked cum soaked cunny and enjoying his deceit.

	Presently, help arrived.  
	Ted had titty fucked his unconscious friend, then eased his cum soaked cock into her mouth and moved her head with his hands back and forth.  When his prick was at the apex of orgasmic bliss, he unloaded some gobs onto her sweet face--then moved down and entered her for a fast and furious dynamic fuck.
	Barely had he time to pull up his clothes, gather himself, and dress up Melody before ropes began to dangle down.  A stokes bed came down along with one of the other men who worked the ranch.  
	He went over Melody’s body, but not in the manner that Ted had.
	Having nothing better to do, Mandy went along with the dude ranch group, seemed like the thing to do.  Many city slickers were trying to be cowboys, and cowgirls.  The whole place stank of horse shit.  Wonderful.  Mandy roamed about, the injured girl was rushed off to the nearby town for medical aid.  Someone in charge of the dude ranch went along.  Mandy wandered.
	Wander-wander-wander
	She took note of the various “staff” members, the regular cowboys (and cowgirls).  One of the cowgirls was a wrangler, a person who takes care of the horses but more importantly tames the horsey so as it wont throw the rider--normally a city slicker (and the city slicker then winds up in charge of the ranch!)
	For no other reason than “just because”, Mandy sought interest in the wrangler.  She was in her twenties, late twenties, short cropped blond hair, cowboy hat that was as old as she was.  Wide hips, but that seemed a naturally for daily saddle riding.  She did wear earrings, smiled and had all her teeth.  She seemed nice and didn’t look all that bad, not overly “hardened” like some of the other cowboys of the ranch.
	But her interest was piqued by another, a young boy.
	He was approx. twelve or so, short brown hair with very boyish features.  He seemed nervous, but on closer inspection he was “up to something.”  Mandy got interested, there was nothing else to do.  She followed the boy--he seemed to be desperately wanting NOT to be seen.  He slipped along the various buildings until he was at the main building.  He then casually waltzed in.
	Mandy followed.
	Inside was the main guest lounge, a private meeting hall, an antique desert museum and curiosity shop, an office and a private office.  Staff quarters were located topside on the 2nd floor.  The “subject” was acknowledged by one of the Staffers, a pretty girl who was 20-ish, dark hair in one long pony tail.  Nice bosooms, too.  Very nice.  The boy was acknowledged as “Josh.”
	He smiled and carefully made his way past the “Employees Only” sign and down a hall. Two girl staffers worked behind the desk, taking reservations and transferring calls and whatnot.  Josh, at the very end of the hall gave the girls a look and then entered into a room/office.
	Mandy noted it as being Private.  She assumed than it was the owner/operator.  Probably the man who went with the injured girl.  Mandy suddenly found herself INSIDE the office.  She didn’t know how it happened, she didn’t recall opening the door.
	Josh was at a big cherry wood desk.  Pictures of horses, horseshoes on the walls, Indian style blankets on the walls and floors, a very-very southwestern style theme there was.  A new looking rose saddle was on a wooden “A” frame, a tattered very well worn saddle was on another.
	Behind the desk the boy Josh lit up a huge fat cigar.  He choked and gagged, Mandy noted to herself, “typical.”  the boy puffed a few times and began to gag.  He quit, wisely, and snuffed out the cigar, tossing it into a brass spitoon.
	He nextly got into the liquor cabinet.
	Mandy deduced by the pictures on the wall and desk that Josh was the son of the owner/operator.  The owner/operator was a one Amos Erns.  At one time, apparently, he had been an all around cowboy.  Years earlier than that had him as an accountant.  Then midlife crisis arose and he became a cowboy.
	There was no sign of any woman in his life.  But there had to have been at some point--there was Josh.
	And there was Josh slipping off his pants.  His throat was scratchy from the intake of cigar smoke, his eyes watery from choking on the stiff whiskey he had gotten into.
	“When the cat’s away…” Mandy said to herself.
	Josh was soon naked.  But bare assed naked and fondling himself.
	At length the boy fished out of his pants pocket a pair of panties.  Whose wasn’t know, Josh wrapped the garment about his willy and “went to town.”  he took the garment and examined in, sniffed the crotch, checked the inside then fondled his balls with it.
	He spanked himself and then flopped onto the vinyl sofa, legs open wide and began hammering his young prick.  Mandy found herself kinda horny.  
	She waited, though.
	Josh hammered his schlong for several minutes, pausing now and then to “switch hands” before proceeding.  He watched himself, too, staring at his doing.  The panties got a work out, too.
	Cum began to squirt from the boy’s dick, one big cum gob that shot up the boy’s sheer hairless near lily white chest, then another gob splashed onto his belly before another load squirted up and soiled his pubes.  A goodly amount of mess soiled his hand.  The boy continued to jerk off until he was all cummed out.
	He lay exhausted, fondling his balls.
	He then grossed Mandy out by licking the cum off of his hand!

A Doinking We Will Go…
	There was the business of snooping around--it was what she did best.  And the more she snooped, the more she became distressed/despondent that she was unable to “join in.”  she figured it was a part of her punishment.  No interaction.  There was frivolity all around her, dancing, singing, and carousing.  She wasn’t too keen on the country theme, but she could tolerate it.  
	There was mingling and then there was “mingling.”  Mandy observed teenagers sneaking off from their parents to “mingle” in private.  Some merely wanted to be alone and away from their parents, others wanted to be away solely to fuck.  And still others wanted to be away to spy on those who were fucking!
	Mandy was only mildly interested.  She noted the owner/operator of the dude ranch had returned, the young staff member was not with him, she would be staying at the town hospital for an overnight observation, and etc.  Mr. E disappeared into his office (the one his son had earlier defiled) and Mandy moved on.
	Not much of interest; teen couples from both the city and ranch mingling (fucking) and spying on those mingling (fucking).  Mandy moved on some more.
	At length she finally found something of interest.

	Mandy had seen some pretty terrible illicit doings, shenanigans, and outrageous doings.  Fathers and (grandfathers) to young girls (and boys.)  Mothers (no grandmothers) to young boys, sons.  Brothers to their sisters and whoever else.  Sisters and girls to young brothers and boys.  Total strangers to young boys and girls.  On and on it went.
	But what Mandy was privy to in the barn of the Hard Iron Shoe Dude Ranch was beyond Mandy’s ability to cope with.  It was more astounding than anything she had thus far witnessed.
	The barn was actually a stable, containing the horses of the ranch for the staff as well as city slickers.  In said barn was more than horses, though.  Mandy saw in a pen on of the girls she had seen earlier, a tall girl who was with the group out in the desert--Bradley was her name.  
	She wasn’t alone.  The wrangler female, Lacy, was with her.
	They were both nude!
	They were both STROKING a horse, Redbone.
	From stroking to sucking its cock!  Mandy couldn’t believe it.  She had heard girls getting doinked by the family dog, but a horse!  Both females sucked on the bulbous tip of the great reddish hue colored beast, they stroked it and worked the animal’s beastly schlong until the horse made some noise and began to cum.
	The girls licked the horse cream off of one another’s face, then lay and rolled in the hay “frolicking!”  There was kissing and petting, fingering and fondling; much ado about caressing and grinding on one another, too; along with deep penetrating kissing and smearing horse cum all over one another.
	Daringly the two waltzed butt bare assed naked to a bunk house not far from the stables.  The bunk houses were a row of where the staff resided.  It was dark and not many peoples out, those who were out were at the barn dance social.
	The two naked horse lovers made into one of the bunk houses.  It was for two.  Mandy got the impression it was NOT where Lacy bunked.  A small table light came on and the two naked cum soaked lovers scurried into the bathroom for a shower.
	Mandy heard some voices elsewhere and went to investigate.

	“Going to go into town for some supplies, wanna come with?”
	“Sure!”
	Voice number one was the tall lanky kinda descent good looking teen from the group earlier.  He hadn’t been injured at all!  No broken leg or anything!  
	The second voice was of another member of that same group, he was about a year younger, was part Indian, long dark hair.  Part Mexican, too.  Both hoped into a dude ranch company jeep and fled for town.
	Somehow, Mandy found herself in the backseat!
	It was not a long ride, especially with Mario Andretti at the wheel, there were a few curves but Ted “Mario” paid no heed to them.  And to some he simply straightened out and paid heed to the old adage--the shortest distance…
	Why the need (and the hurry) to boogie to town after dark for supplies Mandy didn’t know.  Didn’t care, either.  She was just along for the ride…

	In town the boys shuttled some “supplies” from one store than another.  And at length Mandy left them to their own--following some sort of “calling” elsewhere.  This was Limbo, or some such junk, time was meaningless, EVRERYTHING was meaningless.
	And then there was the church.

	A nondescript church, basic white with steeple/bell tower.  It was typically narrow as well as long.  Some cars there were parked outside, lights were on within.
	Mandy was curious.  Was there religion in Limbo?
	Maybe this wasn’t Limbo after all?
	If it wasn’t--then what the fuck was it?
	Someplace in between perhaps?
	Purgatory?  Nah, Purgatory was something like Hell.  
	Sacred Scripture and the constant faith of the Church affirm that Heaven and Hell, as places, exist. Roman Catholic Christians and other Christians also profess belief in a State of Being, not a place, called "purgatory."  The term "purgatory" is not found in the Bible; but neither are other such important Christian beliefs such as "Trinity" and "Incarnation." 
Purgatory is defined as a state of being, the continuing process of purgation or purification of the soul after human death.  It is a state of perfection--begun in baptism and faith-consummated after death. 
	Purgatory is a sign of God's mercy on those who have honestly sought to know God and to do His will in this life and yet die in some degree of bondage to sin or the effects of sin. 
	Well, it was as much as Mandy understood.  She hadn’t before, but suddenly the words of her minister filled her.  She had never really paid much attention to Church/Sunday School, she had fluffed it off.  She had gone simply because her parents went and dragged her along, too.  And the boys, all the good looking boys (who were not gay) attended her Church.
	She stood looking onto the typical Americana type Midwestern church.  She heard singing within.  She felt at odds with herself, a determination there was that she was NOT (after all) in Limbo, but Purgatory.  She had been Saved in Christ as a child.  She believed in God, an Almighty.  She believed in all the stories and junk from the Bible.  But that was about it.  She didn’t overly have the “faith.”
	Soooo--
	She was dead?
	How?  When?  Where?
	She didn’t remember dying?
	Was it at that cabin with those sonsabitches who had kidnapped her?
	Had THAT even happened?  Had she died at the pizzeria, or in the parking lot (hit by a car.)  she had no recollection of pain or transference from Living to Dead.  Maybe--maybe there wasn’t any.  Maybe this was how it happened.
	Maybe.  Possibly.
	She didn’t know.
	She had died.  Somehow.  Somewhere.  And in doing so she was given an “E” ticket to Heaven, but it was dog eared, her fare would only carry her so far.  To Purgatory--not to Heaven.  Past indiscretions (solely on her part) dishonored her Full Fare.  She was not a bad sinner, but a sinner nonetheless.  But, she had been “saved” and so had her ticket to Heaven already punched, Hell couldn’t get her.
	But Heaven wouldn’t accept her, either.
	It made her a little sad.  A little pissed off, too.  Mostly (and mainly) at herself.
	She scuffed the ground, hands stuffed into her pockets.
	She couldn’t make out what the hymn was that was being sung.  She flung her head to clear loose wisps of long hair from her face.  Behind her somewhere she heard what sounded like 1950s rock music.  Off in the distance there was that curious sound that had haunted her earlier.
	Now, though, it filled her mind as being none other than a train’s horn, a whistle or whatever it was called.  One of those old timey trains, the steam locomotive type.
	The choir and congregation’s hymn singing overwhelmed and drowned out the train whistle.  Mandy scurried across the street.  Should she repent?  Could she?  Was it too late?
	She didn’t recall actually “opening” the door, she came to the cement steps, saw the closed door, noted the flower pots, a cat spraying the rain gutter, and then--
	She was in.  inside.  In the foyer.  A dark blue carpet there was.  Side tables left and right with flowers and literature and religious icons of this and that, a food basket under one of the tables.  There was a hall going left and right that emptied into the main area.  Mandy wondered if she was still “invisible” to sight.
	A young boy came out, wiping his nose (on his sleeve) and coughing.  He made no acknowledgement to Mandy’s presence.  He went to the water fountain in the corner, farted, and got himself a drink.  There, too, were the bathrooms/restrooms left and right at the end of the two short halls.  The boy went into the proper one.
	Mandy shuffled to it and paused a moment.  She could look out thru the small window in the door that opened to the nave, lots of peoples, 60 or so at least, in a house that would hold at least a 100 or so.  A large stage with a choir in blue and yellow robes.  White, black, Mexican, Indian all together singing, at least two dozen of them.
	Four deacons and the senior minister/pastor/reverend were seated left and right of the choir, in amongst the huge flower vases and religious icons.
	All seemed right to Mandy.
	The little boy who had gone into the bathroom hadn’t come out yet.
	Two guys came up to the door, Mandy stood out of the way and the two entered into the bathroom.  Young fellas, late teens.  Not too bad looking.  Neither noted Mandy.
	She sighed.
	She licked her lips.
	Still no sign of the young boy.
	The choir continued their singing.
	Mandy entered the MENS Room.

Hanky Panky
	The little was at the low to the floor urinals, just finishing peeing.  He was approx. 8 or so years young--very cute, too.  (or handsome)  Strangely, though, his ass was exposed.  He had his gray slacks and briefs down fully exposing all of his perfect lovely little butt!
	After peeing he zipped up and turned to the sink to wash up.
	At the other two urinals the other two fellows “played” (apparently) with THEIR fellows, whilst they peed.  They were all kinds of giggling and making unknown remarks.  After the younger fellow left, one of the older fellows leaned back some to allow the second a looksee.
	A looksee?
	Aye, a looksee at the first fellow’s fellow!
	They both checked one another’s fellow.
	They stroked their young fellows, finished peeing, and then stepped out to “cock-fight.”  Mandy raised her eyebrows.  Boys were SOOOOO fucking weird.  The boys sword played with their bones, mostly grinding and smacking one another before stroking the other’s schlong member.
	This action only prompted the two 14/15 year olds to step up CLOSE to one another and slip their hands down the other’s pants to squeeze ass flesh.
	Mandy had no idea why she was staying and watching.  No idea.
	They also kissed.
	That was repulsive to Mandy.  She wasn’t keen on watching girls kiss, either.  But was less enthused watching two BOYS do it.
	“Suck me, bitch!” piped one of the boys, Jerry.  He giggled and was blushing, the second boy, Kyle, obliged him and dropped to his knees.  He sized up the waggling cock before him, grinned, and then began working it.
	Up and down, squeeze the base, lick the head.
	Soon Kyle tongue rolled about the sensitive area of his friend’s prick, he still worked the stiff organ, taking his time.  Jerry had little time, he guided his teen hood into his friend’s mouth and pumped him.
	Kyle sucked.
	And sucked.
	The noise of the still singing choir and congregation suddenly erupted briefly.  The door of the main church body had opened--indicating someone had come out.  The boys quickly dashed back to their urinals (with Jerry working his crank in a masturbatory manner.)
	A man came into the bathroom.  He checked the two boys and the “boy” urinal and went into one of the two stalls.  Mandy didn’t want to stay, but somehow she felt compelled.
	The boys at the urinals continued exposing themselves to each other, as well as “reaching” around the partition to pat one another’s ass.  The man in the stall pissed a mighty river, farted loudly and then exited.  He washed his hands, farted again, and left.
	“Let’s go outside.” stated Kyle.  Jerry smiled and the boys made themselves scarce.   Mandy shook her head and decreed to herself that she didn’t need to see what they were going to do.
	She made use of the facilities, not remembering the last time she had had to pee or poop.  Was bodily functions necessary when dead?  She had thought when life ended that was it.  But maybe not.  She had thought that when you got to Heaven you no longer had the want or need for food or any sustenance, you had eternal life, a new body that was perfect.
	Maybe that wasn’t so if you wound up in Limbo or Purgatory--or wherever the hell she was.
	She could feel the cool seat of the toilet, she could feel herself peeing.  She could feel herself!  There was the water (from the wash basin) she could feel.  Were these things just a part of her mindset?  Going thru the motions she had done all her life where the things she did just a matter of habit?  And with that “habit” of eating, crapping, touching things because that was the norm her mind was used to?
	The choir had finished their singing, one of the deacons was up giving announcements.  Mandy stood just inside the double swinging doors.  For some reason she felt “uncomfortable.”  was it the religious reasoning, or just the people, the situation as a whole?
	She looked over the congregation, mostly seniors--elderly, one foot in the grave.  A few young peoples, and a mix of ages in groups.  To one side of her at the very end pew at the back wall, a nice couple with middle aged teen girls.  A grandfather type was on the other side of them, he looked out of place--well dressed--very well dressed, very groomed and distinguished.  He was regal.  Slender, bald with a ring of white.  Mandy figured him to be English.  Beside him sat a young girl about ten.
	On the left of Mandy was some rows of short pews, not very long as they were on the far-far left.  In the rear most pew sat a nice looking man, a gray sweater with yellow trim, he bore a beard that was well trimmed.  A full head of hair with a small gold loop earring in his right ear.
	He looked nice.  And harmless.
	Laying in his lap partly was a little girl.  A very little girl.  No more than three or so.  Mostly three.  She was asleep.  She wore a pink ruffled top with knit slacks, the kiddie kind.  Mandy looked away to the other parishioners then looked back to the nice man and his little girl.
	The Nice Man was consoling his daughter’s butt, that seemed okay.
	Another look away and then back.
	The Nice Man was patting the girl’s butt and Mandy noticed that a small portion of the child’s butt crack was visible.  It had been so before but Mandy hadn’t paid it any attention.  Until the Nice Man did.  Lightly his finger slipped under the child’s panty top hem and rubbed.
	Was it innocent?
	Nope!
	Mandy observed (closely) as on the sly, with a leg crossed up over the other so as to block any absolute “view” or even innocent viewing, the Nice Man eased more and more of his finger down the crack of his daughter’s ass crack.  The top of her white panties was very visible, her black knit slacks were ill fitting to her and needed to pulled up, or exchanged to a pair that actually fit better.
	Anyways, the child’s head rested in the Nice Man’s lap.  Slowly, on the sly still, Nice Man Daddy began moving his daughter’s head up and down (his bulge.)
	Mandy was aghast.
	But wait, there’s more!

	Daringly right in the pew Nice Man Daddy cupped his daughter’s ass, bare handedly.  He was damn close to whipping out his dick, too.  He was sweating and in a “bad way.”  At length the little girl stirred to an awakening state of being.  But that wasn’t an end to the molesting of her.  After some cuddling and normal daddy stuff, it was so noted the little angel with light brown hair, sleepy blue eyes, needed to go pee--she clutched at her crotch as a strong indication.
	There didn’t seem to be a “mommy” figure anywhere abouts, the Nice Man Daddy whisked his child out of the pew and to the bathroom.  HIS bathroom.
	Mandy, again, felt compelled to take a looksee.
	In a stall the daddy took his child, taking her black knit slacks and white panties down and sitting her on the toilet.  The child quickly began to pee.  Nice Man Daddy stood up, looked out into the bathroom and hauled out his massive fuck pole.
	The little girl giggled and grinned and immediately opened her mouth!  She was a pro--or at least experienced (with her daddy.)  She gripped the phallic with her hands and then began kissing the head before her very young lips engulfed the head.  Her daddy liked, a lot.
	He humped the child in the mouth and up side her face before stooping down, standing her up and wiping her young cunny with toilet paper.	  He cupped (copped) another feel of the little girl’s ass, dragged the back of his finger up and down her extremely innocent cunny before sitting her the toilet again, opening her legs and expressly viewing her.
	He soon tilted the child back, slipping off her pants and panties, resting her ankles up on his shoulder and ‘going down on her’ for his leisure.  
	He licked and licked, sucked and sucked and fingered.
	Mandy was appalled.  “You fucking scumbag!” she said aloud.
	Nothing.  The man paid her no heed.
	The little girl, though, looked right at her, placed her hands to her mouth and was in awe.
	Mandy looked behind her as if there might be someone else about.  Nope.  There wasn’t.  Mandy didn’t know what to do.  If anything.  
	The child’s father sat up, smacking his lips.
	Mandy couldn’t believe the scum was taking such risks inside a public bathroom!  But he was.  And more.  He turned his daughter around, she clutched the plumbing works to the toilet--her daddy stood and angled himself and pressed his manhood against her super soft ass cheeks.
	There was no penetration, but not for the lack of trying.  He humped and humped, grinded and poked.  He soon turned the child back around, sat her back on the toilet lid and spread her legs wide.  His manly prick went against her slit and he humped his fill until unloading.

Scumbags in the Midst
	Outside something familiar tickled (and tempted) Mandy’s nose.  Something familiar.  Very familiar.  Slowly walking about the scent leading her to the very rear of the narrow church Mandy found two young peoples smoking reefer.  A girl and a guy.  The girl was topless.  She had on a short pleated gray skirt.  Her panties were off on the well manicured lawn along with the boy’s pants and underwear.  They were getting high, drinking some beer, and doing what young teens like to do if and when they can get away with it.
	And they were.
	Mandy’s attention was distracted, taking her to the other side of the church.  Here she found Jerry and Kyle.  Butt naked, fucking.  Fucking and seriously making out--hands all over one another, groping and jerking one another off with occasional bouts of “bending over” and taking the friend’s cock up the ass.
	The boys pumped into one another’s ass seriously hard and with dynamic umph.  They sucked one another, balls, too.  Hands on one another’s ass, their tongues and noses up the other’s crack, rim jobbing one another.
	The stood and while deeply French Kissing one another, urinated on one another.

Scumbags; the Second Act
	In a pickup truck nearby the church a man sat nervously looking about.  With him in the front seat was a young girl, about nine years young, super nice looking child with dark raven hair. She was very-very sweet looking.  She was laid down in the seat, sucking off the daddy.  
	Her not so tight jeans were being inched down as the nervous daddy looked around for anyone too close to see.  The young girl didn’t seem to be distressed.  She had a grip on the daddy schlong and worked it quickly.  Her daddy worked her jeans down, panties, too.  It only intensified the stiffness of his prick.  When the clothes were out of the way enough he leaned down and began finger fucking his daughter’s poop chute.
	This action led to him unloading man cream into his daughter’s mouth.  The young girl gagged and choked some, but swallowed the goo nevertheless.  As her father’s cock softened she worked it, flopping it about in her young hands until it stiffened somewhat more.
	The girl sat up, smacking her lips, grinning.  She was sooooo cute.
	Her daddy’s dong was still somewhat soft.  The girl, “Carrie” worked her clothes down to her ankles and then off.  She sat in the seat facing her daddy, opening her legs and fingering her delicate poon.  The daddy was enticed.  He moaned, licked his lips, looked about nervously, closed his eyes and leaned down.
	Carrie’s legs opened wider, she sunk down further so as her daddy could get at her better; he began finger fucking her asshole with his finger while his tongue worked her slit.
	He made many yummy sounds as he worked her.  Carried pinched her nipples, bit her lip, and thrashed about in a worked up sexual manner.  Her daddy worked his crank and finally sat up, “Oh baby, I gotta put it in you.” he proclaimed.
	Carried scooted over.  Her daddy pulled off her little top and she was nude.  He then worked his jeans and underwear down, the steering wheel was already tilted up and out of the way; Carrie eased onto her daddy’s lap and his cock rested against her.
	They held one another for a moment (or two.)  The daddy caressing his naked daughter, cupping her naked ass and continuing to finger fuck her asshole.  Soon, though, she was rising up and the daddy’s cock disappeared into her body.
	Carrie’s little face screwed up, her mouth opened wide, her little body tightened and she shuddered as the length of the invading prong entered her where she peed from.  Her daddy worked her little body up and down until he was seated.
	Mandy couldn’t believe it.  She had seen men fuck little girls before, all had been mind boggling that such young girls could take a man’s cock.  It only furthered the notion that this was messed up--beyond belief.  It wasn’t real.

	In an older model pickup parked where the light didn’t come, a man stood wiping down a young girl.  Two boys were nearby drying themselves off.  All had come from a nearby creek.  A slight breeze there was in the air, there was another toot from the old locomotive somewhere far off.  Was that a sign?  Was Mandy supposed to go to it?
	She watched the man with a beard and too much hair.  He wore only swim trunks.  He bore a huge tattoo on his right arm, more were scattered actually all over his body.  He looked about nervously for security’s sake; the little girl about 5 he stripped down to the bare skin.  She shivered in the cool of the night air.  Curly blond hair, very small body.  The man looked about and Mandy could see that he had a bulge, a massive bulge in his black swim trunks.  The child stood on the running board of the pickup.
	The two boys, 8 and 10-ish, clambered into the truck’s cab via the open door where the man and little girl, their sister, occupied space.  A huge pile of clothes and what looked like camping gear was in the front seat.  The boys went to the far side and began stripping naked--giggling all the way.
	The man took another look around and slipped out his cock.  He took the little girl’s hand and had her work it.  Looking around some more the man hugged the little girl, patting her ass and fingering her pussy.  
	The child handled her daddy’s cock, squeezing the elongated member and then began to kiss the head.  The two boys playfully fussed with one another, farting (pretend) and being typical boys (albeit naked.)
	The daddy soon turned the little girl around and laid her into the truck onto the cracked worn vinyl seat.  The man’s hand took some time caressing the child’s ass flesh.  The cheeks were parted and her hole was closely examined.  He leaned in and began a tedious bout of replacing his “finger” with his cock; it moved all over the flesh, poking and gliding up and down the crack.
	At length, though, he turned the child about, her knees on the seat, her mouth about his prong.  The two brothers were now enticed and came nakedly up to their sister’s bouncing ass.  The oldest got his turn first, he seemed to go in with no effort at all.  Once in he pumped steadily, gripping his little sister’s ass and just going for it.
	The younger brother fondled himself and watched.
	The little girl didn’t seem distressed.  She sucked happily on her father’s cock until he unloaded a massive wad of man spunk.  The boy in her asshole pulled out, spanking his monkey and letting the younger brother take a turn.
	The daddy rubbed his softening schlong all over his sweet child’s face, still cumming, too.  The younger brother stuck his sister’s asshole and pumped vigorously just to fuck and get the “feeling” so sought after by all cocks.
	The boys were encouraged to “lick her hole” by their father.
	They did so.
	Mandy moved on.

I Didn’t Need to See That
	A small town burg, small town Americana.  A Midwestern type town, virtually everyone in town knew everyone.  There were get-togethers, socials; drive-bys without shooting someone.  Little League, Saturday nite at the movies w/o violence or sex--just the suggestion of it.  The malt shop was the focal point for the center of attention and served multiple purposes as a media outlet.
	There were chili cook-offs, county fairs, family picnic outings, the nearby mill were everyone worked.  Fishing and camping and very little crime of any kind.
	The chili cook-off.  It was a big to-do to be held the following day.
	Mandy walked down on the sidewalks, she was in a tither.  With herself.  Deeply confused and everything.  Sexual depravity seemed to fill her every waking move.  Was that a clue?  Was there a particular reason for it?  She began to wonder to herself if she were indeed having some sort of psychosis.  Perhaps a bump to the head, she had slipped on the floor at the pizzeria and was actually in the hospital unconscious and on the ‘trip’ of a lifetime.
	She came to an eatery.  It was closed.  Written in large block letters was many words about the chili cook-off and the county fair.  Mandy took note of some activity in the rear of the building.  She closed her eyes and suddenly--she was there!
	It was a green building, low light, and a dirty unkempt back alley.
	She could see into the back area of the establishment thru a screen door.  A low light was within.  It was a secondary kitchen of some sort, extra stores for the restaurant.
	A tall lanky man was washing a ton of dishes and cussing.
	County music blared out of the radio nearby.
	There was yet more activity.  A short dumpy man in serious need of a bath, a shave, a haircut, was fussing about checking a huge vat/pot of something bubbling within.  Chili.
	“Fucking Paul!” bitched the man washing the dishes.
	“Yeah, fucking asshole Paul!” amended the burly beefy dude.
	“Going to have to get back at that bastard!” said the man still washing the dishes.  “Stuck here while everyone else is out having a good time!”
	“Including him!” added the second man.  He stirred the huge vat of bubbling chili.
	“Best chili my ass!” he sparked.
	“Man, he’d be pissed if he lost!”
	“Ha!”
	“Hey!”
	“Hey what?”
	“We can MAKE him lose!”
	“How?”
	“He’d probably fucking blame us, but he couldn’t prove it!”
	“Whatever, ‘serves him fucking right for making us stay here and do these fucking dishes and watch over his precious fucking chili!”
	The men seemed upset.  Mandy hung lose for a moment, there was a kitty cat nearby noshing on something it had caught for its dinner.  There was more of a convo from the two men, Mandy missed some of it.
	“Yeah!” said the beefy pudgy fella.
	“Add a dash of this--!” smirked the tall goofy lanky fuck.  In his hand he had some sort of bottle.  He poured a smidgen of whatever into the precious batch of chili.  Then he dumped the whole thing and tossed the bottle into the trash.
	The pudgy man roared with laughter.
	“What else?” what else to add to the perfect prize winning chili seven years in a row that would spoil it for sure…
	The tall man perused a spice rack and thru the various other accouterments.  Suddenly, the pudgy man got the “dog doggie fucking” look, “Ut oh!” he cried out, “gotta go!” and he dashed off into the darkness down a hall.
	The tall man fondled his balls, scratched his ass, and made a selection.  He dumped an entire bottle of whatever herb into the batch of chili, gave it a stir, then spit into the vat.
	His companion returned, fanning the air behind him.  “Whew!” he exclaimed, “DON’T go in there!” he chided.
	“Jesus H Fucking Christ on a Stick!” bitched his friend, “What the fuck did you eat!” as the noxious odor from the bathroom--and quite possibly from the pudgy man himself.
	“Chuck-oh’s’s Blue Plate Special for dinner!”
	“Jesus Christ!” coughed-sputtered the lanky man.  He wiped his eyes and returned to the dishes.
	“What about Charlie’s chili?”
	“Fuck Charlie’s chili!” scoffed the tall man.
	“Well, I would but then I’d have a chili dick!” 
	Mandy rolled her eyes, so did the man stuck washing the dishes.
	“You gonna mop the fucking floor or do I gotta do THAT, too!?”
	“Alright, alright, chill out!”
	The pudgy man grabbed a nearby mop, and then--his eyes bulged and face went ashen.  “Gotta go!”
	“We aint never gonna get to go home if’in you keep bugging out to the sitter every five minutes!” bitched the dish washing man.
	“I had some of Charlie’s chili, too!” added the pudgy got-the-shits-man.
	“Figures.”
	“Ole Charlie would shit bricks golden if people ate his chili and got the shits!” added the man in the bathroom down the short hall.  More noxious odor came wafting down and filled the small back room.  Dish Washing Man coughed and sputtered, “My eyes!  My eyes!” he said almost to himself, he fumbled about in the near darkness and flung open the screen door, propping it open.  The cat noshing on its evening meal hissed at the man.  The Dish Washing Man stomped his feet and scattered the kitty.
	“Did you hear what I said?” Pudgy Man said coming back to the room, sweating and zipping up his ill-fitting jeans.
	“Yeah, yeah.” griped the other.
	“You think all that extra stuff we put in there will fuck up people?  Give them the shits?”
	“Naw, we’d have to put in more stuff or something that WOULD give the shits to people.”
	“Like laxatives or something?” 
	“Yeah!”
	“We no got.”	
	“Figures.”
	“I could shit in it!” 
	Dish Washing Man turned to his friend, “You sick fuck!”
	Pudgy Man giggled, it was just a joke.

	Minutes later and the Pudgy Man was naked, squatting over the vat grunting.  Mandy felt sickened, she couldn’t believe what she was seeing--and she couldn’t believe she was watching.  At least she didn’t see the man’s turds plopping from the man’s ass--that would be a bit much.  He made satisfying groans and moans as he unloaded loaf after loaf.
	When done and done, he stood and leaned against a wall for several minutes, sweating and grunting.  “I-I think that’s enough!” he said at last.
	“One more.” said his friend, the tall dish washing man ambled over, holding his nose, and was naked, too.  He masturbated a moment until he began to cum, a nice load of man spunk he drenched into the 20 gallons of special homemade chili.  He then urinated into the vat and spit in it again, too.
	Mandy moved on again…
Scumbags, the Second Cumming
	Wandering around was getting tiresome.  She wasn’t hungry and couldn’t remember when the last time she had anything to eat, or drink.  Was that a sign, or a simple oversight?  She could feel the ground/sidewalk beneath her feet, and she was wearing tennis shoes.  When did THAT happen?  She knew acquiring clothes from somewhere, but the shoes?  She didn’t remember the shoes.
	She didn’t let it bother her.  She had learned-or WAS learning, worrying or doting or contemplating or thinking about past crap was useless.  Worrying about ANYTHING only made you fucking crazy!
	She thought about looking for the two boys, Ted and Danny from the Dude Raunch.  She didn’t see them.  She saw nice people walking the streets, going from the Church to the Malt Shoppe, window shopping, holding hands and skipping.
	At another time, and place, Mandy would have looked upon the scene with disdain, displeasure, disgust.  But after all that she had been thru she had softened.  What she saw in the Midwestern Americana town made her wish she was actually a part of it.
	After crossing a small street letting onto the main drag she came to a hedge fence encircling a group of single story apartments.  She closed her eyes and suddenly she was IN one of those apartments!
	There was disorientation and a queasiness throughout her body.  It quickly passed and she looked around.  It was dark where she was, which was a hallway.  It slowly came to be more illuminated, but still dark.  Behind her a tv set was on in a small compact living room.  No one was there, though.
	There was a hall bathroom and someone in the shower.
	There was a closed door and a door askew.
	Mandy checked the “door askew.”
	A woman lay sprawled on a bed being doinked by a young teenage boy.  The woman was late 30s, not too tall, long curly black hair, long limbs, and deeply enthralled in being made love to by the long tall skinny blond haired youth doinking her.
	By a family photo on the wall and bedside, they were mother and son.
	Mandy was a little repulsed.
	Who was, then, in the shower?  The daddy?  A sister?  Aunt?  Grandma?
	Ewewewewe
	The tall long limbed naked youth was about 15 or so, very tan and very into shagging his mother.  The mother was as much into it as her son.  Their arms and legs akimbo, they flailed madly on the bed as they came into the finale of their illicit bliss.
	When done, the boy kissed his mother, deeply and very passionately.
	He fondled her breasts and continued with the pumping action of his cock jammed to the hilt (still) in the pussy that had bore him.  He strained, pumped furiously and then strained some more.
	The shower in the bathroom stopped.  
	The boy and his mother didn’t seem to care.  The mother’s hands went all over her nude son, mostly squeezing his ass.  The boy seemed enamored and enjoyed squeezing his mother’s bodacious breasts.  Slowly the boy withdrew from his mother’s cunt and somehow managed to glide up her body.  His cock was not totally spent, not soft.  It rested nicely between his mother’s mounds and the mother (Alice) gripped the slimey cunt pleasing cock and began tantalizing it some more, flicking her tongue to the cum squirting piss slit.
	This went on for several minutes before the boy (Tommy) began to do what he did best--shoot cum.  And surprisingly there was a lot of it!  A massive squirt load spewed forth from his prong and coated his mother’s face.  Alice gripped hard her son’s ass with one hand, the other gripped the head of his cock as he strained against her skin, unleashing more cum splatter.
	The hall bathroom door opened and there was light.  The light was switched off and someone had come out.  Mandy felt her feet firmly planted to the shag green carpet and couldn’t move to see who it was.  
	Tommy finally began to show signs of his sexual umph nose diving.
	His mother flailed her legs about, clenching her pussy which was still “on fire.”  Tommy humped and humped his mother’s tits until his cock just flat out softened and would do no more.  (for the time being)  He eased off of his mother’s sweaty body and sat on the edge of the bed.  His cock was too sensitive even for a “touch.”  
	His mother, Alice, quickly began to fingering her pussy into a furor.
	“Tommy--Tommy----” said his mother in a voice that was quavering.
	The boy turned his head, noted his mother still in a bad way and so he did what any loving son could do in such a situation--with a flaccid schlong.  He went down on his mother!
	Five minutes or so of cunt licking was enough to bring Tommy’s cock back to full strength.  He re-mounted his mother and stuffed her one more time.  He fucked furiously and quickly, grinding and gyrating, not just simply plowing his prick in and out like a rabid dog or as quick like a bunny, slow methodic pumps.  
	Sometimes Tommy brought his dick out and humped his mother’s cunt lips.  He tried for the “backdoor” entrance but his mother wasn’t into that and re-directed his naughty dong to the proper place.
	Tommy somehow managed to stretch their illicit relationship to a full ten minutes!  His cock would not be denied and he entered into the final throws of lovemaking.  His mother was entering into the same threshold and they pounded furiously until their was no more to give.
	Cum and sweat swathed them.  They lay still heaving on the sweat (and cum) soaked bed for several minutes.
	It was the mother who sought sleep and found it.
	Tommy sat up, ran his fingers through his hair, farted, humped his cock with his hand and stared at his naked mother for a long while.  Finally, though, the urge and need to pee overwhelmed him and he moved on weak trembling legs to the bathroom.
	He left the door open and straddled the toilet for a nice long pee.
	Looking into the mirror he determined that a simple face wash wouldn’t do it, he entered into the shower and steamed the place up. 
	Mandy peered into the living room, the long sofa was with its back to her, someone was in the middle watching tv, a female type someone as of the hair and hairstyle.  No movement from Alice, she was in zonkville.
	Tommy took nearly fifteen minutes in the shower.
	He emerged to find the girl from the living room sitting on the toilet.
	Mandy had watched her get up and disappear into a side room (kitchen).  She then came waltzing butt bare assed naked down the short hall.  Noticeably was the fact that her approx. 14-15 year old poon was bald, cleanly shaven, bikini waxed.  Nice breasts, not sagging too badly, almost “ski-sloped”-like.  Nicely tan was her body, full bodied dark brown hair, no blemishes or unsightly moles.
	Tommy’s dong took only a couple of seconds of gawking at her on the toilet to get hard.  The girl completed peeing, Tommy dried himself while getting a blowjob…
	The two moved into the living room.
	“You’re mom alright?” the girl, Daphne, asked.
	“Oh yeah, wore her out!” Tommy said with a sheepish smile.
	He was fairly good looking.  Fifteen years young and six foot two inches tall.  Daphne had sucked Tommy’s cock until she had gotten the “end result” of cocksucking.  She swallowed, wiped her cunny and then stood, embraced her tall lover and the two left the bathroom.
	On the sofa in the living room they watched an old black and white movie.  Tommy made some popcorn and got the two some sodas.  Forty-five minutes later and the mother (Alice) moved from her bed to the bathroom.  She shut the door.
	The toilet was heard to flush.
	Then the shower was to be going.
	Daphne sucked Tommy again and while the credits rolled on the movie they had just watched, Tommy noshed on his girlfriend’s cunt; the girl’s ass at the edge of the cushion, Tommy on his knees tongue pleasing the girlfriend’s cunt.  She tweaked her nipples and frigged her clit.
	At length Tommy’s cock was ready for one more activity.
		  
	Tommy was in his “second” cumming when Mandy awoke.  She awoke with a startle.  It wasn’t the vocalness of Tommy and his girlfriend thrashing on the sofa, it was something else.  It was elusive to Mandy for the moment, she sat up and found herself hungry.  And slightly horny.  Her pussy tingled--with eyes focused on Tommy’s sweaty ass as he bounced up and down, his balls slapping against Daphne’s body, Mandy felt the need creep up on her (again.)
	The sound of a train whistle blew into her mind.
	It frightened her.  It HAD meaning.  She didn’t know what the fuck it meant, but something.  Surely something.  Was she supposed to find out, to go look and see or what???
	The bathroom door opened and Tommy’s mother stepped out.  Mandy could just see her nude form, “Don’t forget about tomorrow, Tommy.” the woman said, her voice, her accent was very strange, almost like from New York, or south of New York.  (New Jersey)
	Tommy thrusted deeply into his girl and strained ridiculously and nodded to his mother.  Daphne clutched to Tom’s arms and pumped back.  She succumbed to a marvelous orgasm.  Mandy frigged her cunny and ‘relieved’ herself on the loveseat cushion she sat on.

	Daphne was asleep.  So was Tommy.  Mandy was sleepy, but couldn’t sleep.  She found that she could operate the remote control and switched off the tv.  She found it strange, very strange, that she could “touch” anything and feel it and operate it; but no one could “touch” her--unless she wanted them too…
	She didn’t understand.
	And she wasn’t so sure that she wanted to.
	On the sofa Tommy and Daphne lay naked together.  If she was a girlfriend and not related to either Alice or Tommy, why was she still in the apartment?  It was way after midnight, shouldn’t she be home elsewhere?  Mandy didn’t know the story, and didn’t care to, either.
	It was figured that her “ride” back to the dude ranch was long gone.  No need to go out in the chill of the night in search of.  It was warm in the apartment.  She felt the need to pee, though.  She made way to the bathroom and did just that.
	She then took a shower.
	She could feel the water, it was relaxing.  It was invigorating.  She frigged her cunny and brought herself almost to a climax.  In her mind there were suddenly the images of the boys from the mall (Chptr 19 pg. 13).  She was no better than that security scum, Richard.  No better.  So be it.
	But there was no little boys about for Mandy to get naughty with.
	Only Tommy.
	With older boys there was the dilemma/worry/concern of getting knocked up.  Could she get pregnant wherever it was she was?  How would she handle it?  She sighed, breathed, and dried off.
	In Alice’s bedroom the woman was still nude laying partly on her stomach sound to sleep.  In the living room Daphne lay on Tommy, both entwined in one another.  Mandy let them be and moved into the kitchen.
	Roast beef, meatballs, three types of cheese, crackers, and beer.
	Mandy helped herself.
	Quiet Solitude.  It was cause for reflection.  A time to reconsider, consider all things that had happened.  She couldn’t, though, fathom WHERE to begin!?  When had the goofy strange shit begun?  At the pizzeria?  Was she actually kidnapped, was there actually a cabin?  Maybe it was worse than that, maybe NONE of it was real!  Wow--that was a concept.  Maybe--nah, she firmly believed without a doubt she had had a life prior to the turmoil--whenever the hell it happened.