August Moone
Book 4
Still Tripping
Chapter Five
The Devil’s Splooge

	Whatever processed he didn’t know.  It was the freedom of the Minding Ability he supposed that gave him the more confidence to do the horrible things he had done, was doing, and would do.  Without it--he would be quite different.  He silently wised that he had had the ability in high school, junior high!  He had a long list of bitches he would have likened to have scored with.
	But he settled with the two German children.  He stripped them down himself, in the full coverage of bushes about some small boulders.  Elsa and Gunter were lovely.  Especially Elsa.  A dark haired girl, short styled, very pretty, innocent.  Down to her undies he brought the girl, typical normal bikini style panties.  He then stripped the boy down totally.
	Then down came his own pants as he sat on his knees.  He had the girl handle his cock, fondle his balls, and caress his ass.  To her own ass he fondled, outside her undies firstly and then inside them.  
	He enjoyed a precious few minutes merely stroking his cock while admiring the young girl.  Then, he laid Elsa down and removed her panties.  Thereafter he tongued her pussy and got serious about it.  Then his fingers worked her pussy, prepping for the ultimate sin.
	When his cock demanded sterner attention he laid it onto the girl and humped.  He took his time, he had time to give.  He humped the slit of the virgin pussy, caressing her chest that was extremely flat.  Soon, though, there was the coming of the ultimate debauchery; penetration.
	Despite being under mind control, Elsa whelped and cried out as several inches and man cock entering her gave her distress.  Forrest took his time deflowering the child, he wasn’t determinant, not to the point of “hurting” or seriously damaging her.
	It was time consuming but worth it--to Forrest anyways.  He plowed into the child’s cunny until there came the point of which it was easier.  He repeated the deed and finally unleashed a torrent of hot sticky gooey cum.
	He needed a rest, the cool refreshing waters of the dirt canal did the trick.  Using Elsa’s panties he cleaned her soiled pussy and then fingered her for a bit; the girl twisted and fussed but otherwise remained under Mind Control.
	Gently rolling the girl over he loved on her ass, squeezing the cheeks, smacking them, and finger fucking the asshole.  She was virginal there, too.  Time was getting on, he plugged the child’s backdoor, making only partial entry.  He mostly caressed the bum, running his hands up and down the sides and feeling quite invigorated.  He was too big to make full insertion, he pulled out and re-inserted into her pussy.
	To her young brother--he sucked on the boy’s wares and then got his sister to do likewise.  A massive headache nearly blinding him ceased any further action.  The earache deafening caused him to virtually flee, leaving the dumbfounded children to awaken in a most horrendous manner.

	There’s puking your guts up and then “there’s puking your guts up.”
	Forrest did both.
	He could barely concentrate, he felt incredibly seasick.
	Into his tent and onto his cot he went, stripping himself naked and laying very still.  Water he poured on himself for cool, but there was nothing to alleviate the earache and headache.  He was itchy, fidgety, ansy and hard to keep still.  He vomited a few more times and felt as if though he had actually passed out.  He wasn’t sure about it, though.
	When he DID awaken, he was filthy.  But the earache and headache had gone.  He washed himself off again and tried to think--what had caused such a calamity.  The joints of his fingers and ankles hurt terribly, there was a minute whine in his ears, like a pesky insect--but nothing too serious.
	Then he realized the time.
	He was supposed to be at a meeting with his captain and others.
	Hurriedly he flung himself into his clothes and scurried off into the direction of his Unit.  Along his way he took interest in the small squad of peoples out and about in the “meadow.”  Polizei (German Police) were apparently scouring the area.  Forrest hurried along a little faster, keeping out of sight.

	The meeting was long and it was boring.  He gave a fifteen minute verbal report and then sat out the remaining two hours he could have spent back in his tent sleeping.  He did get dinner out of the deal and praise for his accomplishments.
	He also was informed that he WOULD be getting extra staffing, he would be teaching newcomers to the field of OpFor how to operate, he would be in command of a squad, six-to-seven men/women.  He was not overly pleased by this--he had always deemed that his job was solitary.
	But there were perks to having a “staff”, he alone would be in charge--like it should be.  So his “underlings” would be doing the menial tasks.  It still annoyed him, he was a loner and preferred doing things on his own.  But that wasn’t the Army way.
	He snuck his way back to his camp, noting the flashing lights of the German police still in the town.  There was still the feeling of being slightly ill, he slept listlessly and at midnight it rained.
	He stood naked out in the rain; he made a decree--to serious curb his Mental usage.  
	Well, it was a nice thought anyways…

	After returning from the “field” and squaring away equipment, he laid off “unusual” activity for a while.  It lasted a week.  Then, on a Saturday he was invited to the Missionary’s House, for evening meal and worship.  Forrest was okay with the meal, not too crazy with the worship stuff.
	There were quite a few peoples at the missionary house, military personnel or relatives thereof.  Forrest easily disappeared and kept in the background being discreet.  There were “delights” at the gathering, but he was mainly (and mostly) interested in the three girls, daughters of the Missionary.
	The oldest, Judy, was seventeen and in her last year of high school, she was destined to return to the states to enter into college and peruse the same career line as her father.  Middle sister Jennifer was a cutey with golden hair, she was very slender and quite the inquisitive one.
	The youngest, Jolene, at ten, was another cutey, a little taller and bigger than most ten year old girls her age, but she was still desirable.
	There was too much of a risk to do another foolish, he had patience and would wait.  The two youngest ones went off to bed shortly before nine, the oldest remained up for a while longer.  Forrest so noted that she had a so-so boyfriend, a long tall lanky geeky dude.  When possible the two stole away together to be alone.  Forrest sneakingly sneaked to sneak upon them.
	They mostly held hands, pressed their bodies together and kissed.
	Nothing too dramatic.
	They seemed more bashful than anything else.
	It was food for thought.  He kept it in mind, among other things.
	It was a month before he returned to the Missionary House, he threw himself into his work, doinked the pregnant Lisa again, and toured the city and other surrounding neighboring German towns.  He became used to the environment and its peoples.  He picked up more and more of the language and culture.
	He found that in some respects it WAS easy to ditch the use of his Curse.  For a time he battled to curb the desire, ‘cause the desire was always high and the Subjects in his view were always desirable.  But with discipline he did manage to cease Minding Activities.
	Of course, this only lasted so long.
	Back at the Missionary House the temptation overpowered him.
	There were mitigating circumstances, too; like the house was virtually void of occupants.  It was one of those days, the Missionary himself was off with his good wife on errands and wouldn’t be back until late.  The Missionary’s daughters were there, though.  As were two other military members seeking solitude from the rigors of military life.  A young woman also in the military chilled out in the basement (converted into a playroom, a movie viewing room, a gathering-social room, with a stay-over bedroom crammed with a few bunk beds.)
	The Missionary’s girls so-so got along, on Forrest’s visit they were not so-so.  The oldest, Judy, was being a bitch to other two siblings.  This caused the two younger sibs to be bitchy to one another.  The other two military personnel got onto the girls as they were regular members to the missionary house.  Forrest was a so-so visitor.
	The ugly head of Debauchery arised and Forrest silenced them all.
	He put the two fellow soldiers to “sleep”, sending them off to the bunk room in the basement.  The female soldier he deemed he would deal with later, he put her to sleep, too.  Then, up stairs in the main room, the family room, he closed the drapes and curtains and checked the doors for security.
	He then stripped off his clothing and sat in a comfy chair facing the three girls he had just lined up.  He had Judy start, stripping off her clothes one at a time.  She was lovely.  Tall, slender, well built with a nice rack.  Great little ass, full of charm and hope, wonderment, and God.  When she got to her panties he stopped her.  She was pranced about--walking to and fro before him, bending over, laying on the carpeted floor, raising her legs doing the “bicycle exercise.”  She then got on all fours and slipped her stripped pink and white bikini panties down to her knees.
	Forrest’s cock was stiff, nice and stiff.  He smiled continuously and had the next girl in line “perform,” stripping out of her clothes to her panties only and walking about, bending over, spanking herself, and as she remained standing while bent over, slid her panties down to her knees.  Forrest so enjoyed seeing girls in this manner.
	He stared longingly to the girl’s bum hole, a light-light covering of poon pie fuzz covered her little snatch.  Forrest felt his balls surging as well as he cock ready to shoot liquid love.  He held off and directed the youngest girl to strip.
	For Jennifer he had her strip naked, just standing and peeling off her clothes and then stripping down.  He enjoyed THAT, too.  A nice little cunny, he brought her to him and placed her on his lap, his cock snug against her nakedness.  She was a virgin true and true, they all were.  Only Judy had the inkling of sexual desires.  Forbidden desires.
	He humped on Jennifer, and while doing so had Jolene squat down on Judy’s face; then Judy was instructed to begin “licking” Jolene’s cunny!  It was amazing.  Simply fucking amazing!  His cock very nearly made vaginal entry into the young ten year old Jennifer, somehow he managed to hold off and just hump the outside of her love entrance.  
	His fingers delved into her tight funk hole, squeezing her ass cheeks and loving on her body as a hole.  Then, when he could stand it no longer he sat the girl down and mounted Judy.
	Judy’s tongue action to her sister was good, she increased ten-fold with several inches of manhood slid into her pussy.  Her body involuntarily freaked out and went through all the emotions of lovemaking.  Jolene freaked out a little involuntarily, too; the sensation of having her young cunny tantalized was too much to ignore.
	Forrest drove into Judy as Sherman drove into Atlanta--dire damned determination.  He kissed on Jolene’s small bouncing mounds, drove his tongue into her mouth and focused on Judy’s own bouncy bettys.  
	Finally a torrential spasm of love exploded and Forrest was out of control of his faculties for a scant few moments.  (during which time the three sisters became slightly aware that something evil was afoot.)
	Forrest struggle to maintain his mind lock on the three, as well curb the headache that was rearing up as well as enjoy a sinsational orgasm. 
	Of course there were minor repercussions to the ordeal; the headache being foremost.  But there was Judy’s broken deflowered cunny to contend with, beings as he would undoubtedly wish to fuck the young girl again, he wanted her to be accessible and not shipped off to the states or locked in her bedroom as she would undoubtedly freak out upon discovery of her broken-in cunny or something like.
	His own cock was soiled and it displeased him, he so disliked the sight of blood--especially when he had a busting headache.  Into the bathroom he took the girl, cleaning her off as well as his soiled schlong.  Then, while there he fingered the teen’s asshole and while she braced against the counter top Forrest deftly made anal entry.
	It was just as virginal as her pussy had been.
	It was a serious tight fit, he loved squeezing her ass hips as he made the journey inward.  The sensation of penetration was beyond comprehension.  He did manage to make full entry, reaching around and fingering Judy’s pussy and grabbing her titties--he made several minutes linger into half an hour of butt bandit play.

	Jolene.  Jolene and Jennifer.  Though he desired highly to screw the two, to fuck their little virgin pussies, cram his way up their little virgin poop chutes, and cum off into their mouths--his cock wasn’t into it.  It had given its all to Judy.
	But he did finger the two younger siblings.  That was something.  He fingered them and licked them out and made them lick one another.  He enjoyed that greatly and it managed to get his cock re-stiffened.  It was in agony, as was his head(ache), but so be it.
	To Jolene he laid his pipe and humped her little pussy, not into her, just on the slit that was.  He cupped her ass and plowed her young slit to his delight, spilling his gooey seed into the trough thereafter.  
	He was virtually utterly exhausted.
	He gave Jennifer a lovely tongue lashing and then as she lay across his lap a spanking.  He loved her little ass and loved spanking it, his soiled aching cock pressed against her belly.  He had Judy and Jolene lay out on the floor before munching one another’s pussy.
	It was quite enjoyable.
	And would have been even more so save not for the damning headache.
	Then of course there was car door slam.
	Quickly like lightning he ushered the girls upstairs to their bedrooms and to dress when they got there.  He instilled at the last moment into their noggins that they had been playing with one another, sexually.  Masturbating themselves as well as each other.
	Though there was no time, Forrest discovered quite by accident that he DID have Q&A abilities.  He found that Judy liked to masturbate, but it was regarded as a “sin” so she curbed the activity and only did so when she was ultrally horny.
	Forrest feeling ultrally naughty instill into her mind that she should be sinfully “naughty” with her boyfriend.
	‘You like Rodney, don’t you?’
	‘Yes.’
	‘The next time you and Rodney are together, and alone, oh so alone, and you begin to kiss--let ole Rodney have a go at you.’  she was to wear a dress, no panties, no bra.  She was to let Rodney feel of her ass, her bare ass.  If Rodney didn’t do so on his own she was to help him, to take his hands down to her ass and let him find out the lack of panties.
	Then, with her body pressed against she was to detect the presence of a “woody”, a boner.  Thereafter, she was to fondle it, get a grip.  She would continue kissing, a deep liplock, not allowing Rodney to break free and to speak.  Finally, she was to get her hand inside his pants and go for his cock, with or without Rodney’s help.
	Out of her dress she would come, and into her pussy HE would come.

	Down the stairs he flew, not knowing if what he had implanted into Judy’s mind would stay or even be received--the girls’ parental units had returned bearing packages of groceries; he himself was quite naked still.
	He managed to dress and reawaken the sleeping soldiers, he copped a feel of the young lady and added her to his list of To Be Fucked.  He then feigned sleep himself and all was well.
	…except for the headache.

Too Much Information
	The headaches became more than a nuisance, they became debilitating.  So much so that at length Forrest went to not one but three different doctors.  The first one was an army doctor who merely prescribed aspirin and the like.  The second was a German doctor attached to the military and the third was a private doctor in the town.
	With the private doctor there were x-rays and the new fangled treatment of MRI.  Forrest wasn’t too keen on the notion of having his entire head zapped by radiation waves or whatever--actually magnetic resonance imaging (to be exact.)  But he had to know what the flippin’ fuck was going on!
	And what was going on was a piece of metal 1x1 inch was lodge into his brain cavity.  DEEP into his brain.  How or why wasn’t known--well, not rightly.  The German doctor was perplexed--as was Forrest.
	Then, Forrest made a nifty discovery on his own.
	He was working on a radio set, implementing a new way to foil his Units ability to communicate in the field--when adjusting the frequencies his headache come on and sent him into a blind debilitating state of being.
	The same sensation he had experienced previously returned--with a vengeance.  He lay still on the cool-cool cement floor for a long while totally paralyzed.  He could not see and/or hear let alone think.  He eas heaving to the point of retching and to the point of which he thought for sure he would be coughing up his balls nextly.
	With all his might he could summon he crawled back to his work table on his knees.  Barely could he see the radio he had been working on.  He shut it off, killing the power totally.  In doing so, almost instantly the pain in his head ceased to be!
	Hmmmmm
	There was a connection.

                                                    *****

A Little Intrigue
	Weeks were spent trying to decipher the connection.  It led him into deeper and deeper territory regarding his implantation--as that was indeed what the little 1x1 piece of metal was, an implantation.  Someone had implanted the metal object into his brain.
	What eluded him was the why.
	The void came to be filled when some weeks after figuring out how to basically shut off the infliction--by the use of a simple transistor radio, equipped with a few other odds and ends to ampulate radio frequencies, when a Government Suit arrived to the Unit.
	He wanted Staff Sergeant Forrest Finch.
	The Suit came equipped with papers, government papers signed by very high officials from the Pentagon.  Forrest had no choice, he was a government employee subject to high authorities.
	They didn’t go far, just to out of town to a neighboring German city.  Forrest asked a few times “what the fuck?” he got no response from the Suit.  ‘Time for a little ploy.’
	‘Pull over.’ he Minded to the driver, a German operating a BMW sedan non-descript.  Forrest also latched onto the Suit-flunky.
	‘Who are you?’
	“Lawrence Dinkman.”
	‘Occupation, who do you work for?’
	“CIA.”  naturally.
	Apparently the CIA was not aware that Forrest DID have Minding Abilities, as a result of the “accident.”  He was happy to know that the “accident” at least, was not staged.  What happened to him afterwards, though, was top secret.  Forrest got the impression that there was a lot more to what was going than what he knew, including the Suit-flunky.
	‘Where are you taking Sergeant Finch?’
	“Medical evaluation to see if Experimental Subject Finch has telekinesis or any other super natural minding abilities.”  sing pigeon, sing!

	Forrest wasn’t about to waltz blindedly into some medical laboratory.  That just wasn’t going to happen.  His singing pigeon told him all good stuff and that the “exam” was just to see how things were (or were not) progressing.
	‘Has the CIA been “following” Sergeant Finch?’
	“No, just keeping track of where he is with an occasional spot check.”
	Uh-huh
	The singing bird had no more info to sing about.  The rest of the info would have to come from wherever he was going.  He had a lot to chew on anyways; he was an experiment.  That didn’t make him too happy.  He had some sort of “device” lodged--no, surgically implanted into his noggin--by the CIA!  

	The medical lab was not a lab, nor was it remotely medical.
	It bordered along the lines of being interrogative.
	Forrest did ask his singing pigeon if there were “others” who had been experimented on.  The answer was yes.  Forrest further learned that they were not all successful, not to the degree that he was.
	When Forrest asked for clarification the Singing Pigeon didn’t know.
	Forrest was not pleased.
	And he was on guard when entering into the unknown of the German building that was also non-descript.  There were as many as five CIA-Suits within the building, six more roaming about nonchantly outside as patrol-guards.  As soon as he stepped inside the door and into a small “interrogation” room--he was on the floor withering in pain and dire discomfort.
	Not much did he know--except for the small transistor in his pocket.
	For a moment he feigned illness, pretending that he was still under the influence of his mental torment.  He heard a distinct voice,
	“Subject has undoubtedly built up a resistance to the implant.”
	“Removing the memory chip we can possibly see what the Subject has been doing.”
	There were other tidbits of info the CIA agents, or other governmental jackasses freely spat, but Forrest had heard enough.  He was not too particularly pleased to hear that the “removal” of the implant would surely end his life.  He was a walking experiment, pure & simple, the ultra secret governmental agency sought victims of accidents who were in the military.  In that manner they could easily be absorbed and explained away.
	No witnesses.
	The time had come, Forrest Minded with the group, and to make sure that they were not faking, he had them drop their pants AND underwear.
	Compliance!
	He asked one who seemed to be in charge if the room was bugged, was there a hidden video recording?
	There was, on both counts.
	Quickly he moved to the secret room, two men rushed out guns flashing.  Forrest Minded to them, one man faltered and fell, shooting himself in the groin.  That was bad.  The other man stood still, but Forrest noted he was taxing himself, holding a Mind Meld on the previous group and the two new men--then there were doors opening and the “security” roaming outside filled into the building.
	To say the least there was a little chaos.
	Getting out alive was his top priority.
	Continuing to Mind meld with the others released the “hold” he had on the previous group.  Chaos reigned supreme.  He came up with a .45 in his hand and began pulling the trigger indiscriminately.  He took a bullet to his shoulder and that only pissed him off to the max.
	Managing to shut out the blinding pain from the shoulder injury, Forrest focused on the remaining Unfriendlies--and promptly emptied the clip in the weapon.
	He didn’t kill them all, he found one of the Suits who was sort of in charge.  He pumped him for information, via the Minding thing.  Not much more than what he had already learnt from his singing pigeon--who was now dead.  But--apparently, there was a secret organization within the governmental realms to implant micro chips into the brains of unwary soldiers, and send them out.  The original thought was to see if they could be controlled via radio transmissions.  The thought there was to “guide” the soldier into being a better soldier--to at length to be able to see thru the soldier’s eyes and direct him/her into covert operations.  The soldier would ultimately be--expendable.
	So far that thought had failed.
	So the “experiments” were left to act on their own.
	There wasn’t much time, sirens he could hear, the local constabulary were making their way along as they had been drawn in by the gunshots.  His own gunshot bothered him, too.  
	One thing about the CIA and associative operatives, they never travel without packing, and/or packing explosives.  The video visual and vocal recording Forrest secured, there was a “copy” of his medical records in the secret Pentagon organization.  No other copies existed.  
	He was furious.  Pissed.  Angered.  Pissed some more.  To think that he had been used, violated.  Had the “chip implant” not been so, had he been so demoralizing?  He thought not.  He would have been as he had always been and kept the illicit fantasies to himself.

	There were as many as three polizei  cars zooming up to the house when Forrest sloughed his way out the backdoor, his left arm totally useless and bleeding.  He made it to the back gate and fell into the small well kept alley.  In his right hand that trembled he depressed the small clicker device.
	KA-FUCKA-BOOM!

	 He was in some kind of mess, that much he knew--for sure.  He couldn’t hear, barely could he see.  He crawled along the alley and rolled into a grassy ditch.  He could smell at least, the smell of fear.  And he WAS scared, how deep was he in now?
	Stiffness began to set up in his arm.  He could move his fingers, so that was a good thing.  He couldn’t tell but he felt as though the bullet had gone on thru.  That would be another good thing.
	How long he lay in the ditch he didn’t know, but night came on, he dozed off and slept some; was awakened by some noise or other he didn’t know.  The stiffness in his shoulder and arm had turned into pain and discomfort.  
	Thru the ditch he crawled until coming to where there was some water, after removing his shirt he found extreme pain and discomfort, but the puddled water was cool and refreshing and helped soothe him greatly.
	He made a bit of a tourniquet and moved on.

	Realizing that he must look a fright he “barrowed” some clothes hanging on a wash line.  He heard a dog barking from the front yard so he didn’t tarry.  He didn’t go far when his energy reserves were depleted once more and he sought sleep.
	Sleeping shirtless in dew laden grass was not the best thing to do, but exhausted as he was he didn’t care.  Come the morning he awoke dazed, lightheaded, a very ill.  He looked a fright despite his attempts with new clothes.  Crawling up out of the ditch he came face to face with a small brown longhaired Dachshund.  It was leashed to a slightly tall thin wiry German elderly gentleman in a blazer and gray slacks. 
	“Guten Morgen.” Forrest said in his best German.
	The old man didn’t respond.”
	“Uh, Ich brauche einen Arzt ; Ich bin krank.”
	The eyes of the old man told him that he wasn’t fooling no one, Forrest didn’t have the accent, he wasn’t German.  The old man didn’t know what he was up to.
	“Uhm, how’s about--er, die Kirche?”
	The old man finally made acknowledgement and point a long bony finger down the alleyway.  Forrest could see the steeple of the church.
	“Leben Sie wohl!” Forrest said in goodbyeing the non-talkative fart.  He stumbled his way along, not being able to locate a doctor, a church would do in a pinch.  He hoped.  He hoped the same confidentiality laws that existed in the States were the same elsewhere, like in the middle of Deutschland!
	The first one was fat, the second one tall and skinny.  They eyed him as he stumbled up the narrow walkway to the back door.   The tall one opened the door for him, beckoning him to come in, but eyeing him cautiously.  The fat one greeted him warmly.  The smell of breakfast cooking wafted into his nostrils and warmed him greatly.
	“Guten Morgen,” he began again, “Ich heisse Forrest.” giving them his real name he new was a fuck up, but it blurted out anyways.
	The two German priests looked to one another.
	The fat one looked curiously to his wound.  
	“Ich habe mich verirrt.”
	The two Germans looked to one another again, then the fat one said, 
	“But now you are found!”
	Forrest, upon reflection, realized that he had said, “I am lost.” instead of “Bitte, konnen Sie mir helfen?”  (Please, can you help me?)
	The fat one spoke English and spoke it well.  The tall skinny fart spoke French and Russian, no English.
	He was asked if he was American.  Forrest nodded that it was so, no use lying to them, German or not, they were still priests.  Then he was asked if he was in the military.
	Forrest shook his head No on that one.
	The fat one smiled and leaned forward, and tinkled the dog tags dangling about Forrest’s neck.  Forrest looked sheepish and ashamed.
	The tall one fetched hot coffee and donuts, the fat one attended to Forrest’s wound.  Forrest kept quiet, he prayed to himself and tried to sound sincere.
	“Are you AWOL?” asked the fat one.
	Forrest looked to him and shook his head, “Nein, er, I mean, no, I’m just--uh, a little misplaced.”
	There was a twinkle in the fat priest’s eyes, and a smile.
	With the attention to Forrest’s wound complete there was breakfast, served by the underling, the tall skinny priest.
	Forrest wondered if the fat one would ask about the “explosion”.
	But he did not.
	They had breakfast and Forrest was gently guided to a small room containing a washbasin and a bed.  Forrest thanked the old fat priest and washed his face, then sat on the bed.  What was he to do now?  Could he return to his Unit, could it be that simple?
	He didn’t know, he didn’t have a clear mind.
	Feeling incredibly tired he did swing his legs up onto the bed, kicked off his boots and laid out.  Sleep came easily moments later.  He sighed and yawned and welcomed it.

                                                     ****

	“Du bist sehr hubsch.” he said with a smile.
	The little girl twirled her light brown hair looked up to him smiling curiously.  The morning’s sunlight gently washed her in a fine glow.
	“Wie heissen Sie?”
	The girl had smiled at his previous comment of her being pretty, the smile disappeared when asked of her name.
	“Ich heisse Forrest,” again giving out his name before thinking clearly, “Wo wohnen Sie?”
	The little girl of ten or so turned to one side and pointed across well kept lawns that belonged to no one to a row of quintessential German homes.  It was too out in the open with other early morning peoples roaming about to do anything too foolish.  He knew talking to the girl in her native language wasn’t fooling her--inasmuch as he had failed to fool the fat priest.
	It was early morning, the sun was just coming up.  The smells of the German town filled him.  An hour or so before the dawn Brother Hans came bearing a tray of breakfast.  After breakfast Father Francis checked the wound, re-dressed it, and asked if he (Forrest) knew anything of the “explosion” in the town?
	Forrest did his best to look stupid, and it seemed as though again he wasn’t fooling anybody.  
	“Would you like to confess?” offered the priest.
	Forrest was in a pickle, he didn’t want any lingering information about his “visit” to rest on anyone’s mind.  That just wouldn’t do.
	“Uh, Father, you-you don’t understand,” he began to sweat and fret.  He rolled his eyes and looked to his wound.  How was he to explain that?  Licking his lips he looked to the fat priest; then, with a sigh and shaking his head, “Father, forgive me, I-I--uhm, it’s a matter of love, not terrorism.”
	“I’m sorry, love?”
	“Yes, uh--I’m the victim of being in love with a fraulein, er, uhm, she’s actually--” the priest’s eyes beamed and nodded in understandment.
	“Yeah, and I didn’t know, you see, uhm--I didn’t know she was married.”
	“And her husband found you?”
	He nodded, the priest jovially chuckled and shook his head.
	Forrest felt assured that his tale satisfied the rolly German that he was on the up and up and NOT involved in the building destruction in the town.  That freed him up to get moving on.  He was signed out of his Unit “until further notice.”  He could easily sign himself back in and return to duties.  

	Again he told the little girl that she was pretty, he asked of her name, again, and this time she replied, “Gretchen.”  a nice typical German name.  He smiled and patted her on her head and went along his way, he had some 30 miles to cover to return to his Unit…

Turmoil In Deutschland
	Being a military man he was used to walking, er, marching.  Long marches he had endured, too.  It was some thirty miles (according to Father Francis) to the place of which he lived.  He was shown a map and got the general idea.  The good priest offered to secure for him a “ride”, a bus would be along around noon, but Forrest wanted to be gone, there were numerous Polizei and other assorted special police plus military and non-officials roaming about.  He slinked out of town going cross-country.

Derailment
	He figured he made the first ten miles in good time.  He had a little cash with him, Father Francis had given him some German marks, as well as a small knapsack of food and drink, and blessings.  Forrest had made a mental note to re-pay the good priest--he had learned that the Polizei had come to the small town church but Father Francis told them that no strangers had he seen.
	Going cross country helped conceal his travels.  He met no one and saw no one.  There were meadows and flat fields and woods.  Some creeks and farmer’s fields, light woods and dense ones, a couple small hills, and lush-lush greenery all around.
	In the knapsack he found a bottle of wine, some hard cheese, crackers, bologna, and salami.  There, too, were some grapes and plums.  He shucked his clothes and let his feet dangling in a cool spring and had his lunch.  It was like a little mini vacation! 
	He dwelled on the repercussions, though, of the fiasco with the Agents of American Secrecy.  As far as he knew there were no survivors, but--was that the end of it?  Who in the Pentagon (or wherever) had his records?  Where had he been taken to have the “surgery?”
	After lunch and a wee bit of a skinny dip, he walked nakedly thru the woods ah natural to dry off the Mother Nature way.  He figured he would make return to his base Unit by the morrow.  He was in no hurry, he could “fix” whatever went wrong or got too suspicious.  But he didn’t think it would, his CO had seen the orders relieving Forrest of duties for an “unknown specified” amount of time.  It meant his narrow ass was the Secret Agency for as however long they wished.
	His thoughts were distracted by sights and sounds.
	The sounds were the voices of children.
	The sight was OF those children.
	After picking his way through some thick overgrowth of forest shrubs and mini trees he came upon a curious thing, a set of tracks.  OLD tracks, no longer used railroad tracks, they were mostly buried in the forest soil and rusting, too.
	Picking his way thru onward he found where there was a small clearing, the long abandoned tracks went thru the clearing, and sitting on the tracks was a derelict train car, more to the point to be exact a caboose.
	Four children were at play, although it seemed as two of the children were not overly friendly, two were brother and sister, and there were two who were sisters.  The girls were in short skirts, private school attire, the boys in private school short pants.
	Forrest’s interest in them was piqued when the single boy (about ten) sneaked off to one side and whipped out his little German schlong.  He began to pee.  Up in the caboose one of the three girls peeked at him, trying to see him.
	Then, when the lad had finished, Forrest saw him masturbating.
	Forrest was pleased.
	Slowly he approached, sighting in on the children, the oldest seemed to be approx. fifteen, the youngest was the young peeing-masturbating boy who was about ten.  The others were two girls about the same at twelve.  There seemed to be some sort of animosity between the two pre-teens, at first Forrest thought they to be the siblings enduring typical sibling rivalry and such.  
	But they weren’t.
	As he “enveloped” each child he learned their names and relationship.
	Maria was the oldest at fifteen.  Her sister Laura was twelve.  Katharina was twelve, also; her peeing-masturbating brother was Wilhelm and he was ten.  They were all friends, although there was an on-going tiff between Laura and Katharina.
	Forrest also noted that his “lock” on the group was different.  Though lo he could “hold” them to his will, there was something a little different, the hold-lock was not 100%.  They seemed to have their own will.  Blanking their young minds out was no longer available.  Oh well…
	He was able to control them enough, he was satisfied with that and directed them all to enter into the caboose.  Inside it was not so clean, but time had cause for that; well weathered.  The paint was cracking and peeling and once had been something of a turquoise color.  Perhaps not…
	A bathroom that was Godawfully smelly.  There was a bunk bed on each side, the top bunks were in the ‘UP’ position, locked.  There was a stair up to where a conductor/brakeman had once sat.  A pot bellied stove and a small two burner wood stove.
	The children were apprehensive with the oldest one seemingly trying to figure out what was going on.  Forrest checked her, he checked them all.  They were his to command, they were just a little more ‘aware’ of their unique situation than others had been.
	That was okay by him.  
	‘Take off your clothes, er, just down to your panties.’ he commanded via Mind link to Maria.  The tall German girl tossed her had about, squeezed her eyes tightly shut and tried to fling off the invading thought.  She, too, tried to stare at the Invader who had given the command.  Whether or not anything became concrete as far as capturing the Invader’s picture or not wasn’t known.  Forrest didn’t care.
	Slowly Maria began to undress.  Much to the awe and dismay of the others.  The boy, Wilhelm, stared wide eyed and with mouth open.  His sister was shocked and then when she noticed her brother looking she tried to punch him, gouge him, cover his eyes, but was quickly halted from doing so.
	Laura stared, too; in total unbelievable disbelief.  But like her stripping sister, there was nothing that she could do.  Maria undressed down to her panties, her fifteen year old bosoms were nice, very nice--full, supple, round cantaloupes.  Soft-supple skin, perfect.  Her ass was a great treasure, small and delicate.  Long flowing hair of raven dark down to the curve of her back.  She was a treasure, a beauty unknown.  A face of calmness, soft and flat with only the nose protruding ever so gently and delicately.
	Full brief panties she wore, a nice full “crotch” there was between her legs.  A flat tummy, lovely legs, lovely all over.  Forrest was pleased, very well pleased.
	‘Sit on the bunk.’ he commanded of her.
	Maria gulped and tried not to comply, but inasmuch as she had tried to rebuke the command to “strip” she failed and found herself complying, turning about and hopping up onto the bunk bed.  The mattress was old and bare and not too clean.
	‘Lay back, pull you legs back with you.’
	In doing so Maria shed tears, her confused sister Laura did likewise.
	Katharina and Wilhelm stared, gulped, and eyed their friend in her undignified position.
	Forrest’s attention then focused on the others.
	To Laura and Katharina they were commanded to undress Wilhelm.
	None of the three cared for that, although Wilhelm was not too overly fretting about it.  It was embarrassing more than anything else.  Time to institute that wondrous Q&A ability.
	Forrest’s Q&A was mostly aimed at young Wilhelm,
	‘Have you seen your sister (Katharina) naked?’
	“Yes.” the boy timidly answered aloud.
	To wit his sister in question raised an eyebrow.
	‘Are you aware of your brother seeing you naked?’
	“No.” Katharina replied.
	‘Do you play with your sister’s panties?’
	A resounding “YES!”
	‘Do you masturbate thinking of your sister?’
	Another resounding “YES!”
	Of which his sister became a little irate.  Of which alerted Forrest to the fact that the sister, and yea all off the children, could “hear” the Q&A in progress.  Well, no matter, he didn’t care.
	He went on with the questioning, learning this and that--young Wilhelm enjoyed spying on his sister when she bathed, changed clothes, or fingered herself.  He mostly got to see her more freely as she pranced about in her underwear--that was more acceptable.
	Katharina was beside herself with rage.  “You little shit!” she cried out--in German.  Young Wilhelm knew he was in trouble, DEEP trouble, he could only shrug and stand naked with a slightly growing boner before them.
	Then, Katharina and Laura stripped down.
	Slowly, one piece of clothing at a time, just to their panties.
	Wilhelm’s penis grew more and more and more.  For ten the youngster had a nice five incher.  His balls were mostly void of pubes, though, his skin smooth and just as virtually hairless.
	His lovely young naked (near naked) sister and friend Laura stood in their panties, their young budding bosoms were nice, Laura’s were “ski-slope-like” and rather smallish, while sister Katharina had small apple-like breasts.
	Katharina had the blond hair, to her shoulders.  She was “bossy”, defiant and charming just the same--she had her parents wrapped about her finger and got whatever she wanted--her parents owned a popular store in a town nearby, frequented by tourists.  
	Laura was a tomboy, shorter by a few cunt hairs than Katharina, rugged with small intricate features that would someday blossom her into a fine young attractive young lady.  Someday.
	Standing in their undies they were so bad anyways.
	Katharina was ordered up onto the opposite bunk and to lay back like friend Maria was.  Laura was ordered to lower her panties and stand naked, with her hands to her sides.  Wilhelm became more and more aroused, his young pud was stretched to the very limit.
	Then, for added excitement, young Wilhelm was pressed into taking his sister’s panties off--with his teeth!  The boy leaned in and nipped the crotch of Katharina’s basic white panties and pulled them down her legs.  He then did likewise to Maria.
	Then, he collected all the clothes and stepped out onto the back “porch” area and dumped the clothes over.  He then returned, shutting the door and stood with an erection that would make a horse do a double-take.
	Then, Katharina laid out on the funky old mattress and Laura crawled atop of her, sitting on her friend’s face and facing her feet.  She laid down and began licking Katharina’s pussy--though lo she tried to resist.  Katharina had the task to do likewise.
	Kathy rubbed on Laura’s ass, smacking it and pulling the cheeks apart, her tongue darting into Laura’s virgin slit and flicking up to her equally virgin poop chute.
	Wilhelm was in fits.  He got to lean in and see the action close up and personal-like--both ends!  Meanwhile, Maria was turned to lay out on the mattress she lay on, and the Intruder undressed himself.
	He DID stare at Wilhelm, his naked ass.  Katharina flopped her legs to and fro, Laura’s tongue doing a nice job licking virgin pussy.  Forrest licked on Maria’s virgin pussy, drove his finger into her asshole and then mounted her.
	Needless to say, the young teen freaked out, she shuddered and tried relentlessly to fight off the assault.  But inasmuch as her sister and friend could not, nor could she.  Instinctively she parted her legs, the pain in her pussy being dramatically breeched was insurmountable.  
	The pain was replaced by some semblance of pleasure, once the discomfort of being “raped” had passed.  Forrest gently entered her fully and then began a moving fuck spree.  Maria clenched the mattress and endured.
	Forrest looked to the awestruck Wilhelm and the two girls who had paused in their cunnilingus, ‘Get on the bunk, stuff Laura’s asshole.’
	Timidly--very timidly, Wilhelm complied, climbing onto the bunk, his cock now some six inches at least, happily waggling before him, his hairless balls snug tight against his body.  His sister was commanded to caress his ass, and then suck on his balls while guiding his cock into Laura’s asshole.
	All three were a little apprehensive about the hellish deed.
	It was inconceivable if not unfuckingbelievable!
	Maria turned her head to watch, her Tormentor drove into her continuously, bringing her to the brink of orgasm--and then beyond.  The shy comely girl forgot herself and “fucked” back.  For a few scant hellish moments she “enjoyed” the ordeal.
	
	Wilhelm gulped and was awash in sex sweat (and fear) as he sat on his knees between Maria’s legs.  Her pussy had just been cleaned from being “broken-in”.  Behind him was the naked Intruder, his cock freshly pulled from Maria’s pussy now rested gooey-like against his ass.
	The boy was commanded to stuff Maria’s pussy.
	He had stuffed Laura’s asshole, his balls had been sucked on by his sister underneath Laura, his mind was in sensual overload.  The girls were still noshing on one another, crying and blubbering some, but their tongues still flicking into one another’s cunnies.
	Wilhelm positioned himself, his cock still mightily hard.
	Maria clenched the mattress and was in awe as the young boy’s abnormally lengthy schlong slid into her crevice.  
	‘Clench his ass.’
	As she did so the Tormentor caressed the boy’s ass, too; a finger probing the lad’s tight anus, fondling his barely there hairy balls.  As the boy got into the grove of fucking Maria, Forrest turned them onto their side and lay behind Maria.  His hand traveled up and down the girl’s nude, body, tweaking her nipples, spanking her hips, and probing her poop chute.
	Laura and Katharina ceased their cunnilingus on one another to watch the “double penetration” going on on the other bunk.  Maria was practically out of mind--it was too overwhelming what was happening.  The man behind her entered into orgasm, though, in quick time.  
	He remained behind her, resting, but still caressing Maria’s body while young Wilhelm continued fucking.  At ten, though, the boy was unlikely to achieve proper orgasm, just the feeling.
	The two cunt lickers froze as the Tormentor locked eyes on them.
	Laura, on top, sat up--as per commanded to do so.  Their Tormentor began a bout of fingering Katharina’s tongue licked cunny.  She fidgeted and fretted, the dark green eyes of the Tormentor locked on Laura’s virtually hairless little cunny.
	‘Keep licking her pussy.’ Forrest commanded of Katharina.  The young girl fretted and slightly bitched but began flicking her tongue to Laura’s twat.  Forrest himself fingered and probed Katharina’s twat, then motioned for Wilhelm to come over.
	His sister tensed up, latching onto Laura’s cunt as her pussy was penetrated by her brother.
	Her brother’s asshole was penetrated, too--their Tormentor had gone from fingering his poop chute to filling it with his massive cock head.  Dire determination forced the issue and anal penetration was happening.
	Wilhelm paused now and then as he was buggered, deeply.  The Tormentor humped him for several minutes before finally pulling out and spanking his young ass with his cock.  Maria still on the other bunk lay fingering her pussy and weeping as she watched.
	Finally, the boy was commanded to hold his one of his sister’s legs back while Laura held the other, still occupying Katharina’s face.  The Tormentor then began sliding his cock into Katharina’s freshly broken-in cunny.  His cock was manly and she clenched the mattress, breathing hot breath into Laura’s well licked cunt.

	Several enduring minutes there was before the Tormentor finally unleashed a healthy torrent of man juice.  He languished there (in the pussy) for a few minutes before withdrawing fully.
	‘Do you wanna suck MY cock?’ he asked of Laura.
	The question was directed to Laura.  She looked to the soiled cock freshly pulled from Katharina’s pussy.  She shook her head and made a face, ‘Fine, then,’ he Minded to her, ‘such HIS.’
	Wilhelm gulped, so did Laura.  Some choice, but Wilhelm’s didn’t seem to be as bad as the Tormentor’s.  both, though, were equally nasty and she heaved, retched, gagged, choked, and very nearly hurled.
	While she slurped schlong, the Tormentor changed his position.  He moved to be around Laura’s rear.  He finger probed her asshole, pushing her down with her mouth still latched onto Wilhelm.  He had Katharina suck on his very hairy balls and caress his ass; then she had to hold Laura’s ass cheeks open while the Tormentor entered into Laura’s hole.

                                                     *****

	It looked like the quintessential barn, apropos for either a setting in America or Germany, or any farm setting in lush landscape.  Evening type time was setting, how far he had actually come he didn’t know, how far he had to go he didn’t know.  He knew his dogs were barking, his back ache, his balls--in business for themselves.
	After leaving the caboose & the naked well fucked out children he struck out going on his prescribed course (at a quickened pace.)  He had put them in new positions:  Katharina and Maria 69ing one another, as well as anal exploration with tongue and finger.  Wilhelm laying on Laura simple fucking with sodomy, too.
	Forrest then gathered the children’s clothes and scattered them in the woods--then scurried on his way.
	
	The heavy scent of pig shit wafted in the air, in the late of the day the scent was a little overwhelming, he couldn’t imagine what it would be like in the heat of the day!  But it did remind him of home; on his way to school while living in the country he had passed by a pig sty, the pen was right along the path.  Overgrown weeds and such surrounded the sty and two large oinkers lived there.  One was friendly, the other was not.  
	Some memories, those had been better times.  
	The heavy scent of pig shit brought him back.
	He was about to avoid the place all together, there was no going back once you’ve gone forward.  (say, that was very profound!)  Seeing two children dashing into the barn, though, perked his interest and he slipped about sneakingly to see what was what.
	…which was pure naughtiness.
	By the time he had gotten a good spot along side the back end of the barn facing the thick woods, and the knot hole of which to peek through, naughtiness was already in progress.
	The boy seemed to be in the “begging” mode;
	“Please?” he whined.
	The girl flopped herself down onto a bale of hay.  She was frumpy little thing, kinda prissy and lots of domineering.  She was pretty, blond hair in pigtail curls.  A short upturned nose, she had a two-face--stern fifty percent of the time and incredibly charming the other fifty percent.	
	She was in a farmer’s dress, with an undergarment, ruffled frills and lace, pink in color.  Her brother was in farmer’s brown corduroy jeans with a simple shirt.  The pants were held up by suspenders.  The suspenders he pushed off and rubbed himself hard.
	“Please?” he whined again.
	The girl, who was some years older and obviously in control, pursed her lips with arms crossed, thinking.
	“I don’t know…” she said, (in German), she mulled and watched her brother’s antics--prancing while standing in place; he was in agony.
	“Please!  Please, Netti?” the boy whined some more.  He was dark haired, a very rounded face, about ten-ish; his sister twelve-ish.
	“All right,” Netti said at last, “take off YOUR clothes, first.”
	Forrest’s attention was highly piqued.

	Jakob was out of his clothes in quick time, standing skin raw before his sister was a rail on.  “Let me see you play with it.” Netti asked of her young hard-up horny brother.  The boy complied somewhat agreeably.
	Forrest wondered something; he felt pretty good so it was worth a chance:  ‘turn around.’ just a subtle small command.
	Surprisingly the boy did so.  There was no reaction from his sister, just a little “awed” was all.  
	After turning about, the boy unknowingly bent over and spread his cheeks, giving in essence his sister a BA (bare ass).
	His sister was not overly amused and frowned on his silly doing.
	She reached out quickly and smacked his bare ass.  The boy shot up rubbing his inflicted ass, a little confused; he whirled about and faced her.
	A smile was etched on the girl’s face, “Come here.” she told him.  Semi reluctantly and still rubbing his butt he did so.  On their own, Netti had brother Jackob lay across her lap.  Once done she smoothed her hand over his bum, his arse; before applying several hard smacks.
	When Jakob’s ass was searing tomato red she let him up.  He was crying some, his boner dropping.  Forrest focused on the girl, ‘grip his dick, fondle his balls, rub his ass.’
	Compliance!
	Jakob ceased his crying and was awed himself when Netti began masturbating him and fondling his balls.  When she went to her knees and engulfed his prong he was “blown away!”
	Forrest “released” her mind back to herself, she shook her head and digested what she had just done.  She had never done such before--but not that she hadn’t thought about it--it was just a detestable thing to consider.
	Then, on her own, she began peeling out of her clothes.
	There was an underlayer full slip and tee-shirt bra contraption, too.
	Full brief pinkish undies.
	She stood and had Jakob slid her panties down--all on her own.
	When the undies were at her ankles she sat on the hay bale and the boy eased the garment off.  His eyes went from the lovely panty in his hand to her lovely crotch between her legs.  His tongue lolled, his cock became incredibly stiff and pulsated.
	“Lick me.” she commanded (again, on her own.)
	The boy readily went down on his sister--he had done this before, though.  He also jammed his finger into her asshole.  Netti bit her lips and clenched the hay bale as she was tongued out.  Her nipples began to perk up and began quite stiff.  She fidgeted on the hay and almost humped herself into her brother.
	‘Are you a virgin?’ Forrest asked of her mind.
	She nodded her response.
	‘Has brother Jakob ever put his penis in your butt?’
	This was an astonishing ‘NIEN!’
	Jakob continued his cunnilingus on his sister until such time as he was about to bust.  Forrest instituted into Netti to be calm and accept her brother’s prong.  Jakob was beyond himself as he finally was able to “mount” his sister and stick her.
	She had let him “hump” on her, to grind; she had him in past times lick/kiss her ass.  She had in past times sit on the hay bale with legs open and masturbate.  They often watched one another pee (in the woods.)
	There was some disturbance in the doing of the sibling coupling, but it was a done deal just the same.  Jakob slid his boyhood into his sister with a grunt and a groan; Netti moaned and cried out as she was breeched.
	The deed lasted just moments, Jakob pulled out and humped Netti’s pussy, she pushed him off and was a little angered.  Her pussy was on fire, it was bloody, she was pissed.
	‘Settle down!’ Forrest commanded.
	Netti slowly complied.
	Both kids were affected, to be calm and “oblivious” to the stranger who came in with them.
	Using the girl’s own panties he cleaned her pussy off, fingered it in a rubbing manner and drove his tongue into her mouth.  His free hand began tweaking her nipples.  His pussy fingering hand cupped her ass to the point of opening her legs, laying her back on the hay while undressing himself.
	His cock was already getting worn out from the recent shagging of the caboose children, but it surged to full bore and bore into Netti’s lovely young pussy just the same.  She yelped out loud and then stared up to the rafters above as she was plowed.
	The sensation of screwing the young girl was marvelous; inasmuch as it had been with Laura and Katharina, and Maria.  Their young pussies had been a marvelous adventure, breaking them in and filling them to absolute capacity and humping to the max.  THEN, their assholes; just as tight and just as pleasing to fill.

	His cum shooter shot loads and gobs into Netti’s sweet snatch.  His his fluttered and he virtually lost control of himself.  He needed rest--and lots of it.  He had Jakob take over, getting into his sister and fucking her some more--after using HIS underwear to clean off his soiled dick.
	Watching the boy fuck enticed Forrest, he fondled the boy’s bum, parting the cheeks and finger poking the asshole.  Clutching at the boy’s balls he pulled them up through his legs.
	Netti bounced and wriggled on the hay bale, bracing against the stack of hay that concealed them all.  Her young legs flailed all about and she seemingly seemed to have experienced multiple orgasms while being screwed.  
	Forrest pushed the boy off who had yet to cum, but not for the lack of trying.  He pulled Netti’s legs WAY back and goaded the boy into licking his sister’s asshole.  It was drenched in sweat and cum, a cum mixture of his own and Netti’s.
	Jakob made some faces of displeasure but flicked his tongue to the funky hole and licked his fill.  He plunged his finger inward and then when Forrest was ready, helped guide the massive fuck stick in while he himself returned to screwing his sister.
	Another double penetration.
	Netti made all kinds of moans and groans as Forrest plowed her backdoor.  Forrest cupped her breasts, tweaking the nipples and humped her asshole deeply; her brother fucked her pussy as he suckled on her breasts.

                                              *****

	For the night he slept far away from the stink of pig shit, he had walked briskly naked thru the forest, pausing now and then to check bearings.  In the hollow of a great tree he did spend the night.
	In the morning, after a meager breakfast--he thought he would never miss Army chow, he continued on his way without much mishap.  Without much.  He did encounter a farmer now and then, a huntsman, a woodsman, and some wayward children.  None of which he bothered with, nor even spoke with.
	He let his balls rest for most of the day, taking a lingering piss now and then, then popping his member back inside his trousers.  He still had miles to go.
	Just before dusk he came to a low laying area, lovely rich fertile fields, lush vegetation all about, a highway not too far off, homes sporadically placed all about.  He needed to find the name of the small town he was coming in to to keep his bearings in check.  He had some money that was to be used for emergencies--including bus fare if he was so inclined.  He was not, but he was hungry.
	At a small German restaurant he sat down for an evening meal.  he was letting his thoughts of what had happened involving the secretive organization flitter away.  There was still a lot on his mind in regards to such, but…
	He placed his order (in German) and sat back to relax.  He hoped there would be no problem upon returning to his Unit.  Back to some sort of normalcy would be nice.  He took note of who else was supping with him:
	Regulars for the most part, but notably some tourists, too.
	One set of tourists took his interest; they appeared to be German but only the adults were talking in German.  During the course of his meal Forrest determined that there was a visiting family from England or America visiting relatives in the town or a nearby city.
	He found himself intrigued with one of the women, as well as her three children--which took him to the end of his meal to figure out.  His interest became heightened more and more.
	When the need to go to the bathroom, he attempted a mind link with one of the Subjects he was delighted in.  Success!  He went first and as the girl-child Subject made her way, too; he further zapped her and scooted her quickly into an alcove by some phones.  Just for a quickie.
	He had her raise up her tight beige skirt.
	A nice pair of bikini panties with love pat hearts all over them.  Very nice, snug fitting and all.  Quickly he fondled her ass, hand slipping inside at he back to squeeze flesh and finger bung hole.  His cock very nearly busted out of his jeans.  He kissed on her before inching her panties down to begin an earnest fingering of her virgin hairless pussy.
	“YOU!  WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?” came a gruff voice; the cook had come to pee and caught the molestation in progress.  
	Forrest looked to him and tried to zap him.
	The little girl he had his hands on screamed out.
	Forrest panicked, there was no “zap”, it was like--gone, man, gone!