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are under 18 or if you are not an adult according to the laws of your
State or Country. Do NOT read this if you are easily offended or if
you are not interested in fantasies involving young boys. This file
contains sexually EXPLICIT material.

The author does not condone any of the acts in this file. This story
was not written to advocate sexual activity with minors. Agatha
Christie wrote about murderers all her life. She was not a criminal.
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story codes: (mb, oral, anal)
style: contemporary

"You don't know what it's like. You don't have a clue. If you did,
you'd find yourself, doing the same thing too. Breaking the law.
Breaking the law." -J P





RENT ME    by DEBONAIR


   I don't really know why I went. Come to think of it, it is
definitely the craziest thing I ever done. But this was an opportunity
I could not let pass by.

At thirty-five, I was your average perv, trading pictures and old
flicks through secured servers. I thought that the kid saying 'zoom
zoom' in the car commercial really needed a good fuck and Aaron Carter
was some sort of demigod. It had never been my inclination to actually
have physical contact with a young boy, although it had been one of my
strongest fantasy. I was content in watching the images and living in
my secret sordid world.

My dearest friend in the underground was a guy with the alias
grayhawk. Another lost soul roaming in the seedy side of cyberworld.
It had come as a total surprise when he divulged that he could hook me
up with a man who was renting boys for cash. The sinister revelation
lingered on my mind for weeks. At first, I had declined the offer.

But the whole thing was troubling and causing me to reassess the last
shreds of moral values I had in me. Perhaps this once? After all, those
kids are probably used to it? A rent boy is not exactly like your clean
cut family kid with freckles and a dog?

Grayhawk had uploaded a short clip of one of these boys performing.
The opening shot showed a black kid of about twelve sucking on a man's
bloated cock. The image was low quality, but you could see clearly his
fleshy lips swallowing the white meat with gluttony.

Then the kid was bent in two and taking that monster prick deep into
his little butt. The scene was hardcore and the powerful guy displayed
no mercy, shoving his huge cock all the way into his distended anus.
The kid was panting and screaming, "FUCK ME! AGHH FUCK ME! Ooooo FUCK
ME IN THE ASS."

It went on for five minutes of hard anal sex, up to a point where the
fella sprayed his white jizz all over the smooth ebony skin of the
exhausted child.

I asked grayhawk for the coordinates of his contact and let the piece
of paper turn yellow on the corner of my desk. Until finally, I feared
I would go insane.

My fingers were shaking when I dialled the number. The voice on the
other end of the line was mellow and deep.

  "Hello."

  "Hi, I'm calling regarding the kittens? You know, the kittens of
Ginger." I muttered, pronouncing the pass phrase slowly.

  "Oh yes, we still have several kittens to give away. Maybe, you
would like to see them first?"

  "Yes, sure."

  "You can meet me on Glendale street tonight at eight, I will be in a
silver Audi."

  "Of course."

  "Our kittens are very cute. I'm positive you will like'em and take
one home. Mister?"

  "John Smith."

  "Ah yes, John Smith, of course. See ya tonight."

  "Goodbye."


                                -=-


   The man in the silver Audi was somewhat distinguished, around fifty
and completely the opposite of what I had imagined a pimp for kids
would be. He was dressed casually and smiled a lot, as if this was just
another chit chat. I was afraid to look at him, thinking he might
suspect I was a cop.

  "This is how it goes." the fellow began, throwing a large photo
album in my lap. "You pick one up. You get him for Saturday and
bring him back to his house on Sunday morning. It's a thousand bucks,
no bargaining. Once the kitten is under you care, anything goes. But I
don't wanna see any bruises, scratch or the faintest mark on my baby,
or else I will have to kill you."

I nodded nervously, caught in the serious stare of my interlocutor.

  "This business is very difficult." the man continued. "These are
strict rules you must abide."

  "I understand."

The soft glow of the streetlight was shimmering through the car
window. I opened the album and gazed at the first boy. He was a Latino
kid with a baseball cap crooked sideways. Under his picture, his data
was written in neat rows. Name, Gonzalo. Age, 13. Dick, not
circumcised, 3" soft, 6" hard. Cum, yes. Some pubic hair. etc..

  "The younger ones are the end." my host informed me.

I flipped the first dozen pages quickly, wondering how the guy could
offer such a wide variety of young males. Asian boys, black boys and
all-American Caucasian children, some as young as seven. One lad in
particular, drew my attention right away.

  "This one!" I exclaimed, reading his stats: Name, Freddie. Age, 10.
Height, 4'3" Ft. Weight, 105 pounds. Hair, brown, wavy. Likes, swimming
and South Park.

  "Freddie's not been rented very often." the man said. "Generally, the
clients go for blond lambs. It's a good choice. He's docile, kinda
whinny though. But he has a hot lil' butt. You will enjoy him..."

I peered one last time at his picture. The imp was grinning. His unkempt 
brown hair was a mess, his eyes were beady and a sprinkle of unsightly 
freckles dusted his button nose. But he was the cutest to me and I couldn't 
wait to meet him.

  "So, we will get together again here on Saturday morning at nine
sharp." the man woke me from my trance. "Bring cash and we'll go pick
up this little rascal. Okay, John?"

  "Yes, I'll be there."

  "My name is Garry by the way. I can been reached at the same cell
phone number anytime 7-24, in case there's a problemo. You have a car?
to carry the cargo?"

  "Yes."


                                -=-


   On that morning, I followed the silver Audi with my clunky old
Mustang. We traveled in the city to the east side, until we reached a
huge apartment complex made of brown bricks. I tagged along with the
gentleman inside the run down building.

  "Brace yourself, we take the stairs. Don't wanna be seen in the
elevator." the fella blurted out.

As we slowly made our way up to the 12th floor, a mix of excitement and
remorse filled my soul. I still didn't trust the guy and figured he
would run away with my grand. Or that he was some cop leading me into
a trap.

  "Tomorrow morning, you bring Freddie back here." the man said, in
between gasps of breath. "Are you going to your place with him?"

  "No, I rented a cabin in the woods. We're gonna go at the water park
also."

  "Freddie will like that."

  "I hope he likes me..."

  "I think he will like you. A young athletic guy like you can get any
boy to like him."

  "I guess so." I replied, somehow flattered by the remark.

  "It doesn't matter anyways. These squirts know what they have to do.
Sometimes, they try to get out of the deal. Don't get fooled. If
Freddie doesn't cooperate, shake him around. But no bruises,
remember."

  "Yes."

  "I'm sure Freddie will be the perfect boy slut. He's got some
experience. Just do whatever you feel like. He's not gonna break.
Hell, fuck him hard up the ass all night if you want! It's yer money.
Make his lil' butt sore for a few days."

I blushed slightly from the lurid conversation, getting aroused by the
prospect of the sweet day ahead. We reached the 12th floor and knocked
on the door of 12C.

The woman who introduced us inside was a blonde bombshell with pointy
nails and too much makeup around the eyes. I stepped in awkwardly and
looked at the little boy sitting Indian style in front of the
television. Freddie was even more attractive in person than on his
picture. He threw a dispassionate glance at me and returned his stare
to the TV, fondling nervously the strap of his gym bag.

  "Here's your cut, Christy." the pimp said cheerfully, handing out an
envelope to the woman.

She browsed through the wad of bills and raised her cold eyes in my
direction. My heart was already pounding from the intensity of the
crazy situation. I couldn't believe it was so easy. Just walking in
and paying this mother to rent her child for sex.

  "You know, you disgust me!" she glared at me.

I remained frozen, unable to gather the courage to argue with her that
she was certainly as disturbed as I was. I just stood there, afraid to
do and say anything.

  "That's the way it is." Garry came to my rescue. "Try not to put
all that money up your nose this time, Christy." he sneered.

She leered at the man before returning her stare to me. "Please, don't
hurt him. He's only ten." she pleaded.

I nodded and Garry called the boy to us. "Hey, Freddie, bring your
butt over here."

The kid rose from the floor nonchalantly, carrying his big gym bag.

  "You're all clean and ready?" the pimp asked him.

  "Uh-uh." the boy yipped.

Christy stroked her son's hair a moment and let him go.


                                -=-


   Inside my old Mustang, Freddie sat quietly, while we began our long
two-hour trip into the woods. He seemed so small in the leather seat,
strapped under the safety belt. There was an embarrassing tension in the 
air, since we both knew what was the purpose of our encounter.

>From time to time, I took my eyes off the road to look at him. He was
perfect. That day, he had on a t-shirt and tight navy blue shorts. I
couldn't restrain myself from placing my hand on his skinny thigh to
feel that smooth angelic skin.

  "Did you bring your swimsuit?"

  "Yes." he peeped.

  "We're gonna go at the water park this afternoon!"

Freddie faked a smile, but I could tell he was still nervous. "You can
do whatever you feel like. You can eat whatever you like!" I added.

  "Pizza!" he lightened up.

  "Yep. All day if you want."

  "Do you have video games?"

  "Sure. Two consoles in the trunk."

  "Cool!"

That seemed to summon a genuine grin from the kid. And he started to
loosen up, bombarding me with personal questions. Where do you live?
How old are you? What do you do? Did you ever kill anyone?

I answered truthfully, elated that he was coming out of his shell.
Contrary to what I had previously imagined, Freddie was outgoing and
rather blunt. Much smarter than I had expected for a kid from the east
side.

Halfway in our journey, he looked up at me with his beady green eyes.
"Are you gonna do sex with me?" he demanded point blank, grinning slyly.

  "Yes. Lots of it."

Then with a smallish voice, he asked me. "Do you wanna put your dick in
my butt?"

I couldn't help but smile. It would definitely be the only time in my
life, a kid would ask me that. "Yes. That's the best part." I said.

The answer dampened his enthusiasm slightly. But he seemed resigned.
Silence filled the car for a while.

  "Do you have a big penis?" he inquired sheepishly, a minute later.

  "It's not so huge." I lied.

Seeing that Freddie was getting uncomfortable, I revealed the agenda
for the day, in the hopes of calming him. "Listen, we're gonna stop at
Pizza hut. Then when we get to the cabin, we'll suck each other off.
After that, we go to the water park. You can play video games all
evening, and then you're gonna be a good boy before bedtime for me.
Okay?"

Freddie nodded.


                                -=-


   The cabin was the ideal haven. Secluded in the forest, the wooden
shack was miles from any annoying neighbour. I ushered Freddie inside
and guided him to the bedroom. He sat shyly on the bed, burping his
pizza, while I closed the blinds. Then it felt, like I had trapped the
boy. He was mine and I was horny.

Instinctively, Freddie began to undress. "Stop! I wanna do that!" I
exclaimed.

The kid shrugged his shoulders and I leaned to remove his sneakers.
Then his miniature white socks. "Are you scared?" I whispered.

  "Nope." he peeped.

My head was nearly splitting in two. I had spent years dreaming about
this moment and now the boy was there for me to play with his golden
little dick. I pinched myself to make sure I was awake.

I stripped off his t-shirt and kissed his flat boy chest. His small
titties were hard. I suckled them amorously. "Quit it! It tickles!" he
cried out laughing.

Then down and off went his shorts. I was left with a pretty
ten-year-old specimen clad in tight red bikini briefs. There was an
unmistakable little bulge in the fabric. It was Freddie's little piece
of boy-meat struggling to be freed.

He sat on the bed quietly, wiggling his toes, purring like a kitten as
I massaged his flesh gently. I beamed, seeing the kid get aroused from
my ministrations.

Freddie raised his butt from the mattress and I lowered his underwear
down to his ankles in one motion. His small weenie sprang out instantly
into view. My sore eyes drank in the succulent beauty of the small
circumcised cock and tiny jellybean shaped testicles. Freddie giggled
as he saw a look of passion and longing seize my face.

  "awwwwww, c'mon and bring that little thing closer!" I pleaded.

The boy shuffled over, his stiff cocklet swinging in circles and
his balls flopping up and down. He stopped only when his genitals
were just inches from my face. I stared closely at the heart-shaped head and 
tiny piss slit. Then my eyes perused the scant length of thin
shaft, where it disappeared into the wrinkly skin of the boy's
scrotum.

I licked his little bag and traced the short distance of his penis
with my wet tongue, tickling the tip with quick flicks.
The child shivered with pleasure as my hand wrapped around his small
dick and gently began to masturbate him. I could see the little dick
head pop in and out of view as my warm hand rode up and down the shaft.
The looks of grateful rhapsody on the boy's mug were a pure delight.

With my other hand, I began to fondle the kid's little jewels. One by
one I rolled each lightly in between my forefinger and thumb and tickled the 
sensitive spots under the boy's sac. Freddie moaned softly.

  "Does that feel good?" I inquired.

  "Yessss." he replied with vim.

  "How about this!"

I took the precious boy meat into my mouth and swished my hot tongue
all around the bulging head.

  "eeeeeeeeeeeeeeahhhhhhhooooooohhooo" Freddie moaned loudly.

The kid threw his head back as I sucked his boycock all the way into
my mouth so that I could tickle his tiny testicles with the tip of my
tongue. Meanwhile, my hands kneaded the his white asscheeks. They
were so small and firm. By now Freddie was a quivering mass of
ecstatic jelly.

I turned him over swiftly and shoved my spongy tongue right up his
anus. The little boy collapsed on the bed, whimpering with joy as I
violated his little hole with moist stabs of my oral probe. He
humped the bed and his cries of pleasure resonated throughout the
cabin.

I was in heaven seeing that little naked lad enjoy every bit of my
sexual exploration to the fullest. He spread his legs wide, allowing my
mouth to feast on his butt, or chew his little balls, and suck in his
entire genitalia. Whenever, I gazed at his face, he broke a wicked
smile, telling me how much he loved my devotion to his body.

I stood up and dropped my jeans to my knees. Freddie crawled to me
without my asking. His tiny fingers slipped in the waistband of my
briefs and pulled them down. The kid's cherub-like mug was right in
front of my leaking half-hard cock.

He gazed up and gave gentle pecks to my hardening prick. Then he started to 
fondle my cock, pulling at the base, grabbing tiny handfuls of pubic hair. 
The imp toyed with my balls, taking each in his little hands and jiggling 
them playfully.

Without warning, the little whore took the head of my dick into his
young mouth. My brain nearly exploded. I became fully erect almost
instantly. He proceeded to suck my staff like a pro at once,
taking my whole cock into his mouth in one gulp. Up and down, swirling
the tip of his tongue on the base of my balls as his face plunged into
my pubic hair.

  "Ohhhhhh yeahhh Freddddie." I exhaled.

His little hands grabbed my hairy buns and guided my hips into each
thrust, and with each thrust, the little bugger gagged and drooled.
Too stunned to even moan, I just let the kid take complete control.
And he played me like a fiddle.

>From time to time, the rascal paused and giggled, tickled pink by the
overwhelming daze he had bestowed upon me. I loved to watch his stubby
fingers wrapped around my fat eight inch prong, while his tiny pink
tongue danced all around the crown of my bloated cock head. And I
urged him to go on.

His entire mouth area was a mess of cock juice and spittle. It had
never come to my mind that a pre-pubescent child could be such a dirty
pig. I drank in all the images of that sweet kid, kneeling buck-naked
in front of me, swallowing as much of my rod as he could.

With my dick still lodged deeply in his throat, waves of bliss began to
pound my senses. I was getting close, too close. In fact, I didn't
want this to end just yet. But the inevitable fatality was not to be
denied.

Excitedly, I grabbed the back of his head with one palm. "Ohhhh, eat
my cum, baby! C'mon, eat my sperm..." I mumbled.

Freddie opened his trap wide and waited, my cock head poised on his
bottom lip. The first gush of seed, erupted up his nose. The others
spewed rapidly into his cavity. I mooed like a bull, shooting my wad
into this cute kid's mouth. The puddles of white goo formed around his
teeth and on his tongue. My cock was blasting again and again, splashing his 
palate. He gulped down the mouthfuls of cock cream and licked his lips.

I jumped on the boy and carried him on the bed where I ravenously
attacked his stiffy with my mouth. "Can you cum, Freddie?" I asked.

  "Yes! Yes!" he screamed.

My lips clamped tight around the little morsel. I bobbed my head
furiously, sucking away at the vibrant kiddy cock. Freddie wrapped his
legs around my torso and dug his heels in my back. I was to suck him
off, whether he wanted it or not.

The boy chanted along with the mounting pleasure. "UHhhh uhhh uhhhhhhh". 
Right then, I knew I had made a wise choice of selecting a fuck shack out of 
the way. The kid's screams of joy rose into my ears. And just as I was 
wondering how much more of this the kid could take, my answer came.

The juvenile body spasmed and trashed under me, boyfeet flailing
in the air. I glanced at his face. Traces of cum were still clinging to
his smile. "You're a good boy, Freddie. A very good boy." I said.


                                -=-


   For most of the afternoon, I lounged on a beach towel, watching
Freddie went down every slide in the water park. Even though, he had drained
me, I still got aroused whenever he raced by in his tight yellow
Speedo, just to say hi. The snug fabric was hugging his glorious
taut globes. And I had a hard time believing, my cock would be up that
hot lil' butt soon.

The other boys he befriended were wearing those horrible Bermuda-
styled trunks. Some were sexy little brats, with blossoming masculine
chests and protruding pouches down in front. All in all, it was a
pleasant afternoon, basking in the sun, surrounded by wet boys
frolicking.

Back at the cabin, we finished the pizza and I let the kid get an
overdose of video games. Before that, I made sure he took a dump and
slipped a small butt plug into his anus, in order to relax his little
muscle all evening. Freddie did not protest.

He sat on my lap and hogged the gamepad, trying all the cartridges I
had brought. He did not budge when my hand slithered into his pyjama
bottom to play with his hairless nuts. Whenever he popped a stiffy, I
caressed it, fondling the rigid little morsel tenderly. My fingers
explored every centimetre of his baby hard-on.

I could sense the pleasure grow inside his body. He would stiffen
momentarily, enjoying the naughty tingling. His randy immature
boydick was no match for my experienced hand. I played his delicate
organ like a virtuoso and dragged him over the edge with measured
strokes. His squeaky yelp of joy was delightful.

After he'd cum, he would flash me a wicked grin of appreciation and
return his concentration to the video game. Thirty minutes later, I
continued the ritual, masturbating him with the same fervour and making
him reach a bumpy dry climax again and again and again.

After his fifth orgasm, darkness had invaded the cabin. It was time to
move to the bedroom. I had taken a whole pill of Viagra to ensure I
would not waste the golden opportunity because of my nervousness. Being
unable to get it up when you're in the company of a willing ten-year-old boy 
is a darn shame.

I was wired, knowing what I was about to do to Freddie. Thankfully,
everything was going as planned. The potent pill had accomplished its
purpose and my cock was harder than a slab of concrete. Freddie
assuredly felt it under his tushy. I could tell he knew I was horny
for him, the way he was fidgeting like a prey too close to the wolf.

  "You can play more videogames tomorrow." I told him gently.

  "Okay." he peeped obediently.

We undressed in the bedroom. Freddie removed his pyjama shyly,
probably aware of my lusting stare over his small body. I turned on two
table lamps to flood the room with as much light as possible. The
moment was exquisite and I savoured the sweet anticipation of
sodomizing my first child. My young partner peered at my stiff fuckpole
from the corner of his eyes with obvious worriment. He was not crying or 
afraid, but uneasy for sure.

I laid down next to him and caressed his leg. "Relax and loosen up."
I whispered, without really knowing what would be comforting words to say to 
him. "Turn on your tummy."

He nodded and flattened himself on the mattress. I popped the butt plug
out of his anus and gazed at his winking bumhole, slightly dilated.
His asscheeks made dimples as he attempted to shut his little
sphincter, to no avail. I spread a copious amount of lube into his crack and 
watched it gleam in the light.

My rampant erection was leaking like a faucet. I mixed the juice with
the anal lube, carefully covering the entire shaft. I was so hard I
could not discern the foreskin on my swollen spike, as if I had been
circumcised.

Freddie squeezed his eyes shut upon feeling my nosy prick furrowing
between his buttocks. I dragged him up on all fours like a dog, and
guided my bulbous knob into his slippery hole. The little bugger
squealed like I was killing him as my large cockhead battled against
the resistance of his protective muscle.

Time and time again, I tried to penetrate him, seeing my knob stretch
his clasping assring, only to be forced out. "Here we go, baby. This
time it's going in." I muttered. "You're a big boy who can take it in
the ass."

The kid's wails and intermittent gasps of breath made it seem like we
were on a roller coaster. I pushed with more determination, and
entered slowly the oily tunnel to his rectum. "UGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Freddie screamed. He peeked behind him at the fat tube buried half-way
into his small bottom and made a grimace of shock.

An immense torrent of pure joy washed over me, just seeing those
round buns spread open by my swollen phallus. I sank into him some
more, hearing his whinny complaints. He was so tiny under my big
hairy stature, I thought I would break him.

My penis felt like a rod of infinite pleasure, strangled by the
persistent vise of the kid's minuscule shithole. I buggered him softly,
going deeper and deeper, invited by the warmth of his insides. Freddie
placed his head on the mattress and winced from time to time as I
slid in and out of him, getting him accustomed to my hardness.

  "Are you okay?"

  "Yeeeeah." he sighed.

I shifted his little body to the side, and locked my arm under his
right knee. "Take it all in yer ass." I murmured, shoving another inch
into him. "Ughhh!" the little boy yelped. "Come on, here it comes."

  "Ughghhhh!"

Nearly the entire length had disappeared. I gripped him in a strong
hug and rammed forcefully, cramming all eight inches up his backdoor.
"OHHHH OHHHHHHH OHHHHHHHH" he yelled out, feeling completely full, I
imagine.

In a swift move, I raised him over me and watched him dangle in the
air, sitting on my pole, impaled to the hilt. He was lifeless, tired,
as if I had stabbed him. I bucked my hips under him and he hobbled like
Jell-O as I slammed my dick up his chute.

He had abandoned the fight, ceded his body. For the next minutes, I
rolled on the bed, with the boy on the end of my fuckstick. I
proceeded to slam harder, testing the limit, shoving my cock until he
cried out in pain. After a while came a point, when his asshole was
totally numb to the large diameter of my cock.

  "Let's fuck good." I whispered in his ear, bending him on the edge of
the mattress.

I grasped his thin shoulders with both hands and began banging his lil'
butt with violent thrusts. His body jerked forward in my hands. I
pistonned him hard in the ass, feeling the result of my powerful jabs,
tugging on my arms.

"ANNGGHHH! ANGGGHHN! ANGGGHH" Freddie grunted.

It was better than all my fantasies of fucking little boys. The kid's
tight hole was milking my rod, sucking it with its smooth gripping
lips. My grunts of exertion mixed with Freddie's loud whines as I
began rutting with him like a bull.

I lost the notion of time and my conscious melted. To my amazement, I
found I could fuck the kid with much ease. My long cock was sliding
smoothly in and out of his tight pucker. Whenever I plunge the full
mass, he made a plaintive coo. It became my thrill, ramming my whole
cock into him to hear that boyish yelp.

I climbed on the bed and continued fucking him there. The headboard
bounced against the wall. My orgasm was still far away since I had
already cummed earlier that afternoon and I felt I could fuck his
ten-year-old ass long and hard all night.

I alternated between long interludes of longdicking and rapid burst of
power fucking. My hips slapped against his firm buttocks as I rammed
into him ball deep. The room was on fire. We were both covered with
sweat. Freddie was getting dizzy from all that shaking but I continued
with more rude thrusts into his small bottom.

Freddie was utterly exhausted and on the verge of fainting. It had been
nearly an hour of non-stop sodomy. I bounced on top of him with all my
weight, pile driving into his rectum and yelling: "Yeah! Take my big
COCK in yer ASS! That's it! LIKE THIS! LIKE THIS! OHHHHH YEAH!"

The onset of my orgasm almost petrified me. I pulled out my spasming
prick, shooting thick jets of cream. The inundation of sperm spewed
onto the kid's back. His tiny asshole was now red and gaping,
receiving its fair share of viscous sauce. I slipped into his sore
anus again, vomiting the remainder of my load into his bowels.


                                -=-


   When I woke up the next day, Freddie was not in the bed, nor
anywhere in the cabin. For hours, I paced in the forest outside in an
agonizing fit of panic. "FREDDIE! FREDDIE! Where the hell are you?"
My heart was throbbing in my throat, realizing I was getting closer
and closer to the deadline time for dropping the kid at his mom's.

I grabbed the cell phone and dialled Garry's number nervously.

   "Hello."

   "Garry, I'm keeping the kitten for another day, is that ok?"

   "Uh? That's not part of the deal, John. Bring Freddie back right
   NOW."

   "Just one more day." I said, cutting the line in a snap, thinking
that perhaps, my lame ruse would buy me some time to find the
fugitive.

I dashed on the dirt road, imagining the boy had run away, strolling
toward the nearest village. With each passing minutes, my hopes of
recovering the boy were diminishing.

In the distance, I could see the silver Audi speeding towards me.
I did not even attempt to escape. It stopped abruptly next to me. Garry
and another guy stepped out of the car with guns, approaching me with
menacing stares. "Did you think we were dumb, John? Did you think you
could get away from us? My friend here put a GPS locater under your car. 
Kinda neat, uh?"

   "I lost him." I avowed.

   "Where is he, John? Did you snuff him?"

   "NO! I swear."

   "You can't keep him, John. Do you think you can adopt him or
something. I am very disappointed, John. I trusted you."

   "He's around here! We just need to find him." I pleaded.

Both men pointed their firearms in my direction. I saw the burst of
flames gushing from the silver barrels. And I was dead.


                                -=-


   "Wake up, dammit!" the voice of Garry echoed in my ears.

I flinched momentarily in the hospital bed and looked up at the face
of the man who had shot me. My head was aching and my limbs were
electrified with pain.

   "Listen up. You've been in a coma for six hours, John." the man
said softly. "Been blabbering about fucking kids too! I was going nuts
here. Your car was blindsided on the passenger side when we were going
to pick up Freddie. You were out like a light."

I shook my head and examined the room around me. The whole thing was
eerie and confusing. "Where's Freddie?" I whispered.

  "At home."

  "Oh, so nothing happened?" I inquired. The memories were so vivid,
so real in my mind.

  "It's all in yer brain. The doctor said you'll be out tonight. We
can finish our deal next weekend. Ok, John? Same time, same place."

  "I don't know, Garry. I don't know."


THE END.

