CHAPTER FOUR - Lose one gain two
	Karen and Rory stood by the side of the road looking at the 
fifty six Ford pick-up. It's hood was up and steam was bellowing past 
the radiator cap and around the intake manifold. "Piece of shit!" Rory 
said offering his middle finger in a obscene gesture to the steaming 
engine. "Fucking piece of shit!" He said again kicking the left front 
fender.
	"Well that'll do a lot of good." Karen offered sarcastically.
	"It does me some fucking good!" Rory replied kicking the 
fender again.
	Karen looked around. They had traveled a few hundred miles 
from the farm and were stranded on a long vacant stretch of little used 
highway leading out of Tennessee and into Arkansas. The narrow two 
lane, pothole'd highway was straight, flat and deserted in both 
direction for as far as Karen could see. Very few people still used this 
old stretch of road after the new expressway had been built. "This is 
one hell of a place to break down. I can't see anything.... anywhere." 
She said shading her eyes with her hand and looking around.
	"No fucking shit Sherlock!" Rory answered giving the truck 
another kick. "Piece of God damn shit! What the fuck did I ever do to 
deserve this?" 
	Karen knew his last question had been rhetorical so she 
didn't bother to answer it. Instead she asked. "Do you think you can 
fix it?"
	Rory shook his head. "No fucking way. See that steam 
coming out of the intake? Well that means we blew a head gasket. And 
as if that isn't bad enough, the God damn engine froze up just before 
the gasket went because of overheating." He looked up and down the 
highway.  "Jesus Christ, we've got to be a hundred fucking miles from 
anywhere. Piece of fucking shit!" He kicked the truck again, this time 
he managed a fare sized dent in the fender.
	"Well, what are we supposed to do now?" Karen asked, more 
to herself than Rory.
	"How the fuck should I know! Your the one that wanted to go 
see that fucking preacher!" Rory answered with exasperation in his 
voice. 
	"Don't go getting all pissy with me! I didn't break the God 
damn thing!" Rory was really starting to get on her nerves. If she had 
it to do all over again she would have found someone else to help her 
run away. She knew at seventeen she wouldn't last long on the streets 
alone, what with cops, pimps, gangs and all, but looking back on it 
Rory wouldn't have been her first choice by far, but he had been the 
first guy actually willing to leave town with her, and  he did have a 
car, or so she thought at the time. It wasn't until the night they 
actually left she had learned the car really belonged to Rory's 
roommate, and  they would have to take a Greyhound bus out of town. 
If she hadn't already stolen that money from her father, or sent that 
letter to the newspaper about how her father had been sexually abusing 
her over the years so he'd get into trouble, she would have told Rory to 
take a hike right then and there. But she had taken the money and she 
had sent the letter, so now with no other alternative she Grayhound'd 
her ass out of town with him like it or not.
	'Yes,' she thought to herself, 'Rory is a royal pain.' She 
walked to the passenger side of the truck and grabbed a cold beer out 
of the cooler. She popped the top then took a long icy swallow, before 
lighting up a Marlboro.
	"Hey. Grab me one of those, will ya." He yelled over the 
trucks hood.
	"What? Did the truck blow out your leg along with the 
gasket?" She sarcastically yelled back.
	"Jesus Christ! Who pissed in your cereal this morning?" He 
said angrily, then opening the drivers side door he leaned across the 
bench seat and yanked a beer from the cooler himself.       
	   Karen sipped at her beer remembering how she had worked 
Rory into helping her run away. How she had let him make out with 
her. Let him feel her breasts and even rub over her crouch a little bit 
before pushing his hand away. How that one time she had allowed him 
to believe she had gotten a little drunk and he had so skillfully 
maneuvered her into the back seat of his car, and so cleverly slipped 
down her underwear, then had fucked her thinking he had planned 
and manipulated her into submission. Yeah right! She had played him 
like a drum, giving him just enough to keep his interest and wanting 
more. Now watching him guzzle beer she wondered if it had even been 
worth the effort of spreading her legs. She drew in on the cigarette 
filling her lungs before exhaling.
	"Shit we can't walk from here." Rory finally said between 
swallows of beer. "Guess we'll just have to wait until somebody comes 
along. Hell, I don't know what else to fucking do."
	"It could be a real long wait. I haven't seen anybody on this 
road sense we've been on it. But what the hay." She tossed her empty 
beer can out into the vacant field and reached for a full one. "Least we 
got cigarettes and beer." 
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	Art and Louie had not taken much time in the city before 
leaving, having only stopped briefly to pick-up some personal items at 
each of their apartments, with a little time for  inspection of the 
contents of the bags. One bag contained several key's of cocaine, and a 
smaller amount of heroine, while the other held close to half a million 
dollars in medium too small bills. Looking at the money, both men felt 
they had finally hit the jack-pot, even Louie's original concerns 
vanished after seeing that much money.
	They were driving south on the interstate just four hours out 
of New York City when they heard the first news broadcast covering 
the shoot out on the car radio. The news report stated that earlier that 
day there had been what appeared to be a mob related, drug deal gone 
bad. the shoot out had left four men dead and two other's wounded. 
The police also reported that at least one of the men found dead was a 
D.E.A. officer. The shoot out had taken place in an abandoned 
warehouse that the D.E.A. had been staking out and at least one other 
D.E.A. officer was reportedly found wounded, but should make a full 
recovery. All other's involved, three dead and one seriously wounded, 
were known to have long time mob and drug connections. Two 
additional men seen near the warehouse at the time of the shootings 
were spotted driving away in a two or three year old white Cadillac 
with New York license plates and  were currently being looked for by 
the authorities. 
	After listening to the news report Louie said. "Gee Art. 
Sounds like Willie made it, huh. They said they found two guy's 
wounded."
	"Fuck Willie!" Art answered. "That only means, Raw Eddy 
will be after us along with the cops." He pressed a little harder on the 
gas pedal trying to put as much distance between them and the city as 
he could.
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	It was just a little before dusk. Karen and Rory had been 
waiting for over eight hours and no one had come along. They didn't 
even have the luxury of listening to a radio, because there was only a 
oblong hole where the auto radio should have been. It was as if the rest 
of the world had just gone away. Both Karen and Rory were on edge 
and snapped at each other over even the smallest of things.
	After several beers and a full pack of cigarettes Karen was 
even annoyed at Rory's ability to take a leak. He would just unzipped 
his fly, pull out his pecker and let go. She on the other hand was 
forced to pull down her jeans, squat down, pull and hold out her 
underwear away from her crouch, pray that nothing bit her on the ass, 
all the while attempting to keep from soiling her jeans or stepping in 
the puddle when she finished. 
	Karen was relieving her bladder and saw the car coming in 
their direction long before she could hear it. It started as a small speck 
on the horizon then slowly turned into a white spot and finally into the 
almost recognizable shape of a automobile. "A car's coming." She 
called to Rory as she pulled up her jeans and pointed up the road.
	Rory jumped out of the truck and looked to where she was 
pointing. Far off in the distance he could just barely recognize a car 
moving in their direction. "Okay." He said excitedly. "When it gets 
close enough you flag it down. If things go right we'll be driving outa 
here with some money in our pockets."
	
	"What do you mean if things go right?" Karen thought she 
understood him but she wanted to make sure.
	"This time we do it my way." He informed her. "No sir... this 
time you ain't going to blow some guy for a lousy twenty bucks and a 
ride into town. I don't give a shit who's in that fucking car, I intend on 
driving away in it..... along with any money I find. I'm sick of this 
shit!"
	"You better think about it. Car jacking and robbery is big 
time." Karen didn't care about the people in the car but she didn't feel 
comfortable doing what Rory proposed, especially after the amount of 
beer Rory had consumed.
	"And killing your uncle isn't big time! Screw that, I'm doing 
it! When the car pulls over you just make sure you keep who's ever in 
it busy so I can get behind them. I don't plan on killing anyone, but I 
sure as hell will if I have to. I ain't spending another minute out here." 
Karen knew he was absolutely serious. Then he added. "Don't fuck 
this up! I mean it!"
	"Don't you either," She answered. "being all liquered up and 
all."
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 	Art and Louie had been driving for three days stopping only 
once at a off-the-beaten-track motel. After the first day Art got of the 
interstate and took the much less traveled road's and highways 
heading south.  While on the interstate Art had noticed a Trooper, 
parked on a on-ramp that had quickly snapped on his overhead 
flashing lights and attempted to get behind the caddy. Had it not been 
for heavy traffic he would have caught them. Art assumed there must 
be an all points bulletin out on any white Cadillac with New York 
plates and the Trooper may even had made their plates and concluded 
they were heading south. He became a little concerned about road 
blocks but so far they hadn't run in to any.
	Art noticed the vehicle parked on the side of the roadway 
long before Louie said. "Hey, looks like a stalled car up there, the hood 
is up."
	"Yeah I see it." Art answered. "Looks like a couple of people 
standing next to it." He eased up on the accelerator allowing the big 
car to slow down. "I think I'll stop and pick um up. The police are 
looking for two guy in a white Caddy, maybe a couple of extra body's 
will throw them off. Especially out here in hick world USA."
	"Yeah Art. That sounds like a real good idea." Louie 
confirmed.  
	As they approached Art saw what looked to be a young 
woman or girl step out onto the pavement flagging them down by 
waving her arms. He pulled over and parked several feet behind the 
pick-up truck.
	Although he didn't expect any trouble from a stranded pair of 
kids, out of sheer habit he pulled his automatic from under the seat 
and slipped it into his waistband next to the small of his back. 
Grabbing his jacket from the back seat he slipped it while getting out 
of the car.
	"Car trouble?" He called walking toward Karen and Rory.
	"Yeah." Karen called back. "We've been here all day. Thanks 
for stopping."
	"Sure thing. Wouldn't leave anybody stuck in a hell hole like 
this." Art said looking around as he quickly sized up the couple. The 
woman was between sixteen and nineteen years old, hard to tell a kid's 
age theses days, long straight dark hair, five foot two or three, young 
hard body, sexy and attractive. The man was in his very early twenties, 
around six feet tall and looked like someone that could have belonged 
in a street gang, short cropped bleached blond hair, large hoop 
earrings in both ears, poor quality tattoo of a skull on the left side of 
his neck, and several indistinguishable homemade tattoos across his 
knuckles. 'A real punk.' Art thought to himself.
	"So what's wrong?" Art asked as Louie caught up to him.
	"Engine froze up." Rory answered flatly.
	"Hi." Louie said nodding his head.
	"Hi." Karen returned Louie's greeting.
	"Well, having the motor gone is a real pisser all right. Guess 
you'll have to take a lift with us." Art answered but his mind was 
really on the Ohio license plates on the truck. Some states have special 
plate letter's differentiating trucks from passenger car's but Ohio 
wasn't one of them and Art wanted the truck plates for the Caddy, he 
just didn't know exactly how to go about getting them. He couldn't 
just ask for them, the kid's would get suspicious and the Caddy would 
be as hot as ever. He could always ice the two of them, but leaving 
dead body's laying around everywhere was never a good idea. Oh hell, 
he'd  try and think of something.
	Rory had watched the white Cadillac pull up and stop behind 
the truck. His heart picked up pace a little in anticipation of carrying 
out his plans for the car jacking and he hoped Karen wouldn't screw 
up the gig, she could be so God damn flaky. He carefully looked over 
the men that had gotten out of the car. Both were middle aged soft 
bodied business suit types and didn't look as if they would be any 
trouble for him at all. The first man to get out of the car was about five 
foot six or seven inches tall with a narrow thin frame and probably 
weighed out at a hundred and twenty pounds ringing wet. The second 
man was larger in both height and bulk at around six foot and two 
hundred plus pounds, but he sported a fare sized beer belly and didn't 
look like he would be very quick on his feet. 'No.' Rory thought to 
himself. 'These two crackers wouldn't be any trouble at all.'
	Karen's pulse quickened and she took a hasty intake of breath 
when the man stepped out of the car. For one brief moment she 
thought it was her father. All the fear and shame she had suffered over 
the years living with her father cascaded through her mind and body. 
'Yes daddy I'll be good. Please daddy don't hit me. Please daddy, I'll 
be daddy's good little girl. Daddy's good girl will do whatever daddy 
want's her to do. Oh! But that hurts me daddy.' Then as he came 
closer she realized it really wasn't her father at all, but rather just 
someone with the same thin build, height and stride. She relaxed 
letting the old fear's seep away.   
		   
	   Rory flashed Karen a quick sideways glance and she knew 
he wanted her to distract the good Samaritan's so he could do what 
ever it was he planned on doing. She still felt a little guilty but they 
did need a car and screw the two old farts anyway, especially the one 
that looked like her dad. He deserved to get rolled just for looking like 
him. She stepped toward her left drawing both men's eyes with her, as 
she said in her most alluring voice. "I can't begin to tell you how 
much I appreciate your stopping and helping us out. If there's... 
anything ... I can do to repay you please don't hesitate to ask." She 
placed just the right amount of emphasis on the word anything.
	Rory made his move. His young muscular body stepped in 
behind Art, and his left arm quickly drove up under the shorter man's 
chin as his right hand snared the straight razor from his back pocket 
and expertly flipped it open then brought the exposed blade up against 
the man's out-stretched throat, all within a single movement. "Don't 
do anything cute or I'll cut your fucking throat man! All I want is your 
money and your car! That's all!" Rory told Art in a snarled voice. 
"Now tell your friend to get down flat on his stomach and spread his 
arms and legs out! Tell him now man! Tell him!" He pressed the blade 
a little tighter against Art's neck.
	"Do like he say's Louie. Get down." Art attempted to talk in a 
anxious voice, although he wasn't really fearful. Hell, he'd had 
professionals make try's at him in the past, this was just some punk 
fucking kid, but he wanted the little punk to believe he was frightened 
just to keep the little shit from doing anything out of anxiety.
	Louie dropped to the ground without hesitation and Art felt 
the blade at his throat relax just a little. Just as soon as Rory's hand 
relaxed, almost as if it had been scripted in some adventure movie, Art 
quickly brought his left arm up driving his hand upward and under the 
razor's cutting edge causing the sharp blade to slice deeply into the 
back of his hand. In that same movement Art forcibly drove his right 
elbow into the mid-section of  Rory sending a loud "wosh" of air past 
the young man's lips and doubling him over levering his body's 
weight onto Art. Art's next movements were almost cat like as he 
pushed outward against the razor imbedded in his left hand 
catapulting it off to the side, then slouching down he spun around on 
the ball of his left foot, and used his right hand to yank the automatic 
out of his waistband and deliver two .45 caliber rounds directly into 
Rory's stomach from less than two inches away. Rory immediately 
crumbled to the ground, and began rolling from left to right, obviously 
in severe pain and just as obviously was bleeding to death. Art stripped 
off his jacket and quickly wrapped it around his wounded left hand. 
"Punk!" He said kicking Rory in the ribs.
	Everything had occurred so quickly it wasn't until Rory was 
on the ground with blood oozing out from between the fingers 
covering his stomach that Karen even realize he had been shot. "Rory! 
Oh Shit! Rory!" She cried out running over to where he lay moaning 
in agony. "Oh God!" She screamed touching Rory's face. "You shot 
him! You bastard! You shot him!"
	"What do you think he was doing to me? Asking for hug's?" 
Art said wrapping the jacket even tighter around his hand.
	Karen looked up and said through tear streaked eyes. "He 
wasn't going to hurt you. All he wanted was your car. He wouldn't of 
hurt you. Why? Oh God why?"
	"Fuck that little lady." Art answered casually. "If you ask 
someone to dance, you'd damn well better make sure you can follow 
the music. How bout you girl? You were going to let that little fuck 
just cut my throat even after I stopped to help and all. Your not as 
stupid as your boyfriend there are you? Huh? Stand up!"
	"Screw you!" Karen said defiantly.
	"Get her up here Louie." Art told Louie who had gotten back 
onto his feet the moment Art had made the first move toward the 
razor.
	Louie walked over and roughly yanked Karen to her feet. 
"Hold her Louie. I want to make sure she isn't hiding any surprises 
like snot nose down there." Rory had stopped thrashing around and lay 
still.
	   Louie pinned Karen's arms behind her back and Art, using 
his good hand felt along the girl's side's for any type of weapon, then 
slipping his hand under her shirt he ran it up along her flat stomach 
and over her bra-less breasts. Karen yanked and pulled violently but 
she was being held much to firmly by Louie to free her self. "Fucking 
pervert!" She screamed as Art squeezed and pinched her orbs, then 
she looked into his face and felt his eyes burning into her. The red hue 
from the setting sun cast a sinister pall over his face, and fear replaced 
anger.
	"This little cunt sure has got some great fucking tits." Art told 
Louie as he fondled the girl. Then he said to Karen. "Got to make sure 
you ain't hiding nothing anywhere else." And he moved his hand 
between her legs rubbing forward and back over her mound.
	This latest feeling of fear for her life dispelled most of the 
initial shock brought on by Rory getting shot and stopped Karen from 
any farther struggling. She realized any effort fighting back would not 
only be futile, but could enrage the man even more then he was. She 
remained completely complacent while he continued feeling her up, 
spending time rubbing between her legs, then moving his hand under 
her shirt to her breasts. Karen knew she was in real trouble, these men 
were certainly not normal average business men, they were something 
quite different, and something much more dangerous. She sensed these 
men had the capability of killing her without a second thought, and as 
effortlessly as they had executed Rory. The only difference between her 
and Rory was, with the amount of attention the smaller man was 
lavishing on her breasts and other private parts, they would surely rape 
her before killing her. She felt her knees buckle with fright, and only 
the big man holding her up kept her from falling. Perspiration seeped 
out from under her armpits and she felt she might wet her pants at any 
moment. Drawing deep from within herself she called upon the one 
weapon in her arsenal.... sex.
	She managed enough breath to plead. "Don't hurt me. Please 
don't hurt me. You want me don't you? I could be nice to you..... if 
you don't hurt me..... I'll be real nice to you. I'll do whatever you 
want. Just don't hurt me."
	Art stopped feeling the girl and asked Louie. "What do you 
say Lou. Should we let her be nice to us?"
	"I sure wouldn't mind knocking off a little piece of that." 
Louie answered.
	Art deliberately took his time unbuttoning her blouse, not an 
easy task one handed, then he pulled it apart exposing the girl's 
breasts. Her breasts were small and hard standing proudly off her 
chest, with dark pointed nipples and extra large light brown circular 
aureole's. "You do got a great set of tits there all right, honey." He 
said squeezing the right one. "But you ain't got nothing to bargain 
with." He reached down between her legs and squeezed her mound so 
hard she winced with pain. "If I want this pussy I'll just take it. Your 
mine to fuck if I want it."
	"I know.... but.... " Karen could hardly speak. ".... but... it'd 
be a lot more fun if I were willing. I could.... I could really show you a 
good time. You'd have a lot more fun if I were willing."
	"We'll see." He said releasing his grip. "Lou, go pull the car 
up. She ain't going anywhere. Are you honey?"
	Louie released his hold on Karen and she immediately 
dropped down to one knee then slowly struggled back up to her feet a 
bit wobbly. "No sir." She said quietly. "I'm not going anywhere."
	Louie drove the Caddy alongside the truck and Art ushered 
Karen into the back seat. After opening the trunk Art selected a clean 
tee-shirt from his suitcase and re-bandaged his hand, then he tossed 
the bloody suit jacket off to one side. He had Louie deposit the body of 
the now deceased Rory into the trunk then had him switch license 
plates. Louie used the Caddy to push the truck across the highway into 
a deep ravine where it would be difficult to spot from the road unless 
you were looking for it. Then with Louie driving Art climbed into the 
back seat with Karen.
CHAPTER FIVE - Two for the road
	"Hey Lou. Hand me that whisky bottle, will ya.." Art 
requested of Louie from the back seat. He had unwrapped his hand and 
was examining the damage made by the razor. Louie reached across 
the seat and handed the bottle of Jack Daniel's to Art 
	Art opened the bottle and poured a liberal amount of amber 
liquid onto the tee-shirt substituting as a bandage before he re-wrapped 
the hand.
	"How's it look?" Louie asked glancing at Art in the rear view 
mirror.
	Art took several long pulls on the bottle before answering. 
"Ya know, I remember an old cowboy movie I saw once as a kid. It 
stared this tough ass cowboy by the name of Lash Laroo. Well in this 
movie old Lash gets plugged in the shoulder with a Colt .44, and when 
his sidekick asked him how he was doing he simply answered 'Ain't 
nothing but a flesh wound Pard.' Well, this ain't nothing but a flesh 
wound." 
	Karen sat scrunched up in one corner of the back seat 
considering her situation for the hundredth time. She felt that for the 
moment she was probably safe but after these men had their way with 
her it would be undoubtedly be different. The realization struck her 
that even now that all initial shock had worn off she didn't feel a great 
deal of remorse over Rory's death. Her indifferent feelings about Rory 
was a little puzzling and she wasn't sure if it were due to her current 
concern for her own life, or because he hadn't meant that much to her 
in the first place. She remembered the man named Art calling Rory a 
punk, and after two months with him she probably felt the same way 
about him. Rory was big and looked real tough, but all the while they 
were on the road he hadn't done Jack shit. She had been the one to get 
what little money they could scrounge, and it was her, out of sheer 
desperation that had asked her uncle to take them in. Yeah, she 
concluded she had lost a lot of feelings for Rory and that was why she 
was so indifferent.
	She took a sideways glance at Art, from profile he resembled 
her father even more than before, and that was very unsettling. 
Memories of her father was the one thing she couldn't deal with. 
Through sheer will power alone she managed to push those images 
and thoughts aside knowing how important it was she concentrate on 
her current dilemma.
 	From overheard scrapes of conversations between Art and the 
other man called Louie, Karen had pieced together that they must have 
done some kind of a robbery in New York City and that the police 
were currently looking for them. That robbery had netted them a great 
deal of money which was tucked away inside two brief cases in the 
trunk with Rory's body. She had gotten that information when Art 
verbally chastised Louie for getting Rory's blood all over the money 
bags.
 
	She felt the odds of staying alive were much better if she 
could keep these men sexually interested in her. A lot of women 
believed the way to a man's heart was his stomach, Karen knew, from 
experience it was actually through his cock. She had learned, and used 
to her advantage, the fact of most women only willing to suck a man's 
cock before marriage. After marriage, putting a cock into one's mouth 
had suddenly become something disgusting only whores did. Karen 
knew most married men wanted, and would go to great lengths to get a 
blow job and she'd taken advantage of that by sucking men's cocks when 
it could get her something she needed. One such a man had been her 
high school math teacher. He was married to a typical, 'that filthy 
thing ain't going into my mouth' wife, and when Karen desperately 
needed a passing grade she had sucked him off right under his class 
desk after class. Not only had she gotten the grade she needed but nice 
gifts whenever they went to some out of town motel for an hour or two 
of fucking and sucking. It was during one of theses motel sessions that 
Karen for the first time had the opportunity to watch a real porno 
movie. That movie furnish Karen a worthy education in the art of 
great cock sucking. Karen decided to take full advantage of that 
education in her current predicament. She also knew most guy's loved 
listening to a woman talk like slut during sex. The more a woman used 
words such as cock, cunt, pussy, suck, dick, fuck me, and so on, the 
more turned on the guy became. Although, very few woman ever used 
the "C" word.
	She turned to her left looking at Art. "Want me to suck your 
weenie?" She asked in a sultry voice.
	"Huh?" Art looked over at her confused.
	"Your hand look's like it hurts. Maybe if I sucked you off it'd 
take some of the pain away. I'll give you some of the best head you 
ever had." She ran her tongue seductively over her lips.
	"Jesus Christ! What the fuck are you? So kind of little whore 
or something?" Art wrinkled his nose.
	"No I'm not!" She answered him defiantly. "I'm just a girl 
that want's to stay alive. I'm so scared I could pee my pants right now. 
Back there I told you I'd be nice to you if you didn't hurt me. So far 
you haven't hurt me and I'm just keeping to my end of the bargain. I 
know most men like women to talk slutty to them when they..... well 
you know. Listen, I'll do anything you want, just don't hurt me. Here, 
I'll show you how willing I am." She opened her shirt exposing her 
breasts. "Remember, you said you liked my tits. Well, here look at 
them. Do you still like um?"
	"Yeah! Shit! I still like um." He said reaching over and 
pinching her nipple with his good hand. "What's your name, and how 
the hell old are you anyway."
	"Karen and I'm seventeen..... I'm not a... a virgin though.... " 
She attempted to look shy. ".. but I'm close to one. Rory..... you know 
that guy you.... well you know. He's the only one that ever had me... 
and... and I only let him do it a couple of  times... it's so... you know... 
so personal and all."
	"Fuck me. Just a second ago you were asking to suck my 
cock, now your telling me you've only been screwed a couple of times, 
I don't know. It's fucking weird. What the hell is some seventeen year 
old kid doing out in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere with dumb-fuck 
no one anyway?" Art took a little time hefting her globes feeling their 
weight.
	Karen's voice took on the quality of young adolescent 
innocents. "He was just some guy that helped me get away from home. 
My mom died a few years ago," she bit down on her lower lip. "and 
when I turned seventeen, that was three months ago, my dad came into 
my room and told me that at seventeen a girl turns into a woman, and 
that her father should be the first to take her. He told me that was so 
she wouldn't be lured away by the first young stud with a hard on. 
Well....He.... He tried to rape me." She paused momentarily as if 
recalling a horrid incident then continued. "But he was pretty drunk 
that night and I managed to get away from him. After that I ran away. 
I couldn't stand the thought of my own father.... you know.... doing it 
to me." She paused again, took a deep breath then continued. "We.. 
me and Rory were on our way to hook up with that evangelist preacher 
guy down in Arkansas.... that... ah.. Reverent Bishop or something 
like that, you know that guy they've been talking so much about on the 
radio, the one that's been healing all those people. well... then the 
truck broke down and here I am." As she told him the fabricated story 
she reached into her jeans pocket and took out two elastic hair bands. 
She parted her hair and tied two equally sized pony tails each one 
banded just above her ear's. She knew how much men lusted after 
young girls, and Karen in pony tails, (were it not for her well 
developed breasts), looked like she could be twelve or thirteen years 
old.
	"Jesus!" Art said almost astounded. "If it wasn't for theses tits 
of yours I swear you were a fucking kid. Shit! How big are these 
baby's anyway?' He asked hefting her breasts one at a time again.
	"Thirty two or thirty three B.... maybe C. I've never worn a 
bra, so I'm not really sure. Some girls develop a lot earlier than others. 
They were almost this big when I was twelve." She paused and took 
his hand into hers and squeezed it gently, then looking directly into 
his eyes  with as much sincerity as she could fake she said  "So.... do 
you want me to give you that blow job?" She noticed a tent forming in 
the crotch of his pants and she knew he was getting turned on.      
	Art really didn't have to think long about it. Playing with her 
tits had gotten him hard and she was a sexy little thing. "Yeah! You 
bet!. Come on baby and play the old skin flute. You'll have to get it 
out of my pants though, I've only got one good hand." He sat back 
giving her open access to his fly.
	"Yes sir." She said in a timid captive's voice. She slid down 
onto car's floor, kneeling between his legs and with both hands, she 
gently unzipped his pants. He pressed down on the car's floorboard's 
with his feet, raising his ass off the seat and she pulled his pants and 
underwear down to his ankles freeing his stiff cock. She worshipfully 
and tenderly held his cock in her hand feeling it became harder than it 
already had been. As he leaned back on the car cushion she wrapped 
her lips briefly around the tip and licked the underside of the head, just 
as she had seen the woman in the porno movie do. "Oh, yeah baby. 
That's what I needed, some tender affection to my meat. I can't even 
feel my fucking hand anymore. Ahhhh.... Yeah!" Her mouth began to 
engulf more of the object each time she leaned forward until she felt it 
strike on her rear teeth. "Open wider honey, take it all down baby! 
Suck up the whole thing!" He commanded. "MMMrgph!" was her 
only reply as her fingers worked the base of his cock, and aroused his 
balls. She felt the best chance of her surviving was in giving him the 
best blow job of his life, so again, as she had seen the porn star do, she 
drove his cock down into her throat forcing herself to control the 
normal gag response she felt from his cock as it entered. She was 
determined to suck him at least as good as the woman in the movie, 
and her tongue was finally able to wash along his flopping balls and 
her upper lip reached the root of his cock pressing it against his pubic 
hairs. She pumped up and down, three, four times, driving the head of 
his cock into her throat on each down stroke, she paused so she could 
look up and make eye contact with him, then she pumped again. 
"Ungh!, Ungh!, Ungh!," She heard him utter with each massage of her 
mouth. His legs pressed upward, thrusting his cock deeper, and she 
knew his cum was starting to rise from his balls. She pushed her 
mouth downward over his cock as far as she could and let him shoot 
several globs of jism directly down her throat, then very quickly she 
pulled her mouth away and used her hand to jack him off while he 
continued to squirt globular balls of sperm across her face, and into 
her waiting open mouth. When his orgasm was seemingly over she 
gave him another sensation in pleasure, by taking his cock back into 
her mouth and sucking firmly on it milking him of the few extra drops 
left in the tip. He laid back, panting heavily and she could tell by the 
look on his face he was both satisfied and enjoyed seeing his cum 
dripping down her face onto her bare breasts.
	"God damn! Holly fucking shit! Now you know how to suck 
some cock honey!" He finally said between panting breaths.
	Karen climbed up onto the seat and used the bottom of her 
shirt to wipe off her face and breasts. "Oh, thank you sir. I hoped I 
could please you." She answered meekly.
	After Art caught his breath he said questionably. "You sure 
don't blow like no fucken almost virgin kid."
	"Oh yeah. Well... Rory... He made me, you know... watch 
some porno movies. I really didn't want to but.... Well anyway, I 
sucked you like one of the lady's in the movie sucked this guy. I 
wasn't sure if I could do it right or not. But, I guess I did all right 
then. Huh?" She helped him pull his pants back up.
	"Yeah. I'd say you did all right. I think I'll keep you around 
for a while. If you can fuck anything like you can suck, I'd say you 
were a real keeper."
	"I just know you'll like my tight little pussy sir." She said 
placing his hand between her legs.
	"There you go with that filthy mouth again but, yeah. I'll just 
bet I will it." He answered rubbing over her mound vigorously with his 
hand. 
	Louie had quietly remained driving while Karen was blowing 
Art. He had however, adjusted the rear view mirror slightly so he 
could catch a peek of the girl's mouth as it sucking down on Art's 
cock. Now that she was finished he said. "Hey Art. What about me, 
huh?"
	"What about you Louie." Art asked.
	"I want some. It ain't fair if she don't give me some too." 
Louie re-adjusted the mirror so he could see Art's face.
	"Well Shit! It ain't fair!" Art mocked Louie then continued. 
"Christ all mighty, your driving man. I can't drive with this hand. Just 
keep your eyes on the fucking road and your pecker in your pants." Art 
replied.
	"Ain't fair Art. It just ain't fair man." Louie sounded like a 
ten year old.
	"I'd be happy to get him off from the front seat... that is.... if 
you want me to sir." Karen offered. She definitely didn't want the two 
of them arguing over her. Not yet anyway.
	"Okay. But you better not wreck up this car Louie or I'll 
personally cut your fucking pecker off!" Art wasn't really mad he just 
had to remind Louie of things from time to time.
	As Karen scrambled over the seat Art smacked her on the ass. 
"God damn you got a tight ass girl." He smiled.
	Karen flipped up the arm rest separating the drivers seat from 
the passenger seat and leaned over toward Louie. Louie adjusted the 
steering wheel lever so the wheel was up to its full height and Karen's 
head could more easily fit between it and his crotch. Karen unzipped 
his fly and after some difficulty managed to withdraw his cock from 
his pants. It was immediately obvious to her that Louie's cock was 
much larger than Art's, at about seven inches long, and even thicker 
than any she had ever seen before. She stretched her mouth wide and 
managed to suck the large cock head in past her lips. She pushed 
downward struggling to get it all the way back to her throat, but due to 
its large size it became uncomfortable and she only took in as much as 
was physically possible. Because she was unable to take the thick head 
down into her throat she instead used her tongue expertly, lapping 
lightly all around his cock's glands, as she bobbed up and down over 
his thick stiff shaft. Her jaw started to ache from being stretched out so 
far  and she closed her eyes and tried to vacuum an eruption from out 
of his balls by sucking deep and hard. She felt motion building inside 
him and she pressed her head downward against his cock her lips and 
teeth continuing to reach downward for the root of the organ, until the 
head was pressing on the back of her palate. She could tell he was on 
the verge of eruption and a second later hot fluid from the end of his 
cock splashed against the roof of her mouth and over her tongue. He 
moaned with pleasure as he came. "Yeah! Ohooo... Yeah! Suck it you 
little cunt! Suck it all! Aaaa....." She sucked vigorously and swallowed 
as much of his salty sperm as fast as she could, but his ball's were so 
filled, some of the liquid escaped and dribble out of the sides of her 
mouth from around his thick shaft. She thought he would never stop 
cuming. He was like a never ending river of jiz forcing her to swallow 
time and time again, and still he filled he mouth with sperm..... until 
finally he was dry and she could pull her weary, over stretched jaw off 
of his large member.
	She carefully pushed his softening member back into his 
pants and zipped him up, then she climbed over into the back seat.
	"God... What a sweet mouth! Man oh man.... I liked it Art. 
Man I really liked it!" Louie excitedly said.
	"Don't go getting yourself all worked up Lou. You know how 
you get when your all worked up." He advised Louie while indicating 
to Karen he wanted her to unbutton her jeans. 
	Karen obliged and he slipped his good hand under her panties 
feeling her soft downy pussy hairs skim across his palm as his finger 
slid along her crack searching for her womanhood.
CHAPTER SIX - Expensive pussy
	Louie pulled in and parked the car in front of the run down 
motel office as Art had directed him to do. "Go in and get us a room 
Lou. We'll wait out here."
	Louie got out of the car and entered the office. He returned 
several minutes later holding a key.
	The motel was located on the same old highway they had 
been traveling on about fifty or sixty miles from where the truck had 
broken down. Like the highway it hadn't seen much traffic after the 
new inter-state had been put in and had not been kept up. The entire 
place was in need of paint and based on the amount of cars parked it 
the spaces located in front of each room less than a third of the place 
was occupied.
	The locality suited Art just fine, being several miles outside 
the next nearest populated area, and being off the beaten track it would 
give them a place to sleep, something both him and Louie needed. He 
hadn't made up his mind how to deal with Karen yet, knowing if both 
him and Louie went to sleep she'd probably take a powder, but if 
needed he could always tie her to the bed or something. He'd deal with 
that when the time came.
	Louie backed the big car into the space in front of their room 
and shut of the engine. Using some caution because of the body in the 
trunk they took the money bag's as well as their personal luggage into 
the room and locked the door behind them.
	"I think I'll take a shower if it's all right." Karen said to Art.
	"I need to use the bathroom first." Art answered. "I've got to 
clean up this hand and take a piss. Hell, you can help me with both. 
Come on." He took the bottle of whisky and walked into the bathroom.
	Karen followed Art into bathroom and saw he had removed 
the bloody tee-shirt and was running hot water into the basin. After 
testing the water he plunged his wounded hand into the hot water and 
used his finger tips to clean around the damaged area. Surprisingly 
after he was done cleaning and rinsing the laceration didn't look that 
severe, but was very puffy and red all around it.
	"Reach in my back pocket and get the razor your punk 
boyfriend tried to cut me with." Art told Karen.
	After Karen retrieved the razor he said. "Now cut a four inch 
wide strip off that clean towel for a bandage."  Karen cut the strip 
while he poured whiskey over the wound then she helped wrap the 
hand, folding the material under itself to hold it in place.
	"Yeah. That's better. Now help me take that piss." He said 
examining the makeshift bandage.
	Karen was confused about his last request and shrugged her 
shoulders. " Aaa... I don't know.....?"
	"Come on." He cut her off, but his voice was not angry. "Just 
get my pants off then aim my pecker at the bowl. That shit is hard to 
do one handed and I'd much rather have you unzipping my pants than 
Lou."
	"Oh! Okay. Sure." She answered, now understanding. She 
unfastened his belt and pants, then unzipped him. Gripping his pants 
along the hips she pushed them and his underwear down to his ankles 
and he stepped out of them. She lifted the toilet seat then carefully 
took his soft member in her hand and pointed the head toward the 
water in the bowl. A heavy stream of yellow liquid gushed out of his 
cock splashing and mixing with the water. "Aaaaaaa..... Man a good 
piss feels almost as righteous as pussy." He told her while he relieved 
himself.    
	When the flow of urine stopped he said. "Aaaa.. Yeah. That 
feels better. Clean off my dick honey."
	She started to reached for the remnant of  the towel she had 
cut but he stopped her by saying. "No. Not like that. Use you mouth 
baby. Clean it off with your lips." 
	"Oh gee's, that's disgusting." Karen said with distaste in her 
voice.
	"Yeah I know. Get with it. I'm getting turned on." He 
answered flatly.
	Karen could feel his cock hardening in her hand as she 
leaned over and took his member into her mouth. She tasted the few 
bitter drops of urine on her tongue that dribbled out of the head as she 
sucked back a forth several times cleaning him with her mouth.  She 
stood up and asked with arrogance in her tone.  "Satisfied? Can I take 
a shower now?"
	"No point in getting that little snatch of yours all cleaned up 
just to have me get it all dirty again. Come on. I want to knock off a 
piece of ass before going to sleep. Grab my pants. Will ya?" After 
Karen picked up his pants he took her hand and led her into the other 
room.
	Louie was asleep flat on his back on the bed. "Hey Lou. Wake 
up. Get undressed your going to mess up your suit. Come on wake 
up!" Art pushed down several times on Louie's shoulder.
	"Huh? What?" Louie said groggily.	
	"Get undressed man. Your going to fuck up your suit. 
"Besides, I was going to get me a little of this pussy. What do ya say? 
Want some?"
	"Huh? Oh, yeah sure Art. Sure." Louie slowly got off the bed 
and started to undress.
	Art took off his shirt and laid it over the back of the chair 
where Karen had placed his pants then he looked at Karen and winked 
before saying. "Come on honey. Get naked. I'm getting tired."
	Both Art and Louie laid down completely naked on the bed 
and watched Karen while she undressed.
	Karen felt a little self conscience doing a strip in front the two 
men, but if ever the term "life depending on it" ever meant anything, 
certainly this was the situation. She deliberately took her time with   
unbuttoning her shirt, adding some mystery and allure to act before 
tossing it onto the chair. "God damn Louie," Art said resting his head 
on his hands. "I ask you man. Is that a fucking pair of tities or what?"
	"Yeah. Their nice all right Art. Their real nice." Louie 
confirmed.
	Karen unsnapped her jeans then slowly pushed them down 
past her hips, thighs and calves until they were bundled around her 
ankles. She gracefully leaned forward, bending at the waist, affording 
the men a different viewing perspective of her full breasts as she 
stepped out of the jeans. She straightened up and stood motionless for 
several seconds dressed only in her hip hugger panties to tantalize the 
two men before she slipped her thumb's into the waistband of her 
panties to draw them down. As she lowered her panties the realization 
of what theses two men were going to do to her became a reality. Well, 
she told herself you've been fucked before, and for much lower stakes 
than your life. Yes, she would let theses old men take their pleasure 
with her and she would even pretend to enjoy it. If they wanted a 
fucking she'd give them the fuck of their life. She captivatingly 
stepping out of her panties then stood up straight and tall placing her 
hand on her hips giving them a completely unhampered view of her 
entire nakedness. 
	"Look at that little pussy Louie." Art laughed. "Is that the 
cutest little snatch you've ever seen?"
	"She don't have much hair on it does she Art." Louie 
answered.
	"She's young man. It'll fill out when she gets older. I like 
those slick little pussy's anyway." Art said to Louie, then to Karen he 
said. "Turn around honey. Give us a look at your ass."
	Karen smiled down at the men then turned slowly as a model 
might do on a runway. Now with her backside facing them she 
erotically bent forward and stretched her leg's wide then pulled her ass 
cheeks apart. "Hmmm." She heard Art say. "Now that my friend is a 
hard body. A true hot young hard body. Get into bed baby. You got my 
cock so fucking hard it hurts. Get that sweet thing over here."
	She turned and walked to the side of the bed and Art got up. 
"Lou scoot over to the middle of the bed." After Louie did as he 
requested he said. "Okay honey get up on your knees and suck him off, 
I'm going to fuck you from behind."
	Karen took Art's cock into her hand and stroked it a few 
times as she said. "Ohooo... Are you going to put this big thing into 
my little pussy?" Then she looked down as if she were talking directly 
to his cock. "You be gentle with my little hole you big bad hunk, don't 
you hurt me." She squeezed it a little then climbed up onto the bed and 
kneeled down between Louie's out stretched legs. She felt the motion 
of the bed as Art crawled up behind her, then she felt one of his 
fingers running down along her butt crack to her vaginal opening. The 
finger penetrated inside her hole sending a small spasm of electricity 
through her body.
	"Your nice and wet." Art told her after pulling his finger out 
and rubbed vigorously along her clit. Even though Karen was not 
sexually aroused she had learned how to get herself prepared to take a 
man inside of her. Before she learned that trick her father would enter 
her dry leaving her sore and raw for day's. Necessity being the mother 
of invention she could get her juices flowing in even the most 
unpleasant sexual situations such as this.
	"I'm all wet and dripping for you baby. Give it to me! Fuck 
me good! Give me that big cock! Your going to like watching me suck 
your friends cock while your fucking me. Aren't you?" She said as she 
leaned forward and sucked Louie's cock into her mouth.
	"Yeah, I'll like it okay. Are you ready for the fuck of your life 
honey?" Art asked as he pressed his member's head against her 
opening.     
	"Hmmmm..... Yyeeessss." She answered as best she could 
with a mouth full of cock.
	"I can't wait any longer.... Aaaaa.... I need some pussy!" Art 
said and she felt him push into her. She pushed back into him drawing 
him completely into her, then she pressed her vaginal muscles around 
his shaft squeezing and caressing his cock.
. 
	 "Ohooo...  Fuck..... Yeah.... Hot box mama..." He yelled 
driving his hips into her ass before taking on a rhythm of pumping 
forward and back.
	He was fucking her harder now, his hips slapping hard 
against her buttocks, and she couldn't help but feel the raw, carnal 
sexuality of what he was doing to her. She found it difficult to keep her 
mouth sliding smoothly up and down along Louie's cock with Art 
pounding into her from behind, the cock would slip out of her mouth 
and she had to balance on one hand so she could guide it back in, but 
after a little practice she got the hang of it and was fucking and 
sucking with the best of them.
	Louie reached between her arms and his hands slid up her 
body so he could squash her breasts, his fingers squeezed and twisted 
through the soft, oozing meat. She groaned in pleasure, her tits ached, 
feeling like utters on a milking machine. 
	Her ass was humping back and forth under Art's power, his 
hands jerked her back and his hips slammed her forward and she was 
grunting constantly now, in time to his hard thrusts. Her eyes were 
closed and she sucked steadily and passionately on the cock in her 
mouth and she felt her body humming with pleasure and heat in spite 
of herself. Then, with one hand on her shoulder, Art shifted his other 
hand down her belly, stroking roughly, and he slid his fingers down 
between her legs. She felt a single finger pressing against the top of 
her slit, pressing against her clitty, shoving it against his pistoning 
cock. She gasped as heat poured into her. His cock sawed across her 
clitoris with terrible strength as his finger mashed it down. She gave a 
short muffled cry, almost loosing the cock in her mouth and She 
shuddered, then groaned, her chest locked tightly as her body blasted 
into the most powerful, massive orgasm she had ever experienced. She 
arched up and gurgled helplessly, around the cock in her mouth and 
became overwhelmed by the sheets of crackling sexual lightning that 
tore through her quivering frame. 
	Louie intensified the squeezing and pinching of her soft flesh 
with heated passion and she knew he was close to coming. She pulled 
her mouth off of Louie's cock and started to jack him off vigorously 
with her hand and yelled. "Ohoooo.... Yes! Give it to me! Give it 
all to me! I want to feel and taste your hot cum! I want all of it! 
Aaaaaa..... YES! Give it to me!". 
	Louie moaned. "Ohoooo.... Aaaaaa..." and she quickly put her 
mouth over his squirting member drinking down as much of his 
jizzum as she could, knowing a lot of it escaped and landed around his 
balls and groin.
	Art yelled, "Ungh, Ugh Aaaaaaaa FUCK FUCK FUCK 
FUCK", as he sent a warm liquid rush into her cunt. She could feel his 
sperm gushing up into her, spraying into the depths of her belly. "Oh 
yeah! Oh yeah!" he gasped. "Take it bitch! Take my cum! I'm 
shooting' it up your cunt! I'm gonna drown you in my juice!" He 
groaned and clutched her tightly to his chest, emptying his balls up 
inside her pussy. Her vagina squeezed and sucked on his cock, 
draining him dry as he eased his frantic movements. He sighed and 
was still, his heat drained along with his balls. He hugged her tightly 
for long moments, licking at the side of her neck watching as she 
continued pumping her mouth over Louie's cock hungrily drinking 
down his load. 
	After Louie finished coming Art pulled his cock out and 
rolled to the side, letting Karen sink down on top of Louie's body as 
the flood inside her vagina tickled down her ass onto the inside of her 
thighs.
	Karen layed panting heavily, her head resting on Louie's mid-
section for several seconds before rolling off of him. She was amazed 
that she had experienced such an intense orgasm given the situation, 
but accepted and even enjoying it she remained still between the two 
men almost occupied with the sexual satisfaction.
	"I'm going to get some shut eye." Art said rolling onto his 
side. "You just keep your sweet little behind between us honey. If you 
get up I'll beat your ass good."
	"I wanted to take a shower!" Karen argued.
	"Fuck that!" Art answered. "Shower later! Right now I need 
some sleep!"
	"Shit!" Karen commented disgustingly.
	Karen turned onto her side knowing any farther argument 
would be fruitless and decided she might as well get some rest herself. 
	It was perhaps fifteen or twenty minutes later, Art's breathing 
was steady and rhythmic in slumber and Karen was just at the twilight 
stage of dozing when she was startled to alertness by something 
probing in-between her legs from behind. It took her several seconds 
to realize the probing was from Louie's cock attempting to enter her.
	"Are you already looking for more Louie?" She asked turning 
her head over her shoulder.
	"Yeah." He answered quietly. "Can I have some?"
	"Come on I'll help." She told him as she reached down 
between her legs and taking his hot shaft in her hand she pressed it to 
just the right place, hunching herself upward to aid his entrance into 
her vagina.
	Once the head was past her nether lips he pushed forward 
stretching and filling her more than ever before with his huge cock. 
"Ohooo..." She moaned. "You are a big fella aren't you. Aaaa...."
	He didn't answer her as the intruder made its way deeper and 
deeper into her moist opening, and Karen pushed herself backward 
toward him as he began moving in and out of her. He moved more 
quickly, hunching forward into her and driving most of his length into 
her with each lunge. Karen stared at Art's sleeping back, her mouth 
opened wide, amazed at the sensations flooding her. The earlier 
orgasm she had experienced seemed to intensify her need for a second 
one, she wanted to cum. She raised her hand toward her chest as she 
became comfortable with the motion of their hunching bodies, still 
supporting herself with her elbow she began pinching her nipples. She 
tightened and released her vaginal muscles, stroking the huge shaft 
that slid between her lips. Each time she fucked back at him the head 
of his huge cock would press more firmly against her cervix, but she 
came to accept and enjoy the pounding that he was giving her, 
wanting and even needing to feel him slamming against the opening 
of her womb. Then, Karen felt an explosion within her that came 
without warning. The force of it jerked her ass forward and back with 
such force that she swore it would wake up Art. Her head pressed 
down hard into the pillow, her elbow pressed upward, her breasts 
nipples tingled with excitement from her finger tips and she felt him 
continue ramming into her sending every nerve in her body to be 
charged at once, then the extreme pleasure of the manhood within her 
was eclipsed by the eruption of orgasmic tremors which coursed 
through her from head to foot. She shook, trembled, and was only 
barely able to resist screaming out loud as wave after wave of pleasure 
exploded within her. Then Louie grunted several times, "Uagg.... 
Uagg... Uaggg... Uaggg.... ," in rhythm with his jerking penis as it 
pumped load after load of hot sperm into her writhing young body and 
he pulled her back against him hard, releasing the flood from his balls.
	She relaxed, and after a few minutes she felt Louie's cock 
soften and finally slip out of her. "Hummm....You were really good 
Louie." She whispered over her shoulder. "I really got off on your big 
cock."
	"Aaaa.... Oh.... Aaa... Yeah thanks. You were good too. I 
liked it." He whispered back seemingly to be at a loss for words. 
Nobody had ever told him he was good at anything, and certainly 
never about  fucking. But then mostly he had only been with 
prostitutes.
	Karen played sympathetic to his uneasiness and whispered. 
"I'm sorry if I embarrassed you Louie. I just think a person should be 
told if their good at something."
	"Aaa.. Yeah. Well your good too.... Real good. And I mean 
real good. I... I ain't never had no one like you before.... Aaa... You 
know, someone I ain't paid for and all. I think I'd like to marry 
somebody like you someday." Louie confessed.
	"Well isn't that sweet." She rolled onto her other side and 
gave Louie a peck on the cheek. "Thank you Louie that's a very nice 
complement You really know how to talk to a girl."
	"Auaa gee... Not really. Your just easy to talk to is all." He 
was obviously embarrassed again.
	Karen propped herself up on one elbow and looking down at 
Louie she said. "I've really got to take a pee. Do you think it'd be okay 
if I went to the bathroom?"
	"Aaa... I don't know. Art said you was to stay here." Louie 
reminded her.
	"Come on Louie." She argued. "You don't want me to wet the 
bed do you? How can it hurt? It'll just take me a second to take a leak. 
Besides Art's sound asleep he'll never even know. I've really got to go 
bad."
	"Well.... I guess it'll be okay. But you hurry back I don't want 
Art getting mad or nothing."
	"Sure thing." She whispered giving him a kiss on the 
forehead as she crawled over his body.
	Once in the bathroom Karen lowered the toilet seat and 
relieved her bladder. She didn't have much of a plan but it was her 
experience that most men dozed off immediately after having sex. It 
seemed to her the male sleep gland was closely related to the amount 
of cum in their balls. Full balls- awake, empty balls- time to sleep. At 
least that was the way it seemed to her.
	She soaked the towel she had cut up earlier in some warm 
water and cleaned herself up. Her face, breasts, and all in-between her 
legs was covered with sticky cum due to the little orgy she and the 
boy's had previously experienced. She also wanted to give good old 
Louie some time to fall asleep. If her empty ball's theory were correct 
Louie should be knocked out at any time now.
	She waited half expecting Louie to come looking for her, but 
after fifteen minutes or so, and not hearing anything she cautiously 
stepped out of the bathroom. She was pleasantly rewarded with finding 
both men fast asleep. Louie had taken up an annoying snoring sound 
that was music to the girl's ears. 
	She quickly got dressed and was just about to leave when she 
remembered the bag's of money. Carefully opening both bag's she 
discovered one of them contained what looked like drugs and she left 
it behind. The other, full of money she took with her.   
	It was full on dark outside as Karen hurried down the road. 
The bag was heavy but it was the salvation she needed and worth the 
strain of carrying it. She didn't want to take the car, not with a dead 
body in the trunk but, she did regret forgetting the car key's. Well, it 
was to late now and she wouldn't press her luck by returning. She 
didn't expect Art or Louie to wake up for quite a while but, She'd 
make sure to walk where she couldn't be spotted from the road just in 
case. She knew all to well, the dire consequences of Art finding her 
now, after taking all his money.
	
	She hummed to herself thinking she was assuredly the most 
expensive piece of ass either of those boy's had ever laid.
END CHAPTER SIX