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Corn Dog
   By Romany
   (M/b, M/G, oral, anal)
   "Buy me a corn dog mister," the kid said.
   Hewitt turned and looked at the kid.  He was about twelve or thirteen,
and probably Hispanic judging by his dark hair and light olive skin.
   "Buy your own," Hewitt said, pissed at the kid's audacity.
   "Buy me a corn dog...two...and I'll pay you back," the kid said in a
lower voice.
   "How will you pay me back?" Hewitt asked somewhat bemused by the kid's
persistence.
   "You know," the kid said and looked around furtively.
   Believing the kid was a street hustler, Hewitt decided to bait him.
   "Bring me your sister and I might consider it," he said.
   "Aint got no sister," the kid said.  "Anyway, I'm better than any girl,"
he added.
   "You aint got what a girl's got mister," Hewitt laughed.
   "I got exactly what she got and use it better," he came back looking
defiant.  "It aint just for taking a dump," he leered crudely.
   Hewitt's eyes widened.  He initially thought the kid was referring to
having a mouth just as a girl did; thinking the kid was offering a blow job
for two corn dogs.  But he had explicitly inferred getting it in the ass.
   "Kid if you mean what I think you mean, I'll buy you a box of corn
dogs," Hewitt said laughingly.
   This kid had to be jiving him.  No one offered his ass for two corn
dogs. He carefully looked around the near vicinity.  The carnival was quiet
with not many customers so early in the afternoon.  It would pick up later
on and be in full swing early evening.
   "Whatever," the kid said.  "Three, four five," I'm hungry," he said
hardly fazed by the situation.  "And I like you," he said."
   Hewitt laughed and looked at the kid; intrigued by his daring.
   "So if I buy you corn dogs, where do you pay me back?" Hewitt said half
serious.
   "Over there...behind the big wheel," the kid said.  Those
buildings...the old factory.  It's closed.  I hang out there," he
explained.
   Hewitt turned and looked at the large two story red brick building
beyond the big wheel about two hundred yards from the carnival site.
   "You hang out in there?" Hewitt asked skeptically.
   "Yeah...in an old office," he said.
   Hewitt looked at the kid and back at the disused building.  This smelled
like a set up.  Get the victim to go into a disused building on the pretext
of a blow job or even a quick fuck as the kid was offering, and get nailed
for your wallet.
   "I aint got much money," Hewitt said.
   "I don't want your money," the kid retorted.  "I'm hungry now...so buy
me now, I pay later."
   "That's what they all say," Hewitt said laughing at the kid's sales
pitch.  "I buy you corn dogs and you run for it.
   "OK," the kid said.  "You buy the dogs and I walk ahead.  You follow me
until you believe I won't run away...I get my corn dogs and you get paid"
he said confidently.  "But when we get there, if you still don't believe
me, you keep the corn dogs and leave.  I'll try someone else."
   Hewitt looked around nervously.  Now that the kid had laid out the plan
in plain English, it was as if everyone within sight had heard.  Hewitt
felt exposed and not wanting to be seen as a fagot, let alone a child
molester, he agreed.  He harbored some skepticism yet wanted to get out of
public view now the kid had made his pitch.  He bought three corn dogs,
even though the kid asked for two.  He had no real idea why he went along
with it but there was a dark secret he'd had for most of his adult life and
the kid's proposition reminded him of the time he had been in the kid's
place.  Not a hustler, rather, a pubescence boy going with a man.  Hewitt
had never told anyone about the hunky camp councilor who seduced him as a
twelve year old.  Hewitt never said anything to anyone because he felt it
meant he was gay.  He had enjoyed the daring and excitement and how much he
had enjoyed the sex still stuck in his mind; even getting to fuck the
councilor on one occasion.  Now, married with three kids, all late teens
and young adult, he had a chance to relive his past experience through this
kid.  That's what saw him agree to this dangerous liaison.
   All the while as he trailed the kid to the back of the carnival lot, he
felt as if he was being watched.  He did not turn around to check,
believing that would make his actions seem suspicious.  When they reached
the high metal fence at the back of the lot, the kid prised open one of the
vertical sheets and squeezed through.  Only then did Hewitt look around. 
Apart from people on the big wheel, there was no one visible.  He took a
deep breath and with some difficulty followed the kid through the narrow
gap in the fence.  As they walked across the road to the disused factory,
he felt the riders on the big wheel must be watching him, although he did
not look back to check.  Instead he kept walking briskly behind the kid;
all the while clutching the corn dogs.  They rounded the corner of the
building and about fifteen yards along, there was a door.  Ostensibly it
was an exit door with no exterior handle but Hewitt was astonished to see
the kid fiddle with it and swing it partly open.  Hewitt took once last
look around him, and followed the kid inside; alert in case it was a set
up. He stood inside the door and the musty disused stench hit him.  The kid
had already started off across the gloomy empty floor where once machines
had dominated.  He walked diagonally away from the door to an office module
incorporating a mezzanine floor.  Most likely this was where the operations
managers and staff sat while the machinists worked the machines on the
large factory floor.  As he followed the kid, Hewitt became aware he was
splashing through a thin film of water and looked up.  There were a large
number of sky lights in the roof, some of which were broken.  Clearly the
rain poured in and this is where the water came from.  He quickened his
pace realizing the kid had got ahead of him.  Hewitt was still concerned
there might be an ambush of some sort so he quickened his pace to catch the
kid and keep him in sight.
   By the time he caught up, the kid had reached the center office module.
He was waiting for Hewitt and saw the man's look of apprehension.
   "Nearly there," the kid said cheerily, and he turned into small alcove
and pushed open a door.
   As Hewitt followed he saw a sign on the door that read "First Aid
Station".  It was obviously a medical room for ill or injured workers to
come for first aid.  Once inside, Hewitt stood and surveyed the room.  It
was surprisingly clean and dominated by a bed on one wall that had a
sleeping bag and several blankets.  To the other side were a table and a
chair; and on the table was a gas lantern the boy was lighting.  As the
lantern light filled the room, Hewitt got the sense of coziness about the
room.  The end wall had a number of accident prevention posters on it that
were peeling and deteriorating.  The remainder of the walls were painted
and surprisingly clean in appearance.  He looked at the bed and back at the
kid.
   "It's OK...?" the kid asked.
   "It's very homely," Hewitt answered.
   The kid nodded, pleased Hewitt seemed to like what he saw.  He looked at
the corn dogs Hewitt held in his hand and then glanced at Hewitt.
   "Corn dog first," he said quietly.  "I'm hungry."
   "Get them while they are hot...or warm at least," Hewitt said with a
smile; now relaxing, thinking some sort of mugging was not likely.
   The kid took a corn dog and began to eat it.  He was obviously as hungry
as he said because he wolfed it down and looked expectantly for a second.
Hewitt chuckled at the boy's greedy manners and the kid set about the
second corn dog.  When he finished that, he looked at the third.
   "You gonna eat that?" he said eying the last corn dog hungrily.
   "I was going to have one myself," Hewitt said with a grin; but he handed
it to the kid.  "I expect extra special attention.
   The kid paused eating and grinned and then devoured the third corn dog.
   "You'll get indigestion," Hewitt said, noting how quickly the kid had
eaten.
   Stepping forward to the boy who tossed the corn dog sticks towards a
rusty trash can, he held the boy's chin lightly in his thumb and gingers.
   "We'll have to see we don't let that happen," he said quietly.
   ***
   For the kid's part, the sex was perfunctory.  He did this to earn money
or reward.  Today was hard times; three lousy corn dogs to fill his empty
stomach.  To Hewitt it was wicked and exciting; a secret never to be
disclosed.  The kid had responded with little fuss.  Kneeling and undoing
Hewitt's flies and taking the man's stiffening cock out.  Hewitt stood and
held the boy's head lightly as the kid proceeded to give him an expert blow
job; using his small hand on the cock as he took as much as he could into
his mouth.  The hand used to limit the depth Hewitt could push in.  As the
man became aroused and more engaged in the rhythm of the blow job, his hips
began moving so he was trying to face fuck the kid.  Hewitt held the kids
head and shoved his hips at the boy as the kid sucked him expertly.  Hewitt
sensed the kid was trying to get him off quickly.  No doubt to get him past
the point where he would want to actually fuck the kid.  The kid perhaps
hoping he wouldn't get it in the butt.  Hewitt was not going to let that
happen and he was contemplating stopping the blow job and getting to the
business of fucking the boy's ass.  It was this consideration that lulled
Hewitt out of the delicious reverie of the blow job and he didn't know why
he turned and his eyes widened as he saw a young girl advancing silently on
the balls of her feet; holding a piece of wood in her hand.  It was a set
up after all.  Hewitt cried out in surprise and pulled away, knocking the
boy off balance so he fell back on the floor.  As the girl swung the wood,
Hewitt swayed back on his feet and instinctively grabbed for it.  It was a
fluke he caught it clean in his left hand, and he pulled it hard.  The girl
was surprised and her own momentum and Hewitt yanking the wood saw her
career towards him.  In time for Hewitt to instinctively shove back with
his clenched fist and he gave her a straight right jab; clean on her jaw.
She went down pole-axed and he scrambled back stepping over the boy's prone
figure and the girl landed hard on top of the kid.
   The boy grunted loudly "oooof" and he was winded by the girl landing on
him and he struggled to his hands and knees.  Hewitt surveyed the scene and
he saw red.  He kicked the kid hard in the side; the boy's face showing a
look of pained surprise.
   "Fucking little cunt," he yelled, and he kicked the kid a second time.
"You fucking set me up...little cunt."
   The kid collapsed and lay on his face on the floor moaning in pain.  The
girl was lying in a crumpled heap and clearly out cold.  Hewitt took the
makeshift wooden club and walked to the door and threw it out into the
gloomy factory floor.  He returned to the First Aid room and surveyed the
scene.  The girl hadn't moved but the boy was now on his side in the fetal
position, clutching his side and moaning at what was probably a broken rib
from the hard kick.  Hewitt looked at the girl.  She was Hispanic like the
boy.  About fifteen maybe, with long hair tied up at the back with a clip.
She wore tight blue jeans and a brown hoodie.  He could tell she had a nice
figure judging by the way the jeans fit her upper thighs and the fullness
of her crotch.  He could make out the bumps of her boobs under the hoodie.
He stood feeling angry yet pleasantly surprised he had stopped himself
getting his skull cracked open and that he had neutralized the threat so
easily.  He was aware his flies were still open and his cock had deflated
as a result of the shock and surprise of the attack.  He stood and surveyed
the two lying on the floor.  It occurred to him that he now had two
hustlers to repay him for his corn dog.  With what he had in mind, it would
double as payment for the corn dogs and as punishment for the failed
attack. He looked around the room again and saw the hanging cupboard with a
red cross painted on the doors, above the table.  He walked to it and
opened it.  The compartments still had packs of old medical supplies
including two large rolls of sticky cloth tape for securing pads and
bandages.  He took a roll and walked to the kid.  He rolled the boy on his
stomach and the kid groaned.
   "Probably bust a rib...serves you right you little cunt," he muttered.
   He taped the boy's wrists behind his back and then shoved the kid
against the back wall and taped his ankles; leaving the kid lying face
down.
   "Now you, my little Hispanic witch...what are you?  Mexican, Puerto
Rican..." he said rolling her onto her back.
   Hewitt studied her.  She was pretty.  Out cold and looking as if she was
asleep.
   "You'll do nicely," he said leering at her, and her felt between her
legs.
   "Oh very nice and plump down there, aren't we?" he said with a grin.
   He maneuvered her into a sitting position with her back against the bed
and stripped her upper body down to her bra.  He lifted the bra cups and
played with her full firm breasts and toyed with the nipples.
   "Oh you are a little beauty," he said, pleased with what he was
handling.
   He contented himself playing with her tits and as he started to suckle
and fondle in unison, the girl started to come around; moaning and groaning
as her eyes rolled and her lids fluttered as she slowly came to.  At some
point she opened her eyes and then they became focused on him crouching
before her playing with her exposed tits.  He saw the faint flicker in her
eyes and sensed she was steeling herself to repel him.  He clipped her hard
with his closed fist; right to the side of the head.  There was a flash of
light inside her brain, a dull pain, and her eyes rolled and she fell
sideways with the force of his blow.
   "Don't even think about it," he growled; as she lay on her side.
   Struggling with her dead weight, he picked her up bodily and threw her
across the narrow bed; rolling her onto her stomach while she kneeled on
the concrete floor.
   "Let's see what you've got sweetheart," Hewitt growled and he reached
around her waist and found her belt buckle.
   He undid it and then the button on her jeans and pulled the zipper down
at her flies.  He stripped her jeans and panties down to her knees and
straddled her; feeling her smooth butt and her plump labia framed between
her buttocks and thighs as she kneeled lying forward across the bed.
   "This is a bonus," he said directing his comment to the boy trussed up
on the floor.  "A little extra for nearly getting my skull cracked open,"
he said with a chuckle.
   The girl was in a foggy daze but knew she was in some peril and she
placed her hands on the bed as if to lever herself back.  Hewitt saw her do
this and swung his fist again; catching her full on the side of her head
with the heel of his balled fist.  She collapsed face down on the bed with
a groan, and lay still.
   He raped her as she lay.  Straddling her, having greased her cunt with
some gel he found in a pigeon hole in the cupboard, with a bundle of
surgical gloves.
   "Not sure why they would have this," he said aloud, as if talking to
them.  "Pelvic exams or rectal exams in the sick room seems a little
outside of basic first aid," he grinned as he wiped the gel over his cock.
   He was hard again.  The power he had exerted to overcome the attack, and
looking at the teen's plump juicy cunt was enough to turn him on.  He went
into her without too much difficulty.  She might only be mid teens at best,
but she was probably developed to full womanhood.  He hunched over her with
his pants around his ankles.  Fucking her slowly and lifting her torso
enough to ravage her breasts and nipples as he moved his hips slowly and
deliberately as he fucked her.  He let the sensation flow through him and
soon he was in ecstasy.  Flushed with a sense of power, and enjoying the
tightness of the teen's cunt.  He indulged himself.  Eventually being
unable to hold himself off from cumming, such that he went at her urgently
to get his rhythm to make the best possible cum he could.  The girl had
recovered somewhat part way through the rape and lifted her head.  She
dully understood what was happening to her.  He felt her push back as if to
get up.
   "Don't you dare you little cunt," Hewitt growled as he felt her briefly
stir to try and get up.
   He took her shoulders and pulled her back against him.  She took it
groaning and moaning as he seemed to be trying to shove right into her
stomach.  He cried out and shoved hard as he raped his wood-be assailant;
calling her all the crude cunts under the sun and threatening her with
`death by fucking' for trying to brain him with the wooden club.  He spewed
into her, gasping and groaning and chuckling in almost hysterical delight
at the intensity of his cumming.  He soaked in her for a minutes or two;
leaning over her and telling her what a great fuck she had been, as he
twisted and squeezed her breasts so she yelped and gasped in pain.  When he
finished he pushed her off the bed so she slumped on the floor, wincing as
her bare butt hit the cold concrete.  Groaning and moaning loud enough for
him to slap her and tell her to `shut-the-fuck-up', before pushing his cock
into her mouth.
   "Clean this you little cunt," Hewitt raved and he forcibly throated the
girl.
   She raised her hands in panic to get him out of her throat but after
brushing her hands away a couple of times, he slapped her hard in
punishment for her persistence at trying to stop him.  She sat on the floor
with her back jammed against the side of the bed, her head bent back as he
pushed his cock as far in as she could take it.  Semen was slithering from
her sex as she sat on the floor.  Eventually he pulled out and a long
ribbon of saliva stuck between his cock and her mouth.  The girl looked up
with pain in her eyes; saliva dribbling from her slack mouth.  Eventually
she passed out and fell sideways.  He stood and pulled his pants up;
gasping and breathing heavily from his exertions.  He giggled like a crazy
man; muttering how fucking great she was.  Eventually he calmed down and he
regarded the scene.  The girl was sitting with her back against the bed but
her body fallen to one side.  The kid had somehow turned himself parallel
to the wall and facing it; as if he didn't want to see.  When Hewitt
kneeled and looked over the kid, he caught the kid closing his eyes to
feign sleep.
   "Playing possum are we?" Hewitt sneered and he cuffed the kid around the
head.
   "Your little buddy was delicious...delightful," he sneered.  "Next it's
your turn my little corn dog junky.  I'm going to fuck this sweet ass to my
hearts delight," he said squeezing the kids butt.
   The boy groaned audibly and sighed.  Hewitt nudged the kid's ribs
knowing he was in some pain, deliberately wanting to hurt the kid.  The boy
gave a low moan as his ribs ached like hell.
   "Ribs sore are they?" Hewitt sneered.  "Well you're in the right place
here in the First Aid Room," he said with a chuckle.  "And it won't be just
your ribs that are sore after I've finished with you," he sneered close to
the boy' ear.
   The girl moaned and he turned and saw she was struggling to sit up.
   "Best keep you under control," he said quickly and took the surgical
tape from the table.  He knelt over her and quickly removed her bra, and
bound her wrists together in front of her.  She was now becoming more awake
and she looked around in a daze and tears started to flow from her eyes. 
She muttered something in Spanish which he didn't understand.  He put his
hands under her armpits and lifted her bodily and threw her back onto the
bed.  Her head hit the wall that the bed was pushed up against and she
groaned and seemed to pass out again.
   "Not your day darling," he said wryly, and pulled her shoes from her
feet, and then slid her jeans and panties off.
   He wrapped her ankles with the tape.  He rolled her roughly along the
bed on her back and sat and toyed with her body.  Playing with her breasts
and nipples, and pushing fingers between her legs; feeling the wet from his
semen in her vagina.  She had a full thatch of dark unruly pubic hair and
he ran his fingers through it.
   "You were one good fuck," he said crudely and pried her labia apart and
peered at her opened sex.
   He heard a movement from the boy and turned to see the boy had worked
himself up onto his knees and he was sitting on his haunches, wavering as
if drunk.
   "Leave her," the kid mumbled.
   "Right then...let's get back to where we were so rudely interrupted,"
Hewitt said.
   His flies were still open and he fished his semi-hard cock out and
jacked it.  He stood with feet apart and jacked himself more deliberately
so he became harder, and then stepped forward and slapped the kid's mouth
with his cock.
   "Suck it you little cunt," Hewitt growled and slapped his cock on the
boy's lips.
   With a look of defeat on his face the kid opened his lips and the cock
slid into his mouth.  Hewitt indulged himself, holding the boy's head and
shoving his cock in and out.  The boy's hands were taped behind his back
and there was little he could do to curb the depth Hewitt pushed in to. 
Soon the boy was almost passing out from lack of air as the cock was shoved
down his throat; Hewitt held the kid's head so he could not pull his mouth
off the cock.  Once again the sense of power and control surged through
Hewitt and he was very aroused.
   "Let's see how good a fuck you are," Hewitt leered crudely, and he
pulled the boy to his feet.
   He undid the kid's pants and pulled them down to his ankles.  The kid
looked miserable yet did not attempt to pull away.  Hewitt pulled the
straight back wooden chair towards them and made the boy lie across the
seat, presenting his ass in the air.  Hewitt grabbed the jar of gel and
slowly greased the boy's ass; shoving greasy fingers deep inside the boy's
rectum.  The kid groaned from the pressure of his own weight on the chair
making his ribs hurt like hell; and also because Hewitt was rough shoving
his fingers in the boy's ass.
   "You got your corn dogs, now I get to corn-hole you," Hewitt said with a
sick grin.
   He greased his cock with the remains of the gel on his fingers, and
straddled the kid's butt and presented his cock to the dark smudge of the
kid's anus.  Hewitt pushed firmly and the boy hissed in pain as Hewitt
shoved his cock past the sphincter.  As he sank in to the hilt the boy
trembled and low moan came from his lips.  Hewitt fucked the boy languidly;
enjoying the tightness and heat of the boy's ass.  Slow fucking at first,
then picking up speed, and slowing again.  It had not been long since
raping the girl and he knew he wouldn't cum quickly, despite being rock
hard in the kid's tight ass.  The boy let out a series of plaintive cries
and moans of discomfort as he was thoroughly anally raped.  He'd had no
intention of giving up his ass; limiting the sex to a blow job at most for
the food.  But Elena had arrived late so he had to suck the guy.  Now it
had all gone wrong.  With tears streaming from his eyes as he lay over the
chair, he groaned and sobbed as he was fucked hard.
   Hewitt fucked the kid's ass for near twenty minutes.  The recent hard
cumming inside the girl had seen to it he would not cum quickly after that
first delicious release.  So he was able to work the kid's ass longer as he
was still some way off cumming a second time.  When he did cum it was just
as intense and sweet as filling the girl's tight cunt.  He groaned and
gasped as the boy wailed and sobbed, as the cock stabbed so deep inside the
boy, as if right in his guts; and the boy's ribs hurting like hell.  The
kid had taken cock in the ass before, but usually quick and fast with
tricks he'd picked up for decent cash not food.  But this guy had turned
the tables and there was little he could do to stop being fucked so deeply.
He was grateful when Hewitt came hard and eventually pulled out.  The kid's
ass made a spluttering farting noise and Hewitt laughed seeing his semen
splattering from the kid's butt-hole.
   "Juicy little boy cunt," he grinned and shoved two fingers into the
boy's butt.
   He lifted the boy's head by pulling on his hair and wiped his fingers
over the boy's lips.  The kid tried to turn his face away to avoid having
the cum-smeared fingers wiped over his face, and Hewitt became annoyed.
   "Don't you fucking play coy you little cunt," Hewitt growled, and
squeezed the kid's nose.
   The kid gasped to breathe through his mouth and Hewitt pushed the
fingers in.  The kid had no option but to taste the funk from his savaged
asshole.  Hewitt maneuvered around to face the kid and lifted his head and
slapped his cock against his lips.  The kid got the message and reluctantly
opened his mouth and Hewitt pushed in.  Throating the boy the same way he
had done the girl, only not for so long.  Hewitt was tired from the
exertion of raping the two kids.  He had them at his mercy and pulling his
pants up and perching his butt against the table, he surveyed the scene. 
The girl was now lying facing the wall; her back turned to him to gain some
semblance of modesty from the rapist's prying eyes.  The kid was draped
over the chair with his face becoming red from his head hanging over the
side.  Hewitt glanced at his watch.  It was three forty-five in the
afternoon.  He cut work that afternoon after his regional boss had pissed
him off.  Gong to the carnival to escape the office and think about his
future as he often did when this new manager fucked him around.  Now here
he was in a disused factory, having nearly had his skull cracked open by a
couple of hustlers; all for the sake of three fucking corn dogs.  He
usually got home about six.  He had some time to kill.  He grinned at the
two kids.
   "We have time for a repeat my sweets," he said pulling the kid's head
up.
   Noting the kid looked worse for wear from being bent over the chair; he
roughly rolled the kid off and let him fall to the floor.  He went and sat
on the bed and inspected the girl's butt and pushed his fingers between her
thighs and fingered her crotch.  He heard her gasp and sob as he played
with her sex and asshole.
   "Let's see how your nasty hole goes," he said with a grin.
   It was a struggle, because despite being trussed up and her head
throbbing in pain, she was being uncooperative.  But he maneuvered her onto
her back and lifted her legs straight up.  He'd slapped her three or four
times after she tried to play dead so as to make it hard to get her in
position.  She eventually gave up resisting after he had slapped her
around, and with copious amounts of the gel pushed into the girl's tight
asshole, Hewitt slowly worked his cock into her rectum.  She sobbed and
pleaded with him not to do her there; almost begging to be fucked
vaginally. He ignored her pleas, and as she wailed in pain, he sodomized
her as he had done the boy.  Burrowing as deep as he could into her as she
wailed and bawled in pain.  He split her and this caused her more anguish.
Hewitt pushed her knees back to her chest and straddled her on the bed as
he raped her anally; cumming in a rush and laughing in semi-hysterical glee
as he filled her butt.
   Despite another short rest, Hewitt found it harder to get erect and he
had difficulty getting into the boy a second time.  He was only half hard
and it was frustrating trying to coax his cock hard enough to penetrate the
kid properly.  It was unsatisfactory and he eventually settled to jacking
himself so he came weakly around the boy's asshole.  He had made the kid
kneel at the side of the bed and bend over with his head on the girl's legs
as she lay on her back; listening to her young friend being fucked once
more.  Hewitt came with a sense of frustration and annoyance it wasn't as
rewarding as the first three efforts.  But given his middle age, he was
surprised he had gotten up three times.  And he still came four times;
twice in each kid.  Satisfied of his afternoon's adventure, he finally
zipped his pants and stood surveying the scene.  The girl appeared out of
it so he unwrapped about three quarters of the turns of the tape on her
wrists.  She could get the rest off after he was gone.  She lay with her
eyes closed but he had to assume she was playing possum.
   "If you're anywhere out of this room before I hit the street, I'll come
back and get you both," Hewitt whispered in her ear.
   He saw her eyelids flicker and knew she had heard.  He grinned and
stepped back.  He took the lantern out into the factory floor and threw it
across the vacant factory floor so the glass shattered and it bounced
several times on the wet floor and went out; hissing as the gas escaped. 
He headed quickly to the door he had entered with the kid and slipped
outside; shielding his eyes as he stepped from the gloomy factory to the
bright late afternoon sun.  He was quickly away from the factory, heading
around the side of the carnival lot and eventually to the public car park
where he had parked his car.  Playing hooky from work had been an eventful
afternoon.  He'd enjoyed himself immensely and all for the sake of three
corn dogs.
   The End
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