 
          --===Justice Seven, Episode 6: Loki's Revenge 1===--
 
Justice Seven
 
Episode 6: Loki's Revenge 1
 
 
 
_Author's Note:_* This story takes place out of sequence with the
Introduction stories.  Episodes 1 - 5 take place in order.  This story,
however, starts immediately following _Episode 3: The Many Faces of
Loki_, and progresses from there.*
 
* *
 
    "Hey, Sweetie," Wanda said, her voice a welcome, syrupy
tone.  "You're late, but that's okay.  C'mon in."  She pulled Paul
inside, and gave him a deep, sensuous kiss.  He put his arms around her
waist and pulled her close.  Their kiss intensified as his hands
slipped down onto her ass.  He'd not had any chance to touch her in the
doctor's office the previous week, and he was going to make up for it
now, especially since she'd made it abundantly clear that she was
interested.  She moaned into his mouth, making no moves to push him
away.  She instead wrapped her arms around him, and began to caress his
back.
 
    The two stood in the entrance of her home for a long time,
kissing and caressing each other.  Finally, they broke apart, and she
led him through the living room, and into the bedroom.  She pulled her
blouse off as she walked in, and tossed it into a chair.  He'd already
known she wasn't wearing a bra.  He yanked off his T-shirt as she
turned to him.  They embraced again, this time her full tits pressed
directly against his bare skin, and he loved the sensation.  Her tongue
was soon inside his mouth, probing and pushing against his own tongue. 
His hands were caressing the smooth skin of her back, and trying to
pull her against him as forcefully as he could.
 
    Eventually, Wanda allowed her hands to move down and undo
Paul's jeans.  She pushed them off his hips, and they puddled at his
feet.  Paul slipped his hands onto her jean-covered ass as he used his
feet to pull his shoes, socks, and jeans off.  Once he was done with
his dance of disrobing, Wanda pushed his briefs off, as well,  He
merely stepped out of these, and he was now completely naked.
 
    Not wanting to be at a disadvantage, Paul moved his hands
from Wanda's ass to undo her jeans.  When he had them unfastened, he
pulled them and her panties down together, until they fell to her feet,
which were already bare.  She stepped out of her jeans and, breaking
their kiss, pulled him over toward the bed.  She pushed him down onto
the bed, and looked him over.  She loved the look of his jet-black
hair, and she once again marveled at his large cock.  She let her
tongue slip out of her mouth to wet her lips in anticipation.
 
    Wanda climbed onto the bed, and she put her head down into
Paul's crotch.  She licked and sucked at his balls, while her soft hand
began to stroke his hard dick.  When she felt he was excited enough,
she brought her mouth to the head of his prick, and let her lips slide
over the sensitive skin.  She could feel his shaft penetrating her
mouth, and she kept going until she'd taken his whole cock into her
throat.  It had been difficult, with his size, but she was proud of her
talent, and she had worked to manage it.  She contracted the muscles of
her mouth and throat, and then she slowly began to slip off him,
massaging his dick with her mouth.
 
    Wanda moved her mouth slowly along Paul's massive length,
and then pushed herself back down onto his cock.  Once again, she
molded her mouth to his shaft, and slowly worked her way off him.  She
was milking him, trying to coax the cum from his balls.
 
    Paul was working mightily to hold off his impending orgasm,
but Wanda's mouth was far too talented for that.  He grunted, straining
to hold back, yet still enjoying the sensation of her hot, tight mouth
on his prick.  Finally, he let loose a loud groan, along with a massive
spurt of his spunk.  He blew his load down her throat, and there was
little choice for Wanda but to swallow, not that she'd intended to do
anything else.
 
    Wanda continued to suck him until she'd gathered every last
drop of his sperm.  She gently released his cock from her lips, and
then she moved up his body.  She kissed him hotly, again letting him
taste himself on her lips.  They kissed passionately, and Paul reached
up to fondle Wanda's tits for the first time.  She moaned at the feel
of his fingers pressing into her tender flesh, and she gasped as he
focused in on her nipples, and twisted them.
 
    The couple continued kissing and groping each other until
Wanda felt Paul's erection returning.  She reached down with her hand
to stroke his length, urging his staff back to hardness.  In only a few
more seconds, she had him fully erect, and she was more than eager to
feel him inside her.
 
    Wanda moved on top of him, moving her knees to the outside
of his hips, and positioning his cock for her entry.  She used her free
hand on his chest to push herself upright, allowing his cock to slip
inside of her as she went.  Paul was in heaven as her tight pussy
massaged each inch of his prick as it slipped inside.  He fought the
urge to ram his hips up into her, as she might have found that painful
at this point.  He instead reached up and began to fondle her breasts
again.
 
    As Paul's cock slid further and further into her, Wanda
moaned out in pleasure.  She'd had a few boyfriends before, but none as
big as this, and she was learning that there were ways in which size
most certainly *does* matter.  She continued to push herself down onto
him, thrilling to the feel of being so full.  It took her a long time
before she felt her pubes pushing against his, and she circled her hips
against him, grinding her clit into his pubes and sending shivers
throughout her body.
 
    Wanda rested a moment, letting her body adjust to its large
and welcome intruder.  Paul continued to massage her tits, tweaking her
nipples and plying the flesh of her breasts.  After a few more moments,
Wanda began to rise off Paul's lap, and then she sank back down onto
it.  She did it again, only more quickly, and soon she set up a
rhythm.  Wanda was riding Paul's cock for all she was worth, and she
could feel her heat building within.
 
    Paul watched in fascination as Wanda's face took on a look
of ecstatic concentration.  Her eyes closed, and her cries became
louder.  She arched her back, pushing her tits more firmly into his
hands, and her hips rode him even faster.  He could feel the tension
building in her body, and it wasn't long before he could almost watch
her orgasm wash over her.  Her body shuddered repeatedly with the
climactic spasms, and she wailed out her pleasure.  Paul thrust up into
her, sending her even higher, and prolonging her pleasure.
 
    He continued to urge her on, until Wanda began to descend
from her heights of bliss.  Paul slowed his movements, but he did not
stop.  It was obvious she needed a bit of a breather, but she made no
move to get off him, and so he continued to toy with her body.
 
    Seeing how out of breath she was, Paul pulled Wanda down
against him.  They didn't kiss, but instead Wanda laid her head on his
shoulder.  He held her lightly, his cock still buried deep within her. 
She took several minutes to try to calm down from her orgasm, and Paul
was willing to lie beneath her, his dick buried inside her, his arms
wrapped around her.  It felt wonderful.
 
    Finally, Wanda felt she was ready for more.  She pushed
herself up slightly, and kissed Paul, hard.  He took his cue, and began
to thrust his own hips up into her.  Wanda groaned at the feel of his
big cock moving inside her, and her hips rolled against him.  Their
kissing continued as he thrust harder and harder, pushing her once
again toward her own peaks of ecstasy.
 
    After a minute, Paul took hold of her, and they rolled
until he was on top.  She wrapped her legs around him, and he began to
ram into her with all his strength.  He plunged deep into her depths,
and she would scream with each thrust.  Her hips were bucking up to
meet his moves, trying to drive him ever deeper into her cunt.  Paul
was grunting now, lost in the wonderful sensations and the heavenly
exertions of the moment.
 
    The pair rutted together, moving closer and closer to the
edge of joy.  Paul leaned down, and they resumed their kissing, without
slowing their fucking at all.  Their tongues were as entangled as their
loins were, and the two were as close to becoming one as is possible. 
They slipped closer and closer to that edge until they finally plunged
over it.  Paul's dick jerked as he let loose an explosive climax inside
of Wanda, and her cunt grasped for it, wanted it, *needed* it, and her
body followed suit, grinding against him, and arching her back, wanting
to be taken by him.
 
    Their climaxes lasted for long moments before the two were
finally able to come back to their senses.  Paul slipped gently out of
his lover, and then slipped to her side on the bed.  He caressed her
gently, but sensually.  She closed her eyes and sighed at the feelings
he was giving her.  It was a perfect start to their afternoon.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    "So," Wanda said, during a break in their coupling, "Just
what kept you from me?"  Her voice wasn't hurt; she was just interested.
 
    "I met this group of kids a few days ago, and they wanted
me to join their... ah, 'club'.  I had to go to their clubhouse at noon
for the initiation."  He was being vague, and slightly untruthful, but
he wasn't going to reveal himself to her.
 
    "A club, huh?  What kind of club?"
 
    "Just a bunch of misfits, really.  I fit in perfectly," he
lied.  He barely felt like he fit in at all.  The other three were far
too uptight for his tastes.  He doubted any one of them would slip off
to screw a nineteen-year-old nurse during their weekends.
 
    "Paul, you're not a misfit."
 
    "No, just a troublemaker," he replied with a smile.  "Every
group has to have one, you know.  It's a law.  So, I'm theirs."
 
    "Oh, I see," she said with mock-seriousness.  "Well, then,
I hope you do your job as troublemaker adequately.  But... try not to
get into too much trouble.  If you get grounded, I can't fuck you. 
Unless we do it at *your* house..." she said playfully.
 
    "Oh, I'm sure that would go over *real* well with Sergeant
Slaughter."  She looked at him curiously until he explained.  "My
stepfather.  He's an asshole."
 
    "Oh.  I'm sorry about that."
 
    "Well, his assholeness is what brought us together, in a
way.  If he hadn't made me do that stupid fucking run, I wouldn't have
been in the hospital, and you wouldn't have met me."
 
    "True.  I guess even assholes have their purpose."
 
    "I could say something about that..." he said, leering at
her behind.
 
    "Think you're ready for that, do you?" she said,
challengingly.  "Well, come get some, stud."
 
 
 
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    Paul spent all of that afternoon with Wanda, and he was
looking forward to more.  The trouble he had was that, in order to
continue to have his weekends available to see Wanda, he had to keep
himself out of trouble.  He wasn't sure how he would accomplish his
mission with Donna McMahon *and* keep himself out of trouble, but he
was going to try.  Getting laid was worth the effort.
 
    *Of course, there's always Claire... and if I get in
trouble again, maybe good ol' Frank will make me go see Allison
again.*  Paul smirked as he finished washing up for school.  The
thought of Allison always made him smile.  He wanted to get into her
pants as a human.  More important, he wanted her to know he knew about
her feelings, and that they were reciprocated.
 
    "Paul, get your ass in here!"
 
    Frank was bellowing.  Paul frowned sharply.  It was almost
time for him to leave for school, and he didn't need another of Frank's
lectures.  He walked out to the kitchen, to find Frank with his foot
planted in the garbage can, crushing the garbage down.  After he was
done, he took a stack of newspapers and dumped them into the garbage
bag.  Finished, he turned to Paul.
 
    "Take this out before you go to school."
 
    "That bag's gonna be too heavy now."
 
    "Don't talk back to me, mister!  Just do what you're
told!"  Frank stormed away, leaving Paul to handle the trash.  He
sighed, and grabbed the bag out of the can.  He set it on the floor to
tie it closed, and then hefted it once more.  He didn't notice the
small tear in the bottom of the bag.
 
    Paul made it out the back door and about halfway across the
lawn before the small tear became an enormous rip, and all of the
contents of the bag promptly collected at his feet.
 
    "Shit!" he exclaimed.  At that moment, Frank stuck his head
out the back door.
 
    "Watch your mouth!  And clean that mess up *now*!"
 
    Paul looked at him incredulously.  "I'll be late for
school!"
 
    "Like you really give a damn!  Now get to work!"
 
    Paul turned back and muttered a few choice words under his
breath concerning Frank's ancestry.  He went to the shed and got out
some gloves, and a new, larger, garbage bag.  Then he set about
cleaning up the mess that Frank had essentially made him make.
 
    *That son of a bitch has got to go.  I'm sick of this
crap.*  Paul allowed his mind to wander over the possibilities while he
tried to ignore the garbage he was shoveling into the large trash bag. 
It took him nearly twenty minutes to collect it all, as the wind
decided to blow some of it around.  He knew he couldn't let that go;
Frank would have a fit if even one little piece of paper was left in
the yard.
 
    After collecting all the trash and finally getting it into
the can out in the alley, Paul put his gloves away.  He noticed that
his shirt was stained and wet, so he would have to deal with that,
too.  It was another ten minutes before he was able to leave the
house.  He knew that his first class would be half over by the time he
even made it to school grounds.  He cursed his stepfather the entire
way to the school.
 
 
 
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    Paul walked into his class in the middle of the teacher's
lecture.  She scowled at him darkly.
 
    "Don't even bother sitting down, Mr. Bell.  Just get on
your way to the principal's office."
 
    Paul thought to tell her this time it wasn't his fault, but
she wasn't likely to believe him, so he just turned and walked out.  He
considered just hanging around until second hour, but then the school
would call him down for skipping class, and that was worse, in their
eyes, than being late.  He trudged down to the office, and told Mrs.
Tamber what he was there for.  She directed him to a seat, and he
slumped into it, waiting for the inevitable.
 
    Mr. Garrett popped his head out of his office shortly, and
just motioned to Paul without a word.  Paul sighed as he stood up; his
fatalism would have done a Russian proud.  He walked into Mr. Garrett's
office and sat in the appropriate chair without being directed.  Mr.
Garrett walked around his desk and sat down, glaring at Paul.
 
    "What is it this time?" the principal asked.
 
    "I was late getting to class.  But this time it wasn't my
fault," Paul said.
 
    "Oh?  What, your dog ate your sneakers?" Mr. Garrett said
snidely.
 
    Paul explained, very briefly, the situation that had made
him late for school.  He made sure to point out that his stepfather
knew about it, in the hope that Mr. Garrett might take that into
account.
 
    "You expect me to believe that?  You forget, I've met your
stepfather.  He didn't strike me as a man who would intentionally make
you late for school.  Paul, you don't seem to be able to take
responsibility for anything.  This is the fourth time you've been in
here for tardiness.  I'm afraid it's time that we resort to heavy
discipline again."
 
    Paul frowned at the man, and glared.  It was bad enough
that he wasn't believed, especially when he was telling the truth, but
Paul hadn't done anything - that the school knew about - since his
suspension.
 
    "You'll be suspended for the rest of the week.  I'd suggest
you shape up, Paul, or you're not going to have a very fun year."
 
    Paul stood up, and looked down at the principal.  "Why
should this year be any different than the last one?  And why should I
bother shaping up, when you blame me for things that aren't my fault
anyway?  You're a wonderful example of everything that's *wrong* with
the school system, *Mister* Garrett.  Good day."  Paul turned and
marched out of the office.  His anger was enough that he almost snapped
at Mrs. Tamber, but caught himself.  She gave him the requisite notice
to parents, and he stormed out of the school.  He grunted in the
knowledge that at least he didn't have to go to his locker.  He left
school grounds and headed home.  He knew he was going to catch hell for
this from Frank, even though it *was* Frank's fault.  Paul knew that
Frank would not care, but Paul had put up with enough crap on all sides
lately, and it was time that he stuck up for himself.  Frank would just
have to understand.
 
    Paul knew he wouldn't.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    "What the hell is your problem?  You can't even go *three
fucking weeks* without getting into trouble?  How far up your ass do
you keep your head?  I don't understand you; you refuse to do what
you're told, you refuse to give anyone respect, and you refuse to
behave appropriately *anywhere*!"
 
    Paul was standing, listening to this tirade, and it was
making him angrier and angrier.  He didn't speak, yet, though.
 
    "I've had enough of you!" Frank continued without pause. 
"As before, you will spend your term of suspension working for Miss
Taylor.  But I've got to figure out what the hell else to punish you
with that's going to get it through your thick fucking skull that you
don't run the fucking world!"
 
    Paul had finally had enough.  "But you do, apparently. 
Just for the record, *Frank*, I got suspended *BECAUSE OF YOU*!  I
*told* you that bag was too heavy!  I *told* you it would make me late
for school!  I got suspended *for being late!*  This is entirely your
own goddamned fault, and I'm not going to stand here and listen to you
badmouth me for something I couldn't do anything about!"
 
    "Don't you take that tone of voice with me, mister, or-"
 
    "OR WHAT?  You'll hit me?  Go ahead!  I'll have you
arrested before the day is out!  I've taken all of your shit I'm going
to put up with!"  He saw his mother about to get involved in this, but
he raised his hand to signal to her to stay out of it.  "You know
what?  I'm going to give you my punishment for you.  I'll do your
goddamned run again.  But there are two conditions.  One is that
Allison will run with me."
 
    "You will refer to her as Miss Taylor, or-"
 
    "*SHE* told me to call her Allison, and her request
outweighs your ego, you cocksucking fuckhead!  Allison will run with
me, to make sure I survive the damned thing."
 
    "And your second *condition*?" Frank sneered.
 
    "You have to do it first," Paul said in a challenging tone
of voice.  Frank's face went blank for a moment, and then erupted in
rage.
 
    "How dare you!"
     "What's the matter, chickenshit?  Can't do it yourself? 
I'm not doing it until *you* can do it.  You've held this goddamned run
up as the end-all and be-all of manhood.  Are you a *man* or aren't
you?"  Paul glared at him challengingly, and it was Frank's turn to
back down.
 
    "Fine!  This Saturday, just like last time!  Now go to your
room!"
 
    "I'll go wherever I damned well please.  However, it
*pleases* me to go to my room, and to get away from an arrogant,
egotistical, self-serving sonofabitch like yourself."
 
    Paul walked out of the room with his head held high for
once.  As soon as his stepfather had mentioned Allison, Paul had formed
a plan.  He knew there was some danger involved, but he hoped that
Allison would be accepting of things.  Either way, he had to tell her. 
Tomorrow would be a big day.
 
 
 
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    At eight o'clock the next morning, Paul found himself
standing before Allison's front door.  He took a deep breath, and rang
the doorbell.  It was mere seconds before she opened the door, and
offered him her beautiful smile.
 
    "C'mon in, Paul.  What did you do this time?" she asked
light-heartedly.
 
    Paul tried not to snap at her, because she certainly had no
responsibility in the issue.  "I was late for school.  Of course, that
was Frank's fault, but no one seems to care about that."
 
    She turned to look at him with a slight frown.  "How was it
his fault?"
 
    "He overpacked the garbage bag, and then when I went to
take it out, it busted.  Then he made me clean it up before I went to
school.  It made me half an hour late."
 
    Her frown deepened.  "You're right, that is his fault. 
I'll admit, Paul, that I don't like your stepfather much.  He strikes
me as a mean man."
 
    "You don't know the half of it."
 
    She led him over to the couch, and sat down.  He sat down
next to her, trying not to sit too close, but it was hard.
 
    "I can't make you work for me if that's what it's for."
 
    "I don't have a choice.  I have to come over here tomorrow,
too, and I have to spend the rest of the day today."
 
    "Your parents aren't home."
 
    "They'd know.  *Believe* me, they'd know."
 
    Allison turned her head, to stare off into the distance. 
"Well, I suppose we could watch TV or play a board game or something. 
I'm not going to make you work for something that wasn't your fault. 
My conscience won't let me do that.  So, what should we do?" she asked,
turning back to face him.
 
    As she did, Paul's heart was racing, because he knew what
he was going to do.  As her head moved back in his direction, he leaned
in.  His lips soon made contact with hers.  She was startled at first,
and he could tell, but she made no efforts to push him away, and after
a second, she began to kiss back.
 
    It was Allison's lips that parted first, her tongue snaking
out to brush against his.  He opened his mouth to admit it, and she
plunged in, pleasantly assaulting his own tongue and ravaging his
mouth.  He reached over and embraced her, pulling her to him as he lay
back on the couch.  Finally, she was on top of him, and they were still
kissing.  He caressed her back through her T-shirt, and he loved the
feel of her body.
 
    Suddenly, Allison broke off their kiss, and leaned back a
little, but did not get off of him.  The look on her face was one of
worry.  "God, Paul, what are we doing?  I could get in so much trouble
over this..."
 
    "Shh," he said, trying to quiet her.  "I know how you feel
about me.  I'm not going to do anything to get you into trouble, but I
want to be with you."
 
    She looked at him, and her expression changed to one he
couldn't quite read.  "Oh, Paul," she said, her voice full of longing. 
He pulled her down to him again, and they were once again lip-locked. 
This time, it was his tongue that invaded, dancing wetly with hers.  He
continued to caress her back, working his way down, until he had his
hands resting on her ass.  She sighed, loving the feel of his hands on
her body.  The two remained this way for several minutes.
 
    Finally, Allison stood up, and held her hand out to Paul. 
He let her help him up, and then followed her upstairs, and into her
bedroom.  It was a very feminine room, but Allison was a very feminine
woman, and it suited her.  Paul's attention didn't focus on the decor
for very long, however, as he was far more interested in the beautiful
woman before him.  He embraced her again, and she kissed him hotly. 
His hands made their way down onto her ass, but did not stay there. 
Instead, they moved back up, pulling her T-shirt up her body.  When he
couldn't pull any farther, Allison let him go, and stepped back
slightly, allowing him to remove her shirt.  He looked at her in awe,
even though he had once *been* her, it just was not the same as seeing
the real person.
 
    Paul moved his hands across her back, and reached the clasp
of her bra.  He undid this, and then stepped back, letting his hands
move up to her shoulders to gingerly pull the undergarment loose. 
Allison held her arms slightly away from her body, allowing him to
dispose of the interfering fabric.  As her bra dropped free and to the
floor, Paul gazed at her wonderful tits, standing proud from her
chest.  He reached out and gently cupped one, feeling its weight and
gently massaging it.  Allison cooed at the feel of his fingers on her
tit.  He ran his fingers over her nipple, and she closed her eyes,
leaning her head back a little and allowing a soft moan to pass her
parted lips.
 
    Paul leaned down and took Allison's other breast into his
mouth, kissing and sucking on it relentlessly.  Allison brought her
hands up to the back of Paul's head, pressing him more tightly against
her.  Her back arched as his lips found her nipple, and she forced her
breast into his mouth, where he tongued her nipple and sucked on it. 
Allison moaned loudly at that.
 
    Paul's free hand strayed down to Allison's jeans.  He
managed to undo them in only a few seconds, and he began to push them
down, one side at a time, off her hips.  His other hand reached down to
help, and soon her jeans fell to the floor.  He broke off the action of
his mouth on her breast to kneel before her.  He lifted each foot in
turn, pulling off her sneakers, and then he pulled her jeans and socks
off together.  He ran his hands along the outside of her legs, and he
felt her shiver at his touch.  He looked up at her, to find her gazing
down at him, and smiling.
 
    Paul reached out for her panties, and gently tugged them
off her hips.  The satin fabric slipped easily off her body, and now
Allison was completely nude.  He stood back up, allowing his hands to
trail lightly along her skin, which caused her to shiver.  He hurriedly
removed his own T-shirt, and kicked off his sneakers.  Before he took
off his pants, though, he pulled her to him and kissed her again,
feeling her wonderful breasts mashed between them, her nipples spearing
his chest.  He loved the feel of it.
 
    Allison was not so patient, however, and her hands were
working feverishly at his pants, getting them undone, and then shoving
them and his underwear roughly down off his hips.  Once she had those
free, her hand searched for and quickly found his cock, which she
gently stroked to full hardness.
 
    Paul was more than ready for her, but he wanted to do
something else first.  It was something he hadn't done willingly with
anyone yet, but his nasty little encounter with Donna McMahon had given
him the necessary skills.  Ever so gently, Paul pushed Allison down
onto the bed, and then he helped her slide up onto it fully.  He made
his way onto the bed, and between her legs.  His hands played softly
against her inner thighs, and she moaned, letting her legs fall open to
give him access.  He leaned in, and flicked his tongue across her pussy
lips, causing her to shudder and gasp in pleasure.  He then began to
work his tongue against her in earnest, causing her body to twist and
her hips to roll with the sensations.  Her body was trying to make more
contact, but Paul was keeping it light at the moment.  Finally, when he
sensed she was about to go crazy, he plunged his tongue deep into her
hole, and wiggled it.  Allison cried out loudly, and her juices flooded
Paul's face as her orgasm washed over her.  He was surprised; he hadn't
even touched her clit yet.
 
    Paul crawled up beside Allison as she came down from her
high.  He caressed her abdomen and kissed her ear as she tried to catch
her breath.  She was already sighing in pleasure from his touch, and
she wasn't sure she'd get a chance to catch her breath before her body
insisted on having him inside her.  She took several deep breaths and
then turned her head to kiss him.  He kissed her passionately, taking
her into his arms.  They were lying together on their sides, and
Allison moved her leg over top of his, pulling him more closely into
her.
 
    Reaching down, Allison gently grasped Paul's cock, and
positioned it at her entrance.  Paul pushed in slowly, allowing her to
grow used to his large prick.  Allison moaned into his mouth at the
feel of him entering her.  She used her leg to help pull him in closer,
deeper inside.  Paul's hand moved around to her ass, and groped it,
kneading the flesh and fondling her.  Soon, he was fully inside her,
and he began to stroke, moving smoothly in and out of her depths. 
Allison's cunt gripped his shaft, trying to pull it even deeper inside
of her.
 
    The two broke their kiss, and their grunts and groans
filled the room as their passions rode higher.  Paul leaned down and
once again took one of Allison's nipples into his mouth.  Allison threw
her head back in joy as his tongue worked over her breast.  His hand
continued to fondle her ass, and he continued to slip smoothly in and
out of her.  Paul felt her begin to shudder, and he could tell she was
in the throes of her second orgasm.  He continued to stroke into her
throughout her orgasm, prolonging it and sending her even higher.
 
    When Allison came down from her high, she embraced Paul
tightly, and rolled onto her back, taking him with her.  He was now
above her, and it was clear that she wanted him to thrust more
strongly.  He obliged, plunging powerfully into her cunt, his pace
increasing as the strength of his movements grew.  Allison was gasping
with each thrust, as she was once again climbing the roller coaster of
passion.  This time, however, Paul was going with her.  He could feel
the tingling in his balls that told him it was just about time.  He
rammed harder into her, trying to push her to her peak as well.  Once
again, he took her nipple in his mouth, but he very lightly bit down on
it, just enough for Allison to feel it.  The sensation sent shockwaves
of pleasure throughout Allison's body, and she screamed out, her orgasm
rocking her.  The muscles of her pussy clamped down on Paul's dick, and
wouldn't let go, pulling it inside of her.  The sensation was more than
Paul could take, and he was quickly over the edge, spewing his load
deep into her wonderful cunt.  They both screamed out their passion for
long moments before they were able to descend from that blissful high.
 
 
 
===<<<+>>>===
 
 
 
    Paul and Allison spent the entire morning in bed, but they
did finally have to break for lunch, so that they would have the energy
to recover.  They made sandwiches, and sat at the kitchen table to eat
and talk.  Paul had not yet revealed his secret to Allison, and he was
nervous.  He feared she would condemn him for his freakish nature.
 
    Still, he had to tell her.  He couldn't lie to Allison, for
whatever reason.  He didn't really understand why he was so attached to
her, other than that was how he felt.  Swallowing the last bite of the
first half of his sandwich, he took a drink, and then looked over at
her.
 
    "You know, I have a confession to make."
 
    "Being late really *was* all your fault?" she said
mischievously.  He grinned.
 
    "No, that really was Frank's fault."
 
    "Then what?"
 
    "Um... Today isn't the first day we've had sex."
 
    Allison cocked an eyebrow at him.  "Generally speaking, I
remember who I sleep with.  I don't recall you being in my bed
before... though I wished you were."  She had already admitted the
depths of her feelings for him during the morning, which only made this
more difficult.
 
    "I didn't look like me at the time," Paul said, trying to
lead gently into things.
 
    "You were in disguise?  Wow, which of my boyfriends were
you?  Oh, um... hmmm, there's a problem with that notion," she said
with another cocked eyebrow.  She stared fixedly into his lap with a
predatory smile.  Paul blushed, even though he'd given himself that
particular trait intentionally.
 
    Paul sighed.  He was realizing that there wasn't an easy
way to tell her about his mutant status at all.  He finally got up the
courage to say, "Well, that didn't look the same at the time, either. 
Allison, I'm... not human."
 
    She stared at him for a long moment in silence, and then
said, "Okay... I'm waiting for the punch line..."
 
    He shook his head.  "No, I'm serious.  The first time you
and I made love, I had four legs, instead of two."  He figured she'd
know exactly what he was referring to.  Allison went slightly pale,
because even if he was joking, he obviously knew about her and Oscar.
 
    "Prove it," she said with conviction.
 
    Paul nodded, and opened his robe, tossing it onto the chair
as he stood up.  He then knelt on the floor, and concentrated.  Having
touched Oscar meant that Paul had a permanent and complete image of him
stored in his mind.  He morphed into the dog without much trouble, and
was soon standing, staring up at a very stunned Allison.  Her face had
grown quite pale, and she seemed to have lost her voice.  Figuring that
he'd proved his point, he morphed back into himself... or at least, the
self that people expected to see.
 
    Putting the robe back on - it was hers, and it didn't fit
very well, but it was better than going naked - he sat back down.  He
was waiting for her to say something, *anything*, but she didn't seem
to have the voice.  He decided to finish his explanation.
 
    "The last time Frank loaned me to you, I... um... well, I
got a little curious.  One of the times you and Oscar were together, I
was Oscar.  You told me, without knowing it, how you felt about me.
 That's... um... the only way I'd have gotten up the nerve to kiss you
the way I did this morning."
 
    "Oh," she finally said, in one long, drawn-out syllable. 
"I had wondered why you'd changed all of a sudden.  Last time, I
thought I was sending all kinds of signals, but you didn't do anything."
 
    Paul blushed.  "You probably were, but I'm not all that
girl-savvy."
 
    "So, can you become anything you like?"
 
    "No.  I'm apparently limited to anything mammalian.  I've
tried birds, and reptiles, and inanimate objects.  I can't do inanimate
objects at all, and the other two made me sick as a... well, very
sick."  She laughed at his joke.  He'd almost said sick as a *dog*.  "I
can, however, change my appearance to look like anyone.  Or to look
like no one in particular, but different from this me."  He
concentrated, and brought back the long, jet-black hair that Wanda
liked.  "There's a girl I know that likes guys with their hair this
way."
 
    "Hmmm.  Well, I sort of like *Paul*.  You know him?"
 
    "I'm still me, Allison.  One of the things I found out from
that stupid run Frank made me do was that there isn't a 'real' me.  Or,
actually, there is, but it's a very ugly, bland me.  Think of Odo in
Deep Space 9, but even more featureless.  That's the 'real' me.  This
is just some image I invented for myself somehow."
 
    "Well, I still like the Paul I know.  He's cute."  Paul
blushed, as he morphed his hair back to its usual dirty-blond color.
 
    "So... you're not disgusted?"  Paul was desperately worried
about this.
 
    "Paul, this doesn't change anything.  Hell, you are already
aware that my sexual preferences aren't limited to the human race. 
I'll take you any way I can get you."  She leaned over, and they kissed
again.
 
    When they broke the kiss, Paul asked, "Did Frank tell you
about the new run?"
 
    "No, he didn't mention it..." she looked worried, but Paul
waved her off.
 
    "I'm making him do it first, to see if he can even finish
it.  I told him that I'd only do it if you ran with me."
 
    "Paul, I'm no athlete..."
 
    "I don't expect you to run the course.  I'm going to beat
Frank's time.  I need someone to carry my clothes... I can't morph
them.  When I'm in animal form, I don't have my health problems."
 
    "Ohhhhh," she said, understanding finally dawning upon
her.  "What did you have in mind, you sneaky devil?"
 
 
 
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    On Saturday, the four of them gathered on the trail.  Paul
had bad memories of this trail, but he knew this time would be
different.  He held his own stopwatch this time.  

    "You know the rules," Paul said.  "Whenever you're ready."
 
    Frank headed off at a dead run, quickly disappearing around
a bend in the path.  He went over and sat on a bench to wait, and
Allison sat down beside him.  She had to be careful not to sit too
closely, however, or Sharon might suspect something.  Sharon, on the
other hand, looked off into the distance, a frown set firmly on her
face.  She was not happy about this at all.
 
    "I wish I could become a bird," Paul whispered to Allison. 
"Flying the course would be really fast... and probably pretty cool."
 
    "You can still fly, you know," Allison said in the same
whispered tones.
 
    "How?  I can't be a bird.  I've tried."
 
    "Bats are mammals," Allison said.
 
    "Damn!  I'd forgotten all about bats!  Geez, you're right. 
Hey, that could be really cool... although bats don't normally show
themselves during the day..."
 
    "If you stick to the edge of the path, and weave your way
through the trees, no one will see you."
 
    "Good idea.  I'll have to... uh... thank you for that
later," he said, an impish grin flashing across his face.
 
    "I look forward to it," she replied in kind.
 
    Soon enough, Frank came out of the path.  He was clearly
winded, and struggling to keep a straight path.  Paul grinned
maliciously at him.  As he entered the small circle they were sitting
in, Paul clicked his stopwatch.
 
    "Thirty minutes, thirty-eight seconds."
 
    "I made it," Frank said in triumph.
 
    "Not really," Paul said, eager to burst his bubble.  "The
trail is five-point-one miles long.  Now, if you're supposed to be
doing a six-minute mile, then a tenth of a mile should only take you
thirty-*six* seconds extra, and not thirty-*eight*.  You're no big
hotshot, yourself, Marine."  Paul was enjoying the apoplectic
expression on Frank's face.  Frank Bell would not dress him down in
front of others, and Allison's presence protected Paul from any
retribution.  What was about to happen would silence Frank on the issue
forever.
 
    "All right, big mouth, let's see how you do.  Get going."
 
    Paul and Allison trotted lazily out of the circle and down
the path.  After about an eighth of a mile, Paul detoured into the
trees.  He and Allison stopped when they were far enough in not to be
seen by anyone passing by.  Paul quickly got undressed, and he smiled
when he saw the look on Allison's face.
 
    "If you do it, I'll lose..." he said.
 
    "Awww," she pouted.
 
    He handed her his clothing.  "Now, if you go straight
through there, you'll be on the other end of the path, and we'll be
only another eighth of a mile away from the finish.  Now, I have to
become something... somewhat smaller.  Don't be surprised, but I'm
going to morph into several animals.  It's easier if I do this in
steps.  Going from human to bat all at once hurts like hell... or at
least it did to go from human to chinchilla, and they're not a *whole*
lot different in size."
 
    "Okay.  Go for it."
 
    Paul placed his hands against a tree, and began the process
of morphing.  He started with a wolf, then he moved on to a lynx, then
a badger, prairie dog, and then finally, to a bat.  He flexed his
wings, feeling the strange sense of lightness in his body.  He wasn't
sure he knew how to fly, but something told him that he'd get the hang
of it quickly.
 
    Allison couldn't resist, but leaned down and scooped him up
in her hands.  She talked softly to him.  "Good luck, lover.  Don't
smash into any trees, okay?"  She didn't go so far as to kiss him,
though.  She held out her hands, to give him a good platform to leave
from.
 
    Paul stretched his wings as he pushed off her fingers.  He
began to fall rapidly, but he flapped his wings and soon had the hang
of it.  It took him a moment to realize he was already in the treetops,
and heading upward.  He was surprised to find how easily he had adapted
to flight.
 
    Getting hold of himself, Paul began to maneuver through the
trees, following the edge of the path.  He pushed himself to see just
how fast he could go, and he was exhilarated by the speed he could
achieve with very little effort.  He figured he was doing twenty or
thirty miles per hour, which would be two or three times as fast as
Frank had managed.  He suddenly had to duck a branch, because he hadn't
been paying enough attention.  That little mishap brought him back to
reality fast.  He focused his awareness on what was ahead of him, and
simply allowed his emotions to tend to themselves.  He was truly having
a blast.
 
    In no time at all, he was crossing the bridge at the
halfway mark, and was heading for the finish.  He weaved through the
trees, having fun with this "run".  He knew Frank would shit his pants
if he knew how Paul was traveling along the path.  But Frank had never
stipulated that he had to do the course as a *human*.  It wasn't Paul's
fault that Frank hadn't known that he would need to make such a
requirement...
 
    Soon enough, he saw Allison standing, waiting for him. 
He'd had a second's concern that she might walk off and leave him
without any clothes, but it passed quickly: she really did care for
him, for whatever reason.  He circled her for a few seconds, to get her
attention, and then he landed on her shoulder.  Quickly, she headed
back into the woods, to give them some privacy.
 
    Paul reversed his process of morphing, using the different
animals to finally make his way back up to human size again.  Once he
had made it, Allison handed him his clothing.  As he got dressed, she
asked, "How was it?"
 
    He stopped and looked at her with a broad smile.  "You
wouldn't believe it!  God, that was fun!  I don't think I've ever felt
that way!"
 
    Allison smiled at him.  "It's like that when I go hang
gliding, too."
 
    "You hang glide?"
 
    "Yeah."
 
    "That might be fun to try."
 
    "Oh, I doubt it can compare to flying under your own
power.  But I'll take you sometime, if you'd like."
 
    He'd finished dressing, and he pulled her to him.  He
kissed her hotly on the lips.  She returned the kiss, and they stayed
locked for over a minute.  Finally, Allison broke off to catch her
breath.
 
    "Whew.  If you do that again, we'll be late."  She looked
at the stopwatch.  "We've got about eight minutes to get there.  Is
that enough time?"
 
    "For an eighth of a mile?  It better be!"
 
    The two walked out onto the path, and kept up a rapid
walking pace together.  Paul would not overexert himself in this guise,
because his normal self was quite vulnerable to such things.  Still,
they made the remaining eighth of a mile in about two minutes.  As they
rounded the bend to see Frank waiting for them, Paul relished the look
on his face.  He was staring down at his stopwatch in disbelief.  As
they sauntered into the circle, Frank was speechless.  Paul leaned over
and clicked the stop button on the watch.
 
    "Hmm. Twenty-five minutes and forty-eight seconds.  I think
that beats your time by just a smidgen, doesn't it, slowpoke?"
 
    Frank grew beet-red from a mixture of embarrassment and
rage.  He turned, without a word, and stalked off toward the car. 
Sharon came over to her son and gave him a hug.
 
    "Are you okay?  The doctor told you not to do this, you
could..."
 
    "Mom, I'm fine.  Since that little problem I had, I've...
grown a bit stronger.  I think I might have rounded a corner... but no
need to tell Frank that." he said maliciously.
 
    "You know he's going to be fuming all day," Sharon said.
 
    "If you don't mind, I think I'll stay away from home for a
while.  Allison offered to take me hang gliding, if it's okay with you."
 
    "Be careful, Paul... but okay.  It'll be easier if you let
Frank cool down for a while, anyhow."
 
    "See you later."
 
 
 
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    When Paul returned to school the following Monday, the
first thing he had done was to find Claire, to remind her of her
agreement to help with his plan.  Paul had come up with the next step
in destroying Donna McMahon, but he would need help in pulling it off.
 
    That was why Paul and Claire were now sitting in the
storage room near the cafeteria.  It was obvious that someone else had
been here since they'd first used this room for their little tryst. 
Being here brought back good memories for Paul, but it obviously wasn't
quite the same for Claire; she sat as far away from him as possible
while they waited for the school to empty.
 
    "How long do you figure before the teachers and the
janitors go home?" she asked finally.
 
    "The teachers'll go home in about ten minutes.  I'm not
sure about the janitor, though."
 
    "Wonderful."
 
    There was no further conversation as they sat for the next
twenty minutes, each lost in their own thoughts.  Paul kept staring at
Claire, but she was making every effort to ignore him.  He knew she
didn't really like him, but yet she had slept with him twice.  He'd met
her once in the public library, and doing it in the unoccupied reading
room had been dangerous and exciting.  She'd called him an asshole
afterward, but she hadn't made any efforts to stop him.  *I think she
just wants to think of herself as pure, rather than as a slut.*  He
didn't really care, so long as it got him laid.  Of course, he had
Wanda and Allison now, so Claire was far less important to him.  Still,
it was fun to torture her that way, and she had one hell of a body.
 
    Claire got up.  It was almost as if she could read his
thoughts.  As she grabbed the door handle, she said, "I'm going to look
around and see if the janitor is here still.  If I get caught, we can
do this tomorrow."
 
    "Fine.  I'll go with you."
 
    "Whatever."
 
    The two wandered the darkened halls of the school for ten
minutes, looking for the janitor.  Either he had already gone home, or
he was in one of the other buildings.  This particular building was
huge, as it housed both the cafeteria and the gyms, of which the school
had three.  It seemed odd that they would lump all of the largest rooms
together in one building, but Paul was no architect.
 
    Satisfied that they were alone, the two headed for the
girls' locker room.  The room was empty and dark, and that suited both
of them just fine.  Paul flipped on the lights as they walked in, and
was pleasantly surprised to find that Mrs. McMahon didn't bother
locking her office.  He hadn't anticipated being able to use that space
for his plan, but he would certainly take advantage of the possibility.
 
    "So, what, exactly, do you want me to do?"  She was nervous
about the fact that he was getting undressed, even though she knew
exactly what he was doing.
 
    "Um... take pictures?" he said with a grin.  "You know how
to work the camera, right?"
 
    "Yeah... is there enough light in here?" the locker room
was not the most well-lit area in the school.
 
    "It'll be okay, I think.  The flash will kick in if it's
not."  Paul was fully nude now, and he noticed that Claire averted her
gaze, even though she had clearly seen his body before.  He also
noticed a slight flush to her cheeks.  He grinned.
 
    Closing his eyes, Paul pictured Donna McMahon, and he felt
himself morph into her form.  He opened his eyes again, and looked down
to see his large tits and his erect nipples.
 
    "Okay," he said, in a much more feminine tone, "Let's get
to work.  We'll start in here."
 
    Paul pushed himself up onto Donna McMahon's desk, and lay
across it.  He rubbed his tits as Claire began to take pictures.  The
light in here was bright, and would produce good pictures.  He caressed
his body, running his hands down across his abdomen, and rubbing over
the soft fur of his groin.  Lifting one leg, he slipped his finger in
between his legs, and made sure that Claire got pictures of him rubbing
himself.  This was a strange sensation for him; it was weird to be
masturbating in front of someone else, and to have pictures taken of
it, no less.
 
    Before he got overly excited, Paul switched positions,
sitting up on the desk and posing in different ways, relying on his
memory of the many images he had on his computer of naked women
posing.  After a while, he hopped off the desk, and posed standing up. 
He leaned over the desk, allowing his tits to dangle deliciously for
the camera.  He posed in several different ways, allowing Claire to get
good shots of him.  He noticed that her flush was deepening, and he
wondered about that.  Was she into girls?  He'd never asked, and she
wasn't about to volunteer information to him.
 
    After several more shots, the two moved out into the main
locker area.  Once here, Paul posed for more shots, his legs spread as
he straddled the bench, and then with a basketball between his knees. 
He once again stroked himself, this time more lewdly for the camera.
 
    Paul finally got up the nerve to go back into the shower. 
His memories of this room were still unpleasant, but then, that's what
the whole thing was about.  He turned on the water and let it wash over
him.  Claire took pictures as he caressed and fondled his tits and ass
under the running water.  His hands slipped between his legs without
consideration, and his finger found his hole.  The whole experience
felt wonderful.
 
    Before he lost control of his senses, Paul moved back out
into the locker area, and then he took the camera from Claire.  He set
it on top of the water fountain, and aimed it at one of the benches. 
Once he had that done, he went over and kissed Claire.  She kissed back
heatedly, and was too aroused, already, to even object.  He led her
over to the bench, and began to undress her.  She didn't even notice
the repeated flash of the camera as it automatically took the pictures.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    When Paul got home, he immediately downloaded the pictures
to his computer.  He took satisfaction in the fact that, though he was
so late getting home that Frank had already arrived, Frank said nothing
to him about it.  He had been giving Paul the silent treatment since
Saturday, and Paul was enjoying every minute of that.
 
    He had promised Claire not to use any pictures that showed
her face, but that didn't mean he wouldn't keep those.  He chose a
series of shots for the job, and he set the rest aside for his own
use.  He zipped the chosen images into a single file, and then opened
his email program.
 
    One of the things that Paul had done long ago was to get
his hands on the email list for the school.  On it were the email
addresses of every faculty and staff member that had one.  He noted
that Donna and Gary McMahon each had their own email address, and that
was good for his purposes.  He attached the zip file to an email, and
then considered what to type.  What he finally came up with was the
following:
 
 
 
Dear Mr. McMahon:
 
Boy, your wife sure is hot!  But isn't this kind of pictorial against
school policy?  I enjoyed the photo session... and afterward...  Well,
I'm glad you two have such an open relationship...  Oh, and don't worry
about the young girl; she had a good time, too...
 
The Camera Man
 
 
 
    Paul made sure to use an anonymous account, and shipped
that message off to Gary McMahon's email.  He snickered as he
considered what hell that would stir up.  Of course, he could always
send the pictures to the paper, but he wasn't ready for that step,
yet.  He wanted to embarrass and harass the McMahons just a little bit
more first.
 
 
 
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    Allison heard her doorbell ring, and quickly moved to the
door.  She knew who was on the other side, but wasn't entirely sure
what he'd look like.  When she opened the door, she smiled.  Standing
before her stood a tall man, at least 5' 11" in height, with light
brown hair.  His hair was cut short, and he had vivid green eyes.  He
was muscular, and it showed even through the dress clothes he was
wearing.  Thankfully, he had foregone the suit and tie, and was instead
wearing slacks and a polo shirt.
 
    "Paul?" she asked tentatively.  He grinned and nodded.  He
eyed her openly, enjoying the skirt and blouse combination she was
wearing.  She led him in as she went to get her coat.  It was late
October, and the temperature was supposed to drop into the thirties
that evening.  When she returned, she had to ask Paul a question.
 
    "Why did you ask me to wear a wig?"  Her hair at the moment
appeared black.
 
    "I didn't want anyone to recognize you," Paul said, his
voice deep and resonating.  She liked the sound of it.  She mentally
slapped herself; she loved Paul, and she didn't want him to think that
such shallow things as looks mattered to her.
 
    Paul could tell what she was feeling, and he took her into
his arms.  "It's okay, Allie," he said, using his nickname for her.  "I
know I look better in this body.  It's still me you're with.  Just
remember, I don't have a true human form, so this one is as good as any
other."
 
    She kissed him softly.  "I just don't want you to think I'd
go out with any guy who looks good in a tight shirt."
 
    "I know you won't.  Hell, if that were the case, you'd be
going out every night of the week, because you're the most beautiful
woman I know."
 
    She smiled, and blushed slightly at his compliment.  She
pulled him more tightly against her, and loved the feel of him. 
Finally, she broke their embrace.
 
    "Shall we go?" she asked.  Paul nodded, and took her arm. 
He led her out to her car, and opened the driver's door for her.  He
still didn't have a license, and didn't know how to drive.  He'd have
to remedy that if he wanted to keep up the appearance of being an adult
at times.
 
    "Where to?" Allison asked, interrupting his thought.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    It had required a lot of background work to figure out
where to take Allison.  He knew there had to be places that teachers
were more likely to frequent than others.  As with any social group,
they would tend to travel in the same circles.  Through some vague
questions and some eavesdropping, Paul had managed to learn the places
that several of the teachers hung out.  The important teachers - that
is, the ones he wanted to see him - hung out in a very few select
places, and those were the places they would go this evening.  The
first was a place called Donovan's, which was an Irish-named seafood
place.  Reservations had been required, and Paul had made them under
the appropriate name.  He enjoyed the expression of interest the head
waiter gave Allison as he showed them to their table.
 
    Allison smiled across at her boyfriend.  "Do you take all
the girls here?" she asked.  Over the past week, Paul had told her
about all of his activities.  Strangely, she had encouraged him to have
experiences.  He had asked her point blank if she expected him to be
monogamously involved with her, and she had said no.  Though she felt
no inclination to play the field herself, she had no desire to deny him
the experiences of his youth.  It was odd, but then, Allison was
obviously a very strange individual when it came to sexual matters,
anyway.
 
    "No," he said, finally answering her question.  "I don't
*date* any of the other girls I've been with.  Besides, we're here for
a reason, remember?  Not that I wouldn't want to bring you here," he
hastily added.  Allison smiled at him.
 
    Suddenly, she whispered, "What am I supposed to call you
again?"
 
    "Gary," he answered in kind.
 
    "Well, Gary, I'm glad you think I'm special."  She arched
her eyebrows and made it clear that she meant the comment in more than
one way.  Paul couldn't help but think about her sexually these days. 
He didn't like the black hair as much as he did her natural brown, but
it made her look so foreign, even to him, that no one else was likely
to recognize her, either, and that's what he wanted.
 
    Dinner progressed easily, and the two chatted about things
as they ate.  The only secret Paul kept from Allison was the existence
of the Mornington Detective and Services Agency.  He wasn't ashamed of
the affiliation, as much as he felt like the square peg of the group,
but telling her about them meant revealing the identities of the
others, and he saw no reason to do that.
 
    After the meal was over, the two relaxed for a while.  Paul
had already seen one of the teachers from school, and he had made an
obvious but failed attempt to hide himself from her.  He, in fact, made
sure she *saw* him doing so, because it was the point of the exercise. 
He glanced at the teacher out of the corner of his eye, and saw her
memorizing Allison's look.  This is why he had asked her to disguise
her appearance; as the "other woman", she was going to be loathed, and
Paul didn't want to bring that down on Allison.
 
    Having succeeded in what he wanted to do here, he and
Allison left the restaurant, to head off to the night club, called
Howard's.  This name was odd, since the owner's name was Fred, but Paul
didn't dwell on it.  Fred had once been a teacher, and this was where
the teachers who drank came to do so.  Paul didn't expect to see too
many of them here on a Sunday evening, but perhaps one.  One was all he
needed.
 
    As they entered the club, Paul wrapped his arm around
Allison's waist.  She leaned against him, and the two made it obvious
to the entire room that they were together, and were almost certainly
going to bed together tonight.  Paul certainly hoped for that ending to
the evening, but right now the appearance of it was what mattered to
him.
 
    Instead of getting a drink at the bar, the two moved
immediately onto the dance floor, where Paul pulled Allison tightly
against himself.  She raised her eyes to meet his, and he leaned down
to kiss her.  They began to move slowly together even before their kiss
ended, and then they shuffled across the floor together, Allison's head
lying on his chest.
 
    Paul looked around the room, and suddenly his eyes caught
sight of one of the secretarial staff at the school.  After making damn
sure that she saw him, he quickly wheeled around, so that his back was
to her.  As obvious as this was, people would not stop to wonder why
Gary McMahon would be so *stupid* as to cheat on his wife in front of
people who knew him.
 
    Of course, Paul's plan would not have worked if Gary
McMahon were at home this evening.  Paul knew him to be up at the
school, as he was most Sunday nights.  This was because Gary McMahon
was far too wrapped up in his work.  It would be the perfect "cover
story" for his playing around, especially since he would be able to
give a detailed account of what he'd been doing up at the school.  That
would only make things look worse.
 
    Paul let his mind drift over these details as he and
Allison continued to dance.  Someone had asked the jukebox for a long
list of slow songs, and the couple never left the dance floor until
they were over.
 
    Finally, Paul led Allison over to the bar, and they each
ordered a drink.  Paul had done some research, and he ordered the drink
with the lowest alcohol content possible without making him look like a
sissy.  He didn't want to get drunk, but to order a soft drink here
would have made him look seriously out of place.  Allison ordered a
beer.
 
    "You drink beer?" Paul asked, surprised.
 
    "Not usually.  I don't generally drink at all, but I know
that beer doesn't affect me too much.  Since I'm the one who's
driving..."  Paul nodded at that.  He rested his hand on hers, to
publicly show his affection, and keep other barflies away from her. 
She smiled at his touch, not really caring why his hand was there.
 
    The couple continued their discussion from dinner, which
wasn't anything of importance, but it allowed them to fill the time
with something other than silence.  She enjoyed his company, and he
adored everything about her.  The two spent over an hour at the bar,
just being together.  Allison limited herself to the one beer, and Paul
only had two drinks.  The damn things were too expensive to have much
more than that, anyway.  *How can teachers afford to come here?*  Paul
was stretching his allowance for this evening's date, but given the
dual pleasures of getting back at the McMahons and spending the evening
out with Allison, it was worth every penny to him.
 
    Finally, Allison was the one to get up.  She motioned to
the door, and he nodded.  Getting up, he took her arm and led her
outside, once again helping her into the car.  As he got in the other
side, she said with a smile, "We've *got* to teach you how to drive."
 
    Paul leaned over and kissed her before she started up the
car.
 
    "Your place, or mine?" she asked, her eyes indicating that
she wasn't joking.
 
    "I don't think Frank would like it if we went to my place,"
Paul replied.
 
    "My place it is, 'Gary'," she said with a twinkle in her
eye.
 
    *This could be interesting...*
 
 
 
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    Over the next week, Paul discussed his plan with the team. 
With Aurora and Hercules now part of the team, an idea occurred to Paul
that wouldn't have been possible before.  They all agreed to meet at
the McMahon home on the following Sunday night.
 
    That particular Sunday night happened to be Halloween, and
that was a truly essential part of the plan.  The McMahons had
decorated for the holiday, and since their porch light was on, it was
clear they were giving out treats for the kids.  That was good; it made
Paul's plan workable.
 
    To Jen, he said, "You can create storms, right?"
 
    "Sort of..." she said.  She pointed to some clouds in the
distance.  "I can draw that storm right to us."
 
    "What about creating lightning?" he asked.
 
    "The last time I did that, it... uh, burned down a shed."
 
    "Hmmm.  You can't just create, like... what do they call
that lightning that never hits the ground?"
 
    "Sheet lightning," Jim offered.
 
    "Yeah, you can't create sheet lightning?"
 
    "Don't know.  I've never tried."  The wind was already
picking up, and Paul was surprised to see that the storm was already
closing on them.  He was surprised that she could do that so quickly.
 
    "Why not give it a shot?  Or isn't that storm close enough?"
 
    Jen, now Aurora, closed her eyes and concentrated.  She
tilted her head backward, and looked up at the sky.  Suddenly, the sky
was lit brilliantly, not with sheet lightning, but the far more
dramatic spider-lightning that traced along the underside of the clouds.
 
    "Cool!" Jim exclaimed.  Paul was likewise impressed, but
wasn't going to say so.
 
    "That... will do," he said.
 
    "Is that really hard to do, Baby?" Jim asked with some
concern.
 
    She looked at him with a smile.  "Not really.  I had to
figure out how to do it.  Once I did that...  I don't have to *control*
the lightning this way, I just have to create it.  That's a lot
easier.  Lightning can be pretty bitchy about what path it wants to
travel."
 
    "I imagine."  Turning back to Paul, Jim asked, "So, what do
you want me to do?"
 
    "Two things.  Whenever someone rings the doorbell, I want
you to let her know to create the lightning, and I also want you to
move stuff around when Mrs. McMahon is at the door, so that it looks
like she's moving it."
 
    "Okay.  What are you going to be doing?"
 
    "Scaring the living piss out of little kids."  Paul walked
off behind the shed in the back yard of the McMahon home.  He stripped,
and went through a short sequence of transformations, ending up as a
very large bat.  Unlike the typical American bat, Paul now had a
wingspan over four feet.  He knew a bat this size would generate terror
in almost anyone who saw it, even though the bat he had modeled himself
after was exclusively a fruit-eater.
 
    Paul flapped his way around the house, and then up onto the
porch.  He secured himself in the rafters, hiding there to await the
arrival of children.  He had to keep himself from chuckling at what he
was about to do to Donna McMahon.
 
    *Well, the bitch deserves it, after what she did to me.*
 
 
 
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    "You sure this isn't going to strain you too much?"
Hercules asked his girlfriend.
 
    "I'll be fine," she assured him.  She snuggled closer to
him on the roof, where they were sitting.  It was breezy and a bit
chilly up there, but they'd worn jackets to take care of that.  Aurora
snuggled against her boyfriend, wrapping her arm around his waist. 
"Thanks for caring, though."
 
    "I love you, Baby," he said, putting his arm across her
shoulders.  He pointed to two kids coming up the walk.  "Showtime."  He
watched them, and then realized he couldn't see them ring the
doorbell.  Luckily, they both heard it.
 
    Aurora closed her eyes again, and immediately, a crackle of
electricity was heard, and then the boom of thunder.  It was close, and
loud.  Hercules heard one of the two kids squeal in fright.
 
 
 
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    On the porch, Paul looked down at the kids.  He shivered
when he heard the peal of thunder; it was *close*.  The kids both
jumped, and the one screamed, afraid of the loud noise.  Neither kid
looked to be more than ten years old, and Paul figured a parent waited
down by the street.  As Donna McMahon came to the door to greet the
kids, the jack-o'-lantern sitting on the porch began to float up into
the air.  That, Paul knew, was Hercules' doing, and it was very
convincing.  Both of the kids moved away from it, staring at it in
terror.
 
    Donna looked at the jack-o'-lantern, shocked at its
behavior herself.  She gave the kids their candy, and then Paul figured
it was time for his little part in this play.  He dropped out of the
rafters and stretched his wings, screeching in the way of bats.  The
porch light illuminated his form just enough for the kids to realize
what it was.
 
    "BAT!" the girl screamed, running off the porch and nearly
tripping, but keeping herself upright enough to get away from the
flying mammal.  The boy was close on her heels, and both were screaming
in fright.  Their mother, who was indeed standing at the end of the
sidewalk, saw the bat and shuddered at its appearance.  She glared up
at Donna McMahon, who was still standing at the doorway.  Her look of
shock was something the mother misinterpreted for hostility, and she
ushered her children away from the house quickly, muttering things that
Paul could not hear.  He flew around, landing on the roof above the
porch, to wait for Donna to retreat back into the house, so he could
resume his post.  He didn't resist the urge to chuckle this time.
 
 
 
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    When the next children arrived, Paul had not yet returned
to the rafters under the porch roof.  Aurora did her job perfectly,
startling Paul as badly as everyone else with the volume of the thunder
clap.  He could almost feel the children -- there were four of them --
cringing from here.  He used his claws to climb down off the roof,
clinging to the fascia board.  He poked his head below the edge of the
board, to see the kids.  He saw the jack-o'-lantern floating around as
before, as well as the wind chime being moved, without much in the way
of wind at the moment.  Paul smiled at the look on the kids' faces, as
well as that on Donna's face, though her look of shock could be
misinterpreted by scared children as one of anger.
 
    The kids took the candy from the woman, anyway.  When they
turned around, however, Paul had crawled down, and was hanging below
the roofline.  He spread his wings wide open, and screeched
menacingly.  The kids took one look, and he was sure that one of them
needed to change their underwear.  They all screamed and bolted.  He
kept his eyes on Donna McMahon, who had immediately moved back into the
house.  He was sure her actions would be misinterpreted in the most
beneficial of ways for himself.  He dropped off the roof, spun around,
and flapped into the night.  He did this so that Donna would think he
was gone, and not call animal control.  He didn't want to spend time
avoiding them.
 
 
 
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    The rest of the night was similar.  They stayed for two
hours, scaring children and generally making Donna McMahon look like
she was in league with dark forces.  Paul was trying to make her look
like a witch, and he felt that he had made a good start.  When the trio
left the McMahon house, Paul was smiling broadly to himself.  

    *You'll never fuck with me again, will you, bitch?*
 
 
 
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    Paul was gratified, when he got to school on Monday, to
hear that the rumors had already started.  Nothing travels so fast
through a high school as a nasty rumor about a teacher.  Some kids went
out of their way to avoid Donna McMahon.  Paul was laughing to himself
at lunch, enjoying the position he was putting her in.  Certainly it
would destroy her reputation if everyone thought she was a witch.  Step
two was nearly complete.
 
 
 
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    Two days later, Paul was once again in the girls' locker
room.  No one had seen him as yet, because he was a mouse at the time. 
When he was sure no one was watching, he transformed himself into a
black cat.  Striding purposefully and as if he belonged, he walked
through the locker room.  He did take the time to peer at some of the
naked flesh available to his sharp cat eyes, but mainly he walked right
to the office.  He saw that there was a girl in the office with Coach
McMahon, and that was perfect.  Paul hopped up onto her desk, and
strode across it toward her.  Donna looked at the animal with distaste.
 
    "Get on outta here!" she yelled.  She picked up the animal,
and tossed it.  Before Paul came anywhere near the floor, he morphed
himself, in plain view of everyone who was now looking at him, into a
bat.  There were numerous screams as he flew around the room.  There
was an open window, and he flew out of it.  One girl rushed over to
slam the window shut.
 
    The girl who was in with Coach McMahon backed away from
her, toward the door.
 
    "What's the matter, Kelly?" Donna asked.
 
    "Uh, nothing, Coach.  Um... we can talk... uh, later.  I
gotta go."  The girl whirled around and left the office, and the locker
room, as quickly as she could.  The other girls looked at each other,
and the whispering began.
 
 
 
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    Paul sat outside the window to the girls' locker room,
contentedly watching all the naked teens walking back and forth.  He
wasn't worried about getting caught, since his current guise was as a
raccoon.  He munched on a sandwich, raccoon-style, while he waited.  He
needed for the locker room to be empty, with the exception of his
target.  Today would mark the end of the torture of Donna McMahon. 
After today, Paul would begin the process of removing her from his
life.  First, though, he wanted his revenge.
 
    Paul watched as the last of the girls said good-bye to Mrs.
McMahon, and hurried out the door.  It was clear that none of them
wanted to be too close to her, and they absolutely did not want to be
alone with her.  Paul slipped in the open window while Donna was
squaring away things in the locker room storage area.  Standing around
a corner, Paul made his transformations, working his way back to
human.  He was not a human that anyone would recognize, however.  He
stood over six feet tall, and he had close-cropped brown hair.  His
eyes were a blazing green, but they had slits, like cat-eyes.  He
figured this little touch would scare the crap out of the unsuspecting
teacher.
 
    Paul heard Donna coming toward him, and so he readied
himself.  The locker room door was separated from the rest of the room
by a short wall, to keep the boys from peeking in, of course.  The
architects didn't suspect this would also make a good ambush position. 
Paul heard keys as Donna McMahon drew closer.  He tensed as the noise
approached, and as soon as he saw her come around the corner, he leapt.
 
    Paul shoved Donna tight against the wall, his hand around
her neck.  He squeezed tightly, keeping her from the scream she was so
obviously trying to produce.  He glared down at her through predatory
eyes.  She was only 5' 6" tall, and so she had to crane her neck to
look up at him, and that gave him a much clearer grip on her throat.
 
    Paul hissed, "If you scream, I will hurt you, bad.  Do you
understand me?"  Donna nodded as best she could, her eyes already
watering in fear.
 
    Paul slowly released his grip on her throat, ready to clamp
it back in place at a moment's notice.  Paul took a slight step
backward, to allow Donna's eyes to drop.  It was at this point that she
realized her assailant was completely nude, and Paul could sense her
fear increasing.  He grinned viciously at that.
 
    Reaching out, Paul put both hands on Donna's tits.  He
mauled them harshly, enjoying the feeling of power, and the look of
dread on her face.  He then reached up and grabbed the collar of her
T-shirt, using all his strength to pull it down and away.  It took a
great deal of effort, but the ribbing finally tore, and then the rest
of the cloth came away easily.  Paul shredded the T-shirt as he yanked
it from her body.  Donna had to work hard to stifle the scream that
tried to escape her throat.
 
    Paul nodded in satisfaction at what he saw, but his view
was still obstructed by a bra.  He grabbed the front of that and
yanked, hard and fast.  He heard something rip, and the bra came loose
in his hands.  His strength in this form was phenomenal.  Now his hands
returned to Donna's chest, to molest her tits directly.  He leered at
her as she turned her head away in disgrace.
 
    "What's the matter?  Don't like being on the receiving
end?" he taunted.  She didn't turn her head back to him, but he saw her
complexion pale, and that was good enough for the moment.
 
    After a few more seconds of groping her chest, Paul reached
down and undid her shorts.  These would be far too difficult to rip
off, so he roughly shoved them down her legs.  He then grabbed hold of
her panties and yanked, viciously tearing them from her body.  Paul
could tell she was struggling hard not to scream.  She didn't want to
be hurt.
 
    He grabbed her hair and led her forcefully over to a
bench.  She stepped out of her shorts to keep from stumbling.  She was
now wearing only socks and shoes, and that was just fine with Paul.  He
kept his hand tangled in her hair and pushed her forcibly to her
knees.  He sat down on the bench next to her before releasing her hair.
 
    Turning her to face him directly, he said, "Now, you're
going to blow me, and do it right."  His voice grew extremely harsh as
he said, "If I feel any pain at all, you will wind up dead when I'm
done with you, do you understand?"  She nodded vigorously, and then
lowered her eyes to his truly massive organ.
 
    Donna hesitated for a long moment before Paul said, "Come
on, get on with it!" He put his hands on the back of her head and
pushed it down into his crotch.
 
    Donna stuck out her tongue to lick the huge cock before
her.  She had given blowjobs before, but she didn't much care for it,
and she'd never even *seen* a dick of this size before.  There was no
way she could take the whole thing into her mouth.
 
    After having delayed as long as she figured she could get
away with, she moved her lips to the head of Paul's cock, and began to
slowly take his shaft into her mouth.  She had to work slowly, his
girth was already causing her jaw to ache, and she feared for the pain
that might be coming.  She was certain to have a sore mouth for the
next day or so.
 
    Donna had no enthusiasm for the task she was performing,
but as tight as the fit was, it couldn't help but be arousing.  By the
time she had taken as much of Paul's prick as she could, he was in
heaven.  She began sliding her mouth off his dick, and that felt good,
too.  She began to blow him in earnest, wanting to get the job over
with.  She didn't use her tongue, and wasn't very skilled at this
activity, but it didn't matter to Paul.  What mattered to Paul was how
degraded she would feel.  That thought of satisfaction made it hard for
him to not blow his load fast, but he wanted her to suffer for as long
as he could manage.
 
    That wasn't all that long, and after only a minute, he
poured his load down her throat.  He didn't let her off his prick, and
so her only option was to swallow.  She did, disgusted by the act but
not having any other choice.  Paul kept her mouth on his cock until he
had finished with his entire load, and making sure she had swallowed it
all.  He pulled out of her, leering down at her with a look of utter
superiority.
 
    "This is where you belong, bitch.  On your knees before
your betters."
 
    Donna refused to look up at him.  She hoped that he was
done with her now, though that seemed unlikely.
 
    Paul proved how unlikely it was when he grabbed her by the
hair and pulled her up.  He pinned her against a locker, and began
molesting her body.  He leaned over and took one of her nipples into
his mouth, sucking on it and lapping at it with his tongue.  His one
hand slid between her legs, and two fingers quickly found their way
inside her cunt.  She was tight, and dry, and their job was to make her
hot and wet.  He knew this might take some effort, but he was willing
to put in the time.
 
    After only a couple minutes, Paul felt her lubing up, and
he could have sworn he heard a soft moan out of her lips.  He continued
to work his fingers in her pussy, and switched his tongue over to her
other tit.  He worked for another couple minutes, until he was
absolutely sure she was wet enough to handle him.  He wanted friction,
but if she was too dry, it would be uncomfortable for him.  He knew it
would also be uncomfortable for her, but that wasn't really his concern
at the moment.
 
    Paul had regained his erection long ago, and so now he
grabbed Donna's hair again, leading her over into the showers.  Raping
her in here was absolutely necessary for him.  He turned on the water,
letting it grow warm.  He pushed her over to the same shower he had
used as Mandy Hawke, shoving her roughly against the tile wall
 
    Paul reached down and grabbed Donna's legs, roughly yanking
her off the floor.  He pinned her between himself and the wall, and
then reached down to position himself.  He stared into her eyes as he
lowered her onto his shaft.  Her eyes grew wide in fright, both at what
was happening to her, and his sheer size.  The look in his own gaze was
feral and frightening, and as his big dick penetrated her cunt, she
struggled to keep herself under control.  She didn't dare cry out now;
he would surely end her life.
 
    Paul didn't go slow or take it easy.  Once Donna was fully
impaled on his cock, he used his hands and hips to fuck her like a
blow-up doll.  He rapidly slid her up and down his shaft, enjoying the
control he had over her.
 
    In the middle of their fucking, he said, "Do you remember
Mandy?"  Donna's eyes tried to focus; it was difficult with the mixture
of sensations running through her body.  "Mandy Hawke," Paul prompted,
seeing she hadn't yet registered an identity.  Donna's memory finally
clicked, and her eyes widened again.  "So you do remember her.  How
many girls have you raped since her?  Two?  Three?  More?  *ANSWER ME!*"
 
    "I... don't... know..." she managed, between thrusts.
 
    "You don't know?  You've raped so many you've lost count? 
Then this is for each and every one of them, you cocksucking bitch! 
For each girl you've hurt, for each girl whose life you've darkened!" 
Paul thrust more viciously.  Unconsciously, Donna's legs came up to
wrap around his waist.  This gave Paul a better angle, and his thrusts
were more effective.
 
    "Did it feel good?  To have that young girl under your
power?  Did you enjoy forcing her to lick your cunt, to suck on your
nipples?  Did you enjoy the taste of her tight, virgin pussy?  Did you?"
 
    Donna could barely speak at this point, but managed to get
out a "Y-Yes!"
 
    "I bet you did!  And I bet you loved every second of her
tongue flicking across your swollen lips, plucking at your clit!  I bet
you loved playing with her tight, young body!  Admit it!"
 
    At this point, Donna lost control of herself.  Her body was
wracked with an orgasm.  Deep inside her mind, she was mortified at
what was happening to her; she was having an orgasm from being raped! 
Her soul was tortured at the thought of what she had just done.
 
    Paul grinned evilly.  Having achieved his goal in here, it
was time for the next step of her humiliation.  He roughly pulled her
off his dick, and her legs fell free from his waist.  Paul dumped her
onto the ground, and her legs barely held her up.  He once again
grabbed her by the hair, though it was wet and matted now, and led her
out of the shower.
 
    Paul walked her over to the window, where he reached out
and grabbed the bag he had left there.  He moved to the office, almost
throwing Donna into a chair.  He set the bag on the desk and opened it,
looking for what he needed.  He found them, and brought out a pair of
handcuffs.  Grabbing Donna's wrist, he snapped them on, and then
secured the other wrist, too.  He looked around, and spotted what he
needed; a fixture from the sprinkler system hung down below the
ceiling, and it was enough for his needs.  Pulling Donna up, he looped
the handcuff chain over the fixture, pulling Donna's arms up tight.  It
also strained her legs, since she wasn't quite tall enough for this
sort of thing.  Paul got out his digital camera, and took several
pictures.  Though she was not enjoying herself, the look on her face
still reflected the orgasm she had just "suffered".
 
    After the pictures were done, Paul pulled her hands down,
and uncuffed one hand.  Then he pulled her arms around behind her, and
refastened them.  Paul shoved her roughly down across the desk, raising
her ass nicely before him.  He reached into the bag for the K-Y he'd
put in there.
 
    Paul closed his eyes, and when he opened them, his enormous
dick had shrunk to a much smaller girth.  He lubricated himself
liberally, and then put the tube aside.  He leaned down to speak into
Donna's ear as his hand caressed her ass cheeks.
 
    "I want you to remember this day, and I want you to
remember it in terror.  You have hurt a lot of people, and for that,
you must pay."
 
    Paul pressed the head of his dick to Donna's asshole.  She
cringed, and she strangled the scream that almost came out of her
mouth.  Paul pushed in, and kept up the pressure.  It was clear that
Donna was uncomfortable, and probably in pain, but certainly not nearly
as bad as it would have been with his larger cock.  He'd not done that
for her benefit, but his own; it would have taken far too long to get
his monster dick up her tight ass.
 
    In only a minute, Paul was buried inside her ass.  He
stopped for a moment, looking down at her and sneering.  He smacked her
ass a couple of times, just to enjoy the redness that showed itself
there.  After that, he began to thrust inside of her.  He felt her
loosen up as he moved, and then he closed his eyes.  With each thrust,
his dick became thicker, and Donna was soon making noises of shock and
discomfort as his dick returned to its monster size.  The change was
slow enough for her to adjust, but not slow enough to be comfortable. 
When his dick was back to its full, grandiose size, Paul began to
really ram into her.  Donna could not help but cry out now, her body
wracked with the discomfort of the situation.  Paul was fucking her so
hard that it drove the air from her lungs, causing her to grunt with
each of his thrusts.
 
    Paul continued to ram into her, feeling his orgasm
building.  He moved faster, using his hands on her hips for more
leverage.  His thrusts were powerful and hard, and would have sent her
flying, if he hadn't been holding onto her.  His balls tightened, and
he slammed deep into her, loosing the torrent of cum that had built
up.  His cum splashed deep into her bowels, and he grunted strongly
with each spurt.  It took several seconds before his body slowed
itself, and then came down.  As he struggled to regain his breath, he
pulled from her ass, slapping it once more for good measure.
 
    Paul walked over to grab the towel Donna kept on a hook. 
He used it to wipe off his dick, tossing it across Donna's head for
further humiliation.  He could see she was crying, but cared not a whit.
 
    Paul took a few more pictures of the bitch before he had
calmed down enough to proceed with the rest of his plan.  He rifled
through Donna's filing cabinet to find the list he needed, and then
walked out into the main locker area.  Donna did not move from her
place.
 
    Paul picked an empty locker, and got the combination from
the list he was carrying.  He opened it, and saw that it was, indeed,
big enough.  It would be a tight fit, but that was the point.
 
    Paul walked back to the office, and grabbed one more item
out of the bag, and then yanked Donna up by the handcuffs.  She cried
out in pain, but she rose, walking where he directed her.  First, he
directed her over to the spot where her torn panties lay.  He picked
these up and shoved them in her mouth before he led her to the open
locker.  Paul roughly shoved her inside the locker.  It was a *very*
tight fit, but he simply continued pushing until she was fully inside. 
He then knelt down and fastened the shackles he was carrying around her
ankles.  This way, if she tried to bang her feet against the locker,
she'd hurt herself even worse.  Paul went back and got his camera,
taking several more pictures of this scene.  Then, he closed the
locker, making sure it was locked and fastened securely.  He folded up
the combination list and put it in his bag.  When he was done with
that, he morphed himself back into himself, and got dressed from the
clothes that were in the bag.  Slinging his bag over his shoulder, he
walked out of the locker room after making sure the hallway was empty. 
Before exiting the school, Paul decided to change his facial
appearance, and he turned himself into an oriental kid.  This way, even
if he was seen, he would not be recognized.  His clothing was bland and
nondescript, so that would not give him away.
 
    Paul walked out into the schoolyard, and quickly left
school grounds.  Once he had made it cleanly away from the school, he
stepped behind a building, and morphed back into himself.  With that
done, he walked home, whistling "Ding, Dong, the Witch is Dead."
 
 
 
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    Paul waited until well after midnight before he put
together and sent out the email to Mr. McMahon.  The email said:
 
 
 
Dear Coach McMahon:
 
Damn, is your wife a ball of fire!  As you can see from the first
picture, she's far kinkier than I would have given her credit for!  She
was kind of a pain near the end, though, whining a bit about how hard I
reamed her ass... as if she didn't ask for it!  But, since she was such
a crybaby, I stuffed her in a locker.  See how good she looks?  I'd
tell you which locker, but... nah, you figure it out.
 
The Camera Man
 
 
 
    Paul smirked as he attached the picture of her with that
post-orgasmic look on her face, and one picture of her stuffed into the
locker.  He sent it off with a chuckle, knowing that there was no way
he could be caught; she'd clearly seen her rapist, and he looked
nothing like Paul Bell.  He went to sleep with a confident grin on his
face.
 
 
 
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    "Last order of business.  We have a job request, but it
is... outside the rules, shall we say."
 
    "Who do they want dead?" Loki asked with a smirk.
 
    "Not *that* far outside.  They want us to steal an answer
key to a test."
 
    "That's not really ethical, is it?" Aurora asked.
 
    "No.  Which is why we haven't taken the job yet.  I wanted
everyone's input, first.
 
    "Hey, it's money.  If they're stupid enough to pay for the
test answers rather than just take the time to study, I say bilk them
for all they've got."
 
    "But what does that say about the MDSA?" Aurora shot back.
 
    "It says we get the job done!" Loki responded.  He didn't
like being challenged.
 
    "Okay, you two.  Back off.  Loki has a point: since we're
not using the results ourselves, it's less of a problem for me.  Truth
is, if *we* can get the test answers, so can they.  We're just safer
doing it, because we have a few more tricks.  *But* Aurora is right:
this sets a tone for the Mornington Detective and Services Agency, and
we have to decide if that's a reputation we wish to have.
 
    "How much money are they offering?" Hercules asked calmly.
 
    "Our usual fee," was the response.
 
    "No," was Herc's immediate answer.  "If we're going to be
breaking rules for them, they need to pay *at least* double.  If we get
caught, we get into trouble, and it draws too much attention to us.  If
they're not willing to pay extra, then they can do it themselves."
 
    Aurora looked at him.  "You're going along with this?"
 
    "J... Aurora, look at it this way: these are the kinds of
people who are acting up, causing trouble, and generally making
people's lives at school miserable.  What do we lose by making sure the
bastards graduate, and so get *rid* of them?"
 
    She looked at him for a long moment.  "I hadn't thought of
that."
 
    "Okay, so... we charge them double for breaking the
rules... does anyone have any further comments?"  No one did.  "So, I
have approval to accept this job?"  There were nods from everyone,
though Aurora's nod was a little weak.  "Okay.  Loki, since you have
the least amount of problem with this job, you get to do it."
 
    "Fine," he said, showing contempt for the others.
 
    "That's it, unless anyone has something they want to talk
about."  There was no real response, and so Mimir assumed that things
were going well enough to adjourn the meeting.  "Okay.  See you all at
school, then."
 
 
 
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    Paul walked home, thinking to himself, *Christ, this group
is a bunch of fucking nannies.  I guess it's a good thing I didn't
bother to tell them about what I did yesterday.  These guys would
probably have turned my ass in!  Shit, if they piss their pants over
the idea of stealing a stupid answer key, what would they have done
about rape?  I don't know, but I'm sure as hell not going to find out!*
 
    Paul walked home, wondering why he'd joined the MDSA in the
first place, and then remembering that some of the things he'd done,
and would do, he couldn't pull off alone.  He resigned himself to the
fact that they did have their uses, and continued his walk.
 
 
 
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    "You expect me to believe, Donna, that the same man who had
these *wonderful* posed shots of you, also raped you?  Come off it! 
We're not that stupid!  This man," he said to the police officer, "Sent
me nude photos of my wife over two weeks ago.  And there is no way in
hell they were 'rape' or even forced.  I can bring you the shots. 
She's smiling and really enjoying herself!"
 
    Officer Nick Hannity was in no mood for this.  It had been
a lousy night, and to now be doing overtime at seven o'clock in the
morning was not his idea of fun.  Especially when someone who knew the
victim was accusing her of making up the entire story.
 
    "So, sir," Hannity asked, "what do you think happened?"
 
    "The email said it all.  They were having a fling, but I
guess Donna got a little whiny.  She's prone to that.  So, the guy got
fed up and tossed her in the locker."
 
    "You son of a bitch!" Donna screamed.  "You know those
photos are fake!  I would never pose for nude shots!"
 
    "At least not for me, anyway," Gary shot back.
 
    "Okay, folks, that's enough."  At that point, there was a
knock at the door.  Hannity opened it, to see the doctor who had
performed the rape test.  They were still in the hospital, and it
didn't look like they'd be leaving any time soon.
 
    "What do you have for us, doctor?"
 
    "This is... extremely unusual," she said.  She came in the
room and closed the door.  "We studied the fluid that we extracted from
Mrs. McMahon's rectum.  The fluid certainly appears to be semen, and
there are even sperm, but..."
 
    "But what?" Donna challenged.
 
    "We tried to run a DNA test on the sperm, to help identify
the suspect later.  We ran the test six times.  That's what took so
long."
 
    "You're stalling, doctor," the officer said.  "What's the
problem?"
 
    "There's no DNA present.  None of the sperm contain any
genetic material whatsoever."
 
    "What?" three people exclaimed at once.
 
    "I know," the doctor replied.  "It's more than unusual. 
It's unprecedented.  There is no known condition that would allow for
healthy-looking sperm without a single strand of DNA.  Either this
person is very, very sick... or he's not a person at all.  And I don't
even want to speculate on that last one."
 
    "You're suggesting I was raped by an *alien*?" Donna
thundered.  The doctor held up her hands.
 
    "No.  I'm suggesting you were raped by something that is
not what we would call a normal human being.  Beyond that, I have no
idea what these results mean.  I'm sorry, Officer, but that's all we've
got.  I'll have the report typed up and sent to the station at once." 
The doctor left, leaving three very confused people.
 
    "This is all very strange."
 
    "Strange, but irrelevant, Officer.  This was no rape.  This
was just an affair gone wrong."
 
    "How dare you!" Donna screamed.  "After Cherise saw you out
with that bimbo, you have the nerve..."
 
    "I don't want to hear it, Donna.  You know I was at the
school the night in question.  I've had enough of your accusations, and
enough of your lies.  I think you'd better find another place to live. 
I've already had the locks changed on the house."  He'd done that last
night, when she'd not come home.  He knew what was going on.
 
    "You son of a bitch," she breathed.  "You just want a
funhouse for your floozy, don't you?"  The accusation was delivered
with considerable venom.
 
    "I don't know what you're talking about."  Gary turned,
nodded to the policeman, and walked out of the room.  Officer Hannity
just stared at the woman in embarrassment.
 
 
 
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    It was twenty minutes before school was supposed to start,
and luckily, Mr. Leighte was not in his room.  Paul had worn baggy
clothes to school, and this allowed him to morph his shape into someone
that looked not the least bit like himself.  He knew where Mr. Leighte
kept the answer keys, and he quickly opened the fourth drawer of the
second filing cabinet.  He flipped through the folders until he found
the one he wanted, and quickly pulled it out.
 
    Finding the right test was difficult, but Paul finally had
the one he wanted.  He was tempted to just copy them all; he had Mr.
Leighte as a teacher himself.  He didn't have the time that would take,
though.  He pulled out the answer key for the right test and the right
class, and set it on the table.  Pulling out his digital camera, he
zoomed in as much as he could without using the digital zoom, and he
snapped four pictures of each section of the page, ending up with
sixteen pictures.  He'd put these together later and print them out for
their client.
 
    He stashed his camera, and quickly put the file back in the
cabinet.  He closed everything up, and then made his way out of the
room.  If anyone bothered to pay attention, they'd see a kid four
inches taller than Paul, with short black hair and brown eyes.  He made
his way into the bathroom, and slipped into a stall to morph himself
back into his usual form.  The task had not been difficult, and he knew
how to get the answers to their client, who had already paid for the
service.  He'd do the manipulations in computer class; they weren't
doing anything exciting in there today.
 
    *See?  Easy job, easy money.  The rest of those fucking
pansies need to wake up.  I'm not doing every goddamned job for them.*
 
 
 
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    The team was gathered together in the clubhouse, having
covered the weekly business.  Hercules had presented Loki with a blank
birth certificate, having produced it from a digital one on his
computer.  Loki felt the kid was worth knowing, even if he was too
soft.  He certainly had the right connections to find stuff out.
 
    "What is it you need us to do now?" Mimir asked,
interrupting Loki's thoughts.  He turned to Mimir with a disk in hand.
 
    "I want to plant these pics on her computer.  Trust me, you
don't want to look at them."
 
    "What are they?" Aurora asked.
 
    "Kiddy porn.  I spent a week tracking some of this shit
down on the Net."
 
    "Let me guess," Hercules said, "we plant it on her
computer, and then call the cops on her?"
 
    "You got it.  I don't want her getting off on some damned
technicality.  Finding girls to testify against her will be a lot
easier if she's already in deep shit."
 
    "Fair enough," Mimir said.  He took the CD and popped it
into the machine while his computer attacked Donna McMahon's system
which, like almost all computers in Mornington, were hooked up to the
MorningStar Broadband Internet system.  Mimir threw his strongest
hacker program at her system, only to find it wide open.  Didn't she
understand even the basics of computer security?
 
    "Okay, we're in," Mimir said, not looking up.  "How obvious
do you want us to be about them?"
 
    "Bury them, but not so deep that a cop can't find them,"
Paul said snidely.
 
    "Hey, asshole, my mom's a cop!"
 
    "What's your point?" Paul asked with a straight face.  He'd
never met Stacy Young.
 
    "Let it slide, Baby," Hercules said.  There was no point in
getting into a fight over Loki's attitude problem.  Hercules hugged
Aurora by way of contrition, and she accepted that, smiling at her
boyfriend.  Her scowl toward Loki remained in place.
 
    "Three directories deep should do it.  I'll fiddle with the
dates, so that they look like they've been downloaded over a period of
months.  That way, no one will suspect a plant."
 
    "That's good.  I knew you'd be useful for something," Loki
said condescendingly.  Mimir kept his mouth shut.  He needed to keep
the group together, and dealing with Loki was part of that struggle. 
No one caused more grief than Paul "Loki" Bell.
 
    After only a few minutes, the files were in place, and
properly dated and marked.  Mimir withdrew from Donna McMahon's system,
and logged off.  He closed down the computer system, which was the most
secure method of protecting it from hackers.  There was no sensitive
information on this computer yet, but there was certain to be some in
the future, and Mimir had not yet had the opportunity to construct a
fully secure system wall around it.
 
    "Now what?" Mimir asked.
 
    "Now we make a phone call," Loki said.
 
    "Not from here," Aurora warned.  "The police in this city
trace all incoming calls."
 
    "Yeah, yeah," Loki said sarcastically.  "We'll do it from
the pay phone down the street.
 
 
 
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    The group walked together, or rather in pairs, down the
street.  Nightingale was not with them today, for she'd had something
to do.  That meant that Shadow (also known as Andie) was not with them,
either.  It left Loki to walk alone, but he didn't really care. 

    They arrived at the phone, and Loki took a minute to calm
himself.  He closed his eyes, and changed his body into that of a
female who was still about his size.  The clothing fit poorly, and his
pants threatened to fall off, but he didn't need to stay this way for
long.
 
    Paul dropped a quarter into the phone, and dialed the local
precinct.
 
    "Twelfth precinct, Sgt. Douglas speaking."
 
    "Hi," Loki said.  "I need to speak to someone...about some
bad pictures."
 
    "Bad pictures?" the sergeant asked, confused.
 
    "Of little kids.  You know, like naked and stuff."
 
    "Yes, ma'am.  I'll connect you to the vice squad.  Please
hold."
 
    Loki was strangling laughter at his tone of voice.  He
looked over at the others who were not snickering.  *Oh, well.  They're
a humorless bunch of pricks, anyway.*
 
    "Lieutenant Orbison, Vice," the voice at the other end of
the phone said.
 
    "Yeah.  I need to, like, report someone who's got bad
pictures of kids on their computer."
 
    "How do you know about these pictures?"
 
    "This woman, she took me over to her house to... um, and
she started off by showing me these pictures.  I don't know, maybe she
thought they'd get me in the mood or something."
 
    "I need your name, and..."
 
    "No way!  Look, I'm not going to go against her.  There's
no way I'm letting the entire school know what she did to me.  Her name
is Donna McMahon.  She lives at 1482 Drysdale Street.  She's really
screwed up.  I mean, some of those pictures... it was sick!"
 
    "Look, if you'll just come into the precinct and give a
statement, we can-"
 
    "Aren't you listening?  The woman damn-near raped me!  I
don't want anything to do with this!  You can... you take care of her. 
I mean, those pictures are illegal, right?  Those will put her in jail
without you having to drag me into anything.  I don't want anyone to
*know*!"  Loki hung up the phone, and burst out laughing.  The others
didn't find it nearly as amusing.  That was their problem.
 
    Loki morphed back into himself, and turned to everyone
else.  "I guess we'll just have to wait and see, but I can't imagine
them not going to look.  Not with a call like that.  If they didn't,
then the girl could write an anonymous letter to the papers, and the
police would be in deep shit."
 
    "I'm sure we'll see something in tomorrow's paper," Atlanta
said.
 
    "Anything else?" Mimir asked.
 
    "No.  I probably won't need any more help with this.  Now
I've just got to round up some other girls who were raped by that
*bitch*."
 
    "Good.  We'll see you at school, then.  Bye."  Mimir and
Atlanta, now Luke and Lori, walked away down the street.  Hercules and
Aurora were slower to go, but they didn't want to spend time with Loki,
either.  He nodded to them, turned, and walked away.
 
    "He's not very pleasant, is he?" Jen asked.
 
    "No.  I really wish we could do without him.  C'mon, or
we'll be late for the movie."
 
 
 
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    "In our top story tonight, Donna McMahon, a physical
education teacher at Highlands High School here in Mornington, was
arrested last night after an anonymous phone tip that she was a
collector of child pornography.
 
    "Mrs. McMahon, who recently filed a complaint of rape
against an unknown assailant, and who has recently been separated from
her husband, apparently had over three thousand images on her computer
of children and young teens engaged in explicit sexual activity.  The
Mornington police say that this is the largest collection of kiddy porn
that they have ever uncovered.  Although Mrs. McMahon is being held
incommunicado at this time, her husband had this to say about the
matter."
 
    "My wife has suddenly revealed herself to be a very sick
person.  I thought I knew her.  Recently, I found out that she'd been
cheating on me.  I received pictures in my email that showed her posing
in lewd and, quite frankly, disturbing ways.  It showed her with a
younger girl.  Her recent claim of rape was accompanied by another
email from the same person, who says it was entirely consensual. 
Again, pictures were included.  This most recent event, since it
involves pictures, you know, I didn't believe my wife was capable of
this kind of thing, but obviously I didn't know her as well as I
thought I did."
 
    "Police say that Donna McMahon will be arraigned tomorrow
morning, and is unlikely to be granted bail, due to the risk of
flight.  Officials at Highlands High School were unavailable for
comment at the time of this broadcast."
 
 
 
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    "Hey, did you guys hear about Coach McMahon?" Mandy asked
the others at the table.  She was sitting with them at lunch, and no
one had objected to her presence.
 
    "Yeah.  That's some weird shit.  Hey, how come you've been
gone?  You were here that one day, and then, poof!  You're like some
ghost in the wind!"
 
    Mandy Hawke just looked down at her plate.  "After what
happened, I couldn't... I mean, I..."
 
    One of the older girls came and sat next to her, putting an
arm around her shoulder.  "She got you on your first day?"
 
    Mandy looked up and sniffled.  Her eyes were wide with
surprise.  "You mean, she does that a lot?"
 
    The older girl, Paul remembered her name was Libby, nodded,
and looked to the others.  Mandy also looked, and saw nods from several
of the girls.
 
    "How come you never said anything?" Mandy asked.
 
    "Why didn't you?" Libby asked, not unkindly.  "It's because
of what it makes us look like."
 
    "Yeah, but that... she's... I mean, we can't let her walk
on it, can we?"
 
    Some of the other girls paled at the idea, but many nodded,
their gaze a little stronger.
 
    "We should go down there as a group.  Down to the police
station, or at least the principal's office."
 
    "What if they don't believe us?" Libby asked.
 
    "Why wouldn't they?  I mean, look at what she's already
done!  And you've heard the rumors about her, haven't you?"
 
    "About her being a witch?  Yeah, but who can believe that
kind of thing?"
 
    "I met one of the kids that went to her house on
Halloween.  He swears things were floating around, and she had this
huge bat on the porch.  A real one, I mean!"
 
    "That's crazy."
 
    "I know, but that's the kind of person she is!  We've got
to tell someone what she's done."
 
    The group collectively nodded, and got up from their lunch,
before their resolve left them.
 
 
 
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    "Miss Hawke, you claim that you were raped by Mrs. McMahon
in the girls' locker room, correct?"
 
    "Yes, sir," Mandy said, nodding her head.
 
    "Tell me, was anyone else there?"
 
    "No, sir.  Everyone else had already gone home."
 
    "So, you just happened to be the last one there, you just
happened to be already nude..."
 
    "It's hard to shower with your clothes on, sir," Mandy
interrupted.
 
    The attorney wheeled on her.  "Yes, why *were* you still in
the shower?  Everyone else had obviously had sufficient time to shower,
dress, and leave!"
 
    "I was new.  It was my first day, and I wasn't yet familiar
with where everything was in the locker room.  Also, I had trouble with
my locker combination.  It took me a while to get into it."
 
    "How convenient," the attorney said.
 
    "Not for me, it wasn't."
 
    "Miss Hawke, are your parents with you in the courtroom
today?"
 
    "You know da...uh, darn well I don't have any parents.  My
guardian, Miss Taylor, is sitting right over there."  Paul pointed to
where Allison was sitting.  He'd had to do some fast paperwork
shuffling to make this work, and Allison had readily agreed to help
him, as she had the first time he'd asked for her assistance.
 
    "I see.  Why is it that none of Miss Taylor's neighbors
remember seeing you?"
 
    "I guess they're not very observant."
 
    "You say that the day of your rape was your first day at
Highlands.  What was your previous school?"
 
    "Objection!" the district attorney interrupted. 
"Relevance."
 
    "Your honor, it is my intention to show that this girl is
lying about her past.  It goes directly to credibility."
 
    The judge considered for a moment, and then said,
"Sustained.  The days of accusing rape victims is over, Mr. Thompson. 
Next question."
 
    Mr. Thompson exhaled sharply, but bit his tongue.  What he
wanted to say was obviously something that would get him into trouble. 
He turned back to look at Mandy, who stared back at him nervously. 
Paul waited for the next question, but it never came.
 
    "I have nothing more for this... witness, Your Honor."
 
    "You may step down, Miss Hawke.  Thank you for your time."
 
    "Yes, Your Honor," Mandy said, and got down to go sit with
Allison.  Paul actually had an official excuse from the school, because
he claimed to know Mandy, which of course was entirely true.  Allison
hugged him, and he settled down.  His case of the jitters had not been
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    "The defendant and counsel will rise," the judge intoned. 
Donna rose, along with Mr. Thompson, her attorney.  "Madam foreperson,
has the jury reached a verdict?"
 
    "We have, Your Honor."
 
    "Bailiff."
 
    The bailiff walked the decision over to the judge, who
opened it, read it, closed it, and handed it back to the bailiff to
return it to the foreperson.  The judge looked up at Donna McMahon with
a completely blank expression that had taken him three years to perfect.
 
    "You may announce the verdict."
 
    The foreperson of the jury unfolded the paper, to read it. 
"On the first count of the indictment, possession of child pornography,
we the jury find the defendant...*guilty*."  There was a collective
sigh from the courtroom, and Donna McMahon shuddered, trying to hold
herself together.
 
    "On the second count of the indictment, child molestation
in the first degree, in the person of Mandy Elizabeth Hawke, we find
the defendant... *guilty*.  On the third count of the indictment, child
molestation in the first degree, in the person of Elizabeth Sarah
MacNamara, we find the defendant...*guilty*.  On the fourth count of
the indictment..." The foreperson continued, and there were twelve
counts in all.
 
    When the foreperson was done, the judge turned to face the
jury.  "Thank you, Madam Foreperson, thank you to the members of the
jury."  Turning to the defendant, the judge said, "Donna McMahon, you
will be remanded to the custody of the state, and your sentencing is
scheduled for December 16th, at 4:00pm.  This court is adjourned."
 
 
 
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    "Donna McMahon, the court has reviewed the evidence and
heard the arguments of both sides.  It is the judgment of this court
that you, ma'am, are a callous, cold, and cruel individual who should
never have been allowed near teenagers.
 
    "The court sentences you to no less than fifteen, and no
more than forty-five, years in a prison to be chosen by the state
department of corrections.  Further, it is ordered that you may never
again teach, and that you will not be allowed access to a computer
during your time of incarceration.  Your name will be placed in the
national registry of sex offenders, and when you get out, all
communities that you move into will be fully informed of your status. 
You should be ashamed of yourself, Mrs. McMahon, and I hope you spend
the next forty-five years considering what you've done."  The judge
brought the gavel down, ending this little episode.
 
    Paul was in the courtroom, as himself this time.  He smiled
evilly at Donna, though she didn't see him.
 
    "Is this over now, Sweetheart?" Allison asked him very
quietly.
 
    "Yes.  I don't think we'll be seeing her anytime soon.  I
also hear that Mr. McMahon has resigned, and that he's moving out of
state.  He wants to get as far away from her as possible.  Scuttlebutt
at the school is that he's already applied for a divorce."
 
    "I'm glad she got what was coming to her.  To hurt young
girls like that..."
 
    "She should have left Mandy alone."
 
    "Let's go home."
 
 
 
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