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 The Gang Part 69 By Kelly Slimspank KellySlimspank@Googlemail.com
   copyright 2008 by Kelly Slimspank, all rights reserved
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   They had found the Rec.  by accident.  Abandoned by parents who had
formed dual alliances, they had been left to their own devices under
Wendy's supervision.  Jean and Betty had invited Lorraine to join them in
their search for tacky souvenirs in the guise of novelty ceramics, and
Lorraine, flattered by their interest, had eagerly accepted.  Philip had
then felt obliged to follow the women's advice and join Jonathon and Rick
on their latest photographic expedition.  He didn't know anything about
photography but he did feel slightly honoured to be included in their
august company and he resolved to do his best to learn what he could. 
Neither group had felt inclined to take the children with them, and so they
had put Wendy in charge, despite Alan's seniority in age.  The two groups
had embarked upon their separate missions without a thought for their
offspring's fate.
   Alan had been trying to be cheerful, and he had worn something of a
sloppy grin.  He had known that Wendy wasn't going to leave him
unembarrassed all day long, but so far they had done no more than explore
the village while Wendy and Tracy had gossiped about boring girly things.
Alan had not complained or joined the conversation; he had just hung back
with the sulky Kevin, who had clearly been in no mood to talk.  Kevin had
been about as reluctant as a boy could be.  Last night's humiliations had
burned in his brain, and he wouldn't forget them.  Unlike Alan, though, he
had felt far safer out of the guest house than in.  He had had no suspicion
whatsoever that Wendy would do anything embarrassing to him outside the
privacy of their room, and so he had felt safe.
   Wendy and Tracy had ignored the boys.  They had been busy getting to
know each other, learning those essential facts like: which pop group was
most favoured; which TV programme; which film.  They shared a lot in common
and as they had talked they had ambled about aimlessly.  Wendy had been the
one who had spotted the old gates to the Rec.  and although the unkempt
bushes guarding the border hadn't allowed much of view inside, she had been
sure that it must be some kind of park or play area.  She had led her half
merry band across the road towards it.
   As they passed through the gates they could see a group of children to
their left, and the noise that was emanating from that direction drew the
attention of all four of them.  They each tried to figure out what on earth
was going on.
   To one side they saw Giles, his rapidly rising rod growing rigid in
Bridget's hands, and to the right four girls sitting on or surrounding a
boy prone face down on the grass.  A ten year old was holding a switch high
in the air about to bring it cruelly down on his bare bottom.
   "What the hell!?" exclaimed Wendy.
   "Fuck!" shrieked Tracy.
   Alan and Kevin remained mute; these two examples of male submission to
girls doing nothing for their own senses of well-being.
   "Come on!" said Wendy speeding up.  Tracy stepped carefully over a fresh
pile of dog-shit and then matched Wendy's speed, no less eager than she to
join in the fun.  Alan and Kevin slowed rather than quickened, and came as
close to a halt as they dare.
   Helen delayed her first blow, seeing these newcomers approaching, and
not knowing what they were going to say or do.
   "What's going on?" asked Wendy, slowing to a stop beside Susan.
   "We're trying to get his shorts off, but he won't let go of them" said
Susan, completely shamelessly.
   "Oh" said Wendy, just a little surprised "Can we help?"
   "I was going to hit him" said Helen unnecessarily.
   "Help!" shouted Denis fearing these reinforcements might tip the balance
in the girls' favour.
   "Fucking help me you bastards!" he shouted to his friends.  None of them
moved, but at least some of them had the decency to look a little guilty.
   Wendy knelt down beside Sarah and gave Denis' shorts a tug, but she
quickly concluded that Denis' death grip was not going to allow them to
come free.
   "Wendy by the way" said Wendy.
   "Sarah" said Sarah "Helen, Paula, Jenny" she pointed to each of the
other girls in turn, and they smiled and said hello "And this naughty
little monkey is Denis" she said finally with a smack to Denis' bottom.
   "Fuck off!  Fucking help me you turds!" he shouted to the boys again.
   "Alan and Kevin can help" said Wendy "Alan's probably strong enough if
we can lift him up."
   "No" said Helen "It should be girls, we don't need boys."
   "Okay" said Wendy with a smile.
   "And I'm in charge" said Helen afraid that this older girl was going to
take over.
   "Go ahead, we'll just watch then" said Wendy cheerfully "What's up with
him by the way?" she added pointing to Giles.
   "It's not a him it's a her, that's Gillian and she's a naughty girl. 
You can go and play with her if you want" said Helen, raising the switch
again.
   "Strangest girl I've ever seen" said Wendy.  She looked Giles up and
down and reckoned him to be about the same age as Alan.  "Hey, maybe she
could be Alan's girlfriend" said Wendy suddenly having an idea.
   Helen lowered the switch again and looked across at Giles, then at the
two boys who were still approaching with near zero speed.  "Which one's
Alan?" she asked.
   "The big dopey looking one" said Wendy "He's my cousin."
   Helen grinned broadly "Okay, that's a great idea, we were trying to find
Gillian a boyfriend, she's not very attractive and doesn't have much luck
with romance and stuff" said Helen.
   "Great!" said Wendy "They'll make such a cute couple." She turned her
head and looked back at Alan and Kevin.  "Alan, go over to that nice girl
over there and ask her if she'll be your girlfriend."
   Alan looked at Giles and Bridget, than at Wendy, then back at Giles and
Bridget again "She's a bit young for me" he said.
   "Not her, the one stood up with the knickers round her knees" she said
with a laugh.
   Alan looked back at Wendy then at Giles again "That's a boy" he said
"There's this big clue, kind of sticking up between his legs."
   "Not so big" said Wendy.
   "Well, as a clue it is" said Alan with a snort.
   "Well I have it on good authority she's a girl so do as you're told"
said Wendy.
   "But he's not" said Alan.
   "Okay, do you want to spend the morning wanking here on the grass in
front of these girls?" she asked.
   "No" answered Alan growing sullen.
   "Then get over there and ask her nicely if she'll be your girlfriend"
snapped Wendy.
   Alan stared at her, then at Giles again "Wendy, come on...  be
reasonable..." he pleaded.
   "I'll count to three" she said simply "One..."
   "Bollocks!  Alright" he headed off towards Giles.  Everyone turned to
look, except Denis who was still trapped beneath Paula and Jenny.
   It was only half a dozen yards, but it seemed to Alan like he was
walking the Mongolian border.  He looked at Giles with pity.  The boy was
wearing a ridiculous wig and bonnet, a small white bra, disappointingly
with no breasts within, and with his knickers stretched around his knees.
On his feet were constricting red strap-over sandals and long white socks.
The little girl sat in front of him had let go of his willy and it was
standing shamefully proud in front of him.  The boy's head was down, and
tears were rolling down his scarlet cheeks.  Alan would have laughed if he
hadn't been so alarmed at the sight.  This ridiculous situation was just
too much of a warning to him of what Wendy might do if the mood took her.
He resolved to be really good and keep her happy, hopefully the girls would
then pick on Kevin instead.
   Eventually, he stopped in front of the weeping boy/girl thing and
cleared his throat.  He could feel, in the silence that had fallen behind
him, that every eye was burning into his back.  Alan was aware that it
didn't much matter how he approached his task it was going to be
humiliating for him, so he figured that the best tactic was to play along
and treat it like a big joke.  That way he might retain some dignity.
   "Hi there" he said, his voice faltering a little "Um, you're very
pretty, would you be my girlfriend?"
   Giles ignored Alan, and hoped he'd just go away.
   "Gillian!" shouted Helen "Be polite!"
   "No thanks" said Alan quietly.
   "You would love to be his girlfriend Gillian, tell him or else!" shouted
Helen.
   "I'd love to be your girlfriend" said Giles unenthusiastically.
   "Great" said Alan "Uh, see you later then" and he turned back towards
Wendy.
   "I think a kiss would be in order" said Wendy "Don't you?"
   "We've only just met" said Alan "And uh, well she looks a bit shy, maybe
later."
   "Now!" said Wendy "Look, she's dying for you to kiss her, she's just too
shy to say."
   Alan looked at Giles with something of a grimace "Uh, but...  she looks
a bit chaste..." said Alan.
   "You'll be chased in a minute" said Wendy with an edge of threat to her
voice.
   "You'd like your new boyfriend to kiss you wouldn't you Gillian" said
Helen.
   Giles hesitated, this was a new humiliation, one he hadn't expected, but
he knew that if he refused things could only get worse.
   "Yes" he said quietly.
   "There you go" said Wendy "Make it a proper kiss mind or you'll be
standing right next him stark naked with your boy-toy on display like
that."
   Alan didn't doubt Wendy.  In fact he was beginning to feel a little
lucky he was still dressed.  'Play along' he thought to himself 'Just play
along.'
   In order to keep Wendy sweet, and hopefully endear himself to the other
girls as well he attacked Giles from the front.  "Come here my darling" he
announced melodramatically, and then he swept Giles up in his arms and
kissed him as if he was starring in some cheap Hollywood romance.  Giles
was taken aback and nearly fell over, but Alan's strong arms held him up.
Alan kept a good distance between his lower half and Giles' aggressive
appendage, and their lips met with Alan making a lot of noise without doing
much more than just touching Giles' lips.
   The girls all shrieked with laughter and clapped, enjoying the
performance immensely.  The boys shuffled their feet and made vomiting
noises.  Denis couldn't see what was going on behind him, but from the
conversation and from the sound effects he could guess.  He was desperately
hoping that the girls would be so enthused by this new game that they'd
lose interest in him and he run could home to safety.
   "If you're really nice" said Helen maliciously "Gillian might give you a
blow-job."
   Alan tensed at the implied threat "S'okay, I'm saving myself 'til I get
married" he said with a hopeful grin.
   "He's such a silly bugger" said Wendy.
   "Why?" asked Helen.
   "'Cos I think it's a great idea" she replied.
   "He shouldn't save himself, anyway, it's not up to him, you should tell
him what to do" said Helen disappointedly.
   "Oh I will" said Wendy "That's not what I meant."
   "What did you mean?" asked Susan.
   "I meant...  what a wonderful idea, a wedding, I think they should get
married" she said with a chuckle.
   "Yes!" shouted Helen "That's brilliant, a proper wedding, then they'll
be married forever."
   "Can I be a bridesmaid?" asked Susan.
   "If you like" said Wendy "Kevin too."
   "Get married?" asked Helen.
   "No, be a bridesmaid" said Wendy.
   Alan just stared boggle eyed, what the hell were they on about?  For
fear of saying or doing anything that would provoke them, he just stood in
silence, a dopy grin of appeasement plastered across his face.
   Following Victoria's example, Kylie grabbed Jeremy's left ear and tugged
on it sharply.  Britney quickly seized the other.  Chelsea with no ear to
claim her own thought of another handle and tried to pull Jeremy's hands
out from in front of his groin.
   "Victoria, no...  please...  I don't mind if you do, but not these
girls..." he begged.
   Victoria gave him a sharp smack on the bottom "Serves you right" she
said "If you want to string him up like William we can let you have a
couple of cable-ties, we've got plenty"
   "Okay" said Kylie.
   Paul rummaged in the bag and pulled out two more green pieces of
plastic. "Give them a hand" said Victoria with a wink to Paul.
   "On it" he said heading over to the branch.
   "Has he got a proper todger or a tiny baby one like weeny Willy over
there?" asked Chelsea.
   "You'll have to have a look and see" said Victoria.
   "He won't move his hands" she complained.
   "Oh he will" said Victoria "Just use your imagination."
   Chelsea's TV numbed brain had had all the imagination sucked out of it,
and she strained herself trying to think of some way to get Jeremy to move
his unwilling hands.  In the end she reverted to tugging at them again.
   Kylie and Britney tugged Jeremy painfully and inexorably by his ears to
the branch.  Red faced and trembling, Jeremy was filled with dread.  If
they were able to restrain like they had been done with William he was a
goner.  They would be able to do whatever they wanted to him and he'd be
powerless to stop them.  For sure his willy would be on display and open to
all manner of abuse, and these girls wouldn't hold back out of shyness or
some false sense of decorum.  This was most definitely not what he'd signed
up for.  He looked over at Victoria pleadingly "Help me please...  don't do
this...  I'll do anything, anything you want...  Just don't let them..."
   Victoria marched over to him and he shut up, quaking at her approach. 
"What did I tell you about not following us?" she asked crossly.
   ""Errr..  not to" he said.
   "And what did I do when you ignored my instruction and followed us
anyway?" she asked.
   "You...  uh, well, you know..." he said, not wanting to mention what had
happened, not in front of the girls.
   "You were punished, weren't you" said Victoria.
   Jeremy nodded.
   "Weren't you" repeated Victoria.
   "Yes" he said.
   "And what did I tell you after you were punished?" she asked.
   "Not to follow you again" he said quickly.
   "And what did you do?" she asked.
   "Followed you" he replied.
   "And so what happens now?" she asked.
   "Uh, you take me away somewhere private for some private punishment" he
suggested.
   "What did I say when we caught you the second time, what did I say would
happen to you?" said Victoria.
   "You said....  Uh, I can't remember" said Jeremy grinning sheepishly.
   "Something about being sorry" said Victoria giving him a clue.
   "Oh, uh, that I'd be really really sorry" he said, suddenly remembering.
   "And how sorry are you at the moment?" she asked.
   "Oh God, much sorrier than that" he said "More sorry than anyone could
ever be, so I guess that's it, punishment over then" he said, grinning
sheepishly again.
   "Not even close" said Victoria "Get you hands up in the air, straight up
in the air!" she said looking him right in the eye.
   Jeremy could not resist her.  Her commanding tone, her eyes, the look
she was giving him, he was a slave to it, and he knew he would do whatever
she told him, no matter how much he didn't want to.  He raised his arms in
the air, and the three girls cheered.  Victoria took hold of his green
t-shirt at the hem and lifted it up above his tummy, his chest, and then
off over his head.  She pulled it off his arms and tossed it aside.  Jeremy
quivered and tried not to look down at his own nakedness.
   "Paul" said Victoria not taking her eyes off Jeremy.  Paul wrapped a
cable-tie around Jeremy's wrists, attached it to a second and pulled it
tight.  Paul then pulled the second tight around the branch of the tree. 
Jeremy was bound and suspended from the tree, his entire body exposed and
naked, except for the small area below the middle of his shins.  He
shivered and dropped his eyes to Victoria's breasts.
   Victoria stepped away, giving everyone their first unobstructed view of
his thirteen year old body.
   "Christ!  That's better" said Chelsea staring straight at Jeremy's
unerect willy.
   "He's got hair" said Britney.
   "Much better" said Kylie.
   All three girls reached for it at once, and there was brief battle of
slapping hands before Kylie won out and grabbed it for her own.
   There was something different about this.  When Victoria had had him
stripped down before, when she'd manhandled him it had been electrifying,
it had been somehow safe.  She had been shielding his body at first, and he
had been in some strange sense cosy.  Now he was stretched up tall, his
chest and tummy exposed in an uncomfortable way, the sensation of
vulnerability was almost overwhelming, and these girls were not Victoria,
they were like hell-cats, and he thought them more likely to feast on him
with their sharp teeth than their feminine lusts.  For these reasons,
despite his age, despite his inexperience and unfamiliarity with female
contact on his genitals, he did not rise to the occasion.
   Kylie grew frustrated with squeezing and pulling on his willy, and when
she released it, it was as limp as when she had taken it up.  She frowned,
"He's obviously gay" she said.  The two boys, still sprawled against the
log sniggered.
   "Oh I don't know" said Victoria stepping forward.  She gazed into
Jeremy's eyes and he couldn't help himself but gaze back.  She took hold of
his penis, lifted it, and rolled it between her fingers "Are you gay
Jeremy? Or just a bit shy in front of these girls?"
   Jeremy hoped it was a rhetorical question, and he felt something
powerful surge within him.  Victoria felt him begin to stiffen in her hand
"Are you a bit shy about these girls seeing your willy all stiff and
excited?" she asked teasingly.  His body responded but he said nothing.
   "Maybe we should give you some practise.  Maybe we should get you naked
and hard more often.  Maybe we should let lots of girls see you with a
hard-on" continued Victoria her voice rich and seductive.  Jeremy whimpered
and felt his body weaken and turn to jelly.  His penis felt like an iron
rod in Victoria's hand.  "Perhaps when we get back to school we should take
all your clothes off very slowly in the playground, one item at a time,
until you're just left with your little panties on.  Then we could very
slowly peel them down so that all the little boys and girls could see you
poor naked little body.  And then, when everyone had seen every last inch
of your little boy body we could take hold of your willy and stroke it
gently until it's as hard as it is now.  I'm sure all the little boys and
girls would love to see that.  Would like them to see that?" she continued
still looking him straight in the eye.  He moaned pathetically, thrilled
with excitement and on the very edge of climax.
   Victoria could feel him pulsing greedily in her hand and she slowed her
pumping to an almost imperceptible rhythm "And then, only when you're
really excited, only when everyone's had a really good look and feel, we
could pump your little stiffy until it squirted all over the playground. 
And we could keep pumping it until you were entirely drained of every last
drop of your innocent little boy juice.  Would you like that?" she asked.
   "Oh God," he moaned loudly as he began to spurt "Yes...  Oh yes,
please..." he squealed.  The three girls watched in utter amazement as
Victoria released Jeremy's rock hard penis and stepped aside.  With a life
entirely its own it pulsed and twitched as it squirted his come in a huge
arc all over the grass.  He continued to groan loudly almost as if each
pulse was a painful torture.  "Oh God!  Yes!  Yes..." he gasped.
   "Fucking hell!" shouted Chelsea.
   The boys at the log made noises of disgust, but Kylie and Britney, along
with Chelsea stared as if witnessing a real life miracle in front of their
eyes.  Which of course they were.
   "You just have to handle him right" said Victoria smoothly as she
returned to the gang.  Paul pulled tissues out of the bag and Victoria
wiped her hand clean.  She looked over at the two disgusted boys lounging
against the log, smiled and headed over.
   Denis' long wait was finally over as Helen brought the thin but very
flexible piece of green wood whipping down in his naked bottom.  The pain
was excruciating and he jerked upwards with a loud shriek.  Paula and Jenny
bounced up in the air and came crashing back down again, and they
'yeehawed' again with the excitement of it.
   "Fucking shit!" screamed Denis, his brain and his body in shock with the
pain.  Helen granted him no pause to recover and the switch came down
mercilessly a second time.  Again Paula and Jenny enjoyed the ride as Denis
bumped them up again.  Both girls were feeling a very pleasant warm
dampness between their legs and they began digging their heels into Denis'
sides, almost like spurs and they clenched their legs tightly.
   "Stop!  Stop!  Please..." shouted Denis.
   Helen decided to give him one more before finding out if he was ready to
give in, and she made this one even harder than the first two. 
"Oooooowwww! Christallfuckingmighty!!!" he screamed.  Helen was so shocked
at his profanity she dropped the switch and her face drew back in horror.
She looked up at the sky as if to see if a thunderbolt was coming to blow
Denis to smithereens.  She held her breath.
   Denis began renewing his struggles, fighting urgently for escape with
even greater purpose this time.  Jenny and Paula hung on enjoying the ride,
and afraid he might break free this time Sarah threw herself across his
legs.
   Helen looked down again and saw three thin red lines across Denis'
bottom as it thrashed up and down squirming for liberty.  Still no
thunderbolt.  Helen assumed that God must be very busy elsewhere at the
moment and Denis would be dealt with later.  She rested a hand on his
bottom and ran a finger over those bucking welts.  They felt sharp.
   "Are you going to let go or do you want some more?" she asked him almost
absent-mindedly.
   "I'm gonna fucking kill you, you just wait 'til I'm free, you're fucking
dead!" he shouted with venom.  Susan tried an experimental tug on his
shorts, but there was still no give in them.
   "I've got an idea" said Tracy, and she dashed off towards the gates.
   "Where's she going?" asked Susan.
   "No idea.  Alan, why don't you give your new girlfriend another kiss"
said Wendy, just to pass the time while Tracy completed whatever errand she
had run off to do.
   Alan sighed and prepared himself for another performance.  He grabbed
Giles again, and even though Giles tried to back away in horror, Aland kept
a hold of him and kissed him again, repeating his noisy dramatic pretence,
but with lips barely touching.
   "Why don't you stroke her breasts as well" suggested Wendy giggling at
the incongruous sight.
   Alan raised a hand and groped Giles' bra suggestively, despite the
disappointing lack of filling.
   Tracy meanwhile raced about looking for a suitable tool and found it in
the form of a discarded crisp packet.  She snatched it up and then ran back
towards the gates again.  Wendy turned to watch her, wondering what on
earth she was up to.
   The boys were still huddled together watching both shows, but dissent
was beginning to break out in their ranks.  Two of the boys, Alex and Adam,
had had a disagreement over something and a shoving match had ensued.  The
boys, both of them around eleven years old, escalated the shoving to
punching until one of them launched himself at the other and punching
turned to wrestling.  A short scuffle left the two of them on the floor
battling for the advantage until Adam, the larger of the two boys, forced
his way on top of the Alex.  Sensing victory he kneeled up high and pinched
Alex's nose.  With the speed of a cobra, Alex's hands came up, grabbed the
sides of Adam's shorts and pulled them down.  Adam's royal blue shorts, and
pale blue y-fronts descended together, half way down Adam's bottom, but it
was enough for his willy to pop out of the front.  Adam's hands darted
urgently to restore his dignity as he squealed in shock.  This gave Alex
the opening he needed and he shoved heavily at the panicked Adam, forcing
him to lose his balance and fall off Alex sideways.
   The commotion had attracted everyone's attentions by now, and they all
caught a brief glimpse of Adam's eleven year old penis before he managed to
drag his shorts back up at the front.  Alex slammed down onto Adam's chest,
winding him, and sensing the atmosphere of the other boys he looked round
at the "Get him!  Get his shorts off!" he shouted.  Adam tried to roll away
but he was still stunned and unable to breath.  It wouldn't have mattered
who had shouted this invitation, nor who had been picked as the victim.  It
had only needed someone to say it.  The boys swarmed the paralysed Adam,
and within seconds his royal blue shorts and his pale blue underpants were
being waved like pennants by boys running in circles round Adam and Alex,
leaving poor Adam lying on the grass wearing nothing more than a pair of
white socks and battered old trainers.  He tried to fight Alex off, but
boys grabbed his arms and pulled them out above his head, others grabbed
his ankles and did the same.  "Tickle him" shouted Alex, enjoying his
directorial debut.  The other boys obeyed without question.  Alex jumped
off Adam and grinned down at his defeated foe stretched out below him. 
Adam's chest was now heaving up and down, partly in an effort to force some
oxygen into his lungs and partly in great sobs of shame.  His willy wobbled
from side to side for all to see and already boys were stroking hands down
his sides, across his armpits and down his legs.  Other boys stripped off
his footwear.  The whole debacle had taken no more than a few seconds and
in that time Adam had been reduced from strutting arrogance to craven
shrieking casualty.  He wailed and screamed out in protest.  Bridget, tired
of Giles for the moment dashed over and forced her way through the scrum of
boys to get a closer look.  The boys parted for her, afraid of provoking
the gang of girls nearby, but they kept up their persecution of Adam as
best they could as they did so.
   Bridget clamped her eyes on this new and novel willy and she regarded it
as an object of beauty, to be revered.  It was fulsome and partly erect
already, hairless but sturdy.  She brought a hand down, and the other boys
were already giggling before she even touched it.  Adam was too far gone
with sensual overload to have noticed Bridget's approach or to have any
idea who seized his most private of extremities and he screamed blue murder
assuming it was one of the boys.  If he had known it was Bridget his
protestations would have been even more forceful.  Flushed with victory,
and delighted at his example of brains beating brawn, Alex sat on Adam's
face and treated him to his fruitiest of farts.
   Despite the distraction, the girls had continued tormenting Denis, with
Jenny and Paula stimulating themselves by bouncing up and down on him,
while Helen and Susan amused themselves by pinching his bottom, especially
where the welts had sprung up.  Wendy was sat back on her haunches watching
both boys being tormented, and silently celebrated this wonderful new world
she had just discovered.  In her exhilaration, she wanted to do something
really rude to embarrass Alan, and she musing on this when Tracy rushed
back with the crisp packet extended in front of her.
   Wendy looked up and pulled an expression of disgust "Tracy!" she said in
horror.
   "It'll work" said Tracy excitedly.
   "Let's give him one last chance" said Wendy and she grabbed Denis'
shorts again and pulled with all her might.  There was a little bit of
give, but Denis had not relaxed his death grip one iota, and his shorts and
pants remained substantially in place.
   "Let go Denis!" said Wendy.
   "Fuck off!" he shouted back.
   Helen pinched his bottom hard, eliciting a pitiful yelp "Let go!"
shouted Helen.
   "You're dead!  Fucking dead all of you!" he yelled back "What goes
around comes around and if I pull your knickers down you can't complain!"
   "Whoa there boy" said Wendy "Don't you go getting above your station. 
Boys do not pull girls knickers down." She silently added the bit about
'unless the girl wants them too,' having Paul in mind.  She didn't want to
complicate the issue.
   Tracy dropped down to Denis' front, next to his head and she pushed the
crisp packet close to his nose.  Denis nearly choked, and he pulled his
head back retching.  Tine pushed it closer and closer.  Jenny, seeing what
was happening prepared herself to pounce.
   Denis' neck craned back as far as it would go until he could retreat it
no more but still the crisp packet advanced.  "No!" Denis yelled through
gritted teeth, trying not to breath as the large dollop of fresh dog-shit
continued inexorably towards his face.
   "Let go!" said Tracy.  Denis didn't shout a reply this time, but nor did
he comply.
   "Last chance turd features" said Tracy, entirely unaware of the irony.
   
  
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