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Chapter 26 - The Dance

Chapter 26- The Dance

The dance was set to begin at 7:30, so the group arrived at six, so that they would have enough time to set up food and drinks. Minute showed up a half hour later, and Jon showed him to the booth. While the kids set up tables and chairs, the sounds of club mixes and dance beats flowed through the auditorium. The night’s choices were a wide range of tunes, ranging from the classic to the ridiculous. Minute wasn’t a big fan of modern rap, and his play list showed it. Instead of Nelly or Jay Z, Captain Jack held front stage. Minute hadn’t planned on playing much of his works, but in light of his recent passing it seemed fitting to add a few more to the roster.

The kids finished setting up the all the furniture, and George checked al the leads and remotes for the various decorations. Some had been set on timers, such as the dragon which beat its wings and roared, while others, like the two gargoyles flanking the DJ had been linked to triggers in the both. With the press of a button Minute could, quite literally, make them sit up and dance.

They managed to finish early and found themselves a table to relax at. Ashley continued to worry, expecting everything to go wrong. The others constantly explained that every thing had been checked once, twice, and then because she had insisted, three times. The only things that could go wrong at this point, they told her, would be the direct result of human error. Still a bit nervous, Ashley eventually calmed down.

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Phil sat on his bed, pulling on his shoes. His cell phone was cradled between his head and shoulder.
“Is everything ready?” he asked.
“Sure is. We have the ballots all filled out. Now all we need to do is switch them with the real ones at the dance. We didn’t fill them all out in your favor, but you have more then enough votes to get the crown later tonight.” Andy replied from the other end.
“Why did you leave some votes for some other people?”
“Because it would look suspicious if every vote favored you. Think about it. Would Franklins or his two friends vote for you? You may be the most popular guy in the school, but that doesn’t mean everyone has to like you.” Andy rolled his eyes on the other end of the line. Why was he doing this for such a fool?
“You make a good point. In that case, I leave it up to you. Just as long as it’s me standing on that stage at midnight tonight.”
“No worries on our end. The royal kiss will be yours. Just remember your side of the deal.”
“But of course. After all, friends do each other favors.”

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Seven thirty came and went. The crowd was small at first, mostly freshmen and sophomores, those with earlier curfews. The juniors and seniors arrived around eight, they having more time to spend at the dance. Minute had the crowd easily in hand. The younger kids found the music fun to dance to, while the older ones were refreshed in the change of styles. Minute kept to a simple pace, playing four or five fast songs in a row, then a slower song or two to let the dancers rest on their feet, and to let the various couples get a bit closer to each other. Every half hour or so he’d play a step call, smiling as he watched the teens bounce around to his commands. He decided he’d have to try and play more high school functions. They were fun.

The gang was having just as much fun as he was. With all the volunteers they had, they were working in shifts, switching every hour or so to let those who had been behind the tables take a turn on the dance floor. Stef managed to get Jon to dance, much to the amusement of everyone with in ten feet of them. When they sat back down again the others began tossing jokes at them, Jim and George doing a horribly exaggerated imitation of the couple. This just got more laughs and jokes, especially when Stef and Jon began criticizing their technique.

Jen had noticed when Phil and his group had arrived, but it wasn’t much of a concern. They stayed as far away as possible, picking a table on the far side of the gym to sit at. When ever they danced both sides were careful to maintain a decent distance between them. Everyone was enjoying themselves, and saw a fight as something that would most defiantly have ruined the evening.

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He parked his car and watched for some sign of her. He didn’t see any sign of her outside, and realized she must have shown up early. That was alright. If she was already here then she’d be at the dance, and he knew where the gym was. He was sure he could find her.

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By nine o’clock the dance was in full swing. The adult chaperones were relaxing, only one or two actively patrolling, besides the two who were wandering the building looking for stray couples. School policy on this was quite firm. School was for sending children, not conceiving them. Those weren’t patrolling had found a small table in the corner nearest the food. They could get off their feet and keep an eye on the dance floor as well. They were actually quite pleased. Tonight’s DJ seemed to have taste for actual music, and kids were dancing to it, not simply grinding against one another like they had feared. It seemed tonight would a simple one.

The food table was being run by a group of younger volunteers. The crew had grabbed some snacks and then headed for their table to eat and relax. George and Jen headed to go dance while the others just sat around and chatted. Minute changed to one of the slower songs, and the young couple wandered around the dance floor.

They danced with out a care, the only thing they paid attention to being the crowd around them, so that they wouldn’t collide with anyone else.

The tap on George’s shoulder came out of nowhere. He turned around and saw another boy standing behind him. He recognized him as one of the football players, but he couldn’t quite place the face to a name.

“Do you mind if I cut in?” the stranger asked.
George didn’t respond, instead glancing at Jen, one eyebrow raised. She simply nodded to him, and he stepped out of the way.
“Not at all. Be careful though, she tends to step on toes.” he said with a smile. Jen stuck her tongue out at him and he grinned in response. He walked back to the table, sat down, and proceeded to watch as scene unfolded before him.

Minute let off another song, and Jen and the new guy began to dance. She was careful to guide them near the table where her friends were sitting. Jim and Mitch got up and invited Ashley and Amy to dance. They agreed and the two couples began to dance around where Jen was. Max, who had been randomly dancing with various girls, moved his seat at the table so that he was closer to the dance floor.

As they danced, Jen and the new guy began to speak.
“What do you want Dan?” she asked.
“Why did we break up?” he asked in return.
“You ask that now? A year later?” Jen stared at him incredulously.
“We were good together. You were my beauty. You inspired my life.”
“Is that why I found you and Angela half naked in the balcony? Was she ‘inspiring’ as well?”
“That was a mistake. I admit it. The flesh was weak, and It was too tempting for me to pass up.”
“I don’t care how weak the flesh was. Love is an emotion and emotion comes from the spirit. The spirit was obviously just as weak as the flesh, and I was mistaken not to have realized it earlier.” Jen looked around. She saw the others nearby and stopped worrying about annoying Dan.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“It means you are a jerk, who sleeps around, and needs a swift kick in the balls. I’d do it myself, but I pity you too much to do that.”

The music tapered off as the song ended. Dan grabbed her by the arm and she spun around. He began to force her to dance with him as another song began to play.

“You aren’t going anywhere. You were mine once before and you’ll be mine again. You think that geek will make you happy? What’s he got that I don’t?” he demanded
“Something we humans commonly refer to as a ‘soul’.” She tried to turn away again and he spun her back into place.

The others had noticed her attempt to escape. As they neared the table, Jim passed Ashley off to Max. George backed out the door, and headed for the DJ booth. Mitch and Max eased their partners around where Jen and Dan were standing, while Jim walked right up to them.

“Excuse me, but may I have this dance?” he asked.
Dan glared at him, annoyed with being interrupted by this punk. He was about to say no, when he realized the other two couples were circling, effectively cutting him off if the issue was pressed.
“Of course you may. She’s definitely some one worth dancing with.”
“Oh I know.” Jim said. The music suddenly changed. A fast paced waltz redone with a techno track began to play. Jim grabbed Dan’s hands and took the lead in the steps. “But I really wanted to dance with you.”

Jim easily sped up the pace of the dance, spinning Dan all over the place. The dancers nearby had noticed and had stopped to watch the show. Jim led well, and they began to cross the dance floor. The music sped up and Jim kept the pace as best he could. Finally, the song began to wind down. Jim snapped his partner out, spinning Dan like atop. He let go and Dan began to spin in place. He lost his balance and fell to the ground. Sitting in a heap, to dizzy to stand back up. Jim straightened the sleeves of his shirt and looked down at the other boy. The watching crowd began to clap.

“Might I suggest learning the steps next time?” he offered.
Dan looked up at him, and realized he was talking about more then just dancing.

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The evening proceeded with out incident. The food on the tables disappeared quickly, but two of the chaperones made a run to the grocery store before any problems occurred. At eleven the last call for votes was announced. The wooden ballot box was removed, and carried off to another room for the votes to be tallied.

The next hour was spent dancing to relatively slow songs. Minute didn’t think anyone could handle the really fast stuff, so he let the dancer’s rest. The songs were long, and many of the couples took it as an opportunity to get close and lean against each other.

At eleven fifty the rear doors opened and Diane and Lisa walked in. George activated one of the triggers, and the dragon lowered from the ceiling. It was dropped from the back, so that it landed standing on its feet. He activated another remote, and it dropped one arm, so that Diane could stand on it. The arm then lifted up, holding above the crowd. The crowd had meanwhile grown silent, and then began to clap and cheer the display.

Some one tossed her a microphone, and she raised her hands for silence. The crowd quieted and she began to speak.

“Ladies and gentleman, Midnight approaches. For those of you who have been here before, you know what to expect. For those of you who are new, it is time for us to crown the queen and king of this year’s homecoming dance. George dropped the second claw, waiting for the lucky couple to be announced.

“This year’s homecoming king and queen are.……”
Minute struck up a drum roll from his booth.
“Jon and Stefanie!” The crowd began to clap for the winners, who jogged over to the claw. Once they were on, George raised the claw so that the entire gathering could see them. As the midnight tone struck, they kissed, and the crowd began to cheer as well, drowning out the mutterings of a few individuals in the back.

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After the crowning ceremony, the partiers began to go home. The friends remained behind, in order to clean up the gym. They started cleaning up, when Lisa and Diane walked over to them.

“You were right Ash; some one did try to alter the results.” Lisa told them. The others looked at them quizzically.
“I thought some might try to rig the election for king and queen.” Ashley explained to the rest. She turned back to the two girls. “What gave it away?”
“The box was delivered by Abdul and one of his friends. That and almost all the ballots voted for you and Phil.”
“So you guys replaced them with the ballots we had as spares?”
“Nah, we just decided to give it to Jon and Stef. We shredded the ones we were given, so no one will be able to find out what happened.”
“Well that’s for the best I guess. Good work girls.”

They finished cleaning up, dropping the garbage into the bins behind the school, loading the equipment into their cars. Minute loaded some of the bigger pieces into his car, having offered to drive the pieces back to wherever it had to go.

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He watched as they walked out of the building. He would have tried again, but there were too many people around her. It wasn’t safe when she had such a large crowd gathered near her. Besides, romance was best done in private. He watched as she got into a car. As the car pulled out of the parking lot he followed.

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Minute watched the other car and wondered who else had stayed as late as they had. He figured it must have been one of the chaperones, staying behind while the kids cleaned up as an insurance reason. He drove out behind the car, keeping an eye on Jen and George in front of the mystery car. He was supposed to follow them so that he could drop off the gear. He noticed the car was still following them when they turned. But that wasn’t so unusual in such a small town. There were only so many residential areas after all. It wasn’t until they were on the last block that he became deeply worried. This other car wasn’t just driving behind his friends, it was tailing them. As he watched, the other car slowed down as it passed the house the kids stopped at. He couldn’t see the driver very well in the dim street lights, but he could tell that it was a guy and that he was watching the house.

Once the rest had reached the house, he told them all at once.

“You guys need to be careful. Some one was following you.

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Damn, damn, and double damn! She went back to his house! That damned cheating cunt bitch! She was his beauty! She was his! He was going to have to act, and he was going to have to act fast. Otherwise, he would lose her for good. First he’d have to deal with the boy though.

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Chapter 27- Bearing His Fangs

Chapter 27- Bearing His Fangs

The school was in high spirits after the dance. People were still debating which had been the best aspect. More then a few conversations concerned the surprise results of the crowning ceremony.

“…you know what Dan? Go to hell. If I catch you following me again, there will be hell to pay for you. Trust me on this.” She hung up the phone.

Jen was sitting on the front steps, enjoying the early morning sun. The concrete was warming up as she sat there, and she felt like she could sit there all day. She had been worried about being followed home, but the ,more she thought about it the less harful it seemed. It probably had simply been some one who lived nearby. The rock was most likely a dumb practical joke, one pulled because of the coming holiday. Halloween was tonight, and she was sure that nothing else would happen.

She watched as George pulled up to the school. He parked his car on the side of the rod opposite, got out, and grabbed his bag. He waved to her, and then proceeded to his trunk. She watched as he removed a large duffel bag from the trunk. In the middle of the bag was a round bulge. As she watched, it slipped and fell down towards one end, and George tilted towards that side. He righted himself and then walked over to where she was standing.

“So what’s in the bag?” she asked.
“My bowling gear. First practice is after school.” he informed her.
“You bowl?”
“Yeah for the school. Got to have something to put on a college application don’t I?”
“I guess that makes sense.”
“Come on, I want to go drop this stuff off.”

They walked into the building and Jen followed as George walked up to a small door tucked into the wall near one of the janitor’s closets. The door was solid and black, the only marking on it being the name “Marletti”. George knocked on the door.

“Come in!” called a deep voice.

Jen opened the door, and the two walked in. The room was rather small; it’s L shape giving just enough room for a small group to sit around. A small desk was tucked into the corner of the L. Next to a desk was a couch, the cushions a deep orange, where there weren’t stains or rips. A small collection of bags in different sizes was piled against the wall closest to the desk. Jim was lounging on a small ledge, his legs tucked up against the wall. Jon and Stef were camped out on the couch. A tall skinny man sat at the desk. He was pale, and going bald quickly. He wore a thin pair of glasses, and his tie was simply black. He wore a quiet suit, and would be almost indistinguishable in a crowd. He turned and looked at the couple standing in the doorway.

“Great,” he said, “not you too!”
“Ah come on coach. You were the one always telling us we needed to get out more.” Jim told him.
“Yeah but I meant after the bowling season. I need you guys to be thinking about the games, not the girls!”
“Come on we already told you we wouldn’t play any worse then we normally do.” Jon countered.
“That’s just it, I want you guys to play good!” the coach spun towards where Jon was sitting. George decided he should say something quickly, before an argument broke out.
“Jen let me introduce you to coach Mark Marletti. He isn’t a real coach, and we don’t know quite what it is he does for the school, but he coaches the bowling teams.”
Marletti turned to the two of them. “Pleased to meet you. Excuse my earlier outburst, but this year we just might have a chance for these clowns to win.”
“Aw come on coach. As long as the A team wins, who cares how B does?” Jim asked.
“I care! Because next year you guys are the A team!” Marletti told him
“Well, then we’ll worry about it next year. This year we’ll have what fun we can.” Jon explained.
“You guys are hopeless!” Marletti exclaimed.
“Not totally I hope.” George cut in. The bells rang and the five teens jumped to their feet. They all rushed out, calling back how they had to get to class.

Jim, Jon and Stef scattered to different classes, while George and Jen headed to their first period English class. They settled into two of the seats in the back of the class, and started talking as the rest of the class began to filter in. As usual the teacher was late. Marillo almost never arrived on time, usually arriving about fifteen minute after class had started.

“So what was all that about?” Jen asked.
“Marletti is the bowling coach. Jim, George and I have been on the B team since we were freshman. Mitch made the team last year, and Nate rounds us out. We don’t have any subs, they being reserved for the A team.” he explained
“So then what was Marletti complaining about?” Jen was curious about the ‘Not you too!’ remark.
“Coach doesn’t think we get out enough. So he’s been telling us that we needed to find some girls who would be willing to go out with us.”
“Well, you did, so why’s he complaining?”
“Because he meant girls we wouldn’t mind spending three or four nights a week with out seeing, not girls who could keep us rapt in fascination.”
“Well, we’ll simply have to forgive you three not worshipping the ground we walk on for a few months. We’ll suffer, but if that is the price that must be paid, we shall pay it.” She smiled and he just shook his head.
“Sometimes you just have one of the most disturbed senses of humor I’ve ever run into, you know that?” he asked.
“Well, that’s why you like me!”

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Jim, Ashley and Stef were sitting at lunch, talking about the earlier events of the day. Jim was warning them about the pop quiz they’d be facing when they had math later that afternoon. He had already taken it, and even now he wasn’t sure how he’d done on it. The conversation turned to less serious matters, and Stef filled Ashley in on what had happened earlier in Marletti’s office. She thought about it, and then made a decision.

“If he’s so worried about us distracting you, then we’ll simply have to go with you.” she told them.
“Can you? You need to have a permission slip to get on the bus.” Jim explained.
“Doesn’t matter. We had to fill out the same forms for cheerleading camp and the football season. It’s good for year, that way we don’t need another one for the spring competition season.” Stef told him.
“Well, then I’m sure we can get you on the bus. You’ll just have to duck so that Marletti doesn’t see you.”
“Not a problem.”

The word was passed to Jen and Amy to be ready to go to bowling that night. They both thought it to be an excellent idea.

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The bus was waiting outside the gym when the final bell rang. The boys headed for the back of the bus and the girls followed. There were already two girls sitting back there, and they gave the boys a quizzical look as they watched the entourage that was tailing behind. The first girl had long brown hair, framing a tan face. Her full chest was evident, her tank top revealing plenty of cleavage, her team shirt left unbuttoned to show as much skin as possible. She was wearing a pair of daisy dukes, and her legs were just as splendid to look at as the rest of her. The other was more modest in her appearance. She was wearing a loose pair of jeans, and a heavy sweat shirt, making any determination of her body type impossible. She had long raven black hair, and her face brought to mind an Irish tavern, either as one who was partying, or a tavern maid who would flirt, but never touch.

“So who are these four?” the first one asked. The second merely nodded.
“Come on you know who they are. As to why they’re here, they wanted to watch the practice.” Jim explained
“Well, then maybe you should introduce us?” offered the second.
“Of course, I forget my manners. Ashley, Jen, Stef, Amy, this is Denise and Leigh. Leigh, Denise, allow me to introduce Ashley, Jen, Amy and Stef.” Jim did the introductions in his best courtly voice and manners. The other two boys were trying as hard as they could not to laugh.
“Pleased to meet you. Sit, talk and enjoy. Feel free to ignore and smack the boys as you see fit.” Denise instructed the three cheerleaders.

The conversation turned to the day’s events, shared stories of class horrors and embarrassments, and the unnatural difficulty of the math pop quiz. After awhile two separate conversations were running, the boys discussing their bowling technique, while the girls began to discuss more feminine issues. The boys actively appeared to ignore the second conversation, though each one listened with one ear, looking to see what clues to the female mystery they may unravel.

Ashley had been studying the other two girls while she talked with them and more and more she became curious about something. Both girls were attractive, smart and funny. She couldn’t see why none of the boys had gone out with them. She finally decided she had to ask.

“Has Jim or either of the other two ever gone out with you either of you?” she questioned. Jim and Denise both burst out laughing while Leigh merely shook her head and smiled.
“Sorry darling, but incest isn’t something we’re interested in.” she explained.
“What? I thought Jim’s sisters were in college.” Ashley offered. Jim nodded his head.
“My blood sisters are in college. Denise and Leigh are ’adopted’ through the girl scouts program.” he told her.
“Could you explain that?”
“My younger older sister was a ’sister’ for one of the local troops. When they were introduced to me they were introduced to as my sisters. I didn’t understand the joke at that point and took it seriously. So it stuck, and I now have some fifteen sisters or so.” He explained.
“And so we consider any sort of romantic relationship with Jim to be incest. He’s basically our big brother, no matter what age we are in relation to him.” Denise told Ashley.
“What does being a big brother entail?” Ashley asked.
“Mainly that when they need muscle for any purpose I show up and take care of it.” Jim told her.
“You mean fights?” she asked.
“Occasionally. Mostly though its things like furniture or just escorting them to whatever. It seems I make a great bodyguard.” he said.
“Indeed you do.” Ashley said, and they all laughed.

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They arrived at the bowling alley and the boys set forth for their lanes. The girls followed and they joked around as they waited for the lanes to come on. They began bowling, the girls and their team taking one side, the boys taking the other. The four cheerleaders sat at the table munching on the snacks provided them by the lane. They had been dubious at the offer of free food. They had all bowled at least once before, and the food at the local lanes had been infamous for its poor quality. They hadn’t wanted to be rude and accepted, and had been surprised to find it was rather good. Jen was curious about the improvement, and asked George about it. He laughed and explained that since the teams had to bowl there so often, they regularly bought food for dinner there. Unfortunately, no on enjoyed this much. Jim had eventually gotten so fed up that he had asked Tony for some of the cheaper recipes. Tony had relented after much coaxing, and Jim had given them to the alley kitchen. Most of the problem had been the ingredients being used, and the alley manager had been eager to change the food, especially once he realized the new ingredients were cheaper then the ones they were already using. As a result, the kitchen began to do more business. As thanks, the Greenville team got all they could eat for free. Jim and Mitch got the same deal for whenever they went bowling.

The night dragged on as the teams kept bowling. Practice lasted for nearly three hours, and the group passed the e time having fun. The boys displayed their victory dances, and even showed the girls a few of the moves. Jokes and taunts passed back and forth between the girls and boys teams.

Practice finally came to a close, Marletti calling last shot before the lanes shut down. They packed up their gear and headed back for the bus. They scrambled on, Marletti turning a blind eye to the extra four girls sitting in back. The B team had actually bowled better, and he was considering asking the girls to actually cheer for the team during competition.

As the bus headed for home, the conversation picked up once more. Amy had been thinking about something for the past half hour, and decided that now was the time to get answers.
“So does this mean you guys are jocks as well?” she asked.
“Nope, we don’t have the practice hours to qualify as a sport.” Mitch explained to her.
“What do practice hours have to do with anything?” she questioned.
“The school ruled it’s only a sport if you have fifteen hours a week. We only bowl for nine, so we don’t count as a sport. Since we aren’t a sport, we aren’t jocks.” he told her.
“Well, ok I guess.”

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The bus pulled into the school parking lot. The group gathered around and decided what to do next. They had already eaten dinner, so there wasn’t much incentive to go home. Stef announced that she had a massive horror collection, and in the spirit of Halloween, why didn’t they go watch a few movies at her place? The others readily agreed, and they all set off.

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He watched as they all set off. He had been waiting for them to get back so that he could make his move. He had decided, and tonight was the night. That phone call earlier had decided it. He noted the car that was in the lead. So, they were going to her house. No matter, he would get there first. He had made a point of following all of them over the past few days, memorizing exactly where each one lived. He would beat them to the girl’s house, and he would be waiting.

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Stef and Jon were the first to get the house. A few trick-or-treaters were patrolling the spares neighborhood. There weren’t many houses in this part of town, and those that were there were far apart. She opened the garage with a remote, and they parked the car inside. Jim had Mitch and Amy with him as well as Ashley, and they made it second. They walked into the house and headed for the basement. Denise and Leigh had been right behind them, and they too found a place to sit near the big screen TV. Jen and George had gotten trapped by every red light as they drove to Stef’s. The constant stops had cost them several minutes, and they were now ten minutes behind the rest of the group.

They parked the car behind the others and got out, not expecting what was waiting for them.

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He watched as they got out of the car. The boy was with her of course. Take care of him first! Whispered the little voice in his head. He nodded. It was a sound idea. He drew the gun he had bought earlier and crept up behind them. The two were too engrossed in their own little conversation to notice his stealthy foot falls as he stalked them. He had been planning on shooting the boy, but he feared it would make too much noise and alert the whole town to his presence. He raised the gun over his head and brought it down hard on the back of the boy’s head.

George had no time to react. The attack was too sudden, too unexpected. The solid impact of the butt of the gun knocked him cold in one hit. Jen began to scream when she saw him collapse. Her cries were cut short when the attacker grabbed her from behind. He clapped a gloved hand over her mouth, silencing her.

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The others heard the scream even inside. They all got up as one and ran to find out what had happened. They weren’t the only ones.

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Kentai had been lounging on the side of the house when he heard the screams. He had been dozing, but at the sound of the attack he snapped awake. He cautiously sniffed the air, and found the stench of fear on the wind. There was another smell, lying beneath it. It was the smell of bad meat. If there was bead meat, he had to get rid of it. He walked out from the side of the house, just as the wind changed. He could no longer smell the terror or bad meat, but he could see two struggling forms. One looked vaguely like his mother, and he had to protect her at all costs. He roared a challenge as he ran at the two struggling.

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He looked up at the sound, and saw the form of the running bear.

They have a bear? They have a fucking bear! Damn them! They weren’t supposed to even have a fucking toy dog let alone a bear! Fuck!

He aimed his gun and fired.

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Kentai heard the shots and something inside him snapped. He had heard that sound before. That was the sound that had taken his safety from him. It was a bad sound. When he was smaller, it had scared him. Now he was bigger. He wasn’t scared, he was angry. He barely felt the burn of the bullet grazing him. He did though. It made him angrier.

He dodged to the side at the last moment, smashing into the bigger form. He could tell by now that the smaller form wasn’t his mother, but a friend of hers. She too was something to protect. He charged at the form now lying on the ground. It scrambled back to its feet and raised the small bad smelling object.

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He raised the gun and aimed for the bear’s head. The bear reared on to its back legs, and one massive paw swatted at the pistol he gripped. He let go, rather then risk breaking his hand trying to hold onto the gun. The bear dropped back to all fours and charged forward, head butting him in the gut. He stumbled backwards and fell. The bear kept coming.

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While Denise ran for the phone, the boys ran outside to see what they could do. Jim and Jon saw Kentai fighting a man and ran to help. Mitch saw the bear and stopped for a minute wondering where the hell it had come from. But seeing his brother and friend running towards it told him that he shouldn’t worry. He ran on.

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Kentai looked up at the running figures. They smelled of friends, and he recognized the males from before. They were his brothers, and they could be trusted. He saw his mother standing on the steps and ran over to her. This was no place for her, and she must be protected first.

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He looked up and saw the bear run off. He was pleased. Now he could get back to what he had been doing. He started to get back to his feet. Then the sky turned black with falling bodies.

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Jim saw the man getting up and leaped at him. He hit him hard and flattened the stalker once more. Jon was right behind him, landing on the guy’s legs. Mitch finished the job by pinning the man’s arms. The shrill sound of sirens pierced the night air. The three boys sat there, quickly coming up with and agreeing on the same story.

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Several hours later, there was still a pair of police cars parked on the lawn. George had been taken to the local hospital. He had a nasty concussion, but it looked like he was going to be fine. The doctors were keeping him over night for observation anyway, and would probably keep him the next day as well.

Back at Stef’s house, there was a milling of parents and police. The teens were seated on the couch, chairs, and floor, and were trying to answer half a dozen questions at once. The police were especially interested in how the three boys had managed to take down the suspect, why the man they had arrested kept mumbling about a bear, and why no one had been shot. The “Bad Shot” excuse the boys were giving didn’t ring true.

Just as they boys were going through their story for the twentieth time, the basement door swung open. Kentai was tired, and he wanted to sleep where it was warm tonight. The strange men didn’t smell bad, and there was no fear coming from his family, so he figured it was safe for him to come in. He walked in, much to the horror of the teens, and much to the amazement of every adult in the room.

“So there’s no bear huh?” asked the first officer. “I’m going to call animal control.”
“No you can’t!” Stef cried out.
“Why not? It’s a wild animal in a residential neighborhood.”
“Actually, it’s not a wild animal.” Everyone turned and looked at Jon. He continued.
“It is, indeed, a trained show animal, used as a school mascot.”
“Which school?” asked the second officer.
“Greenville High School.”
“I thought you folks were the gremlins.”
“The football, baseball, and basketball teams are. The bowling team, however, is the Greenville High Bowling Bears. We aren’t allowed to use the Gremlin as our mascot for political reasons.”
“Oh? What reasons are those?” asked the first officer,
“We didn’t want to pay the royalties on it.”
“Yep, sounds political to me!” laughed the second.
“Alright. I am going to check this out. I’ll be back in a week. Then I’ll make the final decision about this bear.” The first officer offered. HE nodded to the others. The four cops walked out of the house.

The parents then each retrieved their own wayward children. Each one of the teens knew they could look forward to a long lecture later that night. Jim and Mitch merely hoped they both got it at the same time. As they all walked out, Jon turned and looked at Stef.
“You were right. This was definitely fun.” he told her. “See you tomorrow!”

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Chapter 28- Cowardice and Courage

Chapter 28- Cowardice and Courage

Mitch was sitting on the edge of the balcony watching the scene below him. It was one of his favorite places to hang out, as almost no one went up there, and it gave him time to himself to think. It also let him keep an eye on the band so he would know when he needed to get down. The drop below him was nearly thirty feet, but the ledge he was sitting on was wide enough that he didn’t have to worry about falling from it. Out of the corner of his eye he saw some movement. He watched as Max slowly opened the door to the auditorium. He smiled to himself. It was about damn time.

He almost fell when Amy grabbed him from behind. He caught himself and corrected his balance. He turned to see her grinning at him.

“I was told I could find you up here.” she said.
“Well, if I ever find the source of your information I’ll be sure to thank them. What’s up?” he asked.
“Nothing much. Usual story, teacher failed to show for unknown reasons so the class got canceled. I figured I’d try and find you to see what you were doing.”
“Well, you happen to be just in time. The show is just about to start.”
“Which means what exactly?” she asked.
“You know Max right? Well, it seems he finally found the courage to ask Rebecca out. Hope she says yes, he seems to be a decent enough guy.”
“Shh, I want to see how this goes, if we’re quiet we may be able to hear!” Amy scolded him.

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Max found a seat near where Rebecca had dropped her bag. The sounds of the flute section floated through the room, naturally amplified by the architecture. It seemed a bit wobbly at first, but as the song progressed it became solid and clear, the notes from each flute blending with the others. They rose and fell in pitch in perfect harmony with one another. AS the song ended he applauded lightly, as did someone in the back of the room. He turned to see who might be there, but he couldn’t spot anyone. He thought he saw some movement on the balcony, but it was supposed to be closed off during school. He shrugged to himself. Whoever it was must have walked out already.

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May turned as Mitch tugged her down.

“What?” she asked.
“You really shouldn’t applaud.” he told her.
“Why not? They were good.”
“Yeah, but the band is always good. That’s why we practice. As for the real reason, do you really want them to know we’re spying on them?”
“Good point.”

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Max watched as she walked over to where he and her stuff was and stood up. Trying to hold his breath in check. Realizing he was stopping himself from breathing he mentally smacked himself and reminded himself to relax. She saw him stand up and hesitated momentarily. It was barely noticeable and she kept coming. She walked over and began to collect her stuff. He waited till she had everything in hand, unconsciously having accepted her flute case when she handed it to him.

“So…” he began.
“Yes?” she replied.
“What are you doing this Friday?” he asked.
“Nothing much. Why?”
Well, I was thinking. You maybe want to go see a movie or something?”
She stared at him, her eyes narrowed to slits. He could tell she was scrutinizing him, but her lack of expression wasn’t much to go on. He stood there, trying not to look as stupid as he felt. She finally relaxed and smiled at him.
“Sure I’d love to.” From the back of the room came a cry of victory. They both turned to see where the noise had come from. Rebecca scanned the back of the room. Max was faster and searched the balcony above. He saw a flash of someone ducking behind the ledge, and though the room was dark, he recognized Mitch. He figured the flash of blond hair must have been Amy. He made a mental note to kill the two of them at the earliest convenient time.

“I wonder who that was…” Rebecca mused.
“Eh, probably no one of any concern. So what do want to see and when do you want me to pick you up?”

They stood there making plans for a good twenty minutes. Max regularly glanced up at the balcony, smiling every time he caught a glimpse of some on ducking out of sight. He wondered what was going on and whether or not he should be worried.

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“Did you catch the name of the movie?”
“Doom.”
“He wants to take her to see Doom?”
“Actually she suggested it. Don’t let her appearance fool you. Rebecca can be quite devious at times.”
“You thinking what I’m thinking?”
“I think so. I take it that settles what we are going to be doing Friday?”
“Yuppers.”

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Andy leaned against the pillar waiting for Phil to show up. He watched as the jock approached. Phil looked furious. Well that was simply too bad. He had played out his part of the deal. It wasn’t his fault that Phil was as predictable as whether or not the sun would rise in the morning.

“You screwed up.” Andy shrugged off the greeting.
“Nice to see you too Phil. Next time might I suggest a slightly more cunning plan?” he smirked as Phil glared at him.
“So then what do you suggest?”
“First, you fulfill our half the deal. I acknowledge that things didn’t go as plan. In the case of fair play, I will have my crew pull off something else instead. But you pay first.”
Phil glared at him, and Andy returned the glare. Phil backed down first
“Fine. It will be done after school. But you better keep up your side. And this time you better not fail.” Phil agreed.
“Don’t worry. I’m working on a fool proof plan.”

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The six juniors had gathered in the lunch room. Ashley and Jim had a free period due to an absent teacher, and Stef had cut class. The others had their lunch period right then, so that’s where everyone had gathered. They sat there joking, the guys mocking the various people they had met in life. More then a few impersonations of Monty Python skits received attention from neighboring tables. Stef raised the question of Kentai’s fate, but the guys reassured her that there was nothing to worry about. When pressed for details they refused to comment, but the girls knew they could be trusted. In the middle of yet another sarcastic comment, Jen’s cell phone rang. She answered the phone and the conversation went fairly quickly. She said yes several times, and then hung up the phone. When she looked up, the color had drained from her face. The others saw this and concern crossed their faces.

“What’s wrong?” asked George.
Jen took a deep breath. “That was the police. They man they arrested the other night has escaped.” Her friends all started talking at once. They all started asking questions of her and she raised her hands for silence.
“He managed to overpower his escorts while they were taking him to a court hearing. He managed to get the keys to his cuffs and stole a car. They don’t know where he is right now.”
George was the first to speak. “So what are they and more importantly, you, going to do?”
“They’ve agreed to provide a guard detail for the time being. They’ll meet me after school.”
“Why haven’t they been sent now?” asked Jon.
“Partly because they don’t think he’ll try to get to me near such a large crowd. He did only attack after George and I were alone. Also, since he tried to kidnap me, instead of kill, they think he’s after me for me, not to kill me. They don’t think that’s changed.”
“SO what else are they going to do?” asked Ashley.
“Well, they’ve put the story out on the news, and their posting fliers around town so people will be one the look out for this guy. They don’t know if he was really after me or if he just saw the opportunity and tried to take it.”
The three guys glanced at each other and nodded. George turned to her. “Well, I don’t know about the cops or any body guard detail, but if this guy tries anything, he’s going to have to go through the three of us to get to you.”
“Well, thanks guys.”

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As the school day ended they all gathered near the gym. There was no practice scheduled for that day, so the boys walked Jen over to where the cop cars were waiting. She introduced all of them to the officers who were waiting for her, and the cops explained exactly what rules they had to enforce as far as visits were concerned. For all basic purposes, Jen was essentially going to be under house arrest for the next week or so, until either they recaptured the guy or were sure he had left the area.

The group parted ways, every one heading for home, with the exception of Jon. He had skipped gym earlier that week, and had gotten detention with the coach as a result. This was one of the most feared punishments in the school, as it generally involved spending an hour or so cleaning out the equipment room. It wasn’t the menial labor that was so bad, but the room itself. All the teams had a habit of simply dumping gear freshly used into the room. Over the years the room had acquired the permanent stench that could only be acquired through years of sweat and mud.

He headed around the outside of the building, it being quicker then going back inside. In front of him where three other guys just sitting around talking. They seemed to be waiting for something. They saw him and one of them nodded at him. He nodded back and kept going. They rose as he got closer and approached him. He stopped, not sure of what was coming.

“Jon, right?” asked the leader of the trio.
“Yeah that’d be me.” Jon frowned. He didn’t recognize any of the three. They seemed to be a group of sophomores.
“We got a message for you.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” The group had gotten close enough. The leader swung his fist hard into Jon’s stomach, knocking the wind from him. Jon stumbled back a few feet and tried to catch his breath. He stood back up, finally getting his wind back. The leader smirked and walked closer.

Jon wasn’t much of a fighter. He didn’t have much strength, so he preferred to talk rather then fight. But that didn’t seem like much of an option at this point right now. The younger boy pulled back for another punch. Except Jon was no Jim or Mitch either. He didn’t fight by any set style or a code of ethics. His knee snapped up, meeting the firmly with his target’s crotch. The younger boy stumbled backwards clutching himself, his eyes watering from the blow. He motioned to the other two. “Ki-K-Kill him!” he managed to gasp out. The other two were more then happy to oblige. They rushed Jon, slamming into him as hard as they could.

The fight was brutal. No one had a real sense of combat, instead swinging wildly, trying just to hit the target as hard as they could. Jon managed to land a few decent blows, and soon one of the others was bleeding from a split lip, while the other looked like he had a broken nose. Jon looked even worse. His nose was bleeding fairly badly, and his lip was swelling fairly quickly. Countless bruises could be seen on his arms, and his clothes hid even more. Outnumbered, he was knocked to the ground. By now the first boy had recuperated and was in mind for a bit of revenge. They stood there, landing kick after kick against him. Jon curled into a ball, sheltering his head and neck with his arms. His tormentors didn’t care what they were doing anymore. They were mad enough to kill him out right.

They would have too, if Coach Malone hadn’t come looking for Jon. He knew Jon was prone to skipping class, but he never missed a detention, and had always been polite when he was in class. He walked outside to see if maybe his detainee had gotten caught in a conversation with another teacher or classmate. He would be lenient if the former, but the latter would cost Jon extra time.

He saw the three boys standing around kicking something. He couldn’t tell what it was but from the spasming leg, it was definitely some one. He broke into a run, yelling at the three boys. As one, they spun, shocked by his bellow of fury. They turned and ran as fast as they could. The coach ran over to the figure lying on the ground. Malone quickly recognized Jon. Giving him a quick check to make sure there weren’t any spinal or head injuries, he carefully lifted the prone boy from the ground. Jon whimpered in pain at the touch, but by then he was too far out of it to care.

Malone hurriedly carried Jon to the nurse’s office. The woman was in shock at the bruised mass placed on the bed, but began to treat as much as she could. Malone quickly grabbed the phone of its cradle and dialed into the hospital. Fifteen minutes later, Jon was on his way to the emergency room.

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Wow, the story continues. Cool!!

 

Love Shack

Chapter 29- Love Shack

The school was buzzing with the news of what had happened to Jon the previous day. Stef had gone down and checked on him after she had heard, and had been late to class so no on had any real details to go on. The rumors were flying just as fast as when Jim and Phil had fought, and the speculation this time was even more bizarre then the rest. Some people thought he had been jumped by a group of drug dealers who had been interrupted by him. Others thought he had been jumped by one of the many gangs from downtown. Nat, Nate and Nathaniel were keeping a low profile, as this was the most popular theory, and people were giving them strange looks, as if they had had something to with it. There were wilder theories, and the jocks were pushing that he got attacked by a bear. The two officers who had met Kentai had children in the school, and they had told their families, so this particular theory was easily gaining more and more support.

The gang had their own ideas, and they were keeping a sharp eye on the jocks and Posse. They weren’t sure what had sparked the attack, but they were all sure that it wasn’t going to be the last one. It didn’t help that a freshman linebacker had tried to trip Mitch after first period. The kid had gotten a sprained ankle as a result, and everyone’s danger sense shot up another few notches.

Stef made it to school in time for third period, and she filled in Jen and Jim when they walked over to get some news. It seemed that Jon was going to be on his feet rather quickly. He had gotten a nasty concussion, but the doctors had managed to keep it from getting to any sort of danger point. The only really bad result was a couple of cracked ribs, and they should be healed in a few weeks. He was going to miss the practices, but it seemed Jon was going to be fit in time for the bowling season. The two relaxed at the news, glad their friend hadn’t gotten seriously injured.

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Mitch was once more sitting on his balcony ledge. The band was packing up below him. He heard the balcony door open behind him, and turned to see who it was. Amy walked into the room and quietly shut the door behind her. He nodded to her and turned back to the scene below him.

“So spying on people again eh?” she asked.
“What better past time is there? You never know when something you over hear may just come in handy.” he answered.
“Either that or you enjoy playing the voyeur.”
“Well there is that too.” he paused and looked at her. “Don’t you have a class right now?”
“Yeah, but Finkle is giving a test, and I managed to finish it early so she let me go. You know how paranoid she is about people cheating.”
“Well, more time for us then.” he leaned over and embraced her.
“Hey come on now, some one might be watching!” she protested.
“I thought voyeurs excited you?”
“Watching is fun, but the thought of being watched creeps me out. Alas, poor shy me!” she swooned as she finished. Mitch rolled his eyes and held back his laugh.
“Well, then, if the watching be bothering, I know a rather isolated place we could go.” he offered.
“Where your house? It’d take fifteen minutes just to get there!”
“Hmm, no but the bed would have come in handy. The place I was thinking about is a bit closer to us then my house.”
“Oh really?”
“As matter of fact, you could say it’s the perfect little hidey hole.”

They got up and headed for the door. Mitch was slightly quicker on his feet and got there first. He held it open, and bowed with a flourish as she passed. She just grinned and curtsied as she passed.

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They made their way down into the ground floor. Anytime they passed a hall monitor, Mitch nodded at them and they smiled in return. As they passed the last one Mitch proceeded with his little ritual. This time, however, the hall monitor called out, “Pass check.” Mitch looked at him curiously and then spun around. One of the seniors was trying to sneak past where they were standing. The kid looked stunned at being caught.

“If you don’t have a pass, you will have detention!” the hall monitor threatened.
“Hey what about them then?” the senior challenged.
“They have a pass.” The monitor replied. “I already saw it.”
“They haven’t shown you a thing, I got here the same time as they did!” the senior accused angrily.
“If I say I’ve seen the pass, then I’ve seen the pass. If I say they got a pass, then they got a pass!”
“Bull shit man!” the senior was getting pissed off.
“Fine. Curse all you want. You now have three days detention, and I will make sure you are there!”

Mitch watched this scene with amusement. The senior kept arguing, and eventually the hall monitor ushered him down to the office for a bit of administrative discipline. Mitch just shook his head. Amy looked at him quizzically, and he shook his head again.

“I’ll explain later.” he told her. He then swung his backpack off his shoulders and opened the front pocket. Reaching in he pulled out a heavily loaded keychain. Amy gave him another look.
“Jim gave this to me when I started as a freshman here.” He walked over to a door marked basement, and checked it. It was locked, but only for the thirty seconds it took for him to unlock it. Warm air poured into the hallway. “Come this way.” he invited her. She followed him down the concrete stairs that lay before him.

They walked down a rather long hallway, not stopping until they came to a door marked B.S.

“What is this?” Amy asked.
“It’s an old bomb shelter that was built during the cold war. George found it when he was going over the school plans. It’s big enough to hold about fifty people comfortably.” Mitch explained.
“So what is it used for now?” she asked.
“Pretty much what it was built for. If the blasted soviets ever try to wipe out our wonderful way of American life, then this shelter shall be our last beacon of hope!” Mitch proclaimed, doing his best imitation of an old general.
“Well, thank you soldier boy! That was most inspiring. In fact I believe its ‘inspiring’ me right now!” Amy growled in a husky voice
“My dear lady, there are protocols about this sort of thing!” Mitch played out. He quickly unlocked the door and the y stepped into the room.

It was indeed one massive room. The designers had built it to function, not to appeal to someone’s sense of beauty. The walls were thickly poured concrete, with a layer of lead poured in between. There had been a series of cots in the room at one point, but they had been removed. Their mattresses, however, had been left behind. One stood in a corner, a pile of feathers lying at its base. A small slit showed where it had been cut open, spilling its contents. More of the mattresses had been piled up in the corner, along with a small number of pillows and blankets. They all looked rather clean, and they smelled as if they had been freshly laundered. Indeed, a small laundry unit sat in one corner, along with the only modern thing in the room, a bottle of Tide. A small table sat in the middle of the room, and several decks of playing cards rested on top of it. A pair of TVs were mounted on the wall, though they weren’t plugged into anything at the moment.

As they walked into the room, Amy glanced around and took in all of this. She turned to Mitch.

“Exactly what protocols are those?” she queried.
“They are the functional rules of engagement.”
“And pray tell what the rules of engagement are?” He stepped up to her and kissed her hard.
“Make sure everyone leaves happy.”

Jen could feel her nipples stiffening at his touch. She was horny as hell and wanted satisfaction. She nearly swallowed his tongue as they kissed, and he returned the favor. His hands wandered under her shirt, gently massaging her breasts through the fabric of her bra. She stepped back in order to remove her top, and Mitch stood there and basked in the glory of her magnificent tits. Even through the constraining fabric of her bra he could tell she was aroused. His own length was bulging against his jeans begging for relief. He wore a slightly baggy pair, but right now they were incredibly tight.

She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him against her. She shuddered as his strong arms pulled her closer, his lips once more finding hers. As his hands slipped behind her back and fumbled with the clasp of her bra, her own hands found the fly of his jeans and undid the zipper. Her hand slipped inside and found his waiting cock. It twitched at her touch, eager for what it knew must be coming. She eased it out of his jeans, relieving the pressure on it. Amy could feel its warmth against her belly. There were more feelings coming from the general area of her stomach, and they were a bit more insistent.

Mitch finally managed to get the bra off. It fell at her feet, and Amy kicked it out of her way. Mitch kneeled slightly, bringing himself level with her chest. He toyed with them gently, kneading her breasts while his tongue circled each of her nipples. He began to alternate between sucking on the sweet little buds and nibbling on them. It was taking all she had for Amy to stay standing. Shivers of delight ran up and down her spine as he toyed with her. Mitch moved south, lightly kissing her flat stomach. Amy gently pushed him away from her.

Amy quickly shed the rest of her clothes. She walked over to the pile of mattresses, shaking her hips as she went. She lay down on them and opened her legs just enough to give a glance of the treasures held with in it. He stood there with a wounded look on his face. The fact that his shaft was hanging out of his pants made him look more amusing then hurt. Amy couldn’t help her self and giggled at the sight.

“Well, what do the rules of engagement say about this situation?” she asked.
“According the rules of engagement, when an enemy surrenders, they must be checked thoroughly for a concealed weapons or contraband.” he recited.
“Well then soldier, might I suggest you begin?”

Mitch started to take of the rest of his clothes, and then realized that his cock was in the way of his boxers. Amy giggled again as she tucked himself back in before dropping them to the floor. His member sprung to full attention as it achieved freedom once more, and Amy saluted its length. Mitch walked over in crisp military marching style. He snapped to attention, and then knelt down before her. They began kissing once more, and Amy began to rub herself against him, enjoying the feeling of his chest against her breasts. She moaned at the feelings coursing through her. Through the haze of bliss she realized that Mitch had been the one doing all the work so far. That seemed hardly fair to her, so she slipped herself down below him. His shaft dangled in front of her face, and she reached up and began to gently stroke it. Mitch grunted at the contact. He thought of everything he could, trying to keep himself only decently aroused. He wanted this to last as long as possible.

It took everything he had when she took him into her mouth. She began to bob her head up and down his length, tickling his cock with her tongue. She began to lick his member like a lollipop; full firm licks up and down the length. Mitch let a small groan of pleasure at the feeling. He waited for his opportunity, and then took it when it prevented itself. As she slipped down to the head, he quickly rotated himself so that he was facing in the other direction. More specifically, so that he was facing her warm, moist, pussy. He bent his head and began to eagerly lick and suck her sex. She became even wetter as he did so, her walls coating themselves in anticipation. Her clit eased its way out into the air, where his hungry mouth was waiting for it. He wrapped his tongue around the sensitive nub, sending a crashing wave of joy through her. His long, even tongue strokes brought her closer and closer to the edge. Amy came as he returned his tongue to her clit. Mitch eagerly lapped up the juices as they flowed, drinking them as if he had been in the desert for forty years.

Amy dropped back against the mattresses. She lay there recovering for a few moments. Mitch rolled off her, twisting so that he was facing her once more. She looked at him.

“What are you waiting for?” she asked, spreading her legs. “It’s more then ready for you.”

He didn’t need telling twice. He rubbed the tip of his cock against her opening, coating the tip in her juices. A small bubble of precum formed at the tip, mingling their two essences. He gently pushed his way inside her, her tight walls slick enough to allow him easy passage. They could both feel his penetration, she feeling each inch as it rubbed against her, he feeling as her walls closed around, pulling him as deep inside as he could go.

He paused once he was fully inside, simply enjoying the wet heat of her body against his. After a small moment had had passed, he began to slowly stroke his way in and out of her. She took up the motion and soon a steady rhythm developed between them. Mitch began to alternate the pace, sometimes speeding up, and other time easing off. The subtle changes drove her wild, her cunt squeezing against his member every time it seemed it would be pulled out. Amy could feel another orgasm building, and she sped up as it neared. She took the full length of him as deep into her as it would go, and began rolling her hips back and forth against his, not allowing him to move inside her, but manipulating his cock all the same. As her orgasm hit her walls closed around his cock, trying to bring him to heaven along with her.

Mitch wouldn’t play along though. As she had sped up, he had slowed his breathing, killing his thoughts. As her orgasm hit he stopped breathing entirely, denying his aching cock the oxygen it needed to cum as well. He waited for her orgasm to subside, her cries of ecstasy changing to spent breathing. He rolled them over so that she was now the one on top. He began to push into her once more, her walls tight, but tired. The flesh may have been tired, but her spirit was more then willing. As a cheerleader, Amy had become used to pushing her body, running it on will power alone.

Mitch placed his hands around the soft globes of her ass, and began to lift her up and down on his cock, she being too tired to return his thrusts. She rested as he had his way with her, though the constant friction of his cock rubbing against her clit kept her in a state of bliss. Mitch had all ready held himself back twice, and he could feel the pressure mounting in his balls. His cock began to twitch as it prepared to dump its load deep inside of her.

Before he could achieve his orgasm, Amy caught her second wind. Rubbing her breasts and clit she brought herself to the peak for a third time. But before either of them could cum, she lifted her self free of his organ. Mitch looked at her, unsure of what she was going to do next. She quickly turned herself around so that they were both facing in the same direction. She reached down below herself, and found his cock waiting for her. She gave it a few quick strokes, and then guided it to her waiting entrance. She impaled herself at the same time he thrust into her, their bodies meeting and melding as one.

Mitch found there was a little less pressure on his member, and the time she had taken to turn around had let it calm down a bit. He found it slightly easier to move inside of her, and he increased his pace once more. Amy let out one long continuous moan, as each thrust caused the tip of his cock to graze her sensitive g-spot. He sat up, and began to fondle her breast from behind, tweaking her nipples with either hand. Amy used one hand to steady herself, while the other played furiously with her aroused clit. Mitch found it impossible to hold out any longer. He thrust up into her as far as he could go, his hips leaving the mattress and suspending themselves in the air through sheer will. His whole length shuddered as his jism poured forth, coating her inner walls. As the warm fluid fell inside her it set off Amy’s third orgasm for the day.

They dropped back against the mattresses. Mitch eased his member out of her sopping cunt, their mixed fluids trailing after it. He left it sitting there between her thighs, as they relaxed against each other. They rested there for almost a half hour, all thoughts of classes and school forgotten.

Amy could feel his soft member between her legs, and began to rub it back and forth against her thighs. It didn’t respond at first, but it slowly began to swell once more. She had never felt a cock get hard before, but this was definitely a nice feeling. As she continued to roll it back and forth against her thighs, her warm, smooth skin teasing it back to life, she began on to slowly ease herself against it, so that it was resting once more against her waiting lips. Mitch lay behind her, letting her do all the work, waiting to see what she was going to come up with next.

Amy began to rub herself up and down the length of his cock, letting it slide back and forth between the narrow canyon formed by her pussy. Mitch could feel her warmth and the fluids of her cunt beginning to flow once more. He began a small counter thrust of his own, increasing the feeling between them. Amy was now fully aroused and her pussy was hungry for cock. She lifted her leg and eased him into her waiting depths. She then dropped the leg back down, catching him in a tight embrace.

Mitch began to move slowly inside her, the tightness of her walls increased by her closed legs. Amy reached down between her legs and began to rub her clit between two of her fingers. As the two lovers became more and more involved, they began to pick up the pace. Once more, it was Amy who halted the proceedings. She lifted her leg and removed Mitch from inside of her. He didn’t complain, as each time had provided them with a new experience. Amy rolled over a few feet and grinned at him. She got on all fours and looked at him.

“Well? What are you waiting for? Get over here already!”

Mitch wasted no time. He scrambled over to where she was and knelt behind her. Her pussy was dripping with her jism, and it beckoned to his aching cock. He slowly eased the head inside and began to thrust with in her once more. Her spread legs made it easier then before, and he soon achieved a rapid pace. Amy could feel her breasts, heavy with lust, swinging below her. Dropping to her elbows, her nipples began to rub back and forth against the coarse fabric of the mattress, bringing yet another surge of pleasure. Her body angled down allowed Mitch to thrust deeper then he had ever thrust before, the length of his cock rubbing back and forth against her g-spot. While one hand steadied them, he reached beneath her and found her waiting clit. It had been sadly ignored in the new position, and he took immediate steps to rectify the situation. He rubbed his palm against it in a circular motion, never letting up.

Caught between three points, Amy wasn’t so much pushed over the edge as picked up and thrown head over heels. Her climax hit with amazing force, her cunt clamping down around his cock. Her fluids started to squirt as they poured out around his length. Her entire body trembled with its force, a steady vibration that Mitch could feel through his organ.

He lasted only several moments longer. With one final thrust he buried himself deep in her, the swollen tip of his member straining for each inch. He held there, as his cum poured into her waiting body. The sticky fluid coated her for the second time that day, as waves of ecstasy shot through him.

They dropped back to the mattresses once more. Mitch got after several minutes and walked to the door, and then locked it from the inside. He then gathered several of the blankets that were piled together and carried them over to where Amy was laying. He lay down next to and wrapped the blankets around them. He put his arm around her and held her close to him. They fell asleep like that, not waking until the final bell of the day rang.

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That was a very healthy discussion,with some good and effective points,I really appreciate this thread,thanks for all the information.

 

Damn great story mate....

 

great story


Atrain

 

Please continue you story it is great my wife and I love the whole thing. Good plot can't want to see what happens next. Flamebonegm@yahoo.com

 

I just have to point out about Ch. 13, Ohio already has two NFL teams...The Browns and the Bengals.

 

great story so far..........Chapter 30 ???? hope so..........

 

Is this going to be a non-endding story with constant plot changes With more and more characters to keep up with OR is there going to some kind of end.Any time soon.

 

Every guy needs a cheerleader story for his memoir

 

please..please.. please next chapter must know what happens next.

 

Fantastic story, i hope the next part is posted soon

 

You make me hot

 

they ain't nfl teams they stink(minor leagues) hell i'd never admit i played in the nasty or the mistake on the lake.ones like i said a mistake on the lake and the other is the laughing stock of the nfl

 

That just makes it a very old football stadium. Actually, what I know about football could probably be inscribed on the head of a very narrow pin, in 120 font Braille...