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 Continuity note: Yes, those are the same girls from Fulla Famly.  And their
Step-mom.  In case that wasn't clear, because it's not explicitly mentioned
herein.

   Just don't lecture me on The Left-Hand Path.  Chalk it up to an 8yo that
skimmed through it in the library a few times, and was too scared to check
it out, but I personally believe that Dogmatic Satanism is just about as
hypocritical as Traditional Wiccans, or The Anarchist Party trying to
codify what it means, to the point that they can tell you you're doing it
wrong.  That's not Anarchism, it's Statism.

   Like that would-be terrorist that blew his thumbs off reading the
Anarchist's Cookbook instead of learning how to make pipe-bombs the
American way: Watching the Terminator.  In the AC, they tell you that if
you don't have threaded endcaps, you can go ahead, and bang it flat with a
hammer.  Try that, then say "Hi!" to the ghost of Wyle E.  Coyote when you
get your Acme wings.

   Anton, Hutton, and Alistair tapped into a market, made a lot of money,
and told a bunch of disillusioned kids what Satanism means, how magic
works. Just like Paul did when he found a bunch of hippies that believed he
personally met their Messiah, and laughed all the way to the Vatican.  It's
a fucking fantasy.  Let nobody tell you your fantasy is wrong, that your
beliefs are evil.  What you do, and the intention in what you decide to do,
those can be good or bad.  There are no good people.  That's a myth, and
don't trust anyone that tells you that.  "Good people" are human beings, in
denial.

   This form of Satanism is founded on 2 central beliefs: Tell the truth to
the best of your knowledge, and believe whatever you want.  The Satan
aspect is in protest against the Church for lying.  That's the Truth as she
sees it: "They're both lying, at least the devil is honest about that."

   /Soapbox.

   ;

   "Puthy." (Fg Ince Horr)

   I wasn't sure that I heard that right, but then I came back in the
nursery.  I was only away a moment, thank goodness the baby was still
asleep, but I found her.  Reaching through the bars, and touching her.  In
her crib, with her diaper open.

   "Kira!" I didn't want to jump to conclusions, or maybe I just couldn't
face it immediately.  "What are you doing?" She pulled her hands out
through the bars, but just looked up at me.

   "Mommy." That's all she had to say for herself?

   "Where did you learn that?" I fixed Dana's diaper, but she started
crying.

   "Huh?" She just looked up at me.

   "Did you just say pussy?" She's 4, and I know my husband doesn't use
such language around them.

   "Pithy," she bent over, pulling at the front of her shorts, as if to
look between her legs.

   "Yes, come here.  Kira.  Sweety, where did you hear, such a word?"

   "Mommy.  Pway mommy?"

   "Not right now, sweetheart, now can you stop, and think a moment.  Now,
where did you hear the word Pussy?"

   "Bed." She nodded.

   "You heard it in bed?" I covered my mouth.  "Who said it?" Oh my god,
was he molesting her?

   "Naptime." She toddled off to her room.  "Nh!" She had a little trouble,
climbing up on her big girl bead.  We needed the crib, so got her one to
grow into.

   "It's still early for a nap, remember we have lunch first."

   "Pway mommy." She just lay down, and smiled.  At me, she didn't close
her eyes, just stared.

   "Is this a game, you play?"

   "Uh huh.  Mommy."

   "Okay, and who do you play with?" My nerves, I wasn't thinking clearly,
I had just caught my 4 year old touching her baby sister, and saying Pussy.

   "Mama Wooby."

   "Well, I better speak with her." and find someone else, when I need a
sitter again.  "Did she touch you, Kira?"

   "Touch me mommy." I patted her tiny arm.  My hand came back as if she
burned me.  "Hh!" I thought she was.  No, of course not, but when I looked
down, she moved her fingers, and the wet spot spread between her legs. 
"Now kith it."

   ;

   Mama Ruby (Ffg Myst)

   "Hello?" She sounded hysterical, "What is it?"

   "Kira, I caught her playing with Dana."

   "Okay, they are sisters."

   "She said pussy."

   "Well, you mean." I lowered my voice 'sexual play?' Cupped my hand over
the mouthpeice.

   "She took her diaper off, and." She broke down.

   "Oh dear.  You sound pretty broken up over it, but I don't think it
would be appropriate, if she played with my daughters any more."

   "She said she learned it from you!"

   "What?  No, she's lying.  I would never use such language in front of
children.  Even my children.  There must be some mistake."

   She sniffed, and got a hold of herself.  "Well, it's possible she ment
she heard it over there.  What about your husband?"

   "I doubt he would either, but even if he would, he couldn't, because he
wasn't here.  He works, the same shifts as your husband." She knows that,
they carpool.

   "Yes, of course."

   "So, I'll see if I can get to the bottom of this." I promised, and hung
up.  It didn't take me long to come up with a suspect.  The only one here,
that uses that sort of language around the children.  "Robyn?" I knocked,
gently.

   "What is it, mom?"

   "Can we talk a minute?"

   "I'm kind of busy?"

   "Well, it's important, so come out here, and talk."

   "Huh!" She held the door.  "What is it?"

   I sniffed, "Were you smoking in there?"

   "Uh!" she rolled her eyes.

   "Never mind that, come down here, and talk."

   "What is it now, mom?"

   "I just got a call, from mrs Luthor."

   "Who?"

   "You know, Kira, and Dana Luthor?  They come over to play with your
sister sometimes."

   "Oh," she nodded, shook her head.  "So?"

   "So, she said she was using some inappropriate language, she said she
learned it from you."

   "Oh great, now you have your friends."

   "Robyn, this is serious!  She also said she played with her."

   "So?" She rolled her eyes, "I'm sure she plays with her all the time."

   "Sexually?"

   "What?" She blinked, "Well, she is a little young."

   "Wipe that smirk off your face, you know you could be arrested."

   "What?  I can't believe you!  You'd call the cops on me, your own
daughter."

   "Get a hold of yourself!"

   "What the fuck, mom!  You sit here and accuse me of being a child
molester?  Why don't you Calm Down, bitch?"

   "I never called you a." I swallowed, "That."

   "Well, that's what you're insinuating, isn't it?  When you threatened
me?"

   "I didn't threaten you dear.  I warned you that it's serious."

   "Oh, so it's a warning, not a threat." She crossed her arms.

   "Look, Rita was very upset, I have no idea what she would do, but she
accused me, and I'm just trying to find out where she might have heard that
word."

   "What word?" She shook her head.

   "Pussy." She giggled, "It's not funny!"

   "I'm sorry, I just never heard you say it before."

   "Well, it's not the sort of word I use."

   "Well, what do you call it then?"

   "I don't."

   "Huh, you don't want to talk about it, but you came to me.  To my room,
and made me drop everything so we can talk.  Well, I'm here, so let's talk.
I'm not a kid, I know what sex is, and I came outta there, so talk.  If you
don't want me to call it pussy, then what do you call it?"

   "You know, my privates?"

   "Uh!  Yes, that's the general area.  Now, would you prefer to call it
Vagina?"

   I made a face.

   "Well, fine.  I'm going back to my room, so if you need me, you can go
fuck yourself."

   She slammed her door.

   "Mommy."

   "Huh!" She woke her sister up.  "What now."

   "Whats vagina?"

   It never ends.  "Come here, sweetheart." I do feel a little guilty, I
just wanted to protect them, then Robyn went through this phase.  "You
know, between your legs?"

   She nodded, "My pissy."

   "Huh!" I shook my head, "That's called a vagina.  What you said is a
naughty word." I don't have to ask her where she heard it.

   "I like it."

   "What?"

   "Vagina." She giggled.

   "You don't.  Touch yourself, there." She's only 7.

   "No?" She looked away.

   "Josey." I turned her back, "Look at me.  Have you been playing with
yourself?"

   "No, I play with Kira."

   I blinked.  "Yes, I know, dear.  But." Shake my head.  "Are you a
lesbian?"

   "What's a lesbian?"

   "Homosexual.  Do you, think about girls?"

   "Uh huh?"

   "No, I mean.  Do you.  Love girls?"

   "I love Kira."

   "But she's only 4."

   "But I love her, and she loves me."

   "How do you know?"

   "She told me, and she kisses me, and she sleeps with me?"

   I shouldn't have, let them nap together, but I didn't think it would
make them gay?

   "Huh!  Well, she can't come over any more."

   "Oh!  Why not?"

   "Her mother found out, and now she's in big trouble."

   "Nhmih?" She started crying.

   "You must never do that to a little girl.  It's very bad, and gets them
in trouble.  You're probably going to hell now, unless you repent."

   "Mom?"

   I looked up, "What is it, Robyn?"

   "Snh!  She did it to me.  Too."

   "What?"

   "She," she pointed, "She touched me, in my sleep!" She ran off sobbing.

   What did I do wrong?

   ;

   Josey (g-G Lesb Mani Sata.  That's coming of age, Manifesto, Lesbian,
and Satanism.  She's precocious.)

   I don't know why?  I didn't chose it, I didn't even know what gay ment.
It certainly wasn't my sister's potty mouth, but ever since I saw it, as
long as I remember.  I love pussy, or if you prefer, Vagina.  There's just
something about it, I have one.  I knew that, potty trained and what-not,
but that was it.  Just a part of my body, for peeing, and it's a bitch to
wash out in the bath.

   I didn't even play with myself, then Kira and Dana came to play.  Well,
first Kira, for the weekend, her mommy was in the hospital, then next time
she dropped off baby Dana too.  Kira was still in diapers, and Robyn
changed her.  Well, Momma did, then made Robyn do it.

   I don't like Robyn, she's a bitch.

   I loved Kira, though.  I loved her so much, but now she's gone, and I
will never see her again!  It's all my fault, I got her in trouble, and now
she's probably going to burn in hell with me.  I know, it's wrong, but I
fell in love.  As soon as I saw inside her diaper, mom put a clean one on
before we could play, but.  I fell in love, I never seen mine before, but I
started playing with it that day.  Then Robyn didn't want to change her, so
I started playing with her, in her diaper.  Her pussy, and kissing it.  She
tried it on me, but she's not very good at it, she's only 4, but she loves
when I do it, and I love it.  So soft, and silky.  I swear, it's the
smoothest skin ever, and I love to kiss it.  I kissed her too, on the
mouth, and all over.

   Then, I caught Robyn playing with it.  She told me, it was her Pussy,
not a pissy, and she hid the naughty books.  I didn't see them, but I saw
where she hid them, so I looked at them, when she went out.

   I knew what a lesbian was, but she lies to us!  I read about them, and
they had pictures.  My sister isn't a lesbian, she likes boys.  She didn't
like it when I touched her chest, but she's getting tits now.  I want tits,
and I just wanted to feel them.  Then she woke up, and she beat me up.

   That's when I found out it was bad.

   I don't care, I know I'm going to hell, heard all about it.  Well, it's
forever, so I'm not going to burn any longer.  That's what I decided, that
was my lifestyle choice.  If I'm going to burn in hell anyway, I might as
well get all the pussy I can, before that.

   Then I can do hell.  I bet it's worth it.

   I sure am going to miss Kira, though.  She was my first, and you never
forget your first.

   Then we went to church.  It wasn't that day, I don't even think it was
the same week, but she was crying.

   I repented.  Sort of, I said I was sorry, and asked forgiveness for my
sin.  Not like I went on the dick wagon, but if it might get me out of
hell, I tried it.  "Amen."

   Next was Ashley, she was crying.  She looked at a boy, he just smiled,
but she run off, and I found her.  Crying in the bathroom.

   He hurt her, I didn't know the word Rape, but I crawled under, and asked
her, and she cried it out.  I knew he hurt her, in the pussy.  Now, what I
do, what I was about to do was going to send me to hell.  For sin, crimes
against creation.  I was a kid, still believed in Santa Claus.

   Rape?  No, that's fine.

   Girls loving eachother, that's a sin.  Got it.  Not making any excuses,
I'm a child molester, but I didn't know what I was doing when I took
advantage of her.

   "Let me see." She's a girl, nothing wrong with a girl seeing your
privates, "Nothing I haven't seen before."

   I spoke too soon.  "Uh!"

   Sorry, no fuck that.  That, right there, is wrong.  Fuck you god for
letting that ever happen to something so beautiful, and precious.  She was
raw, he bruised her.  Damn him for being so mean, and damn you for letting
it happen.

   "Uh," she pushed my head back, "What are you doing?"

   "Does it feel any better?"

   "A little?"

   I rubbed her legs, "Then, don't worry about it." Right there on the
toilet, in the sunday school girl's room.  That's where I gave up on God.
If heaven doesn't have a lot of pussy, forget it.  No thanks, I'll pass.  I
used it before, maybe not that stall, I don't remember, but probably, the
one on the end.

   I just remembered, the Cherubs.  You can't see between their legs, even
tell if they're little boys or girls, but their legs up.  With their harps,
and their little wings.  Golden light behind their heads, and cute little
bottoms.  That was porn for me.  Childporn, well I guess they're angels,
but they look like babies.  Naked babies, well maybe a little ribbon
flapping off their hips, but the way they hold their legs up, with their
tushies swelled out behind them.  Like the clouds behind that, makes me
think about what's between them.  Do angels have pussies?  I bet they're
the softest silkiest lips ever.  Their faces, turned up, and their mouths
open to sing.  Playing their lyres, the strings pulled open by their
fingers, I'm sure they're singing Halleluia, but it looks like an O.  I can
imagine what they're singing.

   "Ohhhhhhhh!" God, I am so going to hell.  "Ngh!" Her legs clamped on my
shoulders.  "Hhihn!"

   And that's how I had my first orgasm.

   ;

   Hookee

   "Hey, uh." I tried to keep my voice down, "Josey?"

   I ducked back behind the building.  "You know, what you did, earlier."

   "I'm sorry," she grinned, "I know it's sinful."

   "Huh!  Well." Yeah, but.  "It did, you know.  Make me feel better."

   "Well, you got off on it."

   "Yeah, um." I can't believe I'm saying this, "Are you.  You know."

   "A lesbian?" She just nodded.  "Yeah, don't tell nobody."

   "Oh, I won't." I looked around, "How old are you?"

   "Seven?  How old are you?"

   "Twelve."

   "Oh, so you're okay, with it."

   "I feel so much better!" I nodded.  It still feels, so much.  Better. 
"Um," I bit my lip, "You wanna, maybe.  Hang out, after church?"

   "Sure." She nodded, "Let me go talk to my mom."

   I couldn't think about, anything else.  She said "Don't worry about it,"
but I guess it was a distraction.  I thought about that, what she was doing
instead, and.  I forgot about, what happened.  I didn't just feel better,
it was like it never happened.  "Huh!" Then, I felt so much better, it
hurts.  Still, I'm so tender in my underpants I can feel them, but.  "Hhh!"
When she kissed me, down there.  We're not talking about a little booboo
here, and he tried to twist my arm off, but.  "Mh!" Just think about her.

   Not in the bathroom, that was gross, and isn't it gross?  It feels
gross, but maybe in my bed.  At home, I shouldn't, but I do feel, so much
better, and all I have to think about is her, doing that.  To take it all
away, but what if we get caught?  I know my mother wouldn't understand, and
my father'd hit the roof, but.

   "Nihihm!" Okay, my brother would probably be into it, so ironically that
would be the best case, but.  "Hhihn!" God, it feels like love?  So
quickly? I mean, it wasn't just not bad, they say it's bad, but how cum
something so bad felt so good, and something straight hurt so much?  I
didn't like him, and he didn't have to hurt me.

   No, think about her, Josey.  "HhHhH!" She makes it better.  I know, the
joke is kiss it and make it better, but that's a mommy tale.  Like cooties,
or.  Whatever, but that's what she did.  Okay, she licked my clitorus.  She
licked the hell out of it, and she started doing it hard with a cute little
"Uh uh!" grunt, but.  I got off on it, I did.  Just thinking about what she
was doing, and how messed up that is, for a little girl, in a sunday school
restroom.  How romantic, but, that was my first time.

   No, forget about that, That was my first time.  I got off before, I have
fingers, and figured it out, but she did it to make me feel better.  I'm
sure she didn't even know what she was doing, but where is she?  How long
does it take to tell her mom she's coming over to my house this afternoon?

   "Hey," shit, "Um, I'm gonna go hang out with.' What's her name, "Robin
this afternoon."

   "Okay." Dad doesn't mind.

   "Hey, Steve?" My brother, "Come over here.  You know Mitch?"

   "Yeah?" He looked back.

   "I want you to do me a favor." I walked off, "Over here."

   "What?"

   I looked around.  "I want you to get your friends, and fuck him up."

   He looked back in the window.  "Can I ask you why?"

   "Maybe later," here she comes.

   ;

   Robyn

   "Mom?" Dad drove.  "Did you molest me?"

   "What?"

   "What's she talking about?"

   "I haven't the faintest idea.  What do you think you're talking about,
young lady?"

   "I'm not trying to shock you.  Honest, and since Kira's out with
Ashleigh, I thought we should talk."

   "Why would you even think that?"

   "Because I talked to Kira, and she calls it playing mommy."

   "She lies, she's a liar."

   "Yeah, and I'm a fucking potty mouth, you want to get a word in here,
dad?"

   "You better do a lot more explaining."

   "She felt me up," I crossed my arms "in bed."

   "I did not!"

   "Not you, mom.  Josanna.  Then this pussy business happened the other
week, so I asked her about it.  Yeah, she heard me say it, but she
certainly didn't learn to eat it from me."

   "So, obviously you suspect me."

   "No, she said she learned it from you.  That's why it's called playing
Mommy, because it's the game mommys play with their favorite little girl?"

   "Uh!" She looked around.

   "That it?  Uh.  Well, I'm done explaining.  Now it's your turn, but
first tell me you didn't do that to me when I stopped nursing."

   She just sat back.

   "Mom?  Look at me.  Look at me and tell me you didn't do that to me." I
covered my mouth.  She can't!  "You did?" I thought it was just a nitemare,
from the 1 time she felt me up.

   It wasn't.  It wasn't just a nitemare.

   Dad did the right thing, he just pulled over.  "Get out of the car," and
her stuff out of the house before she even got home.

   She did it to Kira too, I bet she did it to Dana, but she can't talk
about it yet.

   No, it was a memory.  That's what she said, there was no name for it. 
The game she played, with her favorite little girl.  She stopped, then
Josanna was born.

   No, you burn in hell.

   {Might as well make the Leitmotif Twisted Sister.  (Or in German,
Grausame Tocter.) Okay, it translates closer to Wicked, but still.}

   ;

   Leigh

   I didn't want to go home, either.  "I have to be back for dinner." She
grinned.

   "Okay," I checked my watch.  "When's that?"

   "Six," she shrugged, and giggled.

   "What?"

   "You want to spoil my dinner?"

   "Haha, you mean."

   "Your pussy."

   "You really like that?"

   "I love it, more than anything."

   "Why, isn't it gross?"

   "No?  I mean, it was.  A little.  You didn't wipe very good."

   "I didn't pee, and it's still really tender."

   "Well, then it's not fresh.  It's not as good when it's not fresh."

   "What?" Pussy?  It can go bad?

   "Pee." That can't go bad, it's already bad.

   Why the body tries to get rid of it, that's not sunday school, that's
science.  Biology.  "You like pee?"

   "Well, I don't swallow it.  But a little, right after she peed."

   "Who?"

   "Oh, Kira.  I don't get to play with her no more." She sniffed.

   "Oh," which one?  Popular name, it doesn't matter.  "I'm sorry, it just
hurts to wipe it."

   "Huh!  It's okay, it washed right out.  Just.  Huh!  It got way better."

   "Yeah?"

   "Yeah, when you got off."

   "Yeah," about that, "Um, I don't think.  I'm homosexual."

   "You're not?"

   "No, huh!  I like boys, I do, but.  He hurt me, so I.  I'm glad, you did
that, and I don't mind, if you want to, but.  You're just a little girl."

   "Okay."

   "What?"

   "I don't care if you are or not.  I just want to kiss your pussy."

   "Yeah?" Well, we did talk about it.  A lot, and I was feeling a little.
Scared, because I thought about him again.  "Huh!" I looked around, "Okay."

   "You're not on your period, are you?"

   "No, is it still a little bloody?"

   "I think I smelled some, but I couldn't taste it."

   "Well, you just got in the top."

   "Oh, well bend over."

   "Okay," she just pulled down my underpants, and got under my skirt. 
Like an old timey camera man.

   "Mh!?" Just don't think about it.  "Hihn!" Think about her, her tongue.
It doesn't hurt, but I'm sure it's gross.  It has to be, it even feels so
gross, but I can forget.  No, I'm not a homosexual, but she is, and she
makes me feel better.

   "Lower?"

   She nodded, and felt around with her tongue.

   "Oh!" I was on my elbows, but I just folded them to lay down on. 
"Ohhhhh!"

   "Mh!  Slp, siph!"

   "Ow!  Nh, no.  That hurts too much.  Just lick it some more."

   "Okay," she kissed it again, and it still hurts a little.  But her
tongue, especially.  That feels so much better, it doesn't make the ache go
away, I'm still so sore, and now she's not licking the scabs.  "Hhn!" That
hurts too, but between that, and the bruise under my pubes.  "Hmhin!" That
feels so much better.  "Hn hn hnhnhn!" So close, I want to say faster, but
I didn't even think it before her little tongue went into high gear. 
"Hihihihnhn!" I shivered.  And giggled, it didn't tickle, at all.  It just
came out.

   No, I'm not gay, but I don't have to be to enjoy this.

   ;

   Josey

   So, Ashley got better.  She didn't want to do it any more.  She's not a
Lesbian, but I'm just glad I got the chance.

   It wasn't the same.  Okay, she has orgasms, and I like that, but she's
right.  It's nasty, at least the blood went away, but when she goes off
like that.  She gets real stinky, and gross.  She's hairy, it growed out
because it hurt to shave too.  I liked her, and I'm glad I made her feel
better, but she's too old.  Hairy, and skinny.  Her pussy is too skinny,
and I can't blame her for it being too rough.  He did it, he did that to
her, but her brother cleaned his clock with his friends when they found out
what he did.

   It just made her, gross, and rough.  I think she was already too skinny,
but I like younger girls.  I decided, they're so precious, and pure.  They
don't get orgasms, and make me stop, and they have the nicest, softest
silky pussy there is.

   So, I made up with Robyn, said I was sorry for feeling her up in bed,
but she got rid of mom, and I don't know how to feel about that.  She
stopped playing piss and kiss, I guess that's a better way to say it, but
you know.  I didn't teach Kira that.  She stopped playing with me, but she
didn't have another baby.  She had Kira come over, and play with us.  Then
Dana too, while Robyn was gone at school.  Then I went to school, and I
just got to see her on weekends.

   So, we had a good cry about that, and I told her about Ashleigh.  She
said "Oh, that's why she was acting so weird."

   "She was sad, he hurt her."

   "He didn't hurt her, he raped her." So, that's how I heard that's what
that is.  It's like sex, but it hurts.  She got a book from the library, it
said "It's not about sex, it's about Control." Then Ashley started coming
over.  It was weird, because she didn't when we did it.  She likes the
woods, but it was more like when mommy quit, but she was still there.  So,
I remember kissing, and pissing, but she didn't.

   She forgot about that, not Ashleigh, mommy.  Ashleigh looked at me
funny, but she thanked me.  She doesn't want to talk about it, it makes her
sad again.

   I thought maybe they were doing it.  Since Robyn is older then her, but
it turns out they were looking at boys.  I don't really care for boys, they
don't have pussy.  They even had toy penises to use, while they looked at
pictures, but they didn't kiss or nothing.  I guess that would be gay, but
it made Robyn happy, or maybe mommy going away did.  I guess they started
that after she left, or maybe I just noticed.  I don't know, I just caught
her playing with herself before that, but she didn't have any boy books, or
toy penis, either.

   So, I had to get another girl, but there's a problem.  There to young,
so there mommas watch them.  All the time, and take them with them.  They
don't want me to, I know that, but there wrong.  They think it's wrong, but
it isn't.  I think hiding it is wrong, that's how men get away with it. 
Daddy hid it.  He kicked mom out, and got a divorce, but he didn't tell
anyone.  I wish I had a little sister, like Kira, she's so lucky.  I got a
big sister instead, but Ashleigh got the worst.  A big brother, that sucks.
You think maybe that's why she's straight?  I don't know, after what that
boy did to her, well I never wanted one to begin with, but she went back to
it.  Boys.  I don't get it.

   I asked my dad about babysitting, but he said that's "Not a good idea."
He didn't want to talk about it, but.  I know what he means, he knows what
I am.  Why I want to babysit, so he didn't let me.

   Ashleigh came back.  To me, she said she doesn't love me, I asked, but.
"I don't know who else to talk to."

   So, we went for a walk.  "Can you keep a secret?"

   "Of course." She knows I can.

   "I'm late."

   "For what?"

   "My period."

   "Oh," I remember that.  Robyn got those.  "Well, maybe you're just a
late bloomer?" She's only 12.

   "No, I got them, but then they just stopped."

   "Oh," I shrugged.

   "Oh, I forget.  That means I'm pregnant."

   "What's that?" I was sheltered.  Yes, I really thought that sex was for
sin.  That's all it was for, the way I was raised, I didn't even know I was
having sex, until I had that talk with mommy.  How I found out she forgot.
She couldn't say Pussy.  She hated that word, she didn't say anything. 
Like kiss my pussy, she just made me kiss it.

   "Are you okay?"

   "Mhm?"

   "You look a little sad."

   "Don't change the subject." I just missed her for a minute there.

   "Huh!  It means I'm going to have a baby."

   "Oh."

   "It's just.  Nhm!" She sat down, and started crying.

   "Oh, what's wrong?"

   So, she told me.  That's how I found out what sex was for.  And her
boyfriend, she started doing him as soon as she found out.  She started
crying, because she stopped getting them.  Periods, after she got raped. 
That's why she never had one the whole time we're playing piss and kiss.

   "Josey?" I just felt her hair.  "I have to piss."

   "I missed you."

   "Huh!  Come on." She got up, so I got behind her.  Pulled down her
pants, and underpants.  She squatted first, so it didn't run down her legs,
and in her pants, but I just closed my eyes.

   "Hhhh!" Listened to it, patter in the dirt.

   "There." She bent over, and she was wet.

   "Mh!" I licked my lips.  "I missed you so much!" Then hers again.

   "Oh!" She relaxed, "Huh!  I missed you too.  Um.  You can do it, harder
now?"

   "Okay."

   "Nh!" She shaved, too.  So, that's okay.  She's right, I can lick her
harder, she just had to get better.  It's not so bad, it's just the bruise,
and the hair that turned me off.  I'm sure, but now I can suck it out.

   "Sph, slph!"

   All the pee was gone anyway, but I couldn't do that, before.

   "Lisip slph!  Slph lsp lsp lplplplpl!"

   "Auhuhuhuhn!  Nyeah, just like that." It's hard, licking it out to catch
in my lips, up side down like that.

   "Uh!" I turned over, lay back on her legs.  "Sit on my.  Mh!" Nodded. 
Felt up for her lips with my nose, and brushed it.

   "Nah!" It was quiet.  And dark, nothing but the pussy in my face, and
the smell.  I like her shaved, yeah.  I can feel that with my nose, and
lick her open to feel for it with my lips.

   "Lsph!"

   "Huh!" She humped out, so I had to hug her butt.  She's too big to just
pick up.  Hold over my mouth like a potty, and she already peed, but if I
hold her still, I can suck it out.  Right out of the skin, and feel it
between my lips.  Sucked together, as tight as I can to really dig in
there, and suck her out.  "Sph?" She pulled out anyway.

   "Hahn, Yeah!" Her hand pushed her skirt up, then pulled it out of the
way.  So she could rub in there, but it covered her up.

   "Huh!" I just waited.

   "Ahfuh!" She shook.  At least it happened quick.  So, she could sit back
down, and I could feel it.  Inside, as deep as I can make my tongue go, but
I couldn't feel it.  Any of it, the scab was gone, and there wasn't even a
scar I could find.

   Then, it finally came out.

   "Luh!" I think I like it better then pee now.  It's not a lot, but
shaking up like that, I can taste it in her big hole, and I didn't really
miss it until we stopped going for walks after church.

   "Huh!" She fell over, and just panted, but I just sat up.  "Snhhhhhhh!"
Took a deep breath of it.  All over my face, and rubbed it around in my
mouth.  "Huhhhhhhhh!" Yeah.  "Snhhhhhhh!" That's the stuff.  "Huh, pussy."

   I don't want to, wish any harm on her.  I'm practically a Satanist, and
Anton laVey says that can actually curse someone.

   But, I can't help but realize that's what makes her horny.  When
something bad happens, and she doesn't know what to do.  That's when she
comes back to me, to feel better.  I just don't want to curse her, just so
I can get sex.  I didn't, I didn't wish that on her, it happened before she
ever even really met me, and that's what made her pregnant.

   But don't hurt her, just so I can have sex.  I don't need it that bad,
hurt me instead.  I can handle it, she's still a little hurt inside from
the rape.  She's suffered enough, hurt me instead, Satan.

   "Amen."

   "So, I wish my boyfriend could do it like that."

   "How romantic," I rolled my eyes.

   "Huh!  I don't know what he's doing wrong, how did you get so good at
it?"

   "I don't know, because I like it?"

   "Well," she shrugged, "I guess he doesn't like it."

   "Well, make him, or break up with him."

   "You can't make someone like something like that."

   "Yeah" I can.  I did.  "Huh!  Okay, I'll have to talk to him about it."
She's my friend, I want her to be happy.  And a girl, she's too old, and
straight.  "What about you, and Robyn?"

   "Oh, we're just friends."

   "Hah, yeah." I was just friends with Kira, too.

   ;

   Babs

   "What do you want?"

   "I don't know, you looked bored, moping over here all by yourself.  I'm
Babs." She looked at it.  "It's a hand, you shake it."

   "You're left handed."

   "Oh, sorry." I switched, "Forgot."

   "I don't shake left hands."

   "Why not?"

   "It's sacred."

   "Oh, I thought it was unlucky." What I always heard, but I haven't had
any bad luck.  Yet, I reached out, and knocked on the tree.

   "Well, that myth arose from Christians."

   "So, you're not christian."

   "No, Satanist."

   "Oh," I sat down, "Cool."

   "You don't mind?"

   I shrugged, "Well, I heard you're a lesbian."

   "Who told you that?"

   "Everyone says that."

   "Thought it was witch this week." Everyone talks about her.

   "No, that was last week, but you don't mind me saying, you're not goth,
at all."

   "No, just a satanist."

   "And Metal?" I pointed out her Alice Cooper Teeshirt.

   "Well, that's kind of another christian myth.  When actually we get into
Metal because it's Satanic, metal doesn't make us Satanists." she rolled
her eyes, "Huh!  They think because they have God on there side, that means
they know everything, but it doesn't work like that.  Logic, it doesn't
work backwards that way, God knows everything, and He's on my side, so I
know all about sex, and that qualifies me to talk about it in sunday
school."

   "So, are you?"

   "A lesbian?  Huh!  I don't know, I'm 8.  Can't really say an 8 year old
can be a lesbian, but.  Yeah." She grinned, "I like pussy." She raised her
eyebrows, grinning.  "Why, you?"

   "I don't know." Uhm.  Okay, "Yeah, I never tried it."

   "Well, that doesn't make you gay.  Nothing does, it's just good.  Not
people, things, sex is good.  Anyone who says different is lying to you. 
And yeah.  Sorry, I am totally a lesbian.  I didn't mean to lie to you, and
I'm sorry."

   "That's okay," I looked around.

   "No, it's not.  I don't lie to people I like."

   "You like me?"

   "Yeah, you're pretty cool.  You have any cigarettes?"

   "You smoke?"

   "No, I just like to play with them."

   "Seriously?"

   "Yeah, I'll probably start smoking when I'm older."

   "You sure talk about sex a lot."

   "No, I didn't."

   "Well, so I heard."

   "What's a lot?  Everyone talks about sex, everyone I know.  I don't,
actually.  Not so much, but whenever someone gets it wrong, I tell them. 
That's all."

   "Well, how cum you know so much about it?"

   "I don't really.  I mean, I just figured out a few myths.  f 1," she
counted on her finger, "There's nothing wrong with it.  God gave us sex, it
didn't come from the devil, the birds and the bees do it, it's a fucking
gift from God.  Those people, in the church, they're the ones that turn
away from god, if they think that sex is anything but holy."

   "So, you hate christians."

   "No, well, I'm a Satanist, but I don't hate People.  Stuff they do,
lying about sex, yeah I hate that."

   "So, you want to go steady?"

   "Woah, okay." She pumped her hand, "Let's hang out a while, then start
talking wedding plans.  You want to have sex?"

   "You want to have sex, but not go steady?"

   "Yeah, sex is just sex.  Love, that can take a while, and I've had my
heart broken.  Go easy on that stuff."

   "What?"

   "Love, romance, dating, all that stuff.  Huh!  All that's in the way,
stuff they put in the way so you can't have sex."

   "So, you want to have sex?"

   "With you?" She scooted closer.  "Sure."

   ;

   Josanna

   Okay, that's the right way to do it.  She asked, sure she was nervous,
but she made sure that's exactly what I wanted, and even went through the
whole talk to clear up any misunderstanding.

   Then she went right for my legs.  Kissed me too, but girls need a little
foreplay.  I'd get my chance, to taste her, kiss her where it counts, and
find out how to get her off, but she wants to do this.  To me, all right
I'm used to doing it.  All the work, and it's worth it, but being seduced.

   Yeah, all right.  That's different, I knew I'd get what I want, I just
had to wait for it.

   Not a great kisser, felt my legs alot.

   "Mh, let me suck your tongue."

   What can I say, I'm oral.  I read Freud, read Jesus too, doesn't mean I
believe him.  God?  Okay, faith is still a touchy thing for me, do I want
to risk it?  That Satan's real, and I'm actually going to hell?  No, better
make Him happy too, as long as I'm here I might as well do His work. 
Heaven sounds like hell to me, if I think back it always did, "Huh!" I
can't stand it any more, "Get up." I undid her pants first.  "Huh!" First
girl I ever saw wear boxer shorts, as underwear.  I shrugged, care more
about whats inside them.

   "Snhhhh!  Hammmmm!" I missed you!  "Just spread your legs," I got down,
"A little more.  there." I scooched my shoulders into the hammoc of her
pants, "Come here." Skirts are all right, but if they have pants?  This is
the best way to do it.  "Hmmmlahl!" All that talking, and feeling my legs
payed off!  "Nh!" She touched me!  "Hihihihihm!" She really likes my legs,
I had to skooch a little when she leaned down, but, I found it again. 
Upside down, so I can't suck her clit, but I can dig down, and feel it.

   "Hoh!"

   "Mlawlm!" She toughed me again.  "UphBP!" It flattered a little, but I
got my mouth in there.  My whole mouth, so I could hold my lips over my
teeth, but still stick my tongue out.  Or in, wiggling as deep as it'll go,
and really get a good taste.

   "Oh!"

   That's what a hymen feels like.

   Huh!  I remember.  The first time, I tasted Kira.  "Snh!" It's still a
little tender.  The first time I tasted blood, she did it to Dana too. 
"Snh!" I don't remember when she did me, or what it felt like.  When I had
one.

   Good christian mother.

   "Smq, slph, saph!" Forget her, I have plenty of time to feel sorry for
myself.  Get over it, try to enjoy yourself.

   But that's what a hymen feels like.

   Good.

   "Nh!" I slipped my hand under her's.  Had to show her.  "Mhm! 
Slaphpuh!"

   Left handed, good.  I don't want her right hand on me.  Ever.  She spit
on me, and felt it again.

   I just nodded.  She can touch me all she wants, as long as she lets me
kiss her pussy.

   "Stop," She sat up.  "I think I have to pee."

   "Okay," I started getting up, "Let me turn around."

   ;

   Babs

   "YeahAHH!" That's about the best I could do, under the circumstances. 
Ashleigh was right, she really knows what she's doing.  "Hihn!" I fell
down, on my hands, and just tried to breath.

   "Siph!" She wiped her mouth, pulled her shirt down.  Hard to believe,
she's so young, but you can't argue with results.  That's how a lesbian has
sex.  Boys?  Keep them.

   "Hhhhuh!"

   "Let me up."

   "Oh, sorry." She just breathed in through her nose.  "Um, what's with
the pee?" Ash couldn't explain that part.

   "Oh, that just washes it out." She shrugged, "Huh!  You're gonna taste
pee, anyway.  It tastes better when it's fresh."

   "Oh," shake my head.  "Makes sense."

   "You know Ashleigh."

   "Yes, of course."

   "Yeah, I saw you two together, is that who outed me?"

   "I'm sorry?"

   "Told everyone I'm a lesbian?"

   "Well, she didn't say that, exactly."

   "What did she say?"

   "Um, well." I blushed, "Huh!  She caught me."

   "Playing with yourself?'

   "Well, no." But I felt like it.  "Looking."

   "At little girls."

   "How do you know all this stuff?"

   "I was molested before?  I can even remember, you're not a lesbian."

   "I'm not a child molester!"

   "How old are you?"

   "Fourteen?"

   "You have a car, you had a car last year."

   "Okay, 15."

   "Right, and only a child molester tells a little girl she's younger. 
Okay, maybe men, when you're like 28.  You're not 28."

   "Okay, well.  I never did it before."

   "No, but you looked."

   "Yeah." I did.

   "Well, now you did it.  So, ipso facto.  Congratulations, you're a child
molester."

   "What's that ipso facto thing?"

   "It means cause and effect.  You're a molester, because you just
molested me.  You weren't before, I believe you, but first let me tell you
something.  This is very important, so pay attention to me."

   "All right?"

   "Don't lie to me.  That last one, wasn't really a lie, you just didn't
realize it.  Chalk it up to sex."

   "Oh, that was wonderful!"

   "Thanks, I love it too, but the age thing.  You lied, you didn't even
think about it, but don't do that to me.  Ever, I hate it.  I like you, a
lot, you're beautiful, and you go after what you want.  I love that, but
don't ever lie to me.  That's it.  Shake on it?"

   "Okay, I'm actually sixteen." Wait, "I thought you didn't shake left
hands."

   "I don't do it casually.  This is an oath, now I'm going to hold you to
it." She held up my hand, closed her eyes, and slowly smelled my fingers.
'snhhhhhhh!  Huhhhhh!"

   "Is that part of the oath?"

   "No, you know how to kiss a lesbian?"

   "No?"

   "Then lay down, so I can show you."

   ;

   {Took me a while to find the Leitmotif.  Knew the songwriter,
foreshadowed him with Cherubim singing that one song from Shrek.  Leonard
Cohen - You want it Darker?..}

   Hineni

   So, we went out to the Rock.  Star rock, the kids call it for the red
Pentacle spray painted on it.  The local Satanists, or in other words, a
kegger.

   "Hah!" one pointed, and ran.  To get the big guy.  Kicking it on top of
the rock, he didn't climb down, but at least he killed his beer, and broke
it.  Stood up.

   "Heard about you.  Little witch.  Here to horn in on my gang?"

   That's what he said, he called it.  I'm not one to talk down someone's
beliefs.  That's not my way, but you have to believe something to have that
respect.  This was a gang of juvenile delinquents, a Vandalization ring.

   "Help me up." He didn't even bend down.  "Hey, you.  Help me up on the
rock.  You too." A couple guys, talked to them, forgot their names.  "Thank
you." I straightened up, spread my hands.

   "HINENI!" ~Moses.

   "What do you think you're doing?"

   "Nothing, you want your rock back?  Help me down."

   "What was that, a blessing?"

   "A declaration."

   "Of what?"

   "Presence.  I'm here."

   "Why?"

   "Because I'm sick of being the only Satanist in town."

   "We're Satanists, too."

   "Okay.  What do you believe?"

   "What?"

   "Satanism is a faith.  What are your beliefs?"

   "Satan is lord!"

   "Yeah!  Hail Satan!"

   "Yeah, he throws great parties." Look up at the now unoccupied rock.

   "What do you think you're doing?"

   "Fellowship." I jerked my arm out, "Unhand me.  Man!" I turned around,
"Is this your teaching?  You just put your hand on a woman?"

   "You're just a little girl, playing witch."

   "And you're just a man still playing with school kids.  How old are
you?"

   "None of your business, bitch!"

   "Is it their business?  Hey guys, is that why you got into Satanism?  To
follow him?  So, how's he doing so far, you feel closer to Satan?  Here,
hand me a beer."

   "What?"

   "Come on, get me drunk.  So, I can feel closer to Satan too.  When's the
orgy?  Come on guys, you let him grab me, threaten me, right in front of
you, but you don't want to get me liquered up first?  Where's the Orgy? 
What kind of fucking Satanists are you, if you don't at least get an orgy?
Where's your girlfriends, they couldn't make it?  Look." I pointed, "Look
at your leader.  There he is, there's your Master.  You're selling your
souls for fucking beer!  The the right to go out, and break shit, for
Satan." I clapped, "Wo, hoo!  Satan, yeah!  Well, sorry guys.  Looks like I
came to the wrong place.  I was looking for Satanists, Not a fucking
tailgate party.  I'll check the football game."

   "Well, what do you believe?"

   "Give me a beer."

   "All right?"

   "Well, it'll take a while, but I can boil it down to the first
principles."

   I held up 1 finger.  "Don't lie to yourself.  Don't lie to anyone you
respect.  Lie to them, we are the enemy, but we cannot win.  We can never
win if we lie to each other.  You know why the Church is winning?  They
agreed on a lie.  They all believe it, and they have a book." I pulled out
the New testament out of my back pocket "To wave in your face."

   Right handed, I pitched it on the fire.

   "Two." I stuck out my pinky.  My left one, "Believe what you will. 
That, is just bullshit, the lie.  This." I pointed to my head, "Is sacred.
But to do that, you have to believe in something.  You have to Think, about
what you believe." I bent down, picked up my bear, and tasted it.  "Krlkh!
Huh!" Shook my head.  "Or, follow Fear." I threw the bottle on the fire. 
Eventually, an avalanche of breaking glass put it out.

   ;

   {..."We kill the Flame."}

   ;

   Baph (FO Exhib)

   Baby.  Yeah "Where's Buster?" Hahahaha!  I'd rather people think I'm
named after a fucking pink bunny than the truth.  I'm named after the girl
from Dirty Dancing.  "Nobody puts Baby in a corner."

   That's why i love her.  She pulled me out of the corner.  Not really all
that bad a movie, I even like Patrick Swazey, he's graceful.  Even in
Roadhouse you never forget that he's a dancer.  I never left, I was born
there, in the corner.  She took me out, and never called me Baby.

   Nobody calls me Baby.

   It didn't put out the fire, but the big cloud of steam rising over the
embers was a sign.  I pulled the switch, and turned on the headlights.

   Some guy came out pissed, slammed his tailgate, and the cooler.  Drove
off, can't win them all.

   "All right girls, come on out."

   The other 3 doors slammed, so I killed the lights, and closed mine. 
Sweet 16.  Thanks, mom.

   She pulled off her bag, sat down at the bottom of the rock, and started
drilling.

   "Here you go." I handed over a shovel.

   "Here, you look strong." Ash handed over another, "You too.  We're going
to need a hole, right over there.

   "It's dark."

   "I'm working on it." I sat down, took the drill from her hands.

   "First, we're going to shew you the first spell."

   "That's not magic."

   "You a boyscout?"

   "So?"

   "So, you know how it works.  Huh!  You any good at it?"

   "Yeah, I can start a fire."

   "Good.  Now, show them.  Not right now, we got this, but the first man
who figured it out.  He was the first magus.  They didn't have a word, yet.
Just "Uh!" How's that pit coming along?"

   "Uh, huh!"

   "See?  Everyone knows what that means.  Uh!"

   "Ash," I caught my breath, but kept drilling until she got down to take
over.

   "Now, we have fire." I shook out my hands, popped my knuckles.

   "That was his.  The old covenant, fear for beer.  Is that the pact you
made with him?  What else did he offer besides Fear, and Beer?  Did he get
you laid?  Respect?  Power?  Shew you how to break stuff, draw a circle,
and a star?"

   "Ah!"

   "Hang on a second." She got down, started blowing.

   I watched Ash, step back behind the still steaming pile of embers, wet
charcoal, and broken glass.

   I stepped back to the shadows, out of the light, and watched her.  Get
undressed, while I did.  She's younger, skinnier, I think she's up to an A
on each side but nice puffy peach colored nipples, and long lean legs. 
Shaved, all the way up to her eyelashes.

   Some boys like boobs.  Okay, I bent down, stepped out of my jeans skirt.

   Pwh!  It flickered up, and she held it.  Out a moment, we walked back in
to step in beside her.

   "What do you believe?" We both held up our pinkies, she was busy
stacking on sticks, and stuff.  Turned around, to put it in the new fire
pit.

   Ash finished for me, "Answer that, and you can belong."

   "I need more wood." She turned around.  "Don't just stand there with
your dicks in your hands, go get more wood before this goes out."

   "You want to see us?"

   Naked.

   They went looking for wood.

   "Boys."

   "Yeah."

   They sure love Satanism.

   "So, how the hell did you do that?" Without getting gangraped, you know
why there weren't any girls there, before we showed up?  Yeah.

   "Fear.  That's all they knew.  I didn't bring any."

   I swear, she's a fucking wizard.

   ;

   Profero {Mff Bond Virg}

   "I believe you."

   "Why?"

   "About the fire?"

   "Holup," She turned to the guys.  "Looks like we have a Believer!  Just
drop the wood right there, fellas.  Now, we're not looking for Followers,
we're looking for believers.  If you believe it without understanding it,
then that's faith.  Do you understand?"

   "Yeah," I thought about it, "Uh.  Of course, she wasn't there." While I
was gathering wood.  "No offense, but that's not how she knows these
things, right?"

   "If you say so."

   "Okay, but the cavemen didn't have fire.  Then, they did.  You saw how
much work it was to get it going with friction?  Yeah, all right well
before we did it with lighter fluid, and matches.  The caveman had to
figure it out.  Can you hand me that drill, and board?  Thanks.  Look at
this, you were in scouts.  And you, you remember this?  The rest of you
guys don't know what this is, but look at this board.  See the notches? 
Now, look at this one, see how it's scorched?  Friction didn't just light
it, it grinds off the wood, in a powder to catch the ember, and burn.  So
you can get it on the tinder, then you can blow on it to get a flame."

   "Yeah, we learned all that in scouts."

   "The caveman didn't.  Do you understand it better now?  Then do it."

   "We have a fire."

   "No." I pointed, "They do.  Are you going to bust in and take her fire?
Do you know how to make it?  No, you don't.  She does.  Mitch didn't know
how to do this, he used a gas-can and a box of matches.  The first man that
figured this out, was a fucking genius.  His tribe had fire, and you know
what?  They were his tribe, because he brought them fire."

   "So, she gets to order us around, because she started a fire?"

   "No, she gets to teach us, because she opened our eyes.  Mitch was using
us.  Don't you get it?  Fear for beer?  Yeah, Satan!  Wohoo!  You know
Satan?  You really feel evil and some shit?  No, she did a magic trick. 
She made girls appear, and chased off the fucking.  Bigfoot that was
scaring off all the women."

   "Serial rapist."

   "What?"

   "Mitch.  The serial rapist.  That's why you guys didn't have
girlfriends. Why I never went out with any of you."

   "How old are you?"

   "How old are you?  Look, she's 9.  Nine years old.  Your fearless
leader, who just got scared off by a little girl, raped me when I was 12.
That's why you listen to Me.  That's why you listen to Her.  Because we
know girls.  You couldn't find one with your hands glued to her ass because
you've been too busy following a serial rapist who didn't want you to get
layed.  Any of you.  Ever.  That's how he got rid of the competition."

   "Oh."

   "You a virgin?" She felt up my arms.  Stark naked, and if not the best
tits in town, definitely in the running.

   "No?"

   She smiled, "You sure?" I felt her behind me.  Lee, I think.  Never
really payed much attention to her, nobody did, then she seemed to come
from out of nowhere.

   "What?" Tying my wrists, behind my back.

   "Who you been with, Mitch?"

   "He's not gay."

   "No, he's a malignant narcissist.  So, who were you with, was she
conscious, or passed out drunk?"

   "No?"

   "That wasn't a yes, or no question, what are you afraid of?"

   "Not yo." I want her, I've, well not always, but quite a while.  "I'm
not afraid." Baby, grew up.

   "Then what's her name?  The truth, either you embrace it, or you're
afraid of it.  Say her name."

   "Hnnn." She's right.  "Gary."

   "Fag."

   "You.  Come here."

   "What?"

   "You ever seen two girls fuck?"

   "What?"

   "That's not an answer, is that gay?"

   "Well, yeah.  But."

   "So, you are going to tell me, a Lesbian, about homosexuality."

   "I, what?"

   'on your knees.' She whispered in my ear.  I just nodded.

   "We fear what we don't understand.  Do you understand gays?"

   "I'm not afraid."

   "No?  You will be."

   I just felt, the rubber.

   "I'm bisexual." I'm not afraid.  "I, I got drunk.  And Gary, you know
Gary?  We sucked each other off."

   "That doesn't count!"

   "You.  Come here."

   "No."

   "Because you're afraid."

   "Nh!" My eyes flew open.  "Huh!" I felt her, gasp.  "ngh!" She
swallowed, nodded.

   "No'm not!"

   "Then why don't you tell me.  What you believe about virginity.  Since
you've given it so much thought."

   She let me go.  "Ngh!" Stood up.

   Did anyone just see that?  I just had sex, right in front of them, and
she stole the show.

   "There." She touched my forehead.  "Smq!" Sucked blood off her fingers.
"Now you're not a virgin, either."

   ;

   Robyn (fM NS, Murd)

   "Huh!" men, so predictable.  He went in for a 5th.  Gas station at the
bottom of the hill.  Last stop to forget.  I take it that means it went
well down at the circle.

   Came out packing some cigarettes.  "Hey man, you got a light?"

   "You a whore?"

   I laughed, "Why, you got any money left?" I zipped down my red
sweatshirt.  Already had my hood off.  "You don't remember me.  Heading up
to lookout point?"

   "Yeah."

   "Alone?"

   "Depends on if you'd charge me."

   "You really," I grinned like a jackolantern, "Don't remember me.  Couple
years ago, Halloween party?"

   "04?" That would be a couple years, he tried to think.  "Uh, I was
pretty stoned."

   "Yeah, me too." Before the Special K kicked in.  "You probably remember
my girlfriend better." I was wearing a mask.  "Try not to kill us both. 
Think you can get it up.  Drunk?" With me sober.

   "Yeah, I'll show you." He grinned back.

   "Not if you drive us off the road.  Let's get there in one piece, then
we'll see about getting you one."

   "Slut."

   Guess again.

   "Huh!  In a charming mood tonight."

   "Yeah, well you came onto me.  You want to walk back?"

   "Not without some satisfaction.  Got any beers left?"

   "Yeah, in back."

   "Nice view."

   "Yeah.  I like it." I went around to the cooler, he left the headlights
on.  Rolled down the window.  "Chris?"

   "Nope, which Chris?  Christine Cavannagh, or you think I look more like
Christina Lowell?"

   "Uh."

   "Want one?" Shouldn't have rolled down the window.

   KNK!

   "Uh!" he fell over, so I opened the door, switched hands.

   KNK, KNK KNK!

   The sweet stink of alcohol on her breath, coming in our room at night.
Her moans of pain, and the flood of synthetic wellbeing washing over my
head like a hit of Ketamine laced with a joint of cebaceous indica.  The cy
stab of his fingers, forcing into me.  he didn't have to drug me, rape me,
he did it because he could.  I would have let him seduce me, willingly, he
put on a great show.  That wasn't his plan, though.

   "Huh, huh, huh!" I sat up, fell off the seat, and just landed on my ass,
beside the car door.  "Hhuh!" Wiped the blood off my face.  "Hhhhhh!" Now I
need to find a stick, to hold the brake down with, with the gas floored by
his leg.  So it revs, and rolls down the hill, with his body, and the
murder weapon in it.

   "HhHhH!" At least it wasn't a cold night.  Some time before someone else
drives up.  Friday night, I can still see the school lit up.  The game
isn't over yet, but.  I better find that stick first.

   "Huh!" I got on my feet.
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