Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 ï>¿Ghost of a Chance byCaptainKirkÂ(C)

   Tom slammed the shovel into the ground, loosening up more dirt and
widening the hole for the new fence post.  It felt like he was digging his
own grave.  He had felt this way for years but when Helen left, that was
the final nail in the coffin.

   All his life, Tom was the center of ridicule and was bullied and dumped
on by his peers.  Growing up a skinny, sickly looking kid, his tormentors
wasted no time in zeroing in on him.  In high school, the best four years
of his life turned into four of the worst.  No guy would befriend him, no
girl would even give him a second glance (or a first, for that matter),
much less date him.  By the time he had grown out of his awkward
appearance, high school was over.

   He had to work his way through college; two jobs, and even that didn't
help much.  The only thing it did was to put some weight and muscle on his
frame.  The construction jobs transformed him from a skinny kid into the 5'
11", 190 lbs.  husky man he was now.  His skin, once acne covered, was
smooth and chiseled and his flat oily hair was now a soft, well groomed
thatch of auburn.

   He was considered a 'late bloomer' in school, much to the delight of his
tormentors in the boy's locker room.  That had definitely changed around
his senior year, but even the rumors that floated around about his
'package' did nothing for his confidence.  All the girls wanted him for was
his thick, eight and a half inch cock, and nothing more.

   Despite his good looking appearance, Tom still didn't have any luck with
women because of the low self esteem he had in high school, and had carried
on into college.  The degree he struggled to get didn't help, either; there
just weren't any jobs where he and his family lived.

   Tom decided to move away the first chance he got, not that his parents
would really care much.  They always doted on his older brother and sister,
praising them for their accomplishments, but he received none of it.  They
kept telling him that he was useless and wouldn't amount to anything, much
less reach the level of his darling siblings.  After a while, his mother
took a cocktail waitress job and became an almost full blown alcoholic
after his bullying father left her and ran off with some young brunette.

   Tom got his chance when he tried to contact him a year later to tell him
that his mother drank herself to death, but found out that his old man and
his slut girlfriend were also dead; killed in a car wreck, both of them
drunk and hopped up on drugs.

   Being wrapped up in their own selfish lives, Tom's siblings wanted
nothing to do with their dead parents or the estate they left behind, not
that there was much of one.  So, being the only beneficiary, Tom sold off
the estate and moved on.

   With what money he had, Tom managed to buy a house on the outskirts of a
city growing and coming into its own.  The country house was nice but
needed repair, and Tom figured that once he got a good job, he could fix it
up.

   Finally, he thought, things are starting to look up.

   No such luck.  He did manage to find a good paying job using his
Engineering degree, but always felt that the hammer would fall on him any
second.  It fell the day the new boss walked into the building.  The guy
was one of Tom's fellow school mates, one of many tormentors, and he wasted
no time in starting up his old bullying routine.

   Lacking the confidence that should have come his way during his
adolescence, Tom couldn't muster any kind of defense against his new boss
and the ridicule he spewed on a daily basis.  And, not wanting to
jeopardize his position, didn't try.

   The only bright spot was Helen, a woman he met at a party.  They hit it
off fairly well and dated for a year or so before he finally got up the
nerve to ask her to marry him.  She said 'yes' and his confidence was
finally starting to spring to life.  He planned on telling off his boss,
warning him that if he didn't back off he would have the company's board
members fire him for harassment.

   Tom never got the chance.

   It turned out that his old high school 'chum' was a thief.  He had made
off with the company's money, leaving the board members and employees
holding the bag.  As news leaked out about the investigation, contract
offers dried up and disappeared until the company was forced into
bankruptcy.  All of the employees' jobs were terminated, including Tom's.

   When Helen found out, that's when he discovered who and what she really
was: a gold digger.  Once she found out that his great pay was no longer
heading his way, she immediately dumped him and took off.  Not that he was
sorry to see her go, of course; at the very least, she didn't get her hands
on the money he had saved up.  A mixed blessing though, for he honestly
thought she loved him but she turned out to be like all the rest: using and
abusing him for her own purposes and delight.

   Now, here he was: a 28 year old shell of a man that should have had his
turn in the sun but didn't, financially stable (for now) but unemployed,
handsome and ready to give and receive love and was now alone.  He was
right back where he started.

   "It's not fair," he grumbled, slamming the shovel into the dirt, "Why is
this happening to me?  I didn't do anything wrong, but I'm the one that got
shit on." He shouted to the sky, "When is it going to be my turn?  When am
I going to get a chance?" and speared the ground with the shovel... 
producing a clanking noise.

   Frowning, he groused, "Now what the Hell did I hit?"

   Tom tested the area where the blade made contact, and produced another
clank, then another.  Something was definitely down there, and it wasn't a
rock.

   Digging around wide, Tom pried up more and more dirt until the object he
hit was revealed: it was a box.  About the size of a thick paperback book,
the metal box looked old with an equally looking old small padlock clamped
to the front.

   What the Hell is this, he thought.  A time capsule?  Somebody's old
safety deposit box?  With my luck, it's probably some young girl's old
jewelry case filled with fake earrings or something.

   Giving up on digging a new hole for his fence post for the day, Tom took
the box to his garage workshop.  He examined his newfound treasure on the
way wondering, if it wasn't that important, why bother burying it?  He
decided that there must be something of import inside it, and proceeded to
work on opening the lock.

   Giving up on most of the tools he was using, for he was getting nowhere
with them fast, Tom did the only thing left that would surely work.  Giving
it a firm grip, he swung his trusty roofing hammer down on the lock and,
with a loud crack, broke it free.  Feeling the rush of 'jackpot', Tom
pitched the broken lock and carefully opened the box.

   He found a piece of old paper lying in it, and that was all.

   I knew it was too good to be true, he thought.  Nothing but somebody's
old love letter or...

   He didn't finish his thought, for when he picked up the paper, something
fell out from the folds.  Two 'somethings' made of metal, for they hit the
bottom of the box with a pair of pings.

   They were a pair of rings; ordinary gold bands with some type of
inscription inside.

   "Who would bury rings?" Tom said, to himself of course.

   Then he realized that the answer was in his hand: the paper.  Carefully
opening it up, he read what was written for it was indeed a letter...

   '...My name isn't important.'

   'I am the last recipient of these rings.  I found them years ago while
planting my crops, in a box similar to the one you have just opened.  Along
with the rings was a note like this one, and I have copied the instructions
for you on how to use them.  These instructions were copied by the previous
owner, and the owner before him.  No one knows where the rings came from or
when they were made...'

   "'Use the rings'," Tom muttered, "Use them for what?"

   He picked up one of them and saw that, to him, it was just a plain
ordinary ring.  He read on...

   '...The inscription inside the rings is possibly ancient Latin; I'm not
sure, nor were any other of the previous owners.  All we, and I, were sure
of was that these rings have an unusual ability.'

   'All you have to do is say the inscription aloud, place one of the rings
on your finger, and no one will be able to see you.  The rings render the
wearers invisible.  I know it...'

   "What?" Tom said, incredulously, "Is this guy for real?  Wonder what the
Hell he was drinking when he wrote this."

   Curious, he kept reading...

   '...I know it sounds ridiculous but I swear on my life, it's the truth.
Folks can still hear you, they can even touch you, but they can't see you.
Anything you pick up and hold onto will turn invisible with you, and it
will reappear when you let go of it.  You can't make everything invisible,
though; only things about the same size as you, maybe a little bigger.  You
will become visible again when you remove the rings.  Remember: you have to
recite the inscription each time you put a ring on or it won't work.'

   'I accomplished many things with these rings.  Some things were for
myself, my missus, and my young ones.  Other things were to help others in
need.  Imagine what you could do with this power.'

   'I can only hope that you are a person with good intentions, for that's
the only thing we used the rings for, me and my wife.  That isn't to say we
didn't have our fun with them, but we never stole anything with them, nor
did we harm anyone...  well, those that didn't deserve it, that is.  I
stopped a gang of bank robbers with mine once; almost got cut in half by a
Tommy gun...'

   "'Tommy gun'?"

   '...I was told by the previous note to seal the rings, along with the
instructions, in a box and bury it when I was finished with them.  Having
achieved all I have after forty-odd years, it's time for another to use
them.  All I, and the others, ask of you is to do the same when the time
comes.'

   'Remember: use this gift wisely, use it for good purposes, and, if you
can, use it to help folks.  The Almighty will reward you for it.'

   'God bless, and good luck...'

   Tom's eyes widened a bit when he saw what was written at the bottom of
the paper...

   ...September 6, 1938...

   1938?

   That explained the 'missus', 'young ones', and the 'Tommy gun'
references; the previous owner had the rings since the late 1800's, right
at the turn of the century, and all the way through the Great Depression.
It also meant that the box had been in the ground for over seventy years.

   "Well," Tom huffed, "A couple of old rings might be worth something. 
Heh, invisible..." He just shook his head and when inside the house to get
something cold to drink, the box and its contents under his arm.

   Sitting at the kitchen table with a beer, Tom removed the bigger ring
and examined it again.  It didn't look like anything special; just a gold
ring.

   "The guy was probably drinking too much of his moonshine or something,"
he chuckled.  "All right old man; I'll humor you.  You went to all the
trouble, so why not.  Besides, what have I got to lose?"

   Peering into the inside edge of the ring, it took him three tries to
pronounce the words etched there, but on the third try he finally got it
out in a coherent sentence.

   "Per is vox, lux lucis sinus."

   Tom slid the ring onto his third finger, the only finger the ring would
fit without slipping off or getting stuck...  and almost fell out of his
chair when everything around him brightened slightly.  Every object around
him was in clear and crisp focus, with a whisper of a glow around it, like
an aura.  He slowly rose from his chair and looked around him.

   "What the Hell just happened?"

   He took off the ring, and everything was back to the way it was, the
strange glow shimmering and fading.  Tom blinked a few times to clear his
vision, thinking it was the beer he was drinking.  But he had been drinking
beer for years; one wouldn't do this to him.  Hell, it wasn't even one; he
had only taken a sip or two.

   Cautiously, Tom repeated the phrase, "Per is vox, lux lucis sinus", and
put the ring back on.  Once again, everything took on an aura of dim light,
startling him.  He looked at his own hands next; they looked the same as
they always did, maybe a little out of focus but no aura around them.

   "This is weird," he mumbling, slipping the ring off.  Again, everything
returned to normal.  Speaking into the air, he said, "Okay, old timer;
let's see if you were telling the truth."

   Tom rushed over to the hallway mirror and recited the inscription again,
slipping the ring back on...  and backed away in fright when he looked into
the mirror and saw no one looking back at him.  It had the faint aura
around it, as well as the couple of pictures hanging near it, but there was
no reflection of his face staring back.

   "Oh, my God!"

   Tom wanted to test the power of this ring by making things invisible. 
He plucked one of the pictures off the wall at random and passed it in
front of the mirror.  It threw back a reflection of it, but that was all.
It seemed to just hover in mid-air.  Tom was shocked further when after a
few seconds, just like the note said, the picture shimmered and faded into
nothing.  Its reflection in the mirror disappeared, but he could still see
it in his grasp...  well, sort of.

   The picture no longer had an aura around it, just as his hands didn't,
but the picture was gone as well.  Only an outline of the picture, like the
negative of a child's pencil drawing, remained.  He hung it back on the
wall, and it shimmered back into existence a second later, the aura around
it reappearing.

   "Holy shit; it really does work!"

   Tom went over to the table to try the other ring.  It had the same
inscription inside it, but was too small for him.  The second ring was made
to fit a lady's finger or, at the very least, a finger smaller than any of
his.  It might have fit his pinky, but he didn't want to take the chance of
it getting stuck and not coming off.  He glanced at the one he was wearing
and thought, "I only need one." Putting the other ring away, he hid the box
on top of one of his kitchen cupboards behind some brick-a-brack his
ex-fiancÃ(C) forgot to take with her when she left.

   Tom took off his own ring and everything went back to the way it was. 
Cradling it as if it were made of fine crystal, he just stared at the ring
for a moment.  All sorts of wild thoughts ran through his brain.  All the
things he could do with this ability, things that could make him powerful,
wealthy, commanding and controlling.  No more would he have to tolerate the
abuse he had been given throughout the years.  He could turn the tables; he
could get even with all of the bullies and stuck-up women that had...

   But two dominate thoughts popped into his head.

   First, and most important of all, he knew in his heart that he was not
the type of person to take advantage of people for his own gain.  He was
hard working, honest, and always tried to do the right thing no matter what
others would do or say to him.  He was not a manipulator or a bully; he
refused to become that which he had come to despise the most.

   Second, the words the old man wrote in the note floated in front of his
eyes...  'I can only hope that you are a person with good intentions, for
that's the only thing we used the rings for... ...we never stole anything
with them, nor did we harm anyone... ...  Remember: use this gift wisely,
use it for good purposes, and, if you can, use it to help folks.'

   "He's right," Tom said to himself, "I can't use this ring to hurt anyone
or steal anything; that wouldn't be right.  I'm not that kind of man; I'll
never be that kind of a person."

   But then he recalled something else the old man had written...  'That
isn't to say we didn't have our fun with them...'

   "'Fun', eh?  I wonder what kind of fun you had with this..." Amusing and
wicked thoughts were now going through his head, but the important thoughts
were still prevalent.

   Tom looked up, clutching the ring in his fist, "I'll have my fun, but I
promise you this: I'll do what you did, old man.  I'll use it to do good
things.  I'll help people with this power if I can, and punish those who
want to hurt them.  That's a promise."

   ***

   The next morning, Tom decided to go into town and test his new ability.
Before leaving the house, he wondered what the rings' inscription meant and
looked it up on the Internet.  The closest he came to a translation was
something in Latin.  The words 'Per is vox, lux lucis sinus' roughly
translated into English as 'With this power, the light bends'.

   On his way into town, Tom remembered some of his science class text book
chapters from high school, and recalled something about how objects could
be seen by the human eye.  The reason things could be seen was because
light waves were bouncing off their surfaces and being reflected back into
people's eyes.  Different wave lengths represented different colors.  A
blue object would absorb all the wave lengths of color, except the blue
wave length.  It would be reflected back and people would see that the
object was the color blue.  A black object would absorb all the wave
lengths hitting it; a white object would reflect all of them.

   But Tom remembered the words and what they meant.  'The light bends' it
said.  Not 'reflects', but 'bends'.  He had come to the conclusion that, if
he wasn't reflecting light waves while he wore the ring, he must be bending
them somehow.  The ring must have the power to bend light waves around him
and, if no light waves at all were hitting him and being reflected back
into peoples' eyes, no one would be able to see him.  He really would be,
for all practical purposes, invisible.

   Tom parked his car in a supermarket lot and readied himself for the
chance to test his newfound power.

   "Okay," he breathed, "here goes.  Per is vox, lux lucis sinus." The ring
slipped into place, and everything shimmered for a second, coming into
clear focus and dimly glowing with an aura.  Tom gave a quick glance into
the rear view mirror, not seeing any reflection of himself, and smiled (not
seeing that, either).

   "So far, so good." Tom said, and waited for someone to come out of the
store to try his next test.

   After a minute, an elderly lady emerged pushing a small cart of
groceries to the car right across from his.  The next thing he saw made him
smile more as the woman's eyes almost popped out of her head when she the
door of his car open and close, apparently all by itself.  After seeing her
shake her head and rub at her eyes, Tom repeated the maneuver, doing it
fast so there wasn't enough time for the car door to vanish.  This time she
didn't wait around to figure it out, as she hastily shove the rest of her
groceries into the back seat and came within a foot of hitting another
oncoming car as she hurried out of the lot on squealing tires.

   Tom started to laugh but stopped himself short.

   I have to be careful, he thought, I don't want to cause an accident by
scaring someone too much.  Time to try something else.

   Tom entered the market that was full of shoppers, banging carts, and the
beeping of register tag scanners.  He idly walked around, trying to figure
out his next test, until he found himself in the produce aisle.  That's
where he spied his next target.

   The woman he saw was quite lovely.  About five and a half feet tall,
blondish, and was wearing a summer dress that didn't quite hide the fact
that she was built.  Her dress was hugging luscious curves that presented
themselves when she stretched to reach for a head of cabbage, and managed
to show off a little bit of creamy thigh for good measure.  In the
reflecting mirror of the display case, he was treated to a beautiful view
of abundant cleavage. Tom couldn't resist.  When no one was looking in his
direction, he grabbed a cucumber from the produce bin, barely lifting it
from the pile, and the vegetable lost its aura and substance, replaced with
a light outline.  To make sure, he carried it around for a moment and even
passed it in front of another shopper's face.  She noticed nothing; the
cucumber was invisible, too.

   Quietly getting behind the blond, Tom waited for her to reach for
something again.  When she stretched to grab a bunch of grapes, he quickly
slipped the cucumber between her legs and rubbed it up to her crotch.  She
let loose a squeal of alarm that made everyone within earshot (and that was
pretty much everyone in the store) turn their heads.  She spun around so
fast, her ample breasts bounced and swayed as she raised her hand ready to
slap the pervert that...

   But her face twisted in confusion, and she started looking around her.
There was no one near her that could have touched her.  Then her eyes
bugged out and her jaw dropped when she felt something being slipped
between her large breasts.  She hugged her chest to cover it, as if she had
suddenly found herself topless, and bolted from the produce section and ran
out the front door.

   People started looking around when they heard laughter.  One elderly
woman started admonishing one of the young stock boys standing not three
feet away from Tom, but he immediately proclaimed his innocence.  That's
when Tom slapped his hand over his mouth.

   I forgot; they can't see me, but they can still hear me.

   Carefully placing the cucumber in the admonishing lady's basket, it
shimmered back into being.  The lady noticed it and picked it up, wondering
how it got there and trying to remember if and when she had placed it in
her cart in the first place.  She also wondered why it had an odd smell to
it; familiar, but odd.

   Tom did his best to control his snickering as he wandered through the
store in search of his next victim.  Nothing cruel, he reminded himself,
just a bit of harmless fun.  It was in the cereal aisle where he found his
next target.

   She was young, college age he guessed, with short dark hair and wearing
a simple blouse and knee-length skirt that covered a cute, slim figure. 
Her back was to the shelves as she fished around in her cart for something,
and Tom saw his chance.  He quickly grabbed a hanging product hook strip
that was empty of merchandise and snagged one of the empty hooks into the
hem of her skirt.  It disappeared the moment he touched it, but he could
still see the outline of it.  He then stepped back to watch the fun.

   Sure enough, the second she started to move away from the shelves, the
product strip caught and quickly lifted her skirt up, revealing (to Tom's
surprise, as well as a couple other shoppers) that she wasn't wearing any
panties.  She yelped in surprise as her little bare ass was exposed and,
turning to release her dress from the hook, flashed Tom her pouting, and
shaven, pussy.

   Tom again stifled his laughing, not just at the embarrassed girl whose
cheeks were flushed red, but also at the shocked look on the face of the
lady at the end of the aisle, along with the bemused smirk on the face of
her husband; a smirk that quickly disappeared when his wife shot him an
annoyed glare.

   Tom hurried out of the store, got into his car, and making sure no one
was looking in his direction, slipped the ring off.  Everything shimmered
back to normal as Tom let go a laugh, the likes of which he hadn't heard
himself do in years.  He hadn't had much reason to laugh, back in the day
or recently, and it felt good to finally be able to laugh again.

   He left his car in the lot, deciding to take a walk through that part of
town and test his ability further.  Again he thought, nothing mean; just a
few harmless pranks.

   He stepped into a restroom in the town's park and, making sure no one
was inside, said "Per is vox, lux lucis sinus.", and slipped the ring on.
He smiled as he saw his reflection in the restroom's mirror disappear and
the object surrounding aura glow into view.

   Stepping back outside, Tom thought of different ways to test his power.
He touched a leaf with one finger to see if it was enough to make it
vanish, and it lost its aura becoming just an outline.  He tried a bigger
object; a tree.  Tom hugged the trunk as best he could, but part of its
aura remained; the part just above his head.  That puzzled him.  Then he
tried a new tactic: he reached up and grabbed one of the tree's low hanging
branches, but only part of the branch's aura vanished.

   He then tried something different; he walked over to a parked car and
laid his hand on the hood.  Tom watched in fascination as half of the hood
and the bulk of the engine under it lost their auras and became simple
outlines, disappearing and making the car look as if something had just
taken a huge bite out of the front end.  He let go of the hood and knelt
down to touch one of the tires.  The tire, along with some of the fender
and that side of the engine vanished.

   This intrigued Tom, wondering how much (or how little) he could make
disappear.  He touched the tire again and concentrated only on the tire.  A
second later, just the tire was invisible and outlined in white, leaving
the brake shoe, rotor, and rim in plain sight.

   It works, he thought, I can make specific objects invisible.  All I have
to do is concentrate hard enough, and not even that hard.

   Tom stood up and touched the car's hood again, concentrating on the
entire automobile this time.  But the results were the same as before: only
part of the car disappeared.  It puzzled him for a minute, and then he
finally figured it out, remembering what the old man has said in the note.
'You can't make everything invisible, though; only things about the same
size as you, maybe a little bigger...'

   The ring's 'power field', its 'sphere of influence', whatever you wanted
to call it, extended outward from his body only so far.  With a few more
experiments, Tom calculated that the 'field' extended out for only about
three feet from him in any direction.  He could control how far the field
extended from his body, be it an inch or a foot away from him, but three
feet appeared to be its limit.

   Just then, a jogger came running up the path near him.  Looking forward
to seeing his reaction, Tom leaned on the fender and grinned.  But his grin
faded when he noticed that nothing had changed; the car's aura was still
there.  He put his hand on it and that part of the car vanished, but the
jogger having already ran by him, didn't notice a thing.

   Tom had discovered another limit to the ring's ability: he had to be in
direct physical contact with an object in order to make it invisible.  And
by 'direct', that meant his bare hand (or any part of his bare skin, for he
had rolled up his sleeve and touched the car with his elbow, making that
part of the car vanish as before) had to be in contact with the object.

   Tom spent an hour discovering what his amazing gift could do.  As long
as he had an object in his touch and it was within the three foot field the
ring projected, even with just a finger, the object would become invisible.
Concentrating, he could make specific parts of an object vanish while
leaving the rest of it visible.

   "Amazing," he whispered.

   But then Tom was shocked into delight when he saw who had just walked up
near him and sat down on one of the park's benches.  It was too good to be
true.

   Phyllis Quigley sat down and adjusted herself lady-like, then cracked
open a magazine.  'Lady-like' was actually being polite, for she was no
lady in Tom's opinion; she was snobbish, stuck-up, and a real cock tease.
She was one of the assistants in the office where he use to work, and
purposely gave every guy there blue balls with her short tight skirts,
low-cut blouses, and shameless flirting and teasing.  Phyllis liked
manipulating men and did her best to 'sleep her way to the top' as it were,
even though no man (at least no one Tom knew) ever got past second base
with her.  She got one guy fired, his friend Gary, all because he wouldn't
give in to her charms, refusing her advances; she was that heartless and a
real bitch.

   Oh, I'm going to have so much fun with her, he thought.

   Quietly, Tom snuck up behind her and knelt down behind the bench,
waiting for a small group of people down the path to come walking by.

   This is for Gary, you cunt.

   Very lightly, he touched a loose fold on the back of her blouse and
reached under the bench to touch the hem of her skirt, and concentrated. 
Just as the group of four or five people walked up, Phyllis's blouse and
skirt disappeared.  She just sat reading her magazine, as the eyes of
everyone in the small crowd bugged out upon seeing her sitting there
wearing just underwear and heels.

   The lacy black bra did practically nothing except cover her nipples, for
her huge breasts were spilling out of the cups.  Since her long legs were
crossed, they could only see the thin string of the tiny matching thong on
her hips, almost making her appear to be bottomless.  The only one who got
a good view of her naked ass was Tom, who did his best not to burst out
laughing.  Phyllis was completely oblivious to the looks, snickers, and
indignant huffs of the folks that walked by her.

   Tom was going to adjust his fingers in order to make her underwear
vanish as well, making her appear to be completely nude.  But he stopped
himself short when he realized that it wouldn't work.

   He reminded himself, 'Direct physical contact', remember?

   Phyllis's blouse and skirt, albeit invisible, were still real and solid.
Tom would have to touch her underwear to make them disappear but, even
though anyone that passed by could see her undergarments, he couldn't just
place a finger on them through her clothes.  The ring's power made things
invisible, not intangible.  Just using the ability in a general sense
wouldn't work either; that would just make Phyllis disappear all together.

   Tom still got satisfaction in making her appear almost naked.  Two
ladies out for a stroll gasped and hurried by upon seeing Phyllis, and the
jogger from earlier was running back up the path when he tripped over
himself, landing in a bush when he saw an almost naked woman sitting on the
bench.

   Startled, Phyllis looked over to the hapless man and started to rise. 
Tom saw it as a chance to really get even with her on behalf of his friend.
He let go of her blouse (which came back into view), quickly grabbed a
handful of her skirt and, as she stood up, yanked it down to her ankles. 
She let out a yelp in surprise as the skirt got tangled in her heels and
tripped her up.  She landed in the grass, her bare ass sticking out and
exposed for all to see, this time without Tom's invisible help.  She
hurriedly snatched her skirt back up to avoid being seen, but it didn't
escape the notice of some grinning guy walking his dog.

   Tom ran back to the restroom and released his hand from his mouth,
completely cracking up and laughing so hard he almost lost his breath. 
After removing the ring and shimmering back into the here and now, he
looked up and said, "That was for you, Gary old pal.  I'm just sorry you
weren't here to see it.  I'm going to have to tell you about it someday
when I see..."

   Tom stopped his thought as a new one popped in front of him, one that
would be foremost in his mind from now on.

   I can't tell Gary; I can't tell anybody about this.  If anyone found
out, people would never leave me alone about it, especially the
authorities. Good God, if they found out...

   Tom decided right then and there not to say a word about the rings to
anyone.  If word leaked out, the authorities...  the government would not
stop until they had the rings for themselves, and who knew what they would
use them for.  And if, God forbid, they fell into the wrong hands...

   He shook the frightening thought out of his head; he would tell no one,
resolving to be extra careful with his ability in the future.

   It still didn't stop him from having fun, though.  On the way back to
his car, he lightly touched the dress of a woman walking down the sidewalk,
treating himself and everyone around her to the sight of her walking in her
underwear.  Men with stupid grins and women with shocked expressions gawked
at the almost naked woman walking towards them with boobs bouncing and
jiggling within a pink bra.  At the same time, men behind her (including
Tom) were treated to a view of her twitching, pink panty clad ass.  Tom let
go of her dress just as she walked into a clothing store, still kind of
freaked out watching just an outline of her dress sway back and forth as
she walked.

   He repeated the maneuver on some strutting business man with an
arrogant, pompous look about him.  After the 'full of himself' business
jerk belittled some kid working a news stand, Tom decided to get even with
the blowhard on the kid's behalf, remembering how much he himself hated
being bullied.

   He hooked a finger into one of the belt loops on the man's pants and
walked with him.  Chuckles and guffaws sprang out all over as the passersby
saw a man walking down the street in boxer shorts.  What made it even more
hilarious was that he looked like every TV comedy clichÃ(C) Tom ever saw.
The man was wearing white boxers with red hearts all over them and dark
socks held up with calf suspenders, a classic visual gag.  Mr.  Business
Man started to get a confused and not-so-cocky look on his face when he
noticed the laughter was directed towards him, and picked up his pace to
get away from it.

   Letting him go and chuckling to himself when Business Jerk got into his
car, Tom muttered, "That'll teach you not to be an asshole to people" and
continued on his way to the supermarket parking lot.

   Along the way, he passed a couple of homes with fenced in yards. 
Knowing no one would see him and call him a 'Peeping Tom' (which made him
stifle a laugh when he thought about it), Tom's curiosity got the better of
him and he peeked between two of the fence's wood slats.  What he saw made
his jaw drop.

   Reclining in a lawn chair was a woman, sunning herself in the nude. 
Lying on her stomach with her arms over her head and dangling off the end
of the chair, her rather large tits were flattened out and being pushed out
the sides of her body.  Her plump, round ass jiggled slightly as she
adjusted herself.  He couldn't see her head or face, as both were covered
with a beach hat.

   "Honey," she called out, "Come on out and put some oil on my back!"

   "As soon as the game's done," was the reply from inside the house.

   The lady huffed and just lied there, giving up.

   Could I get away with it?  Do I dare?

   Tom's wicked thoughts won out as he quietly entered the backyard and
crept up to the woman.

   Why the Hell not?

   He grabbed the bottle of oil (which disappeared, of course) and poured
some on the lady's back and ass, smiling at the sight of oil coming out
of...  nothing.  She started moaning as he rubbed the oil into her smooth
browning skin.

   "Mmmmm," she purred, not getting up or looking from under the hat on her
head, "Changed your mind?"

   "Mm-hmm," Tom muttered back, not wanting to give himself away.  After
working on her shoulders and back, he noticed the aura around the chair was
glowing, but the lady's was gone.

   Damn it, he thought, I forgot again; 'direct physical contact'.

   That's when he noticed her husband in the window looking out around the
yard, confused.  Shrugging, he left and went back to his ball game.

   He couldn't see her; he couldn't see us.  All he saw was an empty lawn
chair, because I'm concentrating on the woman and not the chair.

   But he saw that the lady wasn't an outline in his eyes, either.  She was
a little out of focus, the color of her skin dulled slightly, but he could
still see her, whole and intact.

   How's that possible?  She should be just an outline, shouldn't she? 
Maybe it's because she human, or just alive.  I can see living things
within the field, but inanimate objects...  no, I made a leaf and a
cucumber vanish, along with part of a tree.  They were living things,
plant-wise anyway, and they were just outlines, too.  Maybe...

   Realizing that he still had a naked woman under his oily hands, Tom
stopped wondering and decided to just go with the flow, almost giggling in
delight.

   This definitely has possibilities.  I'll figure it out later.

   The woman wiggled her butt at him, giving him a hint, and he immediately
started in on her luscious cheeks making them all oily and shiny.  Tom's
cock was ready to burst through his pants when she spread her legs more,
revealing a pair of glistening pussy lips to him, as well as a glimpse of
her little puckered asshole.  Feeling braver, Tom wiggled a finger around
the little hole.

   "That's tickles," she giggled like a little girl, still not looking from
under the hat she wore, "How do you always know what I want?" She spread
her ass cheeks more and whispered, "Give it to me; nobody will see us."

   Tom couldn't believe his change of luck; it had gone from zero all the
way up into the stratosphere.  He quickly got out of the T-shirt and jeans
he wore and was ready to make his move when something startled him.

   The ground was no longer under his feet.

   Instead, a small crater marked the spot where he was standing.  Tom
realized what happened and quickly slipped his loafers back on.  Contact
with his bare feet made the ground disappear within the power field but,
once his shoes were back on, the crater melted back into grass and the lawn
was just lawn again.

   Whew, I have to remember that next time.

   Turning his attention back to the lady, Tom knelt down and proceeded to
give her asshole a tongue tickling.  She giggled and squirmed under his
invading tongue and started humping back into his face.  She then let out a
soft moan as she felt oily fingers probing into her ass and more fingers
reaching under her and tickling the tuft of fur above her pussy.

   "Oh, yes," she hissed, "I'm ready; my ass wants your cock."

   Tom thought he was going to blow his load all over her back when she
said that.  Holding out as best he could, he pressed his dickhead against
her asshole and eased it inside; the oil on her ass making it easier than
he thought it would be.

   The woman moaned open mouthed and started to reach back to Tom, but he
quickly grabbed her hands and held them down.  This made her hump her ass
back at him even more; apparently she liked it.

   "Oh God, yes; your cock feels...  ugh...  so huge in my ass...  ooh...
...oh, bigger than usual," she huffed.

   Lady, if you only knew, Tom thought, and proceeded to fuck her ass with
long steady strokes.

   He knew he couldn't hold out for very long, her ass being so hot and
tight and practically milking his cock.  Fortunately, he didn't have to. 
The woman let out a small squeak and said she was going to cum.  Tom
plunged his cock into her tight ass faster and harder as she bit down on
the towel she was lying on, trying not to be loud and alert her neighbors.
She released a muffled squeal as her ass and thighs started quivering
uncontrollably when her orgasm hit.

   When that happened, Tom couldn't hold back any longer.  He grunted and
clamped his teeth together, not wanting to say anything or make any kind of
noise that would give away the fact that he wasn't her husband.  Sperm
exploded from his cock and into her ass, making her hump and quiver more.
His balls empty after what seemed like several minutes instead of less than
one, Tom leaned forward and kissed the woman's back, letting his cock slip
out of her ass, cum oozing out of the red puckered hole afterwards.

   "Oh, God; that was great," she said, breathless, "Let me lie here for a
minute, and then we can do it again, okay?"

   "Mm-hmm," Tom muttered back.

   She didn't move or say a word as Tom picked up his clothes (which
disappeared with him) and quietly walked to the gate, still unseen.  He
started to put his shirt on when he thought, what the Hell for?  No one can
see me, so why am I bothering to get dressed?  I'll do it when I get back
to the car. Just as he tucked his shirt and jeans under his arm and was
ready to leave, the lady's husband came outside.  With a wicked and naughty
grin, she reached up to him when he was close enough and yanked down his
swim shorts, leaving him naked.  Confused, but delighted, he simply stared
in awe as his naked wife sat up and hungrily sucked on his cock and grabbed
his balls.

   Tom finally got a glimpse of her front and wasn't disappointed; her huge
oily boobs, topped with large, swollen nipples, glistening and swaying back
and forth with every bob of her head.  He just snickered and shook his head
as he left the two horny sun bathers alone.

   Tom suddenly realized that something was happening to him.  Despite his
size and good looks, he was still reserved and gun shy around people in the
regular world, especially women.  But being invisible, he discovered that
he could let himself go (to a certain extent) and overcome his shyness, his
awkwardness, and lack of confidence.  And being able to walk around town
completely naked (with the exception of his shoes) didn't hurt his
self-assurance, either.  He was starting to become the man he'd always
wanted to be...  well, after a fashion.  His confidence was growing, but no
one could see it; he'd have to work on that in the visible world.

   Just as he approached his car and was ready to get dressed, Tom heard
what sounded like a scream coming from inside a car.  He didn't have to
look far, for in the car right next to his own, a struggle was taking place
in the back seat.

   Tom saw the backside of a man, his pants sagging off his hips, and two
bare legs belonging to a woman on either side of him, kicking and flailing
about.  He heard the start of another scream, but it was finished with a
slap as the man reared his arm back and swung down, connecting his hand to
her face.

   Anger flashed in Tom's eyes when he realized what he was witnessing: the
punk was attacking a woman and trying to rape her, and actually had the
balls to think he could get away with it in a public place and in broad
daylight, yet.  Then he saw the creep reach into his pocket and pull out a
hunting knife, and adrenalin rushed his body into action.

   Furious, Tom whipped the car door open and grabbed the wiry scumbag by
the shoulders, hauling him off the girl and throwing him out of the car. 
The punk slammed into the parking lot with a hard thud, his knife flying
out of his hand and clattering across the asphalt.

   Regaining his balance and zipping his pants back up, the skinny punk
reared back and was ready to start swinging at whomever just...

   But there was no one there.

   The girl inside the car pushed her mussed brown hair out of her eyes to
see who her rescuer was, holding her ripped open blouse closed with her
free hand, then pulling on her panties the dirt bag removed with the
other...  and her jaw dropped open when she saw the punk's head flying back
as if someone had just cashiered him right in his kisser.  In fact, she
actually heard the sound of a fist punching a mouth.

   But she saw the same thing the punk did, or rather didn't see; there was
no one there.

   Tom grabbed a handful of the lowlife's shirt and started pummeling him,
finishing it up with a sharp jab to the gut.

   The gal in the car was just finished picking up her purse and what was
left of her clothes when her eyes almost popped out of her head.  She had
just seen her attacker completely vanish right before her eyes.  Then she
heard, "You sick, twisted, little fuck!  You're gonna regret the day you
met me!" and that was when the scream that was stuck in her throat finally
reached her lips and exploded from her mouth, because the voice she heard
had come from...  no one!

   The punk's shock was just about on par with hers when he finally saw his
opponent, not just because the man was naked but because the man had
suddenly appeared...  right out of thin air!  The man being half a person
bigger than he was didn't help either and, not being able to say a word or
even breath, he froze where he was, scared stiff.

   Tom suddenly turned towards the scream and saw the woman get out of the
car and jump into the front seat, groceries from a ripped bag scattered
everywhere in the back.  She gunned the engine and roared out of the
parking lot, with about a dozen or so onlookers gawking after her.  None of
them looked in Tom's direction, and that's when it occurred to him.

   Of course, I'm holding onto the creep; he's invisible now, too.  The
woman must have seen him disappear, heard me yell at him, and freaked out.

   Tom turned his attention back to the would-be rapist, slamming his
skinny body against his car.  He noticed the shocked look on his face as
well, and had discovered yet another trait of the ring's power.

   He's inside the power field with me; he can see me!

   "You listen to me, you little shit," Tom hissed through clenched teeth,
not wanting anyone else to hear a voice coming from nowhere like the girl
did and be frightened out of their wits, "If I ever catch you doing
something like this again, you're a dead man.  I'll be watching, and you'll
never know where I'll be." He tightened his grip on the petrified punk's
shirt and hauled him up to his face coming nose to nose with him, blood
dripping from the creep's nose, mouth, and the cut under his now swelling
eye, "You better pray I never see you again, because you definitely won't
see me...  until it's too late."

   To make sure he got his point across, Tom gave him one last roundhouse
punch to the jaw and sent the punk tumbling over his car's hood.  The
lowlife shimmered back into view once he hit the pavement, frantically
looking around for his tormentor and saw nothing and no one.  All he heard
from his attacker was a low, growling laugh.  Terrified, he ran as fast as
his legs could carry him across the parking lot and disappeared around the
back of the store.

   Tom got dressed and waited around until the hullabaloo died down, and
noticed something on the ground while he was waiting.  Touching it first to
make it disappear, he picked it up and found that it was a ladies' wallet.
When no one was looking in his direction, he took the ring off and got into
his car, he and the wallet reappearing.  He saw a picture of the woman who
was being attacked on the driver's license, and figured it must have fallen
out of her purse when she took off in a hurry.

   Tom decided to give the woman a little (and he was certain, much needed)
space for tonight and take her wallet back to her the next day.  He also
thought about what he had done.  He helped someone in trouble; he saved a
life.  All this time, he had the capability of standing up to someone who
was causing trouble, for himself or anyone else, bottled up inside him.  It
just took the confidence he gained from the ring to bring it out.  It made
him feel good about himself for the first time in a long while.

   It also made him feel a little less guilty about doing the other things
he had done.  Most were just pranks, but sneaking into the lady's yard and
having anal sex with her without her knowing that he wasn't her husband...
he started feeling bad about that.  She'd never know of course, but it
still didn't make it right.  He took advantage of someone and that, he
realized now, made him almost as bad as the punk he clobbered.

   Still, Tom felt that what he had done for the woman he rescued made up
for the things he did, but he decided not to have unsuspecting sex with
someone anymore.  No matter how much fun it was or whether or not they
suspected anything, it wasn't right.

   "I'll still have some fun," he said to himself, "but that kind of fun...
never again, at least not without their knowledge."

   But that gave him another thought.

   He couldn't use his ability with someone's knowledge about it, be it
having sex or anything else.  Back in the park, Tom promised himself that
he would never tell anyone about the rings, so that kind of scenario was
just rendered moot.

   A little later, Tom was relaxing in his easy chair at home, watching the
news...  and almost spit out a mouthful of beer when he saw what was being
reported.

   It was the punk, the rapist who attacked the woman in the parking lot.
According to the newscast, he had attacked two other women earlier in the
month and, following a tip, the police caught him hiding behind the
supermarket in a dumpster, scared out of his mind and (they guessed)
whacked out on drugs.  He was being lead away in handcuffs, news reporters
following along and asking him questions.

   "The dude came out of thin air, man," he shouted, "He wasn't there, then
he was!  He was invisible, man; like a ghost or something!"

   The cops leading him into the stationhouse just nodded and rolled their
eyes, not believing one word of the punk's story.

   "Serves you right," Tom snickered as he saluted the freak with his beer,
"So long, douche bag; have fun in prison."

   After taking a well earned swig of beer, Tom picked up the ring and
stared at it for a while, all the time thinking about what kinds of things
he could do with it that would help people.  He also thought about what
that dirt bag rapist had said about him.

   '...like a ghost or something!'

   "'Ghost', huh?  Hmm..."

   This really did have possibilities...

   Ghost of a Chance Ch.  02

   Tom's nervousness started to well up inside him when he pulled into the
driveway.

   It's funny, he thought, you've got nerve one minute, then the next your
stomach's doing summersaults.  C'mon, Tom; you had confidence yesterday. 
Let's see some of it now.

   Two days ago, Tom thought his world was crashing down around him.  He
had lost his job, lost his fiancÃ(C), and was feeling picked on by the
whole world as bad as when he was in school.

   He found that his luck had changed when he dug up a box out of his yard
that contained a pair of gold rings.  The note left behind with them said
that the rings would make the wearers invisible and gave them the ability
to make things they touched invisible as well.  All he had to do was to say
the rings' inscription aloud and put the ring on.

   It had worked, for he spend the day testing his newfound ability around
town, having fun making things disappear, walking around town completely
naked, and even saving someone's life, rescuing a woman from a rapist.  The
very same woman who owned the driveway he was parked in now.

   She had dropped her wallet when she fled the scene of her attack, and
Tom blamed himself for that.  He rescued her while he was wearing the ring
and she witnessed...  absolutely no one beating up her attacker, then
seeing the scumbag rapist disappear into thin air.

   Tom wondered if he should explain what happened to the frightened woman,
because he didn't want her to think that she had lost her mind.  The only
thing that bothered him about it was that he promised himself that he would
tell no one about the rings or their ability.  If the wrong people found
out, they would stop at nothing to get the rings from him and use them for
bad things, illegal things, and maybe even deadly things.

   This was what was making Tom's stomach flip-flop.  After what happened,
he thought the woman deserved some kind of explanation for what she had
seen yesterday.  But could he trust her with the secret?  She didn't seem
like the type of person that would be manipulative or evil.  Then again, he
didn't have much of a chance to see her, much less get to know her; he was
a little busy beating her would-be rapist within an inch of his life.

   Tom startled himself back to the here and now when he suddenly found
himself up the sidewalk path and standing in front of the lady's door.

   "Okay," he muttered as he pushed the doorbell button, "Just say 'you
found it in the parking lot and wanted to return it'.  That's all."

   The front door opened and the woman stepped into view, an annoyed look
on her face.  It changed quickly when she saw that it wasn't who she
expected.

   "Oh, hello.  I thought you might be a detective or another reporter. 
You're not, are you?  Because I've already given my statement to..."

   "Uh, no; I'm not a cop or a reporter.  Are you Brenda Delmont?"

   "Well, I was.  It's 'Johnson' now."

   Tom handed the wallet to her, "I think this belongs to you.  I found it
in the supermarket parking lot.  Everything's still in it.  I know I
should've taken it to the cops, but..."

   Her eyes lit up as she took the small purse, "My wallet!  I thought I'd
lost it forever, or that creep took off with it!" She beamed a bright smile
at Tom, "Thank you so much; you've just saved me a whole lot of time and
trouble having to replace my driver's license and credit cards.  Thank
you."

   "You're welcome; glad I could help...  and I'm glad that skinny little
punk didn't hurt you." Tom smiled back at her, appreciating the view of his
grateful 'damsel in distress'.

   She was almost half a head shorter than he was, with long brown hair and
eyes to match; a very pretty face with a cute smile, the only thing marring
her looks was a bruise on her left cheek.

   Where that fucker slapped her, he fumed.

   She looked to be about his age and the halter top and shorts she wore
revealed a nice figure with a little baby fat she hadn't quite managed to
drop in her youth.

   Quite lovely, he thought, the tiny mole makes her look cute.  She has
the same type of birthmark mole on her upper lip like the one that
supermodel has.

   It also made her look...  familiar.

   But she gave him a confused look and asked, "How did you know what
happened?"

   Uh oh.

   "Uh, I saw it on the news." Tom answered rather quickly.  But he was
getting the impression that she didn't believe him when she looked at him
quizzically.

   "Do I know you?  You look familiar."

   Oh shit; here we go.  She must have seen...  no, wait a minute.  I was
invisible; she couldn't have...

   "Tom?  Tommy Pierce, from Brentwood High School?"

   "Yeah, that's me.  How did you know I went to...?" That's when Tom's
face lit up in a 'bingo' expression.  She did look familiar, and so did her
name when he finally thought about it and put two and two together. 
"Brenda Johnson?  You were in my science class and the school's Music Club!
I thought you looked familiar!"

   "Oh my God!" she laughed, "I didn't think anyone would remember me from
school; I looked a lot different then." Brenda held the door open, "Come on
in."

   "Oh, no; I don't want to disturb you and your husband.  You've been
through enough, what with the attack, the cops, the reporters..."

   Brenda shook her head, "Don't worry about my husband, or I should say
'ex-husband'.  He's out of here; packed his stuff and left two months
ago... and I really could use a friend right now."

   Tom smiled and nodded, "Okay, sure; thanks," and entered the house.  A
nice place, though somewhat bare in spots.

   "Don't mind the mess or the empty spots; half the stuff belonged to the
'jerk'.  Want a beer?"

   "That's okay.  I went through something similar not long ago...  and a
beer sounds good right now."

   "You're divorced, too?" she asked, handing him a bottle.

   Tom shook his head, "Never even made it to the altar.  She left me right
after I lost my job and found out her 'gravy train' was no longer on the
tracks."

   Brenda's face hardened, "I'm so sorry.  That's a terrible thing to do to
someone like you.  You were a nice guy in school."

   Tom grinned sheepishly after taking a drink, "I'm afraid you're the only
one who noticed."

   Brenda walked over to the couch and sat down, patting the cushion next
to her.  Tom got the hint and sat down as well.

   "I noticed that you were really shy," Brenda replied with her own grin,
"I wanted to go up and talk to you, but...  well, guess I was shy, too. 
The other girls weren't so shy around you in our senior year."

   "That's only because of..." Tom stopped himself short, too embarrassed
to say that the only reason girls wanted him in the end was because of the
story circulating around the school about his large cock.

   "...the rumor that went around?" Brenda said carefully, "I heard about
it right before graduation.  Don't let that bother you anymore, Tom.  Those
girls were real bitches, shallow and stuck-up, and if that's all they
wanted you for, then they didn't deserve you."

   Feeling a little better, Tom braved the question, "How come you never
came up and talked to me?  I wanted to get to know you, but you were always
so shy, so reserved and withdrawn."

   "Oh I wanted to, but the way I looked back then...  I was a typical
'geek', thick rimmed glasses and all.  I couldn't afford the nice clothes
and make-up the other girls wore, so nobody noticed me.  I didn't think
anyone wanted to, so I didn't even try to attract attention."

   "I noticed you...  and I wanted to get to know you," Tom perked up, "I
was the same way; too much of a geek, so I couldn't get up the nerve to
talk to you."

   "Well, you're here now," Brenda smiled, "Maybe it's fate.  The two high
school 'geeks' getting together, the way it should have happened ten years
ago."

   Tom nodded, "Maybe you're right; maybe it is fate." Lifting an eyebrow,
he muttered, "There's a lot of that going around lately."

   "Huh?"

   Catching himself, Tom uttered, "Oh, it's nothing; just something that
happened a little while ago.  So tell me, do I know your hus...  uh, I mean
ex-husband?"

   Brenda nodded with a sour look on her face, "Bradley Delmont."

   Tom's eyes widened a bit, "Brad Delmont, the football team's place
kicker?"

   "The same," she replied after sipping her beer, "He showed up at the
same college I was attending.  He didn't recognize me at first..."

   "That's understandable; I didn't recognize you, either."

   "I changed myself around during the summer after high school.  Diet,
exercise, new clothes, make-up, contact lenses...  the whole bit."

   "Well, you look wonderful.  I feel like such an idiot not having gotten
to know you." He stopped when she started to blush, "I'm sorry; go on."

   "Well, we dated for a while, and then got married after we graduated. 
And six months ago, I found out he was cheating on me with some woman he
was working with at his office.  For almost two years, he cheated on me and
I never knew.  He told me he was leaving me for her, because she was
pregnant and he wanted kids.  I found out that I would have a hard time
getting pregnant; low egg production, something like that.  He didn't even
touch me for three months after I told him..." Brenda stopped her story to
wipe a tear away from her eye, "I'm sorry; I shouldn't be dumping this on
you.  It's all my fault."

   "Hey, don't you dare blame yourself!" Tom said, scooting closer and
putting an arm around her.  She laid her head on his shoulder as he went
on, her sniffling into his shirt sleeve, "It's all right, Brenda, and it
wasn't your fault.  He was a selfish bastard, just like Helen was to me. 
He doesn't deserve someone as sweet as you."

   Brenda hugged Tom and said, "Thanks...  and thanks for being here for
me. It's been so hard, not talking about this to anyone."

   "Well like you said, I'm here now," said Tom, smiling down at her. 
Getting more serious, he asked, "Are you okay?  I mean, after what happened
yesterday...  did he hurt you?"

   "Just this," she replied, pointing to the small bruise on her face, "He
smacked me a good one, huh?  But no, he didn't...  well, you know.  He
didn't get the chance; somebody grabbed him before he could."

   "Well, that's a relief."

   "The weird part is, I don't know how the other guy fought him and..."
Brenda paused, as if she wasn't sure what to say next.

   "'And...' what?" Tom urged.

   She shook her head, "No; you'll just think I'm crazy."

   "No I won't; tell me."

   She shrugged her shoulders and continued, "Well...  the other guy... 
wasn't there."

   Tom purposely narrowed his eyebrows in mock confusion, "I...  don't
understand what you mean."

   "I mean, he was there, but I couldn't see him.  He was...  I don't know,
invisible.  I saw the creep getting hit and then...  he disappeared.  He
vanished right in front of me.  One second he was there, and the next..."
Brenda's face scrunched up as she sat back and started pouting, "See?  You
do think I'm nuts.  The cops didn't believe me, either."

   Tom took hold of her shoulders and stated, "I do believe you.  I believe
you saw what you saw, but you were reacting to a terrible experience.  You
were traumatized and confused and scared, but it's okay; anyone would've
reacted that way to something like that, and it doesn't mean you're crazy.
And you can believe me; if I ever see that sick, twisted fuck, I'll pound
him into the ground for what he tried to do to you!"

   She lifted a corner of her mouth in a grin and said, "Well, don't worry
about that.  He's in jail now, and by the time he gets out, he'll be old
and..." Brenda paused and abruptly sat back, staring at him.  "What did you
say?"

   "What, you mean about that creep?  I said that if I ever see that sick,
twisted fuck, I'll..."

   Brenda clasped her hands over her mouth in shock and, when she released
her lips, all she could say at the moment was, "...you."

   Oh, shit.

   Tom tried to feint confusion again and asked, "Uh, what are you talking
about?"

   "Your voice," she answered, "I've been trying figure out why it sounded
familiar.  I may not remember places or faces that well, but I've still got
a good ear from Music class, and not just for musical notes.  Your voice...
the voice I heard outside my car," Brenda's eyes lit up as well as a smile,
"It was you."

   Tom started to smile and try to come up with some kind of excuse, but
seeing the look on Brenda's face convinced him that nothing he could say
would distract her from the truth.  Giving up, he held out his hands in
supplication and sighed, "It was me."

   Unexpectedly, Brenda flung her arms around Tom's neck and kissed him. 
She then buried her face in his chest, sniffling, and hugged him.

   "Thank you," she wept.

   "You're welcome.  Like I said, I'm glad I was there to help." he said,
holding her close and kissing the top of her head.

   After a few seconds, Brenda backed up, wiping tears from her face, and
asked, "But how did you do it?"

   "I just saw him attacking some girl in a car, and..."

   "No, that's not what I mean.  How did you do it without me seeing you?"

   "Look, it was probably like I was saying.  You were hysterical, you
were..."

   "No!" Brenda got up and started pacing the room, her fists balled up in
frustration, "It wasn't like that at all!  I am not crazy!  I know what I
saw!"

   Tom gave up.

   He honestly didn't want anyone knowing about his ability for fear they
would use it for unscrupulous purposes, but he couldn't in good conscious
let Brenda think she was losing her mind nor have others think the same.

   He rose from the couch and stood in front of her, taking her hands into
his.

   "All right, do you really want to know how I did it?" After she nodded,
he added, "You have to promise me that you will never tell anyone about
this."

   "You saved my life," she said, "I owe you one."

   "Okay," Tom sighed.  He reached into his pocket and pulled out the ring.
"Promise me you won't freak out when you see this."

   "I'm already freaked out by what I saw yesterday; go ahead and show me."

   Tom closed his eyes and stepped back, "Watch carefully.  Per is vox, lux
lucis sinus." After reciting the ring's inscription, he slipped the ring
onto his finger and winced at the sound of Brenda yelping in shock.  She
clamped her hands over her mouth and just stared at the now empty spot
where Tom was standing, not knowing he was still standing there.

   "What happened?" Brenda looked around with wide open eyes, slowly and
cautiously, "Tom?"

   He made her jump when he answered, "I'm still here."

   "Where?"

   "Exactly where I was when you last saw me; I'm still in the same spot."
To prove it, Tom slipped the ring off, and made Brenda cry out in surprise
again.

   "How did you do that?"

   Tom made her sit down and explained everything.  He told her the whole
story about how he found the box containing the rings, the note inside
explaining how they work, and his little tests he had conducted in the
supermarket and the park.  The tests had opened his eyes to possibilities
he never considered before.

   He purposely left out the part about the nude sun bather and the fact
that he had anal intercourse with her without her knowing that he wasn't
the lady's husband.  He didn't want Brenda to think he was some kind of a
pervert, using his ability to take sexual advantage of unsuspecting women.
He had already promised himself that he would never do that again.

   "...and when I got back to my car, that's when I found you and that dirt
bag in your back seat.  I couldn't just leave you like that, so I reached
in, pulled him out, and clobbered him."

   Brenda started to laugh a little and explained herself when Tom gave her
a confused look, "No, I'm not laughing about that.  It was sweet and brave
of you to do what you did for me.  I'm laughing about the part...  you were
walking around town, naked?"

   Tom nodded, "No one could see me, so I thought, 'What the Hell'.

   Brenda blushed a little, "I don't know if I could do that."

   "But nobody would be able to see you," Tom countered.  He helped her off
the couch and said, "Let me show you."

   He stood her in front of the large mirror hanging over the sofa and got
behind her.  "Now watch the mirror.  Per is vox, lux lucis sinus." He put
the ring on and Brenda's face lit up in surprise when he vanished from
sight in the mirror.  "Now, I'm going to touch your shoulder; don't get
scared, but watch your reflection.  Ready?"

   "Okay; go ahead," she said, and jumped a little when she felt his hand
on her shoulder.  She stared at her reflection...  and again yelped when it
disappeared from view.

   "Oh, my God!"

   "Look behind you."

   Brenda looked over her shoulder at Tom, "I can see you."

   "Anyone within the ring's power field can see me, but anyone outside of
it can't see either of us.  Can you see a dim light around everything
around you, like an aura?"

   She looked around at all the things in her living room and nodded, "Yes,
I can."

   "Now look at your hands."

   She did.  "I don't see the light around them.  I look kind of faded,
though."

   "That tells you when you, or anything you touch, are invisible.  Grab
that small vase on the coffee table."

   Brenda picked it up and stared at it, "Okay, when does the aura go
away?"

   But Tom stared at it, confused, "It should have disappeared already." He
had her move it in front of the mirror and, sure enough, the vase's
reflection was in plain sight, almost seeming to float in place.

   "That's weird," he commented.

   "It certainly is," Brenda had to admit, seeing an object bobbing and
floating in mid-air.

   "No, that's not what I mean.  Maybe...  maybe since I'm the one wearing
the ring, I'm the only one that can make things disappear.  Anyone I touch
and make invisible along with me...  can't.  Here, watch," He reached out
and touched the lip of the vase, its reflection in the mirror fading, then
reappearing when he let go of it, making Brenda gasp in wonderment.

   "Did you see the vase as an outline, like the negative of a pencil
drawing?"

   Brenda looked more closely at the vase, "No, it just looked faded to
me."

   "Hmm, maybe that's another trait to the ring.  I see things I make
invisible as a negative outline, but others invisible with me can still see
the whole thing."

   "Maybe that's just the way it works, you know to help the person wearing
the ring see what they're making invisible." Brenda offered.

   Tom nodded, "That could very well be...  and it's only inanimate objects
that turn into an outline, not people."

   He let go of Brenda's shoulder and she smiled in delight when she saw
her reflection shimmer into view.

   "This is amazing," Brenda blurted out, "You can make anything
disappear?"

   "Yes, as long as I touch it with my bare hand.  I don't pretend to know
how everything works with this ring; all I know is what I can do with it,
after a little practice and a little trial-and-error.  I can make specific
things vanish, too.  Want to see?"

   "Okay, show me."

   "You promise you won't be shocked again?"

   Brenda gave him a scolding look and waved her hand at the mirror, "I've
just seen myself vanish; nothing could shock me anymore."

   Even though she couldn't see it, Tom had a mischievous grin on his face,
"Okay; you asked for it.  Ready?"

   "Ready."

   "Okay...  it's done."

   "What's done?"

   "Take a look at yourself."

   Brenda looked down at herself...  and squealed in surprise and (she had
to admit) delight when she saw herself standing in the middle of the living
room, wearing nothing but her lacy white bra and skimpy panties.  Giggling
and blushing from head to toe, she tried to cover herself and shouted,
"That's not fair!"

   She looked again, and her clothes were back on her.  Turning towards the
laughter she heard, Brenda saw Tom shimmer back into view, holding his ring
and chuckling.  Unable to hide the grin on her blushing cheeks, Brenda
playfully scolded him, "That wasn't funny!" Tom couldn't help himself, and
nodded, "Yes, it was!" laughing through it.  He was a bit relieved when she
burst out laughing herself.

   "Thanks," she finally said, catching her breath, "that's the best laugh
I've had in a long time.  How does it work?"

   "I'm not sure," said Tom, holding the ring up, "The inscription inside
is Latin, I think.  I looked it up and it translates as, 'With this power,
the light bends'.  I think that means the ring bends light waves around
you, making you invisible."

   "Oh, I see.  I remember that from school.  Light waves bounce off
objects and get reflected back into our eyes.  We see a certain wavelength
reflected back and that tells us what color the object is.  But if no light
waves are reflected off an object, we can't see it."

   "Exactly...  at least, that's what I think is going on with the ring; I
really don't know," Tom shrugged, "It could be some type of old science at
work, the metal the ring's made of...  Hell, it could be black magic for
all I know.  The man that had it before me didn't know, either."

   "Well, 'bending light waves' sounds right to me...  and you can make
specific things disappear and leave the rest visible?"

   Tom nodded, "All I have to do is concentrate on the object I want to
vanish, even if it's touching or connected to something else."

   "That's amazing," Brenda said, playfully swatting at him, "You almost
made me naked.  I suppose you can do that too, right?"

   Tom smiled but shook his head, "Only if I can touch everything you're
wearing.  I can't touch your underwear through your clothes."

   His eyes, as well as his smile, widened when Brenda quickly lifted her
halter top off and slipped out of her shorts, figuring since Tom had
already seen her in her underwear...

   "You can now; try it."

   "Are you sure?"

   "No," she answered, blushing a little, "but this is fun, and I want to
see how it looks."

   "Alright," he said, gazing over the luscious curves being hidden by her
underwear, "Per is vox, lux lucis sinus." The ring went back on, and Tom
vanished.  He stepped up behind her and touched her bra strap with one
finger and slipped another into her panties' waistband.

   "Oh, shit!" she cried out as she looked down at herself and saw that she
was completely naked.  She halfheartedly covered herself again and giggled,
embarrassed.

   "I can still see your butt," Tom teased, resisting the urge to be
perverted and peek at her front.  He didn't really have to, for the view of
her rear was enough to excite him.  He definitely approved of her rounded,
heart shaped ass, his favorite type.

   Brenda laughed again and felt her chest, "It's weird.  I can't see them,
but I can still feel the cups of my bra."

   "Of course; they're just invisible.  They're still as real and solid as
they always were." He let go and the undergarments shimmered back to the
visible realm, as did he when he took off the ring.

   Brenda just laughed, "That was so cool," then blushed again, "You were
staring at my butt, weren't you."

   Tom just shrugged, himself a little embarrassed, "I couldn't help it; it
was right there out in the open...  and it was a nice looking butt, too."

   Brenda fidgeted slightly, not making a move to get dressed, "You really
think so?  I still have some baby fat to lose, and I still feel a little
chubby."

   "You look great the way you are; I wouldn't change a thing."

   "Brad didn't like it.  He was always on me about losing those ten extra
pounds he said I had."

   "Then he's an idiot!" Tom drew nearer to her, "You're beautiful, and if
he couldn't see that, he doesn't deserve you.  If he told you your body
wasn't right, then he's an asshole!  There are guys all over this city that
would crawl on their hands and knees, and beg you to let them kiss your
beautiful butt...  including me!"

   Brenda's eyes widened and began to sparkle a little at that statement,
moisture building up in the corners, "You mean it?"

   "Of course I mean it," Tom answered, then started to fluster a bit, "Uh,
I mean...  I'm sorry; I shouldn't have said that...  uh, I mean say it that
way.  Well...  what I mean is..."

   Brenda didn't give him the chance to try and finish his explanation. 
She flung her arms around him again and passionately kissed him, standing
on her toes to reach him.  Tom, taken by surprise at first, responded by
pulling her close to him, his body starting to react to her almost
nakedness.  Their lips locked in heat, their tongues entwining.

   She released him and looked into his eyes, a tear spilling out of hers,
"That's the sweetest thing anybody has ever said to me.  You are a
wonderful man and...  and I want to give you a proper 'thank you' for
saving my life."

   With that, she reached around to unhook her bra, but Tom grabbed her
arms and stopped her.

   "Brenda...  you don't have to do that," he said, trying to be a
gentleman about it.

   She smiled back at him, "I know," and undid her bra letting it fall to
the floor.  She then said, "I want to" and hooked her thumbs into her
panties, pulling them down off her hips and letting them slide down her
legs, joining her bra.

   Tom could only stare at the beautiful, naked woman standing before him
as if he were hypnotized; her ample breasts, full and round with light pink
nipples that stood at attention, her hips and thighs, rounded and
definitely as luscious as her cute, round ass.  And her pussy, neatly
trimmed with a little tuft of brown fur above a pouting labia with just a
hint of pussy lips peeking out, just enough to tickle.  Her body was
covered with a thin smoothing of baby fat, making her curves...  well, more
curvy.  He couldn't take his eyes off of her.

   Brenda sensed his hungry scrutiny and her eyes seemed to smile as they
tracked Tom's body down to his crotch, noticing the huge bulge.

   "Oh my," she teased, "Is that for me?"

   She knelt down in front of him and unzipped his pants.  Pulling them and
his shorts off his hips, Tom's engorged member popped out and sprang back
upright.

   "Goodness, that rumor was true; lucky me."

   With a grin, Brenda gently took Tom's cock in her little fist, pumping
it a few times, and started running her tongue up and down the shaft. 
Playfully fondling his balls, she then flicked her tongue over his cock
head, slathering it with spittle.

   Tom groaned at the sensation.  He longed for some woman to do this to
him, his ex-fiancÃ(C) never wanting anything to do with oral foreplay,
giving or receiving.  His groan became louder when Brenda enveloped his
cock head with her lips and proceeded to give him a blowjob, his first.

   After a minute of sucking and licking, she stopped and said, "Take off
your clothes and get comfortable.  I can't get to your cock this way; it's
bending too far up."

   Tom immediately shucked the rest of his clothes and joined her on the
floor, Brenda pushing him to lie on his back.  As she laid herself across
his stomach to continue her oral assault, she stopped for a second to
comment on his genitalia, "Mmm, so soft and smooth; I like it when a guy
shaves.  Less hair, more fun."

   She kneaded and tickled his balls while she sucked on his dick, smacking
and slurping all over its head and pausing a few times to gently stroke his
hard shaft while she dipped her head to lick at his hairless scrotum.  Tom
felt like he was in Heaven, this beautiful woman paying attention to his
cock like he had always wanted someone to do.

   Then his eyes widened as he felt Brenda's lips sneak down the length of
his dick until he felt them near the base.  She was deep throating him,
something he had never experienced in his life.  Her tongue licked and
darted around the shaft as best she could manage, the muscles in her throat
massaging the head.  It was too much for him; his legs and hips started to
quiver and he felt his balls starting to tighten up.  Brenda sensed the
movements and backed his cock out of her throat, then furiously sucked on
it, almost vacuum-like.

   That was it; he could take no more.  With a deep groan, Tom felt cum
bubbling in his balls and racing up his cock.  Brenda let out a delighted
squeak as the first little jet of sperm leaped out of his cock head, then
another, and another.  Then, all at once, the rest of Tom's load exploded
from his cock in one huge blast, the cry of delight from Tom coming out
with the same intensity.

   Brenda's eyes bugged out and she released a muffled sound of surprise.
She hungrily sucked on his swollen member, trying to get every last drop.
She didn't quite get all of it for his load was so large, some of it
spilled out from her lips and ran down her chin.

   When Tom's cock finally stopped jerking and calmed down, Brenda released
it from her mouth with a sloppy, slurping pop.  She slowly pumped it up and
down, making Tom moan, its head glistening.

   "Wow," she finally said, catching her breath and wiping her mouth, "That
was one hefty load.  Can you cum like that all the time?"

   "For you, yes," Tom replied, equally out of breath, "You're very good at
that.  I've never had a woman do that to me before."

   "You can thank Brad for that, I guess.  That's all he ever wanted was a
blowjob, besides an occasional piece of ass.  I guess I've gotten good over
the years, but it's been awhile.  I wasn't sure if I could fit you inside
my mouth, but I wanted to try.  Now..." Brenda laid herself back on the
floor, throwing her arms over her head and bending her knees up, spreading
her soft, squeezable thighs apart.  "...my turn."

   Tom knew he must have looked like a moron, because his tongue was
actually sticking out of his mouth at the sight of Brenda's creamy body. 
Her breasts flattened out a little and she shrugged, "They get a little
flat when I lie down; maybe I should do something to perk them up."

   "No!" Tom objected, "They're fine just the way they are.  If I wanted
plastic parts, I'd buy a blow-up doll." She laughed as he gently caressed
one of her tits with one hand and her hip and thigh with the other, making
her purr.  "I want a woman with real curves on her...  beautiful, tasty
curves like yours."

   She smiled at him as he took in her body, moving her torso a bit to make
her boobs flop and jiggle.  Tom was practically drooling on her, not
knowing where to begin.  He decided to start where his right hand was.

   Kneeling forward, Tom nuzzled and kissed one breast, then the other. 
Brenda sighed as he kissed and nibbled all over her chest, then gasped as
he took one of her nipples into his mouth.  Rolling it with his lips and
flicking his tongue over it, Tom made her arch herself towards his mouth
and softly moan.  He repeated the assault on the other nipple going back
and forth between them, making them stiff.  Brenda started breathing harder
as Tom stopped his nipple playing and kissed his way down her body.  He
paused to flick his tongue in her navel, making her tummy flutter.

   Before his main oral attack upon her, Tom lovingly licked and kissed her
delicious thighs, causing her to giggle and say, "That tickles!"

   Smiling, Tom lowered his mouth to her pussy, enjoying the sweet scent of
her womanhood, and nuzzled the tuft of hair above it with his nose. 
Placing his mouth around the thatch, he gently sucked on it making her moan
louder.

   Brenda readied herself by planting her feet on the floor as Tom lowered
his mouth to her vagina.  Carefully parting the lips with his fingers, he
slowly drew his tongue up the length of her moist pussy, then down it,
causing her to inhale sharply.  He repeated the maneuver over and over,
flicking at her pouting lips, and dipped down for a minute to leave some of
those promised kisses on her beautiful round butt and wiggled his tongue
between her cheeks, licking at her little anus.  She giggled again as she
looked down at him and declared, "You're teasing me; no fair!"

   Tom peeked over her pussy and grinned at her, "All right, if that's how
you feel..." and plunged right back into her, slathering his tongue all
over her pussy, tugging at her lips with his own, and wiggling his tongue
inside of her.  Brenda closed her eyes tight and her smile got wider, as
she began to hump into his face.  Her breasts flopped and heaved as her
breathing got harder, her thighs quivered and jiggled with every thrust of
her hips.

   "I have to...  uhg...  warn you," she said, breathless and grunting, "if
you...  ooh...  make me cum just right, you'll...  oh...  OH...  get wet.
I...  OH...  squirt a little when I...  OOH...  OH!"

   That was all the incentive Tom needed.  As he continued to snake his
tongue inside her, he touched the top of her pussy to gently ease the hood
back and there it was: her clit, pink and swollen like a precious pearl.

   Tom slowly circled her clit with the tip of his tongue, making her whole
body stiffen up and gasp in delight.  He bore down on it, dragging the flat
of his tongue over it, then licked it back and forth.

   "Oh, God...  oh, yes..." she panted and hissed, "Oh yes, right there...
yes...  yes..."

   Tom explored her pearly nub, darting his tongue all over it.  When he
hit the lower right side of it, it made her body jump a little.  Sensing
this was her 'special spot', he proceeded to attack it.

   Brenda's eyes bugged out and her grin got wider, but she started to push
his head away with her hands.

   "Oh God, no...  no, please..."

   Tom quickly grabbed her wrists and held them down, putting his arms over
her thighs to hold them open, knowing that this was 'THE spot'.  He started
his assault on her again, and she got the look of terrified delight, like
she was on a roller coaster.

   "Oh, my God...  heehee...  no, no don't...  teeheehee...  oh shit, no...
no, not there; please, not there!" Brenda started to squirm and giggle as
her hips began quivering, "Oh God, NOT THERE!  IT TICKLES!  NOOOOOO!"

   Tom hungrily lapped at that spot near her clit and smiled to himself, as
Brenda writhed and squirmed under him, trying to get away from his invading
tongue.  But it was no use; Tom held her in place trapping her under his
mouth and exquisitely torturous tongue.  She thrashed her head back and
forth, giggling insanely and pleading with him to stop.

   Tom adjusted his hips slightly to make room for his cock which was
growing again, excitement running through it and him as he watched Brenda
wriggle about in sexual heat.

   Then her eyes got as wide as saucers as she started lifting her hips off
the floor as best she could, still giggling like a little girl.  Tom sensed
what was coming: she was almost there.  Mercilessly, he attacked her clit
and ate her pussy as if she were the last woman on Earth.

   "...oh...  Oh...  OH...  OH, FUUUUUUCK!" Brenda's moans of pleasure
turned into yelps of ecstasy as the first wave of her orgasm hit her, Tom
furiously lapping at her pussy and clit.  Then, like a little fountain
going off, tiny squirts of liquid leaped out of her pussy.  Not a lot, but
enough to wet down Tom's face and urge him on.

   He let go of Brenda's wrists to reach under her and grab two handfuls of
her jiggling ass, and she pounded and clawed at the carpet beneath her,
humping her pussy into Tom's mouth and squealing in delight.  She then
pulled and tugged at her tits, making her nipples harder.

   Tom slowed his assault, gently licking at her wet, hot pussy and gave
her clitoris a soft, loving tug with his tongue, bringing her down from her
orgasm.

   "Oh, oh, oh...  ohhhhhhhhh!" Brenda lowered her hips and her whole body
collapsed into a quivering, jiggling mass of gorgeous, creamy flesh.  Tom
paused to wipe his face, tasting her nectar by licking it off his hand.

   "Oh, shit!" she exclaimed in between breaths, "I haven't...  cum like
that...  in a...  long time."

   She propped herself up on her elbows, then Tom helped her sit up so she
could hug him, and vice versa.  She sat back to give him a scolding,
'stupid grin', look and said, "You son-of-a-bitch..." then kissed him with
fire-like passion, her tongue darting and playing with his, tasting some of
her juices on his lips, "...that was incredible."

   "Thank you for letting me," he replied, smiling as well, "Do you always
cum like that?"

   "Not lately, I haven't," she sighed, "Brad tried it once...  once.  The
minute I squirted, he backed off and said "that was nasty".  He never did
it again."

   "Like I said: he's an idiot.  How he could possibly leave someone like
you is beyond me." He reached up and stroked her hair, then cupped her face
in his palm, "You're warm, loving, your body is beautiful and delicious...
and I like the way you giggle and squirt when you cum.  It tells me that I
did something right."

   Brenda blushed as she smiled at him, then got a little serious, "Didn't
your fiancÃ(C) enjoy it when you did it to her?"

   Tom shook his head, "She never let me.  All she wanted was her weekly
dose of this," he grabbed his cock, which was hard and swollen again after
his oral assault on Brenda, "and the money I gave her to go shopping with.
She was so 'vanilla'; wouldn't do anything else, except lie there."

   "What a bitch," Brenda commented, reaching between his legs and stroking
his cock, "Well, I think I've got some ideas on how to add some 'chocolate
sauce and sprinkles' to your 'vanilla'.  I've wanted to try them out, but
Brad was the same way: boring."

   Tom raised an eyebrow, "Oh?  And just what do you have in mind?"

   Brenda grinned like the Cheshire cat, "I'll tell you after."

   "After what?"

   She lied back again, parting her legs and licking her lips, staring at
his throbbing dick, and winked.

   Tom didn't need to be told twice; he knew what she wanted.  Positioning
himself between her legs, Tom pointed his huge cock at her wet pussy and
rubbed the head up and down her slit, making her purr again.

   "Just go slow at first," she whispered, reaching down to hold her thighs
open, "I've never had anyone as big as you...  and I'm kind of small down
there."

   Tom leaned forward and kissed her, "No problem; I'll go easy."

   He gently eased the head of his cock into her moist folds, and she
moaned softly.  Going an inch at a time, Tom slowly entered her, then
pulled back a bit, then entered her again going a little deeper with each
thrust.  Brenda grunted and moaned as his dick stretched her pussy as he
went deeper inside her.  She finally grabbed his hips and pulled him to
her, and she arched her back and groaned loudly as he buried his member all
the way in.

   "Oh...  oh...  OHHHHHHH!"

   Tom smiled at her pleasure, but then got a worried look on his face; he
noticed a tear coming from her eye and started to back out of her, fearing
that he might have hurt her.  But Brenda quickly grabbed his hips again,
forcing him to stay put.

   "No, it's all right," she sniffled, "It's just...  it feels so good,
and...  it's been a long time since I've had a man inside me."

   Tom smiled down at her and wiped away the tear running down her cheek.
"He never deserved you.  You don't need someone like him, and you don't
need just sex...  you need to be made love to."

   Brenda smiled back at him, another tear coming out.  She embraced him,
hugging him close, and kissed him with gusto.  He did the same, pressing
his body into hers and feeling her heat, feeling her hard nipples rubbing
against his hairy chest, and feeling her legs wrap around his hips.

   Brenda clung to him as he lifted both of them off the floor and walked
down the short hall to the bedroom, her pointing the way as she gently
bounced up and down on his cock and gasped every time he took a step.  Once
there, she kissed and nuzzled his neck as his hands explored her body,
caressing and fondling her soft curves.

   Tom laid them both gently on the bed, him looking into her almond
colored eyes.  They clung to one another as he began thrusting in and out
of her pussy, slowly at first to make sure he didn't overwhelm her, then
picking up speed.

   As he nibbled at her neck and earlobe, Brenda ran her fingers through
his golden brown hair, grunting with every thrust, then raked her nails
across his back, "Oh, oh, oh...  oh yes...  yes...  oh God, you're so
fucking big!  Oh, yes!" Tom panted and growled, enjoying the velvety soft
squeezes her pussy was giving his cock, "Ohhhh, shit!  Your pussy is so
tight and hot...  ooh...  you feel so wonderful!"

   With a wicked grin, Brenda stopped his hip moments with her hands and
pushed him off, telling him to lie back.

   "'Vanillia', huh?  Well, I guess she's never done this to you, either."

   She lifted her leg over Tom's hips and straddled him, her pussy lips
rubbing the head of his dick.  Gripping it, she guided it into her wet hole
and eased herself down upon it slowly.

   "Oh...  Oh shit!  Oh, yes...  Yes!" When she finally had all of Tom's
member inside her, Brenda arched back and squealed, "YES!" drowning out
Tom's cry of pleasure.

   He couldn't believe it.  Almost three years of Helen just lying on her
back like a corpse while he pleased her, his only function other than being
her own private bank...  and now, here he was with this beautiful, spunky,
horny gal, who was pleasing him as much as she was herself, riding his cock
with a big smile on her face.

   "Oh God; you're huge!  I love it!" Brenda exclaimed, raising and
lowering her hips and lovingly squeezing his cock with her pussy.  Tom
could only stare and smile in awe as she bounced on his dick, enjoying
every inch of it.

   Brenda leaned back and grabbed his legs to steady herself, still humping
him and giving him a great view of his swollen meat sliding in and out of
her wet clam.

   "Oh, shit!" she said through clenched teeth, "You're so hard!  Your cock
is digging...  uh...  into my...  oh, OH...  G-spot!"

   Tom placed his hands on her shaking hips, helping her ride him.  He
dipped his thumb down to playfully flick at her clit, making her giggle and
squirm again.  After a few more minutes, Brenda got that 'look' on her face
again, eyes wide as well as her grin, and her thighs started to quiver.

   "Are you almost there?" he teased.

   Brenda looked at him, nodding her head quickly, "Mm-hmm."

   Tom smiled, "Are you going to cum?"

   "Mm-Hmm." Her hips moved faster and she started giggling more.

   "Are you going to cum hard?" Tom kneaded her thighs.

   "Mm-Hmm!" Her body arched back.

   "Are you going to cum all over my hard cock?"

   "MM-HMM!"

   Tom reached up and cupped her tits, thumbing her hard, pink nipples,
"Cum for me, Brenda; I want to watch you cum on me."

   That was it.  Brenda threw her head back, shaking it from side to side,
and released a shrieking "YES!", her hips undulating wildly, making her
boobs bounce in Tom's hands.

   Suddenly, she pushed herself up and laid herself on Tom's body.  She
straightened her legs out and started humping his cock so fast he thought
it would pop out of her pussy.  Then he felt cum boiling in his balls,
ready to burst forth.  Brenda propped herself up, arching her head and body
back, panting and moaning.

   "Oh shit!  Oh God, I'm gonna cum! ...yes...  yes...  Yes...  Yes!" Tom
felt her pussy squeezing his cock as she ground her hips into his and she
let out, "YYYYEEEEEESSSSS!!!!!" Brenda's pussy tightened up and started
drowning Tom's cock in squirts of pussy juice, wetting them both down, and
he knew he couldn't hold back any longer.

   Tom arched his hips up to Brenda's and every muscle and cord on his neck
flexed and stood out as he growled out a cry of release.  Brenda plunged
her pussy down on his cock, feeling it swell and throb, and groaned loudly
as his sperm blasted her pussy walls.

   It seemed like half an hour had passed until both of them felt their
orgasms subside, and Brenda collapsed on top of Tom, sweaty, hot, and
quaking all over.  Tom, catching his breath and focusing his eyes, held her
close to his chest, his pulsing member still snug inside her hot, wet cunt.

   "Oh...  my...  God..." she said, breathlessly, "That was the best fuck
I've ever had." She raised her head to kiss him, "Thank you."

   "Thank you," Tom replied, equally out of breath, "I've never been
anybody's 'best' before.  And you were wonderful."

   "So were you.  I've never been on top of a guy before; the 'jerk' just
jumped on me or took me from behind and fucked me until he came.  He didn't
even give me time to cum or nothing."

   "He didn't know a good thing when he had it.  'Idiot', remember?" Then
Tom got a look of regret, "I'm such a fucking fool.  In school, I had the
perfect girl right in front of me the whole damn time, and I couldn't even
get up the nerve to talk to her, let alone..."

   He stopped when a tear left her eye.

   "'Perfect'?" she smiled, "You really mean it?"

   Tom smiled back and nodded, "I really do.  You're passionate, you're
beautiful," he ran his hands over her back and ass, "You've got a great
body, and you're lots of fun in bed.  I enjoyed making love with you; I
could never say that to any woman, not even Helen...  and like I said: I
love the way you giggle and squirt when you orgasm." Tom reached up and
cupped her cheek, wiping away the tear with his thumb, "You...  were
definitely my 'best fuck'."

   Brenda beamed at him and stammered out, "I...  I've never been anyone's
'best', either."

   "Well then, here's to 'firsts'," Tom said sweetly as he took Brenda's
face in both hands, "and 'bests'." and lovingly kissed her.

   They laid there in bed, kissing and snuggling and playing with each
other.  Then Tom got a thought as he gently cupped one of Brenda's breasts.

   "So...  what are these 'ideas' you have to, uh..."

   "'Add sprinkles to your 'vanilla'?" Brenda finished, idly caressing his
cock, "Well, I've always wanted to have sex in different places, maybe even
outdoors.  The girls in the dorm at college got me hooked on the idea when
we went streaking once.  Brad didn't want to do anything fun, no matter how
many times I tried to coax him into..." She paused when she saw the smirk
on Tom's face, and asked, "What is it?"

   "I think I've got the solution.  How would like to help me with some
more experiments tomorrow?  Remember I told you that there were two rings?"

   Brenda raised her eyebrow at him, "What do you have in mind?"

   Tom matched her expression, his grin widening, "How would you like to go
out tomorrow with me...  and have some fun?"

   Brenda smiled.

   Possibilities, indeed...

   Ghost of a Chance Ch.  03

   Tom pulled into the lot of the city's park area and parked in the very
last slot at the end, far away from the benches, the restrooms and
maintenance shacks, and anyone who happened to be there.  A large tree and
some medium sized bushes partially concealed his car from curious and
wandering eyes.

   Tom turned to his driving companion and asked, "Are you ready?"

   "I think so," she replied, nervous.

   Brenda, the woman who Tom had saved from a rapist a couple of days ago,
climbed out of the car.  She was there to help Tom conduct experiments with
an unusual pair of rings he had found.  The rings had the ability to make
the wearers completely invisible, as well as give them the power to make
objects invisible, too.  Generally or specifically, any object within the
rings' power field, even people, could be made to vanish from sight.

   Tom had rescued Brenda from her attacker while he was wearing one of the
rings, and she had figured out that it was him who had saved her.  Because
he didn't want anyone to think she had lost her mind by telling them about
an invisible savior, Tom told Brenda the whole story about how he had found
the rings and how to use their unique ability.  He also made her promise
not to tell anyone about them or what they can do, fearing they could be
used for the wrong, even illegal, purposes.

   Tom made a promise to the previous owner, a gentleman farmer who wrote
the note and instructions left with the rings and used them during the turn
of the century, his newfound abilities would be used to help, not hurt.

   But it was okay (according to the long gone farmer) to have a little fun
with the rings, and that's exactly what he and Brenda were going to do:
have some fun.  Nothing mean or cruel, of course; just some harmless
'fooling around', like the fun Tom had when he first tried out the rings
during some risquÃ(C) pranks he had pulled the day after he discovered
them.

   Discovering each other, Tom and Brenda spent yesterday exploring their
bodies and sexual delights.  He enjoyed that wonderful afternoon (and
evening), making love to Brenda, who enjoyed Tom's sexual prowess as well
as his large penis.

   The discovery of their attraction and lustful yearning for each other
was glorious and magical for both of them, the pair feeling neglected for
want of companionship and tenderness, neither of which was given to them by
their respective (and 'ex') significant others.

   But Brenda, now having the courage to tell someone about her desire to
have more than just 'regular' sex, wanted to try out her fun and naughty
ideas with Tom, knowing he was on the same page as she was.  And Tom
obliged her by bringing her with him to the park to fulfill her wishes...
with a little invisible help.

   Tom got out of his car and joined her on the other side, "Okay, what
would like to try first?"

   Brenda shrugged, "I'm not sure; I've never done this before." She stood
there thinking about for a moment, then, "Okay, give me an idea of what to
do.  Show me what you did the other day."

   "Alright," Tom nodded and looked around, "Sit down over there, and watch
the fun." He pointed to one of the benches.  Grabbing a magazine out of the
car, Brenda sauntered over and sat down near the park's path.

   Tom looked around to make sure no one would witness him disappearing and
mumbled the words, 'Per is vox, lux lucis sinus', the inscription on the
inside of the ring, and slipped the ring onto his finger.  Pretending to
read her magazine, Brenda watched him fade from view and become invisible.
She sat back on the bench and readied herself for the 'show'.

   Their first experiment came in the form of a woman walking her small
dog. She was slim and athletic looking, wearing red shorts and what looked
like a sports bra/top.  Glancing over her magazine, Brenda's eyes widened
and she suppressed a smirk when she saw the lady's top and shorts vanish.

   She wasn't wearing anything under her top, and it was quickly noticed by
some guy in his car who slammed on his brakes to avoid running off the
park's lot into the bushes.  Brenda saw the poor man shake his head, as if
he were seeing things, at the sight of a woman walking her pooch wearing a
pair of white panties and nothing else.

   The lady turned at the sound of the squealing brakes just as her clothes
came back into view.

   The next test came in the form of another woman, this time getting out
of her car and setting her purse on the hood.  Digging out a make-up
compact, she checked her face and hair in the tiny mirror, not realizing
that her slacks were missing.

   The one person who did realize it was a man sitting in the car next to
her, and he grinned at the sight of her bare bottom, her ass crack topped
with the T-bar of the tiny thong she was wearing.

   Seeing his gaze in her mirror, the lady turned and gave him an annoyed
glare, not knowing she had just given the gazer a flash of camel toe when
her crotch was presented to him.  She simply huffed at the man and stalked
off, leaving him with a confused look when her pants return to the visible
realm.

   Brenda just hid her grin behind the magazine, and started a little when
she heard, "How was that?" whispered at her.  Tom, still invisible, was
sitting next to her.

   "Oh, my God," she giggled quietly, "That was hilarious.  That poor guy
in the first car, though..."

   "Yeah, I know," Tom chuckled, just as quietly, "We have to be careful.
We don't someone getting hurt by doing this." Brenda couldn't see it, but
Tom got a mischievous grin on his face and asked, "Are you ready for the
next test?"

   Brenda got butterflies in her stomach and said, "I'm ready...  I think."

   "Don't worry; I'll be right here with you the whole time."

   Tom waited for a young man he spotted to come up the path, and then
touched the strap of the zip-up summer dress Brenda was wearing.  She
gasped a little when she looked down from the magazine she held and saw her
dress disappear.

   Tom's dick started to stir at the sight of her creamy curves...  all of
them, for he had told her not to wear anything under her dress.  So when
the young man walked up, the first thing he saw was Brenda, sitting quietly
on the bench, reading her magazine...  and, with the exception of her
tennis shoes, completely nude.  He slowly walked up to her, almost
speechless.

   "Hi," said Brenda as the man approached, butterflies still fluttering
away inside her, and smiled.

   "Uh...  hi there," was all he could say at that moment.

   "Isn't it a great day?" she asked, noticing that his eyes were drifting
down to her full, round, and now visible, boobs.

   "Uh, yeah; it's...  beautiful...  uh, outside today." The young man
leaned in a little and asked, "Uh, should you be doing this?"

   Brenda gave him a fake, quizzical look, "Doing what, reading a
magazine?"

   "Uh, no; sitting here...  like that." He pointed to her body.

   "Like what?"

   The man looked around, "Look, some people might not like what you're
doing; if you ask me, they're all prudes.  But I'd hate to see someone as
pretty as you get the cops called on her, because..." and turned back to
Brenda, his face twisted in confusion when he saw her dressed in the outfit
she started with.

   "'Get the cops called on me' for what?" Brenda asked, still feinting
seriousness.

   The young guy just blinked a couple of times and sputtered, "Uh... 
um... nothing."

   "Are you all right?"

   "Uh...  yes... ...no." He slowly walked away, very confused.

   Once the guy was out of sight, Brenda started giggling and blushing all
over.  Still unseen sitting next to her, Tom added his chortles to hers.

   "Oh, my God," she squeaked out, "I can't believe I just did that."

   "Pretty cool, huh?" Tom commented.

   "That was exciting and scary at the same time," she whispered, "That guy
saw me naked...  but I wasn't, was I?"

   "Nope.  Technically, you were still wearing your dress."

   "That was weird; I could still feel it on my body...  but it wasn't
there."

   "You wanna do it again?"

   Brenda grinned and quickly nodded.

   Two elderly ladies walked by, chatting about this and that, and suddenly
gasped at the sight of Brenda standing up to stretch, wearing... 
absolutely nothing!

   Tom had to adjust his cock through his shorts, for it and his eyes were
enjoying the view of Brenda's round, luscious, bare ass.  And she almost
let loose a suppressed giggle, knowing full well she was flashing her tits
and her bare, almost bald pussy at the ladies.

   They whispered and huffed to each other about how 'indecent and
disgusting' it was for a woman to walk around that way but, when they
looked back to admonish Brenda, their faces froze in puzzlement.  Brenda
sat back down and picked up her magazine, fully dressed.

   One lady actually took off her glasses and inspected them, thinking that
they weren't working correctly.  Completely baffled, the two ladies walked
off still chatting about what they saw...  or didn't see.

   Brenda waited until the pair was down the path and out of earshot before
releasing a laugh into her magazine.  Tom, still invisible, joined her.

   "Oh, shit," she snickered in a small voice, "Did you see the looks on
their faces when they saw me?"

   "And the look afterwards when you were dressed again?" Tom finished, "I
think that one lady's going to have her glasses remade."

   Brenda chuckled...  and abruptly stopped when she heard, "What the joke,
sweetie?"

   Tom looked behind him at the sound of another voice, "Yeah, what's so
funny, honey?"

   Oh, fuck.

   "My name isn't 'sweetie' or 'honey'," Brenda groused, "and what are you
two suppose to be; refugees from the 80s?"

   Standing behind the park bench were two guys that looked like they
belonged to a punk rock band.  Dressed in dark, ripped clothes and wearing
spiked collars with dog chains attached, one had a spiked hairdo that was a
mixture of green and pink, and had his lip pierced in three different
spots.

   The other had a ring in his nose, the kind bulls wore, and a bald,
shaven head with a black widow spider tattoo etched on his crown.  Both
were grinning at Brenda, looking up and down her body and enjoying the
cleavage she was showing.

   "She's got a sassy mouth on her, Spider," Mr.  Hair Spikes said.

   "Yeah; I wonder what else she can do with it," replied his friend.

   "Leave me alone, Spider Head!  Get lost, and take your girlfriend with
you!" Brenda started to get scared, having been through something like this
once already, but calmed down when she heard, "Don't worry; I've got this"
whispered in her ear.

   The pair of punk rejects sauntered around the bench to get in front of
Brenda, preventing her from getting up and running.

   "C'mon, baby; show us what you can really do with that smart mouth of
yours." Hair Spikes unzipped his pants and fished around inside.

   "Yeah, and I'm next," said Spider, doing the same.

   "Oh, shit," Brenda hissed.

   "What?  You afraid of cock, sweet cheeks?" asked Spikes, pulling out a
rather average, and limp, penis from his pants.  It too was pierced with a
ring.

   "No," she answered, hesitantly, "I'm afraid that...  you two have just
made the biggest mistake of your lives."

   The two perverted punks just laughed for a second, then howled in pain
as both of their heads were slammed together.  Spider swayed for a moment,
then landed flat on his butt, while Spikes stumbled back waving his arms
trying to keep his balance.

   "What the fuck did you do that for?"

   Spikes shook his head to shake out the pain and answered, "Me?  I didn't
do anything, asshole!  You hit me!"

   "No I didn't, fuckhead; you did that!"

   Confused, they both turned to Brenda, who simply shrugged and said,
"Don't look at me, guys; I was over here."

   Growling, Spikes blurted out, "You little twat!  You think that's
funny?" He started to move in on her, "You ever been DPed by a couple of
real men?"

   "As soon as they show up, I'll let you know," was Brenda's scowling
reply.

   "You asked for it, you little bitch!"

   Spikes took one, maybe two steps towards Brenda...  and immediately fell
forward, catching his foot on something.  The shout of surprise barely had
time to come out of his mouth before his head made a solid connection with
the bench's metal armrest.  A dull clang sounded out, and Spikes hit the
ground rolling his eyes back and moaning, his forehead marked with a
swelling red welt.

   When he heard Brenda start to laugh, Spider tried to come at her,
saying, "You won't be laughing long, you little cunt." but never made it
more than a step.  The ring in his nose vanished, and he started to yelp,
bending forward as if someone was pulling him along by his nose.  He
started to cry and wail even more when he tried to reach out and grab at
whatever had him and, when he finally had a firm grip, discovered he was
grabbing...  nothing!

   For a split second, he thought he saw someone hanging onto his nose
ring, but then felt his head being pushed down sharply as he too kissed the
bench's armrest with his forehead.

   Landing near his partner, Spider shook off the effects of pain, rousted
his friend, and was trying to go after Brenda again.

   Okay; time to end this.

   "Okay, bitch," grumbled Spikes, regaining his balance, "after we're done
having fun with you, we're going to..."

   He never finished his sentence.

   Both of the goons started gagging and their eyes bugged out.  A second
or two later, Brenda saw both of them vanish.

   Pulling them close to him, Tom had each punk by his throat.  Their eyes
were as far out of their heads as possible, not expecting to see someone
come at them out of thin air.

   Putting on the meanest look he could muster, Tom growled, "No, means
'no'", and shoved both of them back to the ground, coughing and wheezing.

   The pair of punks got up and looked around, still trying to get their
breath, and saw...  no one standing anywhere near them.  But they did hear
something: a low, haunting laugh.

   Scrambling away from the area, Spikes grabbed his friend by his shirt
and started hauling him behind, hearing him asked, "Did you see that shit?"

   "No," he yelled back, "and you didn't see shit, either!  C'mon!"

   Both of them stumbled and tripped over anything and everything, trying
to run and get away from...  whatever they didn't see, and disappeared into
the brush behind the park.

   Looking around and seeing no one, Tom slipped the ring off his finger
and shimmered back into the visible world, seeing Brenda smiling at him. 
He put the ring back on, this time without reciting the Latin phrase (so he
wouldn't lose it) and stayed visible.

   "Are you okay?"

   She nodded and got up to hug him.  She didn't know whether to be amused
by the spectacle Tom put on for her or terrified at the thought of being
attacked again; she was laughing and shaking at the same time.

   "I'm sorry," he said, holding her close, "I didn't want you to go
through something like that again."

   "Don't be sorry," she replied, "It wasn't your fault; you had no idea
that was going to happen." She looked up into his eyes, "I knew you'd be
here to protect me."

   They held onto one another, oblivious to all who saw them.  Some simply
shrugged and went about their afternoon strolls, whiles others smiled at
them pleased to see two people together in love.

   That's when it hit Tom.

   It was the very thing missing from his life; something he never truly
had before.  No, not something...  someone; someone to hold, someone to
protect, someone to have fun with...

   Someone to love.

   That's what it is, he thought, that's what I've been feeling ever since
I saw Brenda again.  The feeling I've been missing for years!  You... 
c'mon Tom, you fucking coward; say it!

   You love her!

   "So...  what now?"

   Tom started at the sound of Brenda's question, snapping him out of his
thoughts, "Uh, what?"

   "You alright?"

   Gathering his thoughts back up and placing them into the here and now,
Tom replied, "That was my question of you."

   "I'm okay, really.  So, what do we do now?"

   "You sure you want to keep doing this?  I mean, after what just
happened..."

   Brenda shook her head, "Don't worry; I'm alright.  C'mon, we were having
fun; I want to keep going."

   Tom smiled back at her, "You're right; we're having a good time out
here. Let's keep going.  What do you want to do next?"

   Brenda fidgeted a little and asked, "Can I try the ring?"

   "I'll do you one better," Tom answered with a smile, and reached into
his pocket.  He pulled out the other ring he found in the box, identical to
the one he had, except smaller.

   She smiled in anticipation as he placed it in her hand and said, "Your
turn.  Give it a try."

   "It works just like yours?"

   "Actually, I'm not sure.  It's supposed to work like mine, but this one
is too small for any of my fingers, so I haven't tested it yet.  You get to
be the one that gives it a trial run."

   Brenda smile in expectance as they both sat back down on the bench, Tom
getting comfortable and opening the magazine.  They looked around and, when
no one was watching, Tom nodded to Brenda and said, "Now."

   "Per is vox, lux lucis sinus," Brenda whispered the exact words Tom
taught her, the same inscription that was inside his own ring, and slipped
the ring on her third finger.

   Tom heard her gasped as everything around her was in crisp focus with a
faint aura around each object she looked at, and whispered, "Shh, not too
loud.  Remember, people can't see you, but they can still hear you."

   "Oops...  sorry," she whispered back.  "Can you see me?"

   Tom shook his head slightly, "Not a hair.  Okay, now just touch
something, concentrate a little on it, and it will disappear."

   "Like this?" Brenda touched the sleeve of his T-shirt and Tom watched it
fade from sight, leaving his chest bare.

   "Perfect," he said, still whispering, "Be careful when you do this to
someone else; you don't want them to feel you touching them."

   "Right; got it." She let go, and his shirt was back on his body.  "This
is so cool; your shirt was just an outline, it looked weird," she quietly
giggled, as she spotted some people walking up the path, four in all; two
coming from each direction.  One pair was a couple of young ladies dressed
in office work clothes taking their lunch break, the other was a middle
aged couple out for an afternoon stroll, enjoying the beautiful, sunny day.

   Brenda grinned wickedly (though Tom couldn't see it) and asked, "Ready
to put on a show?"

   "Go for it," he answered, picking up the magazine off his lap and
pretending to read it.  He heard Brenda quietly snicker and felt her touch
his sleeve again, as well as the waistband of his shorts, knowing what she,
and the others, would see.  Like her, Tom wasn't wearing any underwear
either.

   The office girls walked passed Tom...  and Brenda clamped her lips shut,
trying not to burst out laughing, when she saw their eyes widen at the
sight of a man sitting on a bench, completely naked with a huge hard on
jutting out and up from his crotch.  Not saying a word, they walked by with
their eyes glued to his cock, mesmerized by its size, and almost bumped
into the other couple.

   The husband was distracted by something off to the other side of the
park and didn't see his wife, gawking and practically drooling at the sight
of Tom's nakedness, as well as his swollen member.  The grin on her face
went from ear to ear as her husband just chattered on, oblivious to the
show Tom was putting on and not realizing his wife wasn't paying any
attention to him.

   That is, until he nudged her and asked if she was listening to him.  She
jumped a little and said she was, then turned back to her view of free eye
candy.  But her grin changed into a frown when she saw the man on the bench
was not naked anymore, and wondered how the Hell he managed to get dressed
so fast.

   Brenda almost exploded into laughter when she saw the wife, obviously
horny from Tom's show, reach down and grab her husband's butt and whispered
in his ear.  The couple started walking faster down the path and hurried to
get home. Once everyone was out of sight, Brenda shimmered into view and
cracked up, unable to contain her laughter anymore.  Tom joined her, and
they both giggled and snickered like school children, not caring if anyone
saw them.

   "Oh, God," Brenda exclaimed between guffaws, "That was the funniest damn
thing I've ever seen!  Did you see those women staring at you?  They were
almost drooling!"

   "Especially the wife of that couple," Tom fired back with a chortle,
"You could tell what was on her mind."

   "Oh, I knew, even before she goosed her husband." Brenda had to stop for
a moment to catch her breath, she was laughing so hard.  They both laughed
for awhile, and she said, "Thank you, Tom," she held the ring up, "This is
the best time I've ever spent with someone."

   "You're welcome," Tom replied, smiling, "and you're right; it's more fun
when you have someone with you." He took Brenda by the hand and got up from
the bench.  As they walked back to the car, Tom asked, "Okay; are you ready
to take it to the next level?"

   Brenda nodded, a little nervously, "I think so.  What's the next test?"

   The pair got behind the car and, when no one was around, Tom said, "Put
your ring on."

   They said the inscriptions aloud, placed the rings on their fingers, and
disappeared...  but not completely.  They look at each other with confused
fascination and whispered, almost at the same time, "I can see you."

   Tom removed his ring, telling her to keep hers on, and Brenda
disappeared from his sight.

   "Nothing," he muttered, putting the ring back on.

   She shimmered into view again, the color of her form fading slightly as
if she were nothing more than a photo taken with black and white film. 
Brenda said he looked the same way, like an actor on an old black and white
TV show.

   "It must be another ability of the rings," Tom whispered, "It let's us
see each other when we're invisible."

   "Well, that's a good thing," she whispered back, "This way, I don't have
to wonder where you are, and vice versa."

   "I want to try something," he said, and told her to follow him in front
of the car.

   Down the path, a man was strolling towards them idly taking in the
scenery as he walked.  There was no way he couldn't have seen them standing
in front of Tom's car if they weren't invisible.

   "Okay," said Tom, holding up his hand as the man got nearer, "Touch my
hand."

   Brenda placed the flat of her hand against his as the man walked by
them, and Tom smiled and waved at him.

   Nothing.  No reaction from the stroller.

   They looked at each other...  no change.  They looked the same as
before.

   "That guy didn't see us," Tom deduced, "The two power fields don't react
to each other; we can touch each other without cancelling each other out."

   "Cool," Brenda smiled, looking around, "So, what's next?"

   Tom grinned and guided her to the side of his car.

   "Okay...  take your dress off."

   Brenda's eyes widened, then her grin as Tom pulled off his T-shirt and
shorts.  She giggled nervously as she unzipped her dress and slipped it off
her body, handing it to him.

   Tom quickly made the door disappear and opened it quietly, tossing their
clothes into the back seat and locking it, leaving the two of them outside
without a stitch of clothing on.

   "How are we going to get our clothes back," asked Brenda, cautiously
looking around her as she pulled her long brown hair back and secured it
with a hair tie.

   "I have an extra key in a magnet box; it's right underneath the car
behind the rear bumper.  Don't worry."

   "'Don't worry'?" Brenda halfheartedly covered herself, "We're both
standing out in the open...  naked."

   "But no one can see us," Tom retorted, "Watch."

   Brenda covered her mouth to prevent anyone hearing her laugh as Tom
walked right out onto the park path and stood in front of a woman who
stopped to light a cigarette.  He shook his hips at her, making his
semi-erect penis waggle about, but the woman noticed nothing and continued
on her way.

   Waving to her to join him, Tom watched Brenda sneak out from behind the
car, still uncertain, and quickly jog over to him.  His cock began to stir
as he watched her breasts jiggle and bounce upon her approach.

   "Oh, shit," she hissed in between giggles, "I can't believe I'm doing
this."

   "You said you've done this before." Brenda told him that she went
streaking once with her girlfriends in college.

   "Yeah, but that was at night," she countered.  She looked around again,
spying a man sitting on the bench.  "They really can't see me?"

   "Nope."

   Then Tom grinned as Brenda walked up to the man, strutting her stuff and
purposely wiggling her hips.  She stood right in front of him and grabbed
her boobs, shaking them almost in his face, then turned around and bent
over giving him a tongue wagging beaver shot.  The man just sat there and
removed a sandwich from a brown lunch bag, seeing nothing.

   Tom's dick started growing, watching Brenda put on a stripper show for
some guy, and he smiled as she sauntered back over to him.

   "Oh, fuck," she snickered, "They really can't see us, can they?"

   "They really can't," he smiled back, enjoying the sight of Brenda's nude
curves.

   She took him by the hand and they walked over to the open area of the
park, idly plodding pass the people walking or lounging about.  No one saw
the naked couple go by them and Brenda felt her pussy start to get moist,
excited by their nude, outdoor stroll.

   Tom felt frisky and reached down to grab a handful of Brenda's ass,
making her release a tiny "Ooh!" at being goosed.  Giggling, she suddenly
started jogging down the grassy area, flinging her arms out and skipping
happily; her pony tail whipping about her shoulders.

   Tom, enjoying the view of her wiggling ass, went after her.  She stopped
and turned to see him coming towards her, and snickered at the sight of his
cock and balls bouncing and bobbing up and down as he ran.

   They wrapped their arms around each other and hugged, her nipples
rubbing against his chest and his cock rubbing up against her little brown
muff.  They looked into each other's eyes and locked their lips and tongues
together, completely unnoticed by the passersby in the park.

   Tom saw the impish gleam in her eye as she reached down and started
stroking his member as she whispered, "This is making me horny...  I want
you right now."

   Using his cock as a leash, Brenda guided Tom over to a cement guard post
next to the parking lot, and leaned on it with her hands.  The post
disappeared; no one noticed.  She bent over and spread her legs apart,
giving Tom the same beaver shot the guy on the bench received but didn't
see.  His cock twitched at the sight of her looking over her shoulder and
winking as she licked her lips.

   Edging up behind her, Tom rubbed his hard dick up and down her ass crack
and reached around to grab two handfuls of her tits, feeling her hard
nipples rub into his palms.  Brenda sighed quietly and humped her ass back
at him, enjoying how slippery he was making her crack with his precum.

   She tried to be as quiet as she could, but couldn't help releasing a
tiny squeak when she felt his bloated cock head parting and squeezing
passed her pussy lips.  Tom did his best to be quiet as well, but let out a
clenched teeth grunt as he eased his dick inside Brenda.  Her wet, velvet
soft pussy tightened up around the shaft, pulling him in, and she let out a
long sigh when he had all of his cock buried in her snug hole.

   People walking by thought they heard something as they passed a certain
spot in the park: a few squeaks, maybe a small 'ooh' and 'oh', but saw
nothing.

   Tom and Brenda were having the time of their lives, being in the middle
of the park during the day, butt naked and fucking in front of a dozen or
so people, and none of them suspecting a thing.

   Thrusting in and out of her delightfully tight cunt, Tom felt Brenda
begin to tremble and heard her trying to suppress a fit of giggles, telling
him she was going to cum.  He fucked her faster and she arched up on her
toes, making her legs stiff, and started hissing giggles through her teeth.
Her thighs quivered as he played with her tit in one hand, and kneaded and
squeezed her ass with the other.

   Tom dipped a finger between her cheeks and playfully wiggled it into her
tight asshole, and that sent her over the edge.  She arched back and shook
her head back and forth, still hissing and panting out giggles as she came
all over Tom's cock.  She drenched his hard-on and balls in squirting pussy
juice, squeezing the shaft with her orgasmic contractions, and desperately
trying not to let out squeals and yelps of delight that would give away
their unseen position.

   Tom's full balls were starting to bubble over with cum and knew he was
close.  Brenda felt his cock twitching inside of her and quickly slipped
off of it, causing the post to reappear when she let go of it.  Squatting
down, she grabbed his wet, slippery rod and furiously pumped it up and
down.

   Tom arched back and let out a few suppressed grunts as Brenda jacked him
off, attracting the attention of a few puzzled strollers who looked around
for the source of the sounds they heard, but couldn't see anything.

   Brenda smiled open mouthed as she watched Tom's cock twitch and jerk,
more precum oozing from the tip.  Knowing what kind of load he was capable
of producing, she lowered her head down and quickly started licking and
sucking on his swollen balls, her fist still stroking his cock.

   Every muscle in Tom's body tensed up, and he let out a muffled groan as
a huge wad of sperm launched itself out of his dick, over Brenda's
shoulder, and landed on the front bumper of the car parked near them with a
splat.  Another blast of cum joined it a second later.  Brenda didn't give
anymore cum a chance to land on the car; she lifted her head and engulfed
his swollen cock head with her mouth, sucking and slurping out the rest of
his spunk.

   Tom released a satisfying sigh as he felt the last of his semen pour out
of his dick and Brenda's tongue licking it away from its head and
swallowing it.  She made his knees quiver a little when she wiggled the
point of her tongue into his piss hole, teasing him.

   Once finished, Brenda rose up with a smile, wiping cum and spit from her
mouth, and whispered, "That was fun; I've always wanted to do this outdoors
during the day."

   "Me too," Tom smiled back, "and we did it with people around us."

   Just then, a man walked up and started to get into the car they were
standing (or rather fucking) next to.  But he stopped and looked down at
the front bumper, scowling at the blobs of cum dripping off it and
muttering, "Damn birds." The naked couple just snorted as the man drove
off.

   "This is so much fun," Brenda said, her arms around his neck, "Thank you
for sharing this with me; this is the best time I've ever had," and kissed
him.

   Tom, pulling her close and returning the kiss with nothing short of
love, replied, "I've enjoyed every minute of it, and the best part is...  I
got to enjoy it...  with you."

   Brenda beamed a bright smile at him, and they continued their lustful
making-out, kissing and fondling and groping each other, completely naked
and without anyone noticing.

   Should I tell her?  Should I tell her how I really feel about her?  I
know it's been only a couple of days, but I can't help feeling the way I
feel.  She's the one thing that's been missing from my life, and I...

   But Tom stopped his thought when Brenda got a sparkle in her eye, giving
him that mischievous grin again.

   "Uh oh," Tom muttered with a look of apprehension, "Now what have you
got in mind?"

   She took his hand and led him behind some tall bushes near a bend in the
path and, checking to make sure no one was looking...  took her ring off.
Tom's eyes bugged out, knowing she was standing out in the open, in plain
sight, in the nude.  Tom quickly removed his ring shimmering back into
view, his naked body now visible.

   "What are we doing?" he quickly whispered.

   With a nervous giggle, Brenda answered, "We're going streaking."

   "But, if we get caught..."

   "But we won't," she countered, putting the ring back on her finger.  Not
reciting the ring's inscription, she remained visible.  "When we get to the
other side near the car, we'll become invisible; they'll never catch us."

   Tom slipped his ring back, remaining visible as well, and grinned,
"You're crazy."

   "I know, but I've always wanted to do it during the day." she winked
back.  "So let's do it before I chicken out.  Ready?  One...  two... 
three!"

   They both ran out from behind the bush and started jogging straight down
the path, both of them smiling and enjoying the feeling of the sunshine
touching their skin and the liberating sensation of being naked outdoors,
this time in full view of anyone and everyone.

   'Anyone and everyone', when they finally noticed, gawked at the pair of
nude joggers running down the trail.  Women were grinning at the sight of
Tom's muscular body, not to mention his large penis wagging up and down,
while men were ogling Brenda's naked curves, mesmerized by her bouncing
boobs and jiggling ass.  They even heard a few cheers, wolf whistles, and
applause from the spectators, making Tom's dick get hard again and Brenda's
pussy get moist and tingly at the sounds of approval.

   Well, not everyone approved.  An elderly lady scoffed at the pair and
swung her purse at Tom as they passed her, hearing her call them,
"Perverts!"

   Tom looked back at her and started to laugh, but stopped himself when he
saw trouble.

   "Oh, shit!"

   "What?" Brenda asked, and looked back over her shoulder...  and saw what
he saw, "Oh, shit!"

   A police car had pulled up into the lot and both officers bolted from
the cruiser upon seeing Tom and Brenda's naked butts running down the path.

   "Quick, over here!" Brenda said, and veered off behind the hedges on the
other side of Tom's car, with Tom right behind her.  They were actually
laughing like little kids, knowing the cops would be coming over any
second, but they took off the rings and said at the same time, "Per is vox,
lux lucis sinus.", then slipped them back on, fading from sight.

   They quietly snuck around the hedge and along side the car just as the
two police officers darted passed them and around the bushes.  Tom reached
under the rear bumper and pulled out a small black box with a magnet on the
back and, opening it, plucked out a car key.

   Making the door invisible again so as not to let anyone see it opening
by itself, Tom and Brenda snuck into the back seat and quickly got dressed,
Brenda pulling out her hair tie knowing they saw a naked girl with a pony
tail streak down the path.

   "Okay, take off the ring and act like we've been back here for a while,"
said Tom.

   They both became visible again and hugged each other, pretending to be
making out in the back seat.  They didn't have to pretend that much,
however; they started fondling and necking like two teenagers, just as the
officers appeared out from behind the hedge with looks of puzzlement.

   Tom and Brenda stopped their necking when they heard a tap at the
window, and Tom rolled it down and innocently asked, "Problem, Officer?"

   "Uh...  you two didn't happen to see two streakers run by here, did
you?"

   "'Streakers'?" asked Brenda, "As in, people running around naked?" She
shook her head, "No, we haven't seen anyone doing that."

   "They ran right passed your car, Miss."

   "Well, maybe," said Tom, "but we were...  uh, a little distracted," he
smiled at Brenda who was still wrapped in his arms and cuddled up to him.
She looked up at the two cops and flashed a sheepish grin at them.

   "Oh...  uh, yeah; I guess you were," the cop muttered, catching a
glimpse of Brenda's cleavage.  "Uh look, some folks might get upset seeing
you two...  uh, you know...  in public.  So, if you wouldn't mind..."

   "Oh sure, Officer," Tom piped in, "No problem; we'll go somewhere else."

   "Oh, of course," said Brenda, both of them getting out of the back seat,
"We're sorry; we didn't mean to...  you know."

   "No, it's okay Miss.  I mean, technically you weren't doing anything
wrong." The officer shrugged a little with a smile and continued, "It's
just that there are some older folks around here who don't approve of that
sort of thing going on.  They're kinda set in their ways, and we don't want
to upset them too much.  Know what I mean?"

   "Oh, absolutely," agreed Tom, "We understand."

   "You're right," Brenda chimed in, returning the officer's smile with her
own, "It's no problem; we'll go someplace else."

   "I appreciate that, folks," the officer tipped his hat and, "Sorry to
have bothered you."

   "No bother at all," Tom smiled, and added, "I hope you find those two
streakers."

   "Damnedest thing; they just disappeared around the bushes and 'poof',
gone." Both cops shrugged and the other said, "I suppose we'll find 'em
eventually, and if not...  oh well.  Have a nice day, folks."

   The pair of officers wandered back to their cruiser, glancing around the
park and checking around trees and parked cars, and waved at Tom and Brenda
as they rode out of the lot.

   Tom made sure he had a good grip on the wheel before he let loose a
laugh that might have made him lose control of his car.  Brenda was gasping
for breath, unable to stop laughing.

   "Oh my God!" she blurted out after catching her breath, "That was
thrilling!  We almost got caught!" She smiled at Tom and started rubbing
his leg, "That was the most exciting thing I've ever done...  and now
you've made me really horny."

   "Me?  It was your idea."

   She giggled and reached between her legs and started playing with
herself, "Let's go back to my house; we can experiment more with the rings
tomorrow."

   Tom glanced at the naughty look on her face, then, releasing his thigh,
saw her pull the zipper down on her dress enough to release one of her
breasts.  His cock made a huge bulge in his shorts at the sight of her
fondling her nipple and playing with her pussy, diddling her clit with her
middle finger.

   She's right, he thought, hurrying down the street to her house.  We've
got plenty of time for more invisible fun later.

   But, for now...

   Tom gunned the engine and hurried to get back to her place as she
unzipped the rest of her dress, wearing that big, mischievous grin again.

   Oh, man; was I right about those possibilities...

   Ghost of a Chance Ch.  04

   Tom pulled into the supermarket parking lot and parked far down at the
end.  His companion, Brenda, smiled and started to undress, but he stopped
her.

   "Not yet; put the ring on first."

   Putting on a fake grin, she unzipped the summer dress she wore and let
her boobs fall out, innocently saying, "Oops, I forgot."

   Knowing she was teasing him, Tom playfully scolded her, "You behave."

   "Uh uh; I wanna be naughty," she replied, unzipping her dress and
revealing the rest of her naked body.

   "I think I've created a horny monster," he said, grinning as he untucked
his shirt from his shorts, "We'll do that later, but for now..."

   Brenda rolled her eyes, still grinning, "Oh, alright," and pulled the
gold ring from her finger.

   It was one of a pair of rings Tom had found buried in a box in his yard.
The note that was with them said that the rings had the ability to make the
wearers invisible and Tom had spent a day experimenting with his newfound
power.  Later, he asked Brenda, an old classmate and a woman whose life he
had saved from an attacker while being invisible, to join him in testing
the rings' abilities.

   The pair spent the day in the park, pulling pranks on people and walking
around the grassy parkland in the nude.  They even had sex in front of a
dozen people, not one of them suspecting or seeing a thing even though they
thought they heard some love making sounds coming from somewhere.

   One of the most exciting parts for them was when they took off their
rings, becoming visible and went streaking through the park, much to the
delight of the park patrons.  They were almost caught by the police who
happened to pull up in time to see two naked butts running down the jogging
path.  But slipping the rings back on and fading from view, Tom and Brenda
avoided the cops easily, leaving them wondering where the two nudists had
run off to.

   That night, excited and horny from their naked escapade, they made love
like no other couple; christening every room in her house and even had a go
at her backyard.  They loved each other under the stars, with and without
the rings' invisible help, and Brenda thought for sure that she caught her
neighbor peeking at them through his curtains.

   But for Tom, the magical part of their adventures was locked away inside
his heart; he wanted to tell her how he really felt about her.  Ever since
they met up again, he was feeling something deep inside of him that he
hadn't felt in years, and discovered that it was love.  But, not having the
confidence that should have come his way during their high school years to
tell her, Tom couldn't say what was truly in his heart...  at least, not
yet.

   I'll tell her...  when the time is right.

   In the meantime, they decided to test their invisible abilities further
and pick up where they left off yesterday.

   Tom and Brenda recited the inscriptions inside their rings, saying "Per
is vox, lux lucis sinus" (possibly old Latin for 'With this power, the
light bends), and slipped them back onto their fingers.  The pair shimmered
out of the visible realm and vanished.  They got out of the car quietly,
leaving their clothes lying on the floor near the back seat and, with the
exception of their shoes (for contact with any part of their bare skin
would render any object they touched invisible, including a part of
whatever they walked on), strolled across the parking lot and into the
store completely in the nude.

   Brenda's heart started beating faster at the thought of walking around
the store she always shopped at, naked.  She knew she shouldn't be nervous
being invisible and all, having done this very thing in the park yesterday,
but still...

   "Ready to go have some more fun?" Tom whispered at her.  She grinned and
nodded, anticipating the fun of pulling a few harmless pranks, not to
mention risquÃ(C) ones.  The rings' power allowed the two of them to see
each other while being invisible, and she saw Tom grin back at her.

   Brenda came up with the first prank when they were near the frozen foods
aisle.  She walked up to one of the freezer doors and touched the handle,
making it disappear, and opened it.  No one noticed the top to bottom glass
door vanish as she waited for the glass to fog up.  With a small giggle,
she pressed her boobs against the door making her nipples instantly hard
from the cold.  She did the same with the door next to it; this time
pressing her ass against the glass, then stepped back over to Tom to watch
the fun.

   They both covered their mouths and suppressed their laughter (for, even
if no one saw them, they could still be heard), watching the reactions from
store patrons upon seeing the imprints of Brenda's body parts on the glass
doors.  The looks on people's faces ranged from blushing grins to indignant
shock at the sight of the impressions of her tits and ass left behind on
the fogged up glass.  It was almost certain their thoughts also led them to
wonder who in the store was responsible for such lewd behavior.

   Tom and Brenda worked their way over to a quiet spot near the canned
goods and quietly snickered at their prank, but Tom stopped as he spied a
woman coming around the end.  The little brunette was wearing a short
summer dress that covered a thin figure, and Tom whispered to Brenda that
he wanted to show her what he had done the other day to a young lady
wearing something similar.

   He walked up to the woman who was standing near an empty product strip
hanging from the shelf, and plucked it off its hanger.  Snagging one of the
hooks into the hem of her dress, he hooked it back onto the shelf, then
stepped back.

   Brenda's eyes lit up and her mouth dropped open in a smile as she
watched the lady placed some cans in her cart and walk away from the shelf.
The product strip caught and lifted her dress up above her hips, revealing
her tiny, baby blue panties that did basically nothing to cover her little
round ass cheeks.  The woman yelped when she realized that she was exposing
herself and quickly snatched her dress off the strip and smoothed it back
out, hurrying down the aisle with her face flushed red.

   "This is great," whispered Brenda in between quiet giggles, "We can have
lots of fun in here."

   "We just have to be careful," warned Tom, "We don't want to get too
carried away with stuff and make people think they're nuts."

   "Speaking of 'nuts'", Brenda grinned as she reached down to playfully
fondle Tom's balls, "these need to be emptied."

   He swatted her hand and scolded, "You behave yourself."

   She shook her head and grinned, this time grabbing his growing cock and
started stroking it.  Tom sighed at the great feeling of Brenda's soft,
delicate fingers fondling and caressing his shaft...  but she abruptly
stopped with a 'I've got an idea' look on her face.

   "Let's go to the produce section," she whispered and walked him over to
the other side of the grocery area, his cock still in her hand.  Looking
over the fruits and vegetables tables, she spotted the very thing she
needed to carry out her plan.

   "Stand in between those," she said, pointing to two, free standing,
displays in the middle of the floor, almost back to back leaving a narrow
gap between them.  The bottom shelf of each stand ran all the way across,
but the rest were divided in the middle by a small space used by the
store's employees to better restock the shelves and tend to any equipment
underneath.

   From the wicked grin Brenda was flashing him and from what he saw on the
shelves, Tom knew what she had in mind.

   The shelves were stocked with bananas.

   Tom got into the shelf divide and leaned over the bottom shelf, grabbing
his cock and pointing it outward over a bunch of ripe, yellow bananas.  He
waited for a few minutes as Brenda stood at the end of the shelves, smiling
in anticipation, when a middle aged woman wandered up to the stands.  Not
bad looking in Tom's eyes, with long reddish hair streaked with a touch of
gray and slightly sagging breasts that filled out her T-shirt quite nicely.

   Brenda actually licked her lips waiting for the woman to make a grab for
Tom, and slipped her hand between her legs to rub at her pussy.  She wasn't
disappointed.

   The woman saw the bunch she wanted and reached for them...  and got a
peculiar look on her face when she felt something other than a banana in
her hand.  She looked down and saw a long, hard penis in her palm, and
almost yelped in surprise.  Almost, because she then looked up and saw who
it was attached to.  Tom just shrugged and smiled.

   Outside of Tom's power field, the lady couldn't be seen; she disappeared
a second after she grabbed his cock.  Fortunately nobody saw her vanish,
the other patrons busy with their shopping, except for Brenda who was
standing not three feet away from her, watching with delight as the woman
fondled Tom.

   She looked at Tom...  then his cock...  and grinned as she started
stroking it, enjoying its size and stiffness in her hand.  Tom leaned back
a bit and sighed happily as the woman jacked him off, cautiously looking
around her to make sure no one noticed her obscene playing.  No one did,
for she too was invisible (even though she didn't realize it), the other
store goers not giving her a second glance.

   When she looked in Brenda's direction, Brenda froze for a second, her
hand still between her legs.  But the woman didn't seem to notice that
there was a naked girl standing three feet away from her and playing with
herself.

   She can't see me, Brenda thought, the rings must only work for us when
we're invisible, and not anyone else.  I'll tell Tom about it when she's
finished playing with him.

   Brenda just snickered quietly watching Tom receive a hand job from some
stranger, and saw his cock begin to twitch; he was going to blow his load
soon.

   Using the precum blobbing out of his piss hole to lubricate his member,
the woman pumped Tom dick up and down faster and smiled when he leaned back
farther and quietly moaned.

   Then Brenda's eyes almost popped out of her head when she saw the woman
quickly drop her head and swallow Tom's cock head with her lips, sucking on
it like a straw.  Tom's hips quivered and she knew he had just ejaculated,
seeing the woman's eyes widen and her cheeks puff out slightly.  She sucked
harder, making sure to get all of his cum out, but coughed a little when
she couldn't keep his load in her mouth.  Some of his cum dribbled passed
her lips and landed on the bunch of bananas under his balls.

   The woman finished her 'snack', releasing Tom's cock from her mouth and
letting go of it to wipe at her lips and chin.  She looked at Tom and
whispered, "Thank y...", and her smile dropped into a confused frown when
she saw the handsome young man was no longer there.

   The woman then yelped in surprise when another shopper bumped into her.

   "Oh, I'm sorry," the shopper said, "I didn't see you there."

   "Uh...  it's okay," she replied, looking back at the spot where her
naked boy toy was standing, still confused.  Then she looked down at the
bananas she was going to grab in the first place and saw them spotted with
sperm.  Trying to hide her grin, she picked up the 'fertilized' fruit and
placed it in her cart, absentmindedly wiping at her mouth as she left the
shelves.

   Tom, crouching under the shelf stand, saw Brenda sneak in and crawl
under next to him.  They had a hard time containing their fits of laughter.

   "Oh, my God," hissed Brenda, "That was hilarious."

   "Shit," Tom hissed back, "I thought for sure she was going to freak out
when she saw what was in her hand."

   Brenda smiled and looked at him askance, "Yeah, you were enjoying it I
saw."

   "I was, but now...  it's your turn."

   Brenda almost let out a giggle as she stood up and placed herself above
the banana shelf just as Tom did.  She had to bend over a bit to place her
boobs just above another bunch, and gave Tom a mouth watering view of her
pussy peeking out from between her thighs.

   But just as Tom was going to grab her thighs and start licking her
crotch, a commotion broke out at the front of the store.

   Shoppers and employees cried out in fright as two men entered the store,
wearing masks and brandishing guns.  Tom and Brenda peeked out from under
the shelves, seeing the pair of robbers pointing their weapons at anyone
close to them and listened to their demands.

   "Alright!  We want all the money in the registers, now!  Put it in bags
and hand them over, and no one gets hurts!  Anybody tries anything funny,
and..." One of the robbers grabbed a grocery bagger, pressing the barrel of
his handgun against her head, making her yelp in terror, "...she's the
first one that gets it!"

   "Tom," Brenda whispered, tilting her ear towards the pair of goons, "I
know that voice.  That's the guy that..."

   "I know," Tom hissed back, eyeing the pair with red hot anger, "I
recognize one of them." He pointed to the one holding the sawed off
shotgun.

   Just under the goon's nose, the outline of a large hoop protruding from
under the ski mask he wore could be seen.

   Oh, shit; not these two again.

   Brenda was almost attacked yesterday in the park by two upstarts that
looked like they were leftovers from a punk rock band, and would have
succeeded if not for Tom.  Invisible, he trounced their perverted plans for
Brenda as easily as he had defeated her would-be rapist a few days earlier
and scared them off, thinking that they wouldn't be bothering anyone for a
while.

   "Apparently, they haven't learned their lesson," said Tom, now out from
behind the stands and heading towards the punks.

   He stopped when Brenda grabbed his arm and quickly whispered, "Tom,
don't; they're armed."

   "But we've got the advantage, remember?" He held up his hand, the one
with the ring on one of his fingers.

   "We may be invisible, but that doesn't make us bullet-proof."

   "All we have to do is hold them here long enough for the cops to get
here."

   "'If' they get her," Brenda looked wearily at the cashiers emptying
their registers.

   "They will, once I hit the alarm," Tom and Brenda worked their way
quietly around one of the check out lanes not being manned.  Tom reached
under the register shelf and, sure enough, felt the emergency response
button that would set off the silent alarm and pressed it.

   "Okay, keep them between us.  We'll fake them out and stall them.  If
they start shooting, duck for cover."

   Brenda kissed him quick and added, "You be careful, too."

   The invisible pair got on opposite sides of the robbing duo and readied
themselves for the attack.  Tom was behind a large display of two liter
soda bottles and Brenda grabbed an empty shopping cart, making it vanish
the moment she touched the handle.

   "C'mon; hurry up!" yelled the one with the bagger in his clutches.  The
cashiers doubled their efforts to stuff more money into grocery bags.

   Signaling Brenda to get ready, Tom made his move.  He grabbed a can of
vegetables out of someone's cart and tossed it over to the other side of
the register lanes.  The can clattered across the tile floor and clanked
against another display.

   Both goons turned towards the sound of the crashing can, readying their
weapons, but didn't see anything or anyone.  Distracted, neither one of
them saw the soda bottle display start to lean and fall, especially the one
who was standing right next it.

   The one with the hostage turned back to his cohort and, seeing impending
doom heading straight for his partner, yelled, "Spider, look out!"

   Too late.  By the time Spider reacted to his pal's warning, the heavy
bottles were already on top of him.  Only half of his yelp of surprise made
it out of his mouth as the display came crashing down on him, knocking his
shotgun out of his hands and spraying him with every flavor of soda there
was.  One bottle managed to slam directly into his forehead, the resulting
impact slamming the other side of his head into the floor and putting his
lights out.

   Spike, Tom and Brenda already knowing who it was under the mask, just
stared dumbfounded at his unconscious partner for a moment, then turned his
attention to the rest of the store's occupants.

   "Alright, who did that?" he shouted, waving his gun around...  and his
eyes bugged out when he felt his gun being snatched out of his grasp and
disappearing.

   "I did."

   The voice was low and menacing.  Spike, distracted by the haunting
response and inadvertently releasing the young bagging girl, slowly looked
around him...  and his bottom lip began to tremble when he heard, "Remember
me?" growled at him.  The mask he wore was snatched off his head,
confirming that it was indeed the green and pink haired loser that tried to
molest Brenda in the park.

   Brenda readied herself by the door, shopping cart poised and ready to
roll, smirking at the wet spot that formed in front of the punk's pants.

   Giving up on his knocked out partner in crime, Spike bolted from the
registers and ran for the doors.  But he didn't get more than three steps
before he let out a yelp of terror as he crashed into something.

   Brenda pushed and let go of the cart, which came back into view, and
stepped back to watch Spike tackle it.  The cart tipped over with his foot
caught in the bottom rung and catapulted him over it, sending him into the
candy machines.  Colorful candy chocolates, gumballs, and glass flew out in
every direction when Spike's body slammed into the display and hit the
floor in a crumpled heap.

   A big red knot formed on one side of his forehead and small rivulets of
blood oozed out of his mouth and a couple of cuts on his cheek as Spike's
body collapsed.  His eyes rolled back into his head...  and that was that.

   Tom carefully picked up the punk's gun and wiped it off, using some
paper towel under one of the registers and, placing it back on the floor
near the bagger area, snuck over to his nude partner.

   "Nice shot," he whispered into Brenda's ear.

   Smiling back, she replied, "Thank you.  Yours, too; the soda display was
brilliant."

   Just then, they heard sirens wailing outside as police cars roared up
and squealed to a stop in front of the store.  One of the store managers
waved at the cops to come in, and four of them charged inside, guns drawn
and ready, and almost immediately relaxed when they saw the two robbers
lying on the floor and out of commission.

   While the store personnel, scared shoppers, and police exchanged
questions and answers, Tom and Brenda slipped out of the supermarket,
unseen.

   "Let's walk for awhile," Brenda suggested, "If they see us leaving the
scene of a crime in the car..."

   "You're right," Tom nodded, "We'll let things cool down for awhile, then
we'll come back."

   Still naked and invisible, the pair walked around the neighborhood next
to the store, the residents not taking any notice of them.

   "Oh, I forgot to mention something," said Brenda, "When that lady was
stroking you off at the banana section, she could see you, right?"

   Tom grinned, "Yeah, she saw me."

   "Well, I was only a couple of feet away from you two and she looked
right at me.  She didn't even notice that I was there; she couldn't see
me."

   Tom thought about it for a minute, then, "I guess it works the same way
as them touching anything.  They can't make anything invisible when they're
inside the power field; I guess that means they can't see anything that's
invisible, either.  I mean, someone else using a ring too; they can't see
you the way I can."

   "So the rings just work for the persons wearing them, and no one else."

   "It looks that way.  Well, we're still going to have to be careful what
we touch.  That's why I wiped off the gun I grabbed."

   Brenda was going to ask "Why?" when her eyes lit up and realized what he
meant.  "Fingerprints."

   "Right.  If we do anything else to help someone or stop somebody from
committing a crime, we have to make sure we don't leave any evidence behind
for the police to find."

   Brenda stopped their walk and faced him, "'Anything else'?  You want to
do this full time?" "Well...  think about it.  We're invisible; that's a
major advantage.  We could take down assholes like those two nitwits in the
store easily, and they'll never figure it out."

   "And if they do 'figure it out' and tell someone..."

   "Who are they going to tell?  And what would they say?  "Two naked
people stopped me from robbing a store...  oh, and they were invisible."?
Who's going to believe them?"

   Brenda, hands on her hips in a scolding posture, just lifted an eyebrow,
"I'd be more worried about you getting hurt than somebody finding out who
we are and what we can do."

   Tom closed in on her and took her in his arms, "Believe me, I'd be more
worried about you.  I don't want anything happening to you, because..."

   "'Because' what?"

   Tom stared into Brenda's brown eyes and wanted to say what was truly in
his heart.  He desperately wanted to tell her how much he cared for her,
how much he needed someone like her in his life, how much he...

   He couldn't make the words come out.  Even after all he and Brenda had
experienced over the past few days, he still didn't have the confidence to
come right out and tell her that he had fallen in love with her.

   Tom leaned in to kiss Brenda, holding her close and rubbing her soft
skin...  and got a strange look on his face as he stared across a lawn at
the house next to them.

   "Tom, what's the matter?" Brenda craned her neck to look in the
direction of his intense stare.

   Two young men were loading a plasma screen TV into the back of a van,
placing it beside other high end items already inside.  The nude pair crept
up to the vehicle, seeing among the assorted items a CD/stereo system, a
computer with all the extras, two laptops, and various boxes filled with
CDs, jewelry, and silver brick-a-brack.  They watched the two guys looked
carefully around them, as if they were afraid of being seen, and hurried
back into the house, leaving the door open.

   "What do you think?"

   Tom answered Brenda's question as he walked up to the front door, "Let's
check it out."

   The intrepid pair peeked inside the house and saw a living room, devoid
of any valuable items.  They quietly entered and were going to start
searching when they both heard a door open at one end of the home, then
heard footsteps clomping down wooden stairs.  They made their way through
the kitchen and saw the open door that led to the basement.  Carefully
creeping down the staircase so as not to make the wood steps creak, Tom and
Brenda almost gasped at the sight before them when they reached the bottom.

   "Okay, that's everything," one of the two men said, the other one saying
a beat after, "Yeah, thanks for the stuff."

   The person they were addressing was a woman, about thirty-ish with
mussed blond hair and slightly shorter than Brenda...  with her hands tied
up and yanked over her head and a gag stuffed in her mouth.  She was
semiconscious, dangling from a ceiling beam with the rope flung over it and
tied off to a metal support pole.  She tried to get better footing but, in
her present position, could only balance herself on her toes, and the welt
on her cheekbone swelled her eye shut.

   "Before we go," the bigger of the two chuckled, "we're going to have
some fun with you, and make sure you don't tell anyone about us."

   The terrified woman wearily shook her head and pleaded with them with
muffled grunts.  The big goon just laughed and unzipped his pants while the
other one got behind her and started removing her clothes.  He had just got
her pants and panties down to her ankles when he suddenly stopped at the
sound of something scraping the cement floor.

   "What's that?"

   He looked at his partner for an answer, but the only response he got was
a loud clang.  The big goon's eyes rolled back and his body slumped to the
floor, out cold.

   Just as the other one made a move to help his partner, he heard "Psst."
and turned sharply at the sound beckoning him.  A fraction of a second
later, he immediately doubled over, grabbing his crotch and bellowing to a
pitch no man should have been able to hit.  Then, with a loud crack, his
head jerked sideways and he fell to the floor joining his friend in
unconsciousness.

   "Get her down; I'll take care of these two," Tom said, tossing the
shovel off to the side.  Brenda, dropping the now broken tennis racket,
went to the pole and untied the knot, slowly lowering it to let the lady
regain her balance.

   The woman let her arms drop while Brenda put her pants back on for her,
and guide her over to a chair to untie her hands.  Rubbing her forearms to
get the circulation in them going again, Brenda saw the woman trying to get
a good look at the ones who saved her, but the hit she took to her face had
dazed her so much she couldn't focus on her rescuers.

   Undoing the gag, Brenda whispered to her, "Don't be afraid; we're here
to help you."

   "Are you...  ghosts?" the lady managed to mumble.

   Brenda glanced behind her to see Tom tying the hands of the two lowlifes
and throwing the excess rope over the ceiling beam, silently asking him
what she should tell her.  He just shrugged unsure as he hoisted the goons,
leaving them trussed up in the same position as they had left the woman in,
and tied off the rope to the pole, the rope itself vanishing the second he
grabbed it.

   Brenda turned back to the dazed woman, who was even more confused at
seeing the pair of goons being lifted and suspended by...  nothing, and
answered, "Sort of."

   After he was finished, Tom knelt down beside the lady and said, "Look,
just tell the police that you..." but he stopped when the woman's head
lolled over.  Brenda quickly checked her over and sighed in relief.

   "She's okay; she just passed out."

   Helping her lay the lady back in the chair, Tom said, "Well, in a way,
that's good.  When she wakes up, more than likely she'll think she dreamed
the whole thing about us, or she won't remember."

   "And like you said: if she does remember, what could she say?  'Two
naked ghosts saved her'?  Nobody will believe her."

   "Hang on a minute," Tom got up and dashed upstairs.  Coming back down
with the phone in his hand, he dialed 9-1-1 and handed the phone to Brenda.
Sounding tired and scared, she cried into the phone about how she caught
two men robbing her house, knocked them both out with a shovel, and had
them tied up in her basement.

   While she sobbed her harrowing tale, Tom wiped off the shovel's handle
with a wet bath towel from a pile of laundry ready for the dryer and placed
the garden tool in the sleeping woman's hands.  He then tossed the broken
racket into the trash and covered it with garbage as Brenda ended her
conversation with, "They've hurt me; I can't stay...  awake...  please
hurry..." and clicked the phone off, wiping it and putting it the lady's
lap.

   Once outside, they walked down the street as sirens were blaring in the
distance.  When they got to the end of the block, Tom and Brenda saw two
police cars and an ambulance screech to a halt in front of the burglarized
home.

   "She'll be okay now," Tom muttered.

   Brenda wanted to be serious about the whole affair but she couldn't help
smiling, elated at what they accomplished.

   "That was great," she whispered, "We saved her life.  Is this how you
felt when you saved me?"

   "Absolutely; it's a rush, isn't it?"

   Brenda nodded, "I feel wonderful.  We did a good thing, didn't we?  I
could get used to this."

   When they found themselves wandering through a small field behind the
neighborhood, that's when Tom stopped her and made her look at him.

   "I don't think I want you getting used to this."

   Brenda cocked her hip and asked, "Why not?  We make a good team."

   "I don't want you getting hurt."

   "I won't; we'll be invisible, remember?" She started miming a boxer,
dancing around and throwing punches, "They'll never lay a glove on me."

   Tom reached out and grabbed her putting a halt to her playing, getting
deadly serious with her and making her smile suddenly drop into a frown,
"This isn't funny, Brenda!  I made a promise to the man who had the rings
before me, that I would use this power to help people if I could.  But you
didn't make that kind of commitment, so you don't have to get involved."

   "I'm already involved," Brenda fired back, "You wanted me to help you
test the rings, and that's what we're doing."

   "Look, pulling pranks and fooling around naked is one thing, but going
up against the type of lowlifes we just trashed...  guys like that are
serious about doing what they do, hurting people because they think they
can do whatever they please.  I don't want you to be one of the victims."

   Brenda loosened herself from his grip and crossed her arms, pouting at
him, "I was almost a victim myself, remember?  And you just got through
saying that we could take down assholes like that easily."

   "I know what I said before, but I was wrong; that lady reminded me too
much of what could have happened to you.  I don't want to purposely put you
in the same situation, again."

   "You've seen what's going on in this city, Tom," she waved her hand back
towards the neighborhood, "That poor lady, in her own home...  that's just
a small part of what's happening now, and it's getting worse.  You weren't
wrong; we could help put a stop to it."

   "I don't want you in the line of fire.  'Not bullet proof', remember?"

   "This is because I'm a woman, right?" she huffed.

   Tom threw up his hands in frustration, "No, that's not it at all!"

   "Then what is it?" Brenda stomped up to him, anger glowing in her eyes,
"Why don't you want me helping you with this?"

   "I don't want you in on this sort of thing!"

   "WHY NOT!?"

   "BECAUSE I LOVE YOU, AND I DON'T WANT...!"

   Tom blurted it out without even thinking about it, and now it was too
late to snatch it back.  His eyes went wide when he realized what he had
said, and started to get flustered again.  Brenda backed up a step, her
eyes tearing up and her bottom lip quivering.

   The two of them just stood in the middle of the small field, still
invisible and still nude, staring at each other and not making a move or
sound.  Then Tom held out his arms, giving up on keeping his true feelings
bottled up inside him and let it all come out.

   "I've wanted to say that ever since we met up again, and I didn't know
how to say it until now.  I know we've only spent a few days together, and
I know it sounds like puppy love or teenage infatuation, but I can't help
feeling the way I feel about you.  You're soft and loving, you're
beautiful, you're fun to be with...  you're the only one that's ever
affected me like this; not even Helen sparked this kind of..." He stopped
himself, knowing he was rambling on, and a tear left his eye as he took her
hands into his and uttered, "What I'm trying to say is...  I love you,
Brenda."

   Brenda's own tears started spilling down her cheeks as she edged closer
to him, not knowing what to say...  so, she let her actions say what was in
her heart.

   She flung her arms around him, pressing her lips against his.  Tom
wrapped his arms around her waist and held her close, returning her kiss
with fiery passion.  Their bodies responded to their sexual heat; Tom
feeling her nipples harden and rubbing against his chest, and Brenda
feeling his swelling cock nuzzling into her pussy.

   They laid themselves down on the soft grass, surrounded by patches of
wild flowers and a few cotton wood puffs and dandelion seeds floating in
the slight breeze.  Some birds chirped here and there and insects buzzed
and clicked away as the naked pair kissed and caressed one another.

   Brenda rolled on top of Tom, feeling his swollen manhood rubbing into
her moist vagina, and asked, "You really mean it?"

   "I do," he answered, holding her close and rubbing her bare back, "I
know it sounds crazy, since we've only been together for a few days, and
I've thought of at least two dozen reasons why I shouldn't feel this way.
But there's one reason I couldn't knock down, no matter how hard I tried,"
he cupped her face, letting her tears run down his thumb, "I've fallen in
love with you."

   Brenda's smile was bright as she tried to sniff away more tears, and
failed.

   "I've felt the same way."

   Tom's eyes widened at that, more tears threatening to come out.

   Brenda nodded, "I thought it was just because you saved me.  You know,
'falling in love with the hero' thing.  But as we got to know each other
better, I realized that...  I've fallen in love with you, too."

   The tears that threatened to come out of Tom's eyes did just that.

   The naked couple embraced, kissing and fondling each other in the middle
of the open field, knowing they couldn't be seen but not caring if anyone
heard them.  Their love was kindling the sexual heat coming off of their
bodies as they hungrily devoured each other with hands and lips.

   Brenda suddenly turned herself around, placing her face inches away from
Tom dick and lowering her crotch onto Tom's.  He inhaled her sweet scent
and started to lick at her pussy as he felt his cock being lovingly kissed
and licked.  Brenda moaned around his shaft, feeling his tongue caressing
her wet inner folds, as she slathered hers all over his bloated tip.

   The only evidence of someone in the throes of love making were the
muffled moans and wet smacking sounds coming from the field...  and the
crater in the middle of it.  Tom's and Brenda's skin were in contact with
the ground, creating a scooped out hole under them because of the influence
of the rings' power fields.

   If either of them noticed it, they didn't care.

   They stopped their '69' playing, and Brenda turned to face him, rubbing
her wet pussy into his hard cock.  Wedging his cock head into her love
hole, she sighed as she eased herself down on him, smiling and crying at
the same time.

   Tom caressed and squeezed every curve on her body, from her succulent
round breasts to her creamy soft thighs and ass, enjoying her with his eyes
and hands as she rode him.  He pushed himself up into a sitting position
and held her close, burying his face into her cleavage and lovingly kissed
and nibbled her boobs and flicked his tongue over her taut nipples.

   Brenda arched her head back, enjoying all the attention Tom was giving
her, and started to let little giggles come out of her mouth, telling him
she was close to orgasm.

   Holding onto her sides, Tom let her arch the rest of her body as she
humped faster, shaking her head and trying not to be loud.  Tom struggled
as well, feeling his cock twitch and the sperm inside him start to race up
his shaft.

   Both of them failed...  and neither of them cared.

   Brenda, quaking and giggling, couldn't hold it inside of her any longer
as her whole body lunged and let out a squealing, "YES!" Her juices gushed
out of her pussy, fluttering with orgasmic spasms.

   At the same time, Tom's body tightened up as he groaned loudly, feeling
his cum rushing up his dick and bursting from his cock hole, adding to
Brenda's wetness.  Her pussy walls squeezed his cock in response, milking
out every last drop of his love.

   They clung to each other letting their orgasms subside; Tom rubbing her
back and nuzzling her chest, Brenda quivering in his lap with her arms
around his neck and kissing his ear.  All around them, the sounds of nature
wafted their way threw the trees and brush of the field as they simply held
each other, basking in the afterglow of their love making.

   After a few minutes, Tom faced Brenda with a concerned look.

   "Brenda...  that was the reason I didn't want you involved.  You are in
my heart now, and if something happens to you because of some stupid,
heroic deed I'm dumb enough to perform, it would leave a hole in that
heart."

   "Tom," she replied, touching his face, "how do you think it would affect
me if you got hurt?  Worse, how would I feel if you got hurt because I
could've prevented it, but didn't because I wasn't there with you?"

   "Brenda, listen to me," he ran his fingers through her hair, "I dragged
you into this..."

   "But you didn't; you didn't drag me into anything."

   "I gave you the ring, I tempted you into all this," he started to cry,
"If something happened to you, it would be my fault.  If you got hurt, that
would kill me."

   Brenda matched his tears with her own, "You didn't talk me into
anything, Tom; I wanted to help you.  I still do, and you said yourself
that we would have the advantage." She took his face in her hands, "I'm
telling you: we can do this...  together."

   Tom thought long and hard about what she said, and wondered if they
really could accomplish such a daring and daunting task.  Their
invisibility could help people, thwart criminals, even save lives; already,
without even thinking about it, they had saved the lives of dozens of
people in the supermarket.  And the woman terrorized by two invaders in her
own home; if Tom and Brenda hadn't gone inside and stopped them from...

   Could they really do it?

   Could they really become...  heroes?

   Tom looked Brenda square in the eye and gave her the answer.

   "We'll have to disguise ourselves in the future.  Remember, they can see
us when they're inside the field with us."

   Brenda smiled, "It needs to be something really scary, something that
will make 'em pee in their pants."

   "Well, your would-be rapist called me a 'ghost'...  so did the lady in
the basement.  I've got an idea or two on how we can use that to our
advantage, too.  We'll need masks and some kind of protective clothing."

   She nodded again, elation welling up inside her, "We'll need some tools,
too.  Some weapons to bring them down, handcuffs, things like that."

   "Whoa, hold on; I don't want to start shooting off guns," Tom thought
for a second, then, "but we could use some non-lethal stuff: stun guns,
batons, things to bruise them up and knock them out."

   "And when we're done with them, we leave them for the police.  It'll
work."

   Brenda was delighted at the prospect of becoming a hero, but Tom gave
her an extremely serious look and said, "You have to promise me that you
won't get hurt."

   She kissed him and answered, "I promise.  You better promise me the same
thing."

   "I promise."

   They got up off the grassy field and hugged each other, then headed back
to the supermarket to pick up the car, feeling good about themselves and
still playfully groping each other's naked bodies along the way.

   ***

   Brenda came out of the bathroom to see Tom sitting up in her bed with a
sketch pad in his lap.  She laid her nude body next to his and watched him
scribble his pencil back and forth, her face twisting in confusion when she
peeked at the page.

   "What are you drawing?"

   Tom grinned as he continued putting the finishing touches on his
creation, and answered, "This city's two new heroes," and tilted the pad to
show her the whole sketch.

   Brenda's eyes got bigger when she saw what they were going to become,
and all she could say at that moment was, "Good God."

   "Too scary?"

   She gave him a smirk, "Way too scary...  that's why I love it." She
smiled at him, reaching for his cock.

   "Brenda, quit that; it's distracting."

   "I know," she shot back, fondling him.

   "C'mon, we've got to put these together if we're really going to do
this. We'll need the masks, the clothing...  I know where we can get a
couple of...  Brenda!" Tom stopped reciting their 'shopping list' and
groaned when he felt Brenda's mouth engulf his growing member.  She suckled
the head as she stroked the shaft, making it bigger and harder.  Letting
the pad fall away, he relaxed and enjoyed the sensation.

   Brenda released his now erect and hard dick from her lips and said,
"That's better." She stroked him and added, "The disguises can wait for
tonight; there's no rush.  In the meantime..."

   She got up from the bed and sauntered out into the kitchen near the back
door, Tom following her with curiosity and lust, watching her bare ass
wiggle as she walked.

   "And just what's on your mind?" he asked. Brenda simply grabbed the knob
and opened the door, flashing him her mischievous grin again.

   "I'll get the rings," he said, but felt her hand on his arm, stopping
him.  She shook her head 'no', still grinning.

   Tom just smirked at her, "Like I said before...  I think I've created a
monster."

   She nodded quickly and, giggling, darted out the door and outside, butt
naked and very visible to anyone that happened to be looking in her back
yard.

   Shrugging, Tom jogged after her into the warm, star speckled night... 
with a big grin on his face as well.

   Boy, those possibilities just keep getting better and better...

   Ghost of a Chance Ch.  05

   The pair of office workers stepped into the empty elevator, readying
themselves for the day's job ahead.  One was holding a cup of morning
coffee in her hand, while the other idly glanced through the paper work in
his.  The doors closed and the elevator ascended, the floor chime quietly
pinging at each level they passed.

   The lady's eyebrow went up at the sound of...  it sounded like a grunt,
muffled and almost too quiet for anyone to hear if it wasn't enclosed in
the small space they were in.

   "Upset stomach?"

   The man turned to his co-worker, "What?"

   "I heard you grunt.  What, your wife made lasagna for dinner again?  You
said it upsets your..."

   "I didn't say anything; I thought that was you."

   They both looked at each other when they heard a small giggle next.

   "Alright, what's so funny?"

   This time, both of the lady's brows went up, "That wasn't me; I thought
it was you."

   "Wasn't me."

   The pair looked around the elevator car, knowing full well that they
were the only two inside.

   "Maybe someone's on the intercom," said the man, pointing up to the
speaker in the corner.

   "And from the sounds of it," his cohort replied with a grin, "it sounds
like they're...  having fun."

   The man admonished her, matching her grin, "And you said I had a dirty
mind?"

   They both laughed when the car reached their floor and allowed them to
exit.  The doors closed again and the workers went on about their business.

   If they stayed at the elevator doors and strained to listen, they would
have heard a woman giggling like a little girl and yelping quietly in the
throes of orgasm.

   Tom and Brenda, completely naked, were in the final motions of love
making, her bending over to meet his thrusts from behind in the corner of
the elevator.  The only reason the two workers didn't notice them...  was
because the naked pair was unseen.

   Using a pair of rings he found, Tom and his new partner Brenda were able
to become invisible.  Pulling pranks, having fun and walking around in the
nude, the couple tested their new abilities on various things and people.
They even managed to save the lives of folks in trouble, thwarting an
attempted store robbery and a home invasion.  All of their exploits, heroic
and sexual (for they were having their own kind of 'fun' being naked and
outdoors), were unseen by anyone passing them by.

   The safety rail of the elevator disappeared as Brenda grasped it to
steady herself, her curvaceous body quivering as she came down from her
orgasm.  Tom shuddered and smiled as he slipped his large penis out of her
delightfully wet and soft vagina, with some of his sperm seeping passed the
pink lips.

   "Oh," she sighed, looking over her shoulder at Tom, "I love it when you
fuck me from behind like that."

   He smiled back at Brenda, "I love it when you squirt all over my cock
when you cum." He reached for her to cuddle her, his softening dick rubbing
against her ass crack, and gently caressed her breasts, "Your giggling is
going to get us caught one of these days."

   "I can't help it; it tickles," she smiled back as she reached around to
grab his butt, "but that's part of the fun."

   Even though they couldn't be seen while wearing the mysterious rings,
people could still hear them.  So they both tried to make an effort to be
quiet during their nude escapades, and sometimes not entirely succeeding.

   The elevator stopped again and, as a few more office workers entered,
Tom and Brenda slipped out.  She took his hand and guided him over to a
corner of the expansive office layout filled with cubicles, office
machines, and computers beeping and clicking away.

   "You seem to know your way around up here," Tom whispered.

   "I should," Brenda whispered back, "this is the office where my
ex-husband works."

   Tom gave her a quizzical, foreboding look, "Brenda..."

   "I'm not going to do anything; I just wanted to check up on him...  and
see how he and Carol are doing."

   "'Carol'?"

   "His slut girlfriend."

   "Brenda," Tom hissed, grabbing her arm, "that's not what we're supposed
to be doing with the rings."

   He had made a promise to the previous owner of the rings that his new
power would be used to have a little fun and help people whenever possible,
preventing them from being harmed or stopping those that would do harm to
others.  He was fairly certain that 'revenge' was not what the old owner,
or any of the others that preceded him, had in mind.

   "I'm just going to take a peek; no harm in that is there?"

   Tom sighed and let go of Brenda, "Oh, alright; just a peek.  But don't
do anything foolish."

   "I won't."

   They both made their way around cubicles and the few workers that were
still hard at it during the midday break and found themselves in front of
an office door with the words 'Bradley Delmont- Systems Manager' stenciled
across the frosted glass.  A paper sign that said "Out to lunch; back in a
hour." was taped on the glass.

   Making sure none of the office people were looking, Brenda quietly
opened the door and the two of them quickly slipped inside.  There was no
one in the outer waiting area of the office, the secretary's desk unmanned,
and next to the single filing cabinet was the door that led into her ex's
private office.

   "Wendy must be out for lunch," Brenda remarked, referring to Brad's
assistant, "if she's still working for him."

   "Okay, so what now?" asked Tom in a hushed voice.

   Creeping over to the inner office, Brenda strained her ear to the door
and heard some kind of movement behind it.

   "Somebody must be in there," she whispered.

   "Allow me," said Tom, touching the door knob.  The brass handle
disappeared, leaving the hole that was drilled into the door to accommodate
it and its mechanisms remaining.  Brenda smirked at the feat and knelt down
to peer through the improvised peephole...  and almost gasped out loud by
what she saw.

   In the middle of the office, standing in front of the wide desk, was a
woman who was in the process of removing her clothes.  She had just
finished unzipping her skirt and letting it slide off of her hips, joining
the blue blouse that was already pooled up near her feet.  Walking up to
the desk, she casually unclasped her bra and dropped it to the floor,
leaving her wearing a pair of extremely small black panties and heels.

   Brenda immediately recognized the man sitting behind the desk, smiling
in anticipation at the approach of the almost naked woman; her ex-husband,
Brad.  She saw his arms move quickly, then saw his pants and shorts hit the
floor under the desk, his smile getting brighter with each step the woman
took.

   Tom noticed the huffy expression on her face and asked, "What's wrong?
What do you see?"

   Brenda leaned back with a disgusted look, and motioned him to take a
peek.  He bent down and looked, his eyes widening at the sight of the woman
sauntering around the desk to get closer to Brad wearing nothing but
panties; her slim figure enhanced by perky breasts topped with swollen,
puffy nipples.  She placed herself in front of Brad and he slid her panties
down, revealing a taut, fashion model's ass.  She then leaned forward and
held on to the back of his chair as she raised herself up to straddle his
lap.

   "She doesn't look pregnant to me," he said as he backed away from the
door.  Brenda told him that her ex left her because the woman he was
cheating on her with was with child and he, knowing Brenda would have
difficulty becoming pregnant, wanted children and a family.

   "That's because she's not!" she hissed, the anger in her voice apparent.
She peeped into the hole again to see the woman now hanging onto the
chair's armrests, raising and lowering herself onto Brad's lap.  When her
ass came up, she could see his hands, one under each of her thighs, helping
her ride his cock; her legs pointing out and away from her with her panties
dangling from her ankle.

   "She already had her baby?" Tom asked.

   "That's not Carol!" Brenda huffed back, "That's Wendy!"

   "What?"

   "It's Wendy!  Carol is blonde and built like a centerfold!" Her voice
came up a notch, looking in on the lewd office pair, the slim girl in
Brad's lap a brunette.  "That's his secretary!"

   "Shh, not so loud; they'll hear you," Tom scolded, "So what if she's his
secretary?  You're divorced; it's not your problem anymore."

   "But I know Wendy.  She's young, barely out of high school, and not too
bright about things in the real world.  I'll bet almost anything that Brad
talked her into this just to use her."

   "She'll learn," Tom shrugged, looking into the hole again,
"Unfortunately, she'll learn this lesson the hard way."

   "Not if I can help it." Brenda started to get up and charged through the
door when Tom stopped her, letting go of the door knob and causing it to
shimmer back into view.

   "Hold it.  You can't just waltz in there and make demands of him; he's
your EX-husband.  Besides, he won't be able to see you; invisible,
remember?"

   "So, I'll take the ring off and..."

   "'And' what?  Charge in there and start berating him?  You're forgetting
something; you're not just invisible, you're naked too." Tom looked at her
with a serious face as Brenda folded her arms and snorted in disgust,
"Listen to me: now that he's divorced from you, what he does is his own
affair and none of your business."

   "Wendy isn't too smart about things, but she's a sweet girl and doesn't
deserve to be treated like that," Brenda shot back, "He's using her because
she just happens to be handy for him at the moment.  I'm not going to let
him get away with that.  Who knows how many other girls he's done this to?"

   Tom thought about it for a moment, then asked, "You really think he's
using his position and authority just for his own sexual gratification?"

   Brenda looked him square in the eye and answered, "I'd bet a whole
week's paycheck on it."

   Tom made the door knob vanish again and peered through the hole, this
time seeing Wendy, huffing and grunting, bent over the desk while Brad
banged her from behind, sweating and panting from his efforts.

   It was happening again: someone was using someone else and taking
advantage of them for their own purposes and pleasure.  Tom, growing up
with people who used and tormented others, despised bullies and
manipulators.  All his life, he was surrounded by people that bullied and
pushed him around, using their authority (real or imagined) to make him
feel as if he were nothing more than someone they could use as their own
private punching bag.  And the only reason they saw for it was, 'because
they could'.

   If what Brenda was saying about Wendy was true, that she was a naïve
young girl that was being manipulated, even forced, by her superior to
perform for him, maybe even to the point of threatening her with the loss
of her job...

   Tom's face hardened as he looked at Brenda, "Then there's only one thing
to do about this." He quickly whispered a plan into Brenda's ear and, once
the details were set, knocked on the door.

   Brenda heard what sounded like someone shuffling around in a hurry. 
Tom, still kneeling at the door and looking through the hole, saw Brad
adjusting his clothes and Wendy scooping up hers and darting off to the
side of the room, hiding out of sight.  He signaled Brenda to get ready as
Brad hurried to the door and opened it.

   "I'm on lunch right now; come back..." Brad stopped his retort to look
around the office, seeing no one.  Shrugging, he turned back into his
office and said, "Nobody there; they must have left," closing the door.

   Wendy sighed in relief, fearing that if she was caught she would be
instantly disciplined for inappropriate behavior in the workplace.  Bad
enough she was fooling around with her manager who would have dismissed her
if she hadn't given in to his whims, but to be caught by someone higher
up...  Brad would have said anything to place the blame on her and have her
fired; she was caught between a rock and a hard place, and felt like the
biggest slut in the world as she obediently walked over to her boss at his
beckoning.

   But Brad stopped her and said, "Run out to the outer office and make
sure the door is locked."

   Wendy scooped up her clothes, just in case, and carefully crept out into
the waiting room while Brad leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes and
relaxing while he waited for her.

   Wendy hurried to the outer door clutching her clothes to her naked body
when, all of a sudden, she felt hands grab her.  One hand quickly came up
to cover her mouth to prevent the scream that started from erupting and,
almost panic-stricken, she saw her vision get a little blurry and heard
someone whisper in her ear...  and it wasn't Brad.

   "Listen to me very carefully," the whisper started, "I am not here to
hurt you; I'm here to help you.  Do you understand?"

   The frightened girl nodded quickly, still unsure of the man's
intentions. She knew it was a man behind her because she was feeling what
felt like a man's cock rubbing into her ass crack while he held her close
to him.

   "You don't need to put up with this kind of abuse," Tom continued, "He's
using you for his own pleasure; he's forcing you to do these things, isn't
he?"

   Wendy nodded again.

   "He threatened to fire you if you didn't go along with it?"

   Again she nodded, a tear leaking out of the corner of her eye.

   Tom sighed, relaxing his grip on her a little and said, "Wendy, what
he's doing is illegal and he could lose his job over this; worse, he could
go to jail.  But that would mean a long, drawn out, lengthy process of
charges, counter-charges, court appearances, and legal fees that I know you
can't afford on a secretary's salary.  Besides, there's a chance you might
not win; some companies will go to great lengths to turn it around and put
the blame on the victim just to save their own asses.  So this is what I
want you to do: I want you to get dressed, quit this job, and leave right
now.  You're young enough that you can find another job like this one
somewhere else," he released her and, "now, get dressed."

   Wendy turned around to see who it was who had grabbed her...  and looked
around wide eyed at the empty room, not noticing the pen and paper on her
desk that vanished.

   "C'mon, hurry up and put your clothes on," Tom hissed at her, making her
jump.  He sensed her fright, and followed with, "I know; you can't see me.
It'll take too long to explain, but trust me; I'm here to help you.  Get
dressed!"

   She hurriedly put her clothes back on, with the exception of her bra and
panties that she left in Brad's office, while Tom scribbled something on
the paper.

   Once her blouse was properly adjusted, she felt the hand on her mouth
again and felt something being slipped into her skirt pocket.

   "This is the name and number of someone you can use as a reference. 
He's a good man and he will give you a glowing recommendation for your next
job interview.  Just tell them that it's someone you used to work with and
asked if you could put them down as a reference, okay?"

   Wendy nodded, not quite as scared as she was the first time Tom held
her.

   "When you get into a new employment position, just do the job, do your
best, and don't let anyone manipulate you like Brad did.  Trust me; you'll
be better off this way."

   From under his hand, Wendy mumbled, "Who are you?  What are you?  A...
ghost?"

   "Sort of, yes," he answered.  Tom released her and, "Now go."

   Wendy bolted for the office door and, taking one last look around and
still seeing no one there, opened it and rushed out of the waiting area,
quickly stepping towards the elevator and not caring if anyone there saw
her leave in a hurry.

   While the whole exchange between Tom and Wendy was taking place, Brenda
slipped into Brad's office as Wendy sneaked out to check if the outer door
was locked.  Just as Tom grabbed her and prevented her from alerting Brad,
she quietly closed the door and snuck up behind him as he faced the window
of his office.  She slipped the ring off of her finger and shimmered into
view, knowing she wouldn't be able to accomplish her task while being
invisible; anything she touched with her bare hands would disappear.

   Feeling hands run down his chest from behind, Brad started to get up but
was held in place while the hands loosened and removed his tie.  If she
were invisible, Brenda's power would have made the tie vanish, and her need
for it rendered useless until she let go of it.  He grinned as the tie was
wrapped around his eyes and felt the hands help him out of his chair and
push him back to lie on top of his desk.

   "I think I like where this is going," he commented, "You're quick to
pick up on stuff for a young thing."

   Ignoring the snub, Brenda replied in a hushed, light voice, "Per is vox,
lux lucis sinus," and put her ring back on, becoming invisible once again.
Now that she couldn't be seen, she felt no worries about someone coming
into the office unexpectedly; all they would see was Brad lying on his desk
and, more than likely, listen to his rushed explanation for the reason
behind it.

   "What was that, honey?"

   Brenda stammered out in a little voice, "Uh, I said it gets better,
baby."

   Grabbing the curtain ties off the windows, Brenda tied his feet down to
the legs of his desk, then tied one of his hands at the opposite end.  She
had to improvise for his remaining hand, so she grabbed Wendy's discarded
and forgotten bra and used that to finish securing Brad to the desk.  She
saw her panties lying next to the desk leg and picked those up as well.

   Brad smiled and gasped in delight when he felt what he thought were
Wendy's hands wrestle his pants down again, his dick springing out and
standing straight up.

   Brenda's lips cracked into an evil grin as she gently teased and tickled
his cock and balls, causing him to writhe in lust.  Precum oozed out of his
piss hole, and Brenda rubbed it into his cockhead making him moan.

   Underneath her grin, she was seething at the thought of being used
almost in the same manner as Wendy; all she was to Brad were blowjobs and
quickies while they were married, just to please himself.  Her boring sex
life with Brad was just that: hers, and hers alone.  He wasn't the dull,
unimaginative partner he let on to be; he enjoyed different ways of love
making and adventurous types of sexy fun, judging from how easy and quickly
he submitted to being tied down and blindfolded...  and the smile on his
face.

   He enjoys doing things like this...  just not with me obviously, she
fumed.

   She spied some hand lotion on his desk and pumped some into her palm,
then gently took his hard dick in her hand and began stroking it slowly. 
More precum bubbled out as Brad squirmed and enjoyed the sensation of
'Wendy's' sweet young hands on his tool.

   Brenda pumped his cock faster, playing with his balls, slowing down just
to tease him, then speeding back up again.  She repeated this maneuver over
and over, making Brad writhe and desperate to cum.

   She let go of his dick, watching it twitch and turn almost purple in
color, and asked, "Would you like to cum now?" in a light, girlish tone.

   "Yes," Brad replied in a desperate voice, "Oh God, yes; I need to cum
now.  My balls are so full, they hurt."

   "Aw," Brenda mewled, lightly bouncing his big scrotum on her finger
tips, making him groan, "poor little balls; you want to be emptied, don't
you?" Her playing made his cock bob and nod in response, "and you, little
dick...  you want to be played with, too?" Brenda quickly grabbed the
discarded panties and stuffed them into his mouth just before his hips
lifted off the desk when she grabbed the throbbing penis with one hand and
the full sack with the other and, grinning wickedly, said, "Whatever you
want, sir." Brad whole body lunged when Brenda kneaded his balls and
furiously pumped his hard cock, and felt the tidal wave of sperm start to
race up his shaft.  She leaned back as she watched spurts of thick, ropey
cum shoot out of Brad's dick, his groans of pleasure muffled by the panties
in his mouth.  She pumped and squeezed until the last of his spunk leaked
out, then let go of his cock to watch it twitch and jerk as his orgasm
subsided.

   "Now that you've gotten yours," Brenda sweetly whispered, "it's my
turn," and grabbed his cock again, slowly stroking it.

   Brad started to squirm as his over-stimulated cock was being jacked off
again, causing a combination of pleasure and pain.  He grunted through the
panties for 'Wendy' to stop, but Brenda ignored him as she tortured his
pulsing, purple cock by stroking the already sensitive head and lightly
slapping at his sore balls.

   "Now, let's talk about this situation you have me in," Brenda hissed,
"You're threatening to fire me if I don't let you do as you want with me,
right?"

   Brad nodded quickly, moaning and trying to plead with her through his
gag and attempting to free himself from the improvised bonds.

   "You're just using me as a piece of ass whenever you want because you're
the boss and I'm just a secretary, aren't you?" When she didn't get a fast
enough response from him, Brenda stopped her cock stroking and held it in
place as she roughly rubbed her palm over his sensitive cockhead, making
him lurch.  "Aren't you!?"

   Brad nodded again, sobbing out muffled pleas.

   Brenda went back to her slow stroking and said, "Well, don't you think I
deserve some restitution for this?" Again, the response wasn't fast enough,
and Brenda started to pump his painfully tickling cock faster and give his
nut sack a quick slap, making him nod quickly and sob some more.

   "I want your word that you will never manipulate me or anyone else this
way ever again." She held onto his cock and twirled her finger around the
bloated, purple head until he nodded, whimpering into the gag.  She then
let go of his dick and grabbed his balls, ready to twist them off, as she
fingered his cockhead and watched the shaft jerk back and forth, "If you do
anything like this again, I'll charge you with sexual harassment and have
you fire for it.  Or worse, I'll tell Carol what you've been up to; I don't
think a pregnant woman is going to be in a good mood as it is, let alone
when finding out her boyfriend is fooling around on her, do you?"

   Brad started crying and whining as Brenda continued torturing his
genitals, teasing his dickhead and squeezing his testicles, and shook his
head.

   "Good," said Brenda, "now that we've got that settled..." She let go of
his cock and balls, much to Brad's relief, and headed for the door. 
Hearing her shuffle across the carpet, Brad pulled at his bonds to try and
free himself and heard the bra start to rip.  But just as the garment was
about to give, Brenda turned quickly and said, "Oh, and by the way...  I
quit," and walked out of the office.

   Seeing Tom off to the side, Brenda joined him just as Brad undid the
ties that held him, as well as the one that was around his eyes.  Spitting
out the panties gag, he pulled his pants back on and ran to the door. 
Rushing out into the waiting room, he saw that Wendy had already left and
quietly peeked out of the glass door...  and gulped when he saw who was
coming down the aisle.  Quickly adjusting his clothes, Brad hurried back
into his office, not having the slightest inkling that there were two naked
people practically standing next to him.

   Tom and Brenda just stared at each other in puzzlement by his reaction,
but then understood when they saw who had just walked in.  It was his
pregnant girlfriend, Carol, carefully waddling in with one protective hand
across her very swollen belly and a shopping bag in the other.  She knocked
and entered Brad's office, smiling at him and eager to show him what she
had just purchased.

   Once the door was closed, Brenda leaned into Tom and whispered, "I hope
he had time to hide the bra and panties."

   Tom snickered in response as the nude, invisible pair left the office
and headed for the elevator.  As the couple waited for someone to come up
to the floor they were on (for the lunch break was almost over), Tom
playfully squeezed her bare ass as Brenda gently stroked his thick, growing
member.  The elevator dinged and the doors parted, releasing a crowd of
workers back from lunch and heading back to their desks.  Brenda, still
holding onto Tom's cock, led them into the now empty car and dropped to her
knees as the doors closed.

   As she licked and sucked at his now hard dick, Tom looked down and
asked, "What did you do to him in there?  I thought I heard crying."

   Releasing his cockhead with a slurp, Brenda smiled up and answered,
"Let's just say he got...  over excited," and stroked Tom's dickhead
quickly, giving him a demonstration.  He shuddered, not just at the
sensation of Brenda's soft, playful hands, but also at the thought of being
tortured and painfully teased by a woman scorned.  He almost felt sorry for
Brad.

   Almost.

   Tom quietly moaned as Brenda went back to her oral assault on his dick,
twirling her tongue around the head and caressing the shaft.  He was just
on the verge of cumming when the elevator stopped at the ground floor. 
Brenda got up and the pair quickly slipped by the workers and patrons
getting into the car, and she continued to stroke his dick as they made
their way to the exit.

   "Brenda," Tom grunted through his teeth, "stop that; you're going to
make me cum."

   "I know," she quietly giggled back at him, and guided him over to a
planter near the main doors.  Once in front of the shrubbery, Brenda
quickly pumped his swelling cock making him arch back and groan through a
clenched jaw.

   Brenda smiled as she felt Tom's cock twitch and pulse, and saw wads of
sperm squirt out of it.  The thick white juice splattered the leaves of the
bush and dripped down into the soil and rocks beneath it.  She slowed down
hearing Tom sigh as the last of his semen dribbled out of his cock's piss
hole, Brenda leaning down quickly to lick it off the bloated head and
making him shiver.

   She gave him a sheepish, innocent grin when Tom threw her a 'later for
you' look and the two walked out of the building hand in hand naked, and no
one noticing a thing due to their invisibility.

   Outside, the downtown street was busy with cars, people mulling about
and going to work or idly looking into store windows...  just a typical
average day with folks going about their business.  What would have broken
up their routine was if they realized that there were two people walking
among them in the nude.  Tom and Brenda enjoyed the free feeling of being
naked outdoors and not being ridiculed for it; nudity in public places was
illegal in their city after all, not to mention frowned upon by the town's
so-called 'moral' residents.

   The nude pair, still fondling each other playfully, reached Tom's car
parked at the top of a parking ramp.  Seeing no one around, he popped the
trunk and hauled out two backpacks, handing one to Brenda.

   "Let's take a break and have some real fun," he said, unzipping his
pack. Brenda did the same, pulling out a grayish costume and mask.

   Once their garments were in place, they looked each other over and
grimaced at the sight of their mutual appearance, though under the masks
they wore they couldn't see each other's expression.  The rings, making
them both invisible to all around them, allowed the duo to see each other,
after a fashion.

   "How do I look?" asked Brenda.

   "Hideous," came the reply, "How about me?"

   Brenda shuddered a little and answered, "If I didn't know it was you
under there, I'd pee my pants."

   "Good; the exact effect we want," Tom clipped on a harness full of items
that looked menacing (which they were) and said, "Let's start cleaning up
this city."

   Adjusting her own harness, Brenda followed Tom out of the ramp and onto
the streets of the town.

   "It's going to take a while without using a car, isn't it?"

   "We have the time," Tom answered in a low voice, "We'll just take care
of the problems around here one at a time, and we'll let the word spread
around that the city doesn't belong to the lowlifes and criminals anymore."

   "'Spread the word'?  You want people to know about us?"

   "Just the scumbags.  Once the word gets out, we'll let fear do half the
work for us."

   Brenda smiled under her mask, "Oh, I get it.  Once they find out about
us, they'll be scared stiff not knowing if we're around or not."

   "Exactly," Tom smiled back, unseen under his own disguise, "Not knowing
where we're going to strike next will be a good deterrent.  They'll be so
paranoid, they'll start making mistakes..."

   "...and when that happens, that's when we take them down."

   Tom stopped and pointed towards an alley off to the side, "And I think
we've just found our first contestant."

   Brenda looked to where he was pointing and saw their target.

   Hidden just inside the alley opening was a young man in street clothes,
a gold chain dangling from his neck and wearing expensive sneakers.  As
certain people walked by him, his hands quickly darted out; one hand
slipping something to them, and the other taking something from them and
pocketing it.

   Tom and Brenda crossed the street to get a closer look, but they already
knew what the young man was up to.  Unseen, the pair positioned themselves
on either side of him and confirmed their suspicions upon the next hand
trade off.

   Tiny plastic baggies with off-white colored crystal rocks were being
handed over to buyers, while wads of cash were being handed back and
immediately stuffed into the kid's pocket.

   Tom and Brenda just shook their heads in disgust.

   Checking to make sure no one was looking in their direction, Tom laid
the pinky side of his gloved hand against the kid's waist.  The glove had
an opening cut into it, exposing a small part of his hand and, once it
touched the belt line of the kid's pants (for any part of his bare skin
would render anything he touched invisible upon direct contact, be it
something specific or an area in general within three feet), the punk
vanished.

   The kid shook his head for a minute, trying to clear his vision;
everything around him became fuzzy and out of focus.  His confused look
changed to surprise when he heard someone behind him.

   "Ahem..."

   A few people on the street were startled by the sound of someone
screaming and the clatter of a couple of trash cans being toppled as the
young punk darted down the alley, not believing what he just saw.

   Recovering from his fall into the garbage cans, (because something
tripped him up) the kid frantically looked around him for...  whatever the
Hell it was that he saw.  But the only thing present with him in the alley
was the various garbage cans and trash strewn about...  and a low, haunting
chuckle.

   Scrambling to his feet, the kid started down the alley again, but was
tripped up once more by something that made him sail right into another
pile of garbage.  He didn't have the time to get back to his feet on his
own; a pair of hands helped him and, once he was up, he let out a terrified
shriek as his 'helper' shimmered into view.

   "You've got some explaining to do, young man," said the growling figure
in front of him.  But the kid couldn't make any words come out of his
throat at the sight of his tormentor.

   He...  it...  was slightly taller than he was and twice as wide, with
huge arms bulging within a long dark coat.  The black boots matched the
clothing under it, as did the weapons on the belt.  But the most
frightening part of the thing's appearance was his face...  or lack of it,
rather.  Under a black wide brimmed fedora was a skull, its eyes tinted
red.

   The punk then pulled out a knife and was ready to plunge it into the
freak, but felt another hand grab his wrist.  The knife was quickly twisted
out of his grip and he let out another shriek at the sight of a second
apparition, this one dressed almost the same as the first but in dark grey
and a hood instead of a hat.  The face wasn't a skull...  it was worse. 
From tinted blue eyes stared a face that looked like it was stitched
together in places, exposed bone in others.  Like a face of a corpse that
had been dead for years.

   "You've been a bad boy, haven't you?" the corpse rumbled.

   "H...  here," the punk managed to get out, reaching into his pockets and
pulling out the drugs and a large folded wad of money, which he offered to
the frightening pair, "Just take it!  I...  I don't want no trouble, man!"

   The skull faced horror slapped the drug baggies away, "I don't want your
poison!" He then grabbed the cash and threw it back into the punk's face,
"and I don't want your tainted money!"

   Holding the punk against the wall with one hand, Tom drew a black baton
with the other and held the blunt end of it under the kid's chin.  At the
same time, Brenda pulled out a stun gun and activated the business end
making blue sparks arch between the prongs.

   The punk immediately peed in his pants, the smell of urine wafting up to
their noses despite the masks the menacing pair wore.

   "You're out of business, you little shit," the skull growled, "If I ever
see you dealing again..." he left the threat dangle as he pushed the kid's
chin higher with the baton.

   "Don't...  don't kill me," he whined.

   "Oh no," the corpse answered, "We're not going to kill you; you have a
job to do."

   "That's right; you're going to tell all of your lowlife friends about
us," the skull monster pulled the kid closer to him and got into his face,
continuing, "You're going to spread the word and give the criminals of this
city a message: the streets no longer belong to you...  they belong to us
now!  We'll be watching, and you'll never know where we'll strike next!"

   "What the fuck are you?" the kid whimpered, his eyes bulging out.

   Tom leaned in closer, his red eyes glinting, "I'm...  the Ghost." He
nodded to Brenda, and she edged up to the terrified punk.

   "And I'm the Ghoul; we're two versions of the same thing: death." Brenda
placed the sparking stun gun up to the kid's face, and, "and that's exactly
the result that's going to happen if we ever catch you doing this again!"

   Tom dropped the punk down into the trash bags and backed away, he and
Brenda disappearing the moment they let go of him.  The dealer struggled
out of the garbage and looked around the alley, only to see that he was
alone.  His eyes popped out when he heard, "You better pray we don't see
you again...  because you definitely won't see us!" followed by a pair of
horrific, evil laughs.

   Cars came to a screeching halt as the screaming petrified punk darted
out of the alleyway and into the oncoming traffic, losing himself in the
cityscape as fast as he could run with the eyes of puzzled people boring
into him.

   Even though Tom couldn't see it under her mask, Brenda smiled and said,
"It worked; he pissed his pants he was so scared.  I don't think he'll be a
problem anymore."

   Tom nodded, "Another one down; several to go."

   Brenda knelt down and picked up the discarded baggies and tossed them
into a trash can, then retrieved the scattered bills of twenties and
fifties and held them out, "What should we do with this?"

   Tom eyed the bundle of cash thoughtfully and answered, "I'm not sure. 
Should we donate it?  Drop it into a charity box?  Give it to some homeless
people, maybe?"

   "Well...  actually," Brenda hesitated, "I had an idea, if we ever came
across this situation."

   "You're not thinking of keeping it, are you?" Tom swore, to himself and
the rings' previous owners, that he would never use his ability for
personal gain; that included money, as far as he was concerned.

   "Well...  yes and no," Brenda cocked her hip and continued, "Now before
you start lecturing me, hear me out.  This...  'extracurricular activity'
we're doing is going to get expensive, and the money you have put away and
my trust fund won't last forever.  So..."

   Tom interrupted her, "You have a trust fund?"

   She nodded, "My father started it for me when I was young.  I didn't
tell Brad about it, just in case."

   "Good call."

   Brenda tilted her head in a smirk, "Anyway, it's a good size chunk of
money but it's not going to last long if we keep doing this.  Neither of us
is working right now, and we're going to need some...  extra income." For
emphasis, she waved the wad of bills at him.

   Tom thought it over for a minute, and, "You want to use this kind of
money to fund our...  'activities'."

   "The kind people don't call the cops about and report 'stolen', yes. 
And we'll use it just for our 'hero' work, and nothing else."

   Tom had to admit that Brenda's idea did make sense.  No criminal would
start yelling about being robbed, especially if their money was ill gotten.
And using it against them would be considered 'poetic justice'.

   "Only the money that's received through illegal transactions, like drug
deals and money laundering; things like that," he warned, "If they stole it
from someone directly, the money goes back to the victim."

   "Deal," Brenda stuffed the cash into a pocket on her belt pack and idly
checked the 'tools' hanging from it, "Ready to make some criminals cry?"

   The invisible duo walked the streets of the city, checking out store
alleys and back lots, looking for more trouble makers.  Throughout the day,
they had managed to thwart a mugger, a purse snatcher, and a pair of
would-be shakedown artists extorting 'protection' money from a shop keeper.
Each one of them received the same warning as the drug dealing punk got,
and each one leaving the scene of their crimes with wet spots on their
crotches.

   Evening was approaching and the crime fighting pair decided to call it a
night.  Still unseen, they walked up to the top tier of the parking ramp
and headed for their car.

   "You wouldn't happen to know anyone on the police force, would you?"
asked Brenda.

   "No I don't; why?"

   "That's too bad; we could use some tips and inside information about
crimes going down.  You know, like stakeouts and undercover stuff, drug
raids and..."

   "Whoa, let's not get carried away with this," Tom scolded, "Let's just
take this one step at a...  what the Hell?"

   Brenda looked towards the area Tom was staring at and was puzzled as
well.

   A young woman had just stumbled out of the stairwell on the other side
of the parking ramp, and was franticly searching the cars for an unlocked
door.  What made the sight more shocking was the fact that she was wearing
a black bra with one ripped strap and a pair of boy shorts to match...  and
nothing else.

   Tom and Brenda, Ghost and Ghoul, drew their batons already having a
suspicion as to what was going on, and it was confirmed when two men bolted
out of the stairwell and pointed towards the woman trying to hide between
the cars.  The pair got on either side of the hapless girl, trapping her
between the vehicles, and slowly advanced on her.

   "We gave you what you wanted, sweetheart," said one of them, "Some
drinks, some dancing, and some extra fun with the pill we slipped you. 
Now, you're going to give us some fun."

   "No," the lady whimpered, her speech slurred, "you put that shit in...
my drink."

   "Just to loosen you up, doll," replied the other man, "And now that
you're loose..."

   "Excuse me."

   The bigger of the two men turned sharply at the sound of someone behind
him, but didn't see anyone.

   "Did you hear that?" he called to his partner.

   "Hear what?"

   "This!" came the growling reply.

   The eyes of the smaller man bugged out as he witnessed his friend double
over in pain, clutching at his stomach.  He then saw him throw himself into
the side of the car the girl was crouching next to, his head slamming into
the fender and knocking himself out.

   Foolishly thinking the woman had done something, the smaller man turned
to accuse her of...  but backed off a step and started looking around the
lot, because the woman had somehow got passed him and disappeared among the
maze of autos. Suddenly, the man jerked around when he felt someone tapping
his shoulder and was treated to a fist connecting to his face.  He hit the
pavement, dazed and shaking his head, then felt hands grabbing him.  The
look on his face was pure gold to Ghost as he materialized in front of him
and grumbled, "Looking for me?"

   The punk shrieked in terror at the sight of a menacing skull in his face
and tried to break free of the monster's grip.  Ghost helped him get loose
by smashing him in the jaw again, sending him sprawling to the cement and
moaning through a haze of pain.

   Ghost decided to end the ordeal when the other one started to roust
himself, and gave both of them a zap of his stun gun sending the pair of
goons into unconsciousness.

   Once the attackers were down for the count, he carefully walked over to
Ghoul who was holding the almost nude woman in the same spot she was hiding
in.  Inside her power field, the woman was unseen by her assailants giving
them the impression that she had escaped.

   "My partner's coming over," Ghoul whispered at the trembling woman,
"Don't be afraid when you see him; he's here to help you, too.  He's the
one who took out Tweedledumb and Tweedledumber."

   The woman jumped a little when she felt another hand on her arm, and her
look of shock got wider when Ghost appeared beside her.

   "Is she alright?" he asked.

   "I'm not sure," was the reply, "She's scared, but she's really out of
it...  and she's hot.  Whatever those idiots gave her, I think it's
starting to kick in."

   "Okay, let's get her to the car." Ghost hefted the lady on one side,
Ghoul on the other, and they both gently guided her over to Tom's car and
poured her into the back seat.

   "They gave me...  a Sex-O," the girl said, but in a soft slurred way.

   "Oh shit!" Ghoul blurted out, "I've heard of those!"

   Ghoul got into the seat next to the drugged woman, and she and Ghost
removed their masks and the parts of their costumes that could be seen
through the windows.

   "That's a cool trick, you guys," the woman said in a half asleep voice,
and started to giggle when Tom and Brenda took off their rings and
shimmered into view, "Show me how you do that."

   "Oh man," huffed Tom as he started the car, "We've got to get her to a
hospital."

   "They can't give her what she needs," Brenda shot back.

   "What are you talking about?  Those idiots drugged her with...  what the
Hell did she say it was, a 'Sex-O'?  I don't even know what that is!"

   "I do; it's...  relatively harmless."

   "'Harmless'?  You're kidding, right?  Just look at her!"

   "It'll be all right, Tom.  Just go to my house; we can take care of her
there."

   Tom pulled out of the parking ramp and headed for Brenda's home, still
not convinced that they shouldn't take the half out of it lady to a doctor.

   Halfway there, the woman giggled some more and started rubbing her body
all over, moaning and purring when she brushed her bra clad breasts with
her palms.

   "You're sure she'll be alright?" Tom asked, throwing the question over
his shoulder.

   "She'll be fine; don't worry.  I've seen this kind of thing before,"
Brenda explained what was happening to the girl, as the trio made their way
through the nighttime streets.

   The pill she took (or was given without her knowledge), called a 'Sex-O,
was a homemade drug that surfaced within the last decade, used to increase
sexual activity and endurance while leaving the person in an almost
euphoric state.  Shaped like a tiny donut (hence the name), it was anything
but a sweet treat, even though some people ate them that way.  Both men and
women could take it and, since most took it willingly, Sex-O was only
considered 'half immoral/illegal', street-wise anyway.  It had twice the
potency of so-called 'Spanish Fly', but without any of the debilitating
aftereffects or brain damaging chemical reactions of regular street drugs.

   What it did was make the person relaxed, happy, and extremely horny.  So
horny that they would continue to relieve themselves of sexual frustration
until the drug had worked its way out of their system, sometimes for hours
depending on how much they took.  Once the drug wears off, the person would
simply fall asleep ten or so minutes afterwards.  The only side affect of
Sex-O was that it left gaps in the memories of some with certain
metabolisms.

   "One of my dorm sisters used a couple of them once," Brenda continued,
watching the girl start to feel herself up under her bra, "She said she was
going to have fun at a party.  Well, the party turned out to be three guys
and a case of beer.  She had fun alright, taking all three of them on at
once...  for four hours, and even after the guys were spent she was still
'jilling off'."

   "How did you know?"

   "She told me the next morning, after they brought her back to the dorm.
She thought she dreamt the whole thing, until she showed me the pictures
those pigs took of her.  She was actually proud of it and bragging about
how she wore out three guys in one night!"

   Tom smirked a little at that, "I'll bet she wasn't feeling so hot
afterwards."

   Brenda snorted a laugh and answered, "The next week, she said her throat
and pussy were sore for two days and her asshole for three."

   Tom huffed out his own laugh and glanced at the girl in the back,
catching a glimpse of her hand under her bra cup fondling her boob.

   "So how are we going to help her?"

   Before Brenda could answer him, Tom pulled the car into her driveway and
said, "Put your ring on; we don't want anyone seeing us with her and
getting the wrong idea."

   Brenda recited the ring's inscription, as did Tom, and they both
vanished.  The girl started to say something, confused by what she saw
happen, but Brenda shushed her and put her arm around her making her
disappear as well.

   Seeing no one in any of the neighbors' windows, the invisible trio
quietly got out of the car and headed to the back door of the house, the
drugged woman swaying slightly in a buzzed stupor.

   Once safely inside, Brenda sat the girl down on the couch and blew out a
sigh of relief, she and Tom slipping their rings off and making the girl
giggle again when they reappeared.

   "Okay," said Tom, unbuckling his weapons belt, grabbing Brenda's and
tossing both of them into a chair, "Tell me how we're supposed to help
her."

   "The only way to help her is to let the drug work its way through her
system until it wears off.  And the only way to do that is to...  let her
ease her...  sexual frustration."

   "Oh, great," Tom groaned, "You mean we're going to have to keep an eye
on her, while she's getting off playing with herself?"

   "Mmm, sounds like fun," the woman purred as she proceeded to remove her
bra.  Just as it fell into her lap, Brenda grabbed her wrists.

   "Whoa; slow down, girl.  What's your name?"

   "Monica Presssseesssesss," she replied, slurring her last name.

   Brenda sighed, "Well listen, Monica; we're going to do what we can to
help you."

   Monica smiled, "You wanna help?  Good; take your clothes off." With
that, Brenda let go of her wrists and watched as Monica slipped her boy
shorts off her hips and let them drop down to her feet.

   "Brenda, why didn't you stop her?"

   "You're not going to able to stop her, unless you knock her out; trust
me."

   The pair of heroes just stared at the girl reclining on the couch, naked
and horny.  With one hand, she cupped her breast (about the same size as
Brenda's) pinching the hard, dark nipple topping it, and slid the other
down between her spread thighs to diddle her moist vagina, smooth and
topped with a thin strip of light brown pubic hair.  She started breathing
harder as her fingers quickened their pace, making her writhe and moan. 
"Best thing we can do is just let her have at it...  or..." Brenda flashed
Tom a raised eyebrow.

   Already knowing what she was thinking, Tom returned the look with a
scowl, "Brenda..."

   "I know," she replied, rolling her eyes, "You said you didn't want to
take advantage of someone like this, but we'd actually be helping her in a
way.  The more sexual tension that she releases, the quicker the drug works
its way out of her system." Brenda started removing her clothes, undoing
her pants first, "And besides, half the time the person doesn't remember
anything that happened."

   But Tom balked, watching Brenda pull her shirt off after she had kicked
her pants away, "But what if she does remember?"

   "We'll worry about that when the time comes," Brenda unclasped her bra
and let it fall to the floor, "Right now she needs relief...  unless you
want to listen to her play with herself all night long.  She'll be up for
hours if we don't help her out and if she keeps it up that long, she could
hurt herself by rubbing her pussy raw.  The kind of infections you could
get from that...  she could definitely wind up in a hospital then."

   Brenda removed the last of her clothes by slipping her panties off her
hips and letting them drop down her legs.  She sat down next to the horny,
frustrated girl and, caressing her thigh, whispered sweetly, "Don't worry,
honey; I'll help you."

   Monica smiled as Brenda looked into her eyes and gently leaned in to
kiss her.  Their lips parted and their tongues started dancing as Monica
stopped fondling her boob and reached out to cup one of Brenda's.  She
moaned as the girl's hand and fingers made her nipple stand out, and she
returned the favor by placing her own hand on Monica's tit.

   Tom was definitely conflicted, torn between keeping his word that he
wouldn't take advantage of someone this way and wanting to join the pair of
naked women on the couch.  He was enjoying the sight of Brenda's and
Monica's lustful playing; so was his cock as it made a huge bulge in front
of his pants.

   Brenda dipped her head down to flick her tongue over Monica's hard
nipple, making her arch her back and moan.  Monica's fingers moved faster
over her wet pussy and her thighs started jiggling.

   Noticing his bulge, Brenda stopped her tongue flicking and said, "C'mon,
get your clothes off and help me with her.  The more excited she gets, the
faster the drug will wear off."

   She saw the hesitation in his eyes, not because of the way he felt about
doing something he thought might be unethical, but because of the way he
felt about her.  Tom had professed his love for Brenda, and he didn't want
her to think he was cheating on her, after a fashion.

   Knowing what he was really worried about, Brenda flashed him her grin
that always said, 'Let's get naked and do something naughty', and said,
"It's okay, Tom; just consider this...  'in the line of duty'."

   Tom resigned to the fact that he couldn't argue with what needed to be
done, even though it was a bit out of the ordinary, and stripped down.  His
cock certainly wasn't objecting to it as it popped out of his pants and
sprang upwards, precum oozing from the tip.

   Monica moaned as her sleepy eyes locked onto Tom's fat member, and
stretched her hand out to grab it.  But Brenda gently pulled it back in,
saying, "Not yet, Monica; us first, then we'll take that big boy on."

   Brenda kissed Monica's boobs all over, then trailed her lips down her
body and wiggled her tongue into her belly button, making her giggle.

   "I didn't know you were bisexual," Tom muttered, his hand slowly pumping
his cock up and down as he watched the two women play their sexual game.

   "I'm not," she answered, nuzzling Monica's little strip of fur and
inhaling the scent, "Once in a while, the girls in the dorm would...  well,
you know.  Nothing serious; it was mostly just for fun." With that, she
lowered her mouth to Monica's pussy and playfully swiped her tongue over
the swollen lips, knowing as only a woman could where all the right spots
were.

   Lying herself back and squeezing her tits, Monica lifted her hips up
slightly to meet Brenda's delightfully teasing tongue and panted out gasps
of pleasure.

   Tom wanted to keep jerking off at the beautiful sexy sight, but made
himself stop.  If Brenda was right about Monica's condition, he couldn't
afford to cum right now and make her wait until he was ready again; he
would have to hold out as long as he could.  It wasn't easy, though; he
forced himself not to touch his dick, even though it was twitching and
demanding attention by leaking precum from its bulging head and letting it
run down the length of its shaft.

   Monica spied his dribbling cock, watching it twitch and throb; she
wanted his cock in her, and it didn't matter which hole he chose as long as
she could feel its hardness inside her.

   But suddenly, her eyes widened and her breath came out in a sharp gasp
as Brenda, still licking and munching away at her pussy, found her 'sweet
spot'.  Brenda spread her thighs apart farther and held her in place,
feeling Monica's reaction to her teasing, and attacked the area with gusto.

   Tom's cock was so hard it was almost painful as he watched Monica squirm
and gasp for air under Brenda's talented tongue.  He knew she wouldn't be
able to hold back the orgasm building up, being on the receiving end of
Brenda's mouth himself.

   With a quick intake of breath, Monica grasped the arm of the couch
behind her head and held on for dear life.

   "Oh...  oh...  oh, God...  I'm gonna...  gonna..."

   The wave of pleasure overtook her as Monica flung her head back and let
out an animalistic groan.  Brenda lapped furiously at her wet and quivering
pussy, her juices coating her mouth and chin.  Monica's whole body lunged
and started quaking as her orgasm flooded through her loins.

   "Oh, God...  oh, yes...  oh...  ohhhhhh," she sobbed.

   After a moment or two, Monica lowered her body back down on the
cushions, panting and shivering as Brenda brought her down from her cum by
lovingly licking and kissing her puffy cunt.

   She rose up from her crouch, and Tom noticed her own sexual response to
her oral ministrations.  Her swollen nipples were sticking out so far they
looked like they hurt, and her pussy was glistening from horny moisture.

   She caressed Monica's thighs and smiled at her, watching her rub and
squeeze her breasts then her hot pussy, still needing sexual release.

   "Okay, sweetie," she said softly, then threw a glance at Tom, his cock
turning purple and shining on one side with precum, "Now you can have him."


   Still panting with sexual heat, Monica hungrily licked her lips at the
sight of Tom's huge, pulsing cock.  Tom, still a little hesitant, threw
Brenda a look to check and see if the situation was alright.

   Brenda winked at him assuredly and said, "It's okay, lover; go for it.
Give her what she needs."

   Monica reached out to grab Tom's shaft, but he stopped her and said,
"Not yet, Monica; let's get a little more comfortable." He knelt down and
scooped up Monica in his arms, hers wrapping around his shoulders as she
nibbled and kissed his neck.  Tom carried her into the bedroom with Brenda
right behind them, and laid her down.

   Monica didn't stay put for long, for once Tom got along side of the bed,
she rolled over to him and began fingering his cock, scrutinizing it with
her eyes and soft fingertips, making it twitch in response.  She stroked it
a few times making more precum flow out of the piss hole, then started
licking up and down the vein covered shaft.  Tom inhaled quickly as the sex
crazed girl engulfed his cockhead and started stuffing as much of his dick
into her warm, wet mouth as she could, her tongue slathering it with
lustful swipes.

   Lying next to Monica, Brenda's boobs heaved as her breathing became
heavier and she pushed her hand between her thighs, fingering her already
wet pussy.

   Her other hand reached under Monica and squeezed one of her soft tits,
whispering, "That's it, Monica; suck him good.  He loves blowjobs."

   Hearing that, Monica picked up her pace and made her head bob faster. 
Tom groaned in delight at the attention his dick was getting; from Monica's
warm mouth and Brenda's voyeuristic stare.  She was enjoying watching Tom
receive head from other woman, having seen it once before when a woman
'accidentally' found his cock in the supermarket during one of their naked,
invisible romps.

   Monica moaned around Tom's dick and her hand immediately darted between
her legs to play with her clit; she felt fingers sliding in and out of her
pussy.  Her fingertips flew over her swollen bud as Brenda wriggled two
digits inside of her velvet love hole, making it slick and shiny.

   Her eyes bugged out when Brenda slipped a finger into her tight anus
and, wiggling them in unison, sent her over the edge again.  Monica slipped
her mouth off of Tom's cock and grunted, her hips quaking, as the next
orgasm clamped her holes around Brenda's probing fingers.

   They both thought Monica was going to lie back and rest for a minute
when she flipped onto her back, panting and smiling, but were mistaken. 
Her hands eagerly groped and fondled her body once again, wanting more of
what Tom and Brenda were offering.

   "Please," she begged, spreading her legs apart, "I need a cock inside
me, right now."

   "How long did you say this would last?" asked Tom, giving Brenda a
worried glance.

   "Another hour, maybe more," she answered, running her fingers over the
horny girl's stomach.

   "You said your friend was at it for four hours, and then some."

   "Yes, but she took two Sex-Os; those clowns at the parking ramp said
they slipped a pill into her drink.  'Pill', singular.  If that's true,
then she'll be through this in an hour, maybe less if we both work on her."
Brenda's hand drifted up from Monica's belly to cup her boob, still hot and
topped with a puffy nipple.

   "All right," Tom sighed as he positioned himself between the horny
girl's parted legs.  He checked one last time with Brenda to be sure, and
she smiled and nodded that it was okay.

   With Brenda licking her neck and ear and caressing her tits, Monica
moaned in satisfaction when she felt the head of Tom's cock part her pussy
lips and ease its way inside her hot canal.  As soon as his hard length was
halfway inside her, she quickly wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled
him into hers.

   "Ohhhhhh, yes," she sighed, then looked at Brenda with sleepy eyes,
"He's so big...  you're a lucky gal."

   Brenda smiled sweetly at her, then winked at Tom and said, "I certainly
am."

   Tom returned her smile with love, then got back to business.  He was
humping Monica, but he didn't really put too much effort into it; she was
doing most of the work.  Monica's hips were thrusting up hard against him,
trying to get his entire thick member in her slippery, wet cunt.

   Tom did his best to hold out while Monica's pussy squeezed and milked
his cock; Brenda wasn't helping his situation any, turning him on even more
by licking and sucking Monica's nipples and watching them kiss like two
porn stars in heat.

   He fucked her faster when she started moaning louder, and Brenda nibbled
and tugged at her nipples knowing she was going to cum again.  Her orgasm
lasted a little longer than the previous ones as she arched her body to Tom
and let out a sobbing moan when her pussy tightened up around Tom's cock.

   Tom withdrew his throbbing shaft as Monica calmed down and laid her hips
back down on the bed, proud of himself for holding out as long as he did;
her tight, hot pussy making it difficult.

   But he and Brenda knew they weren't finished yet when Monica rolled over
and lifted her hips into the air again, spreading her ass cheeks apart and
moaned, "More..."

   Tom rolled his eyes and groaned, "You've got to be kidding," then looked
at Brenda, "Does this drug let you rest at all?"

   "That's the appeal of it," she shrugged, "It can make you go all night
if you take enough of it."

   Tom rubbed his face and muttered, "Oh, Christ on a crutch.  I love
having lots of sex, but this..."

   "Don't worry," Brenda assured him, positioning herself in front of
Monica, "She's starting to sound wore out; one more time and that should do
it." She reached towards Monica's ass and rubbed a finger tip around her
little puckered hole, making her quiver and giving Tom a hint, "Give it to
her good; that should wear the drug down." Tom lubed up his fingers with
baby oil and gently probed Monica's anus while Brenda spread her legs under
the woman's head.

   Grabbing a handful of her hair, she made Monica look at her and said,
"Okay, horny girl; you really want to get off good this time?"

   "Oh, yes." Monica sighed back, feeling Tom's fingers wiggling inside her
ass.

   Figuring she would get more excited and shake off the affects of the
Sex-O faster, Brenda smiled wickedly and seductively and said in a stern,
sultry voice, "Well, then you're going to have to give me something too. 
Do you want to please me, baby girl?"

   "Ooh, yes; let me please you."

   "Would you like to taste me?"

   Monica looked down at Brenda's moist, glistening pussy lips and said,
"Oh, please let me taste you."

   "Will you lick me and make me cum?"

   "Oh, God yes; I want you to cum on my face!"

   Tom did his best to calm down and ignore what the two women were saying,
but their sexy talk was making his balls ache.

   Brenda released Monica's hair and leaned back against the headboard,
saying, "Lick me, Monica; make me cum."

   Monica cooed as she lowered her head into Brenda's crotch, and started
nuzzling her thatch of fur and kissing her pussy lips.  Brenda sighed when
she felt her tongue lapping over her pussy, her breasts slowly rising and
lowering with heavy breaths.

   His swollen cock twitching and his nuts full and aching for release, Tom
watched the two women writhing on the bed in lustful abandon, his fingers
still sliding in and out of Monica's tight hole.  With all the sex going
on, it didn't take too long for Brenda to start cumming, though it felt
like hours to Tom.  Reaching behind to grab the headboard and steady
herself, Brenda panted and giggled as her orgasm closed in on her, Monica
licking at her clit and hitting her special 'tickle' spot.

   "Oh...  oh...  ohhhhhhh, yes!" she cried out as she came into Monica's
mouth, tiny squirts of pussy juice wetting down her face.  Brenda humped at
her tongue, yelping with each thrust, and finally groaned as the last of
her orgasm fluttered out of her pussy.  Running her fingers through
Monica's hair as she lapped up the rest of her love juice, Brenda nodded to
Tom and sighed, "That was wonderful, sweetie...  now, you get your reward."

   Monica's ass cheeks quivered in excitement as she felt Tom's bulbous
dickhead press against her asshole.

   "Yes...  yes..." she panted, lowering her hips to bear down on his cock,
"Oh, yes; give it to me!  Give me your big cock!"

   Tom sighed in relief when what he was hoping for happened: Brenda moved
out from under Monica's mouth and laid down beside her, reaching up between
her thighs to play with her wet cunt.  Making Monica cum sooner was a good
thing, for Tom doubted he could have held out for long; her ass hot and
tight and wanting more of him inside.

   "Oh...  oh, yes...  yes...  oh, fuck!" Monica blurted out as the last of
Tom's cock slid into her ass all the way to its base, "Oh, shit; he's so
fucking big!  Make me cum again!  Oh God, make me cum!"

   Once again, Monica was doing most of the work as she humped her ass into
Tom's hips, his swollen slab of man meat slipping in and out, faster and
faster.  She buried her face into a pillow and moaned and grunted as Brenda
wiggled her fingers into her already fucked pussy and brushed her clit with
her thumb.

   Tom was thankful when he felt Monica's thighs start to quiver and his
balls slapping against her even more wet cunt; it told him she was cumming
again...  hopefully for the last time tonight.  Thankful, because he was
close to his own orgasm.

   Monica humped faster and started trembling all over; her squeals muffled
by the pillow, but getting louder.  Finally, her whole body stiffened up
and she grunted wildly into the pillow as her orgasm hit her with full
force; Tom's throbbing cock in her ass and Brenda's fingers tickling her
twat.

   "Oh, oh, oh, oh...  ohhhh, fuuuuck!" As her orgasm flushed through her
groin and started to subside, Monica lowered her shivering body down on the
bed, forcing Tom to slip his bloated cock out of her ass.  Knowing he
needed to cum too, Brenda grabbed his slippery shaft and quickly pumped it
making him arch back and groan.  Thick jets of sperm shot out of his cock
and splattered all over Monica's back and ass, making her moan softly and
gyrate her hips at the sensation of hot cum being squirted on her body.

   Brenda milked Tom's dick to make sure his balls were properly emptied to
relieve the pent up pressure building inside his sack during their sexual
escapade and, once the last of his cum seeped out and dribbled onto
Monica's shapely ass, she drew herself up and kissed him.

   "You were wonderful, baby."

   "So were you," he said, rubbing her back and butt, "I had no idea you
were into sex on this level."

   "Well," she blushed, "I'm not really, but it was the only way I could
think of to help her out.  We had to get that drug out of her system, or
else it might have..."

   They both turned to Monica as she lazily turned her head to face them
and smiled, "That was incredible...  thank you."

   Cautiously, Brenda asked, "Do you want more, honey?"

   Monica shook her head slowly, "Not right now...  maybe later...  just
have to...  rest a minute...", and let her head fall back down on the
pillow.

   Brenda moved over to her and checked her forehead, "She's not as hot as
she was before; I think she's finally passed it."

   "Thank goodness," Tom sighed, "any more of that, and I'll be sore for
two or three days."

   Brenda quietly chuckled and headed for the bathroom, "Let's get her
cleaned up."

   Tom removed some clean sheets from the closet as Brenda returned with a
warm wash cloth and started wiping away the cum and oil from Monica's body.
Once done, Tom placed a sheet in her lap and gently picked her up, carrying
her to the living room couch while Brenda changed the sheets on the bed.

   After laying her down and covering her, Tom gave her a kiss on her
forehead and whispered, "Just sleep now, honey; you're safe here.  We'll
explain everything tomorrow...  if you remember it, that is."

   "Mm-hmmmmm," Monica purred back.  Just as Brenda had said about the
Sex-O pill, ten or so minutes after it wore off, she was asleep.

   The lights were off and Brenda was already in bed when Tom crawled in
beside her and let her snuggle up to him.

   "Do you think she'll remember what happened?" he asked quietly.

   "Six or seven times out of ten, they usually don't they say," Brenda
mumbled back, "We'll think of something to tell her, tomorrow."

   "We did the right thing by helping her, didn't we?"

   "Absolutely," Brenda reached down and fondled Tom's now flaccid cock,
"but I didn't get any of this bad boy."

   "You will, but not tonight.  I'm saving it for a special fuck, just for
you.  I owe you one, remember?"

   Brenda grinned in the darkness, knowing what he was referring to: making
him cum against his will into the bush at the office building downtown.

   "What are you going to do?" she asked with a nervous giggle.  She
suddenly squeaked when he reached for her body and tickled her.

   They snuggled back down into bed as he whispered, "You'll see."

   Brenda laid her head against his shoulder, quietly giggling in
anticipation.

   I think I'm really going to like this 'hero' stuff, he thought as the
lovers drifted off to sleep.

   Ghost of a Chance Ch.  06

   "I can only remember bits and pieces of it," said Monica, after sipping
from her coffee mug, "I was on the dance floor with two guys when I started
getting hot and dizzy.  When I left the floor to go to the bathroom, I
remembered feeling this way before.  That's when I figured out they must
has slipped that pill in my drink."

   Brenda and Tom, sitting across from her at the kitchen table, sipped
from their own mugs and listened to Monica's account of what happened to
her when a pair of lowlifes dropped a sex pill into her cocktail at a
nightclub.

   "I was running out of the club and made it into the stairwell of the
parking ramp...  I wasn't wearing my dress; I don't remember how it came
off...  I got to the top, and...  those two guys followed me...  and
someone else," Monica's face narrowed in confusion as she tried to recall
the events on the ramp.  "The two jerks came at me, and...  then they were
on the floor, unconscious.  I was riding in a car; yours?" Tom and Brenda
both nodded to her query, "Then I was naked, and...  that's when we had
sex, right?" Again, the pair across from her nodded.

   During the night, Tom and Brenda went out on patrol of the city dressed
as its two newest heroes, Ghost and Ghoul.  Thanks to the rings that made
both of them invisible, the intrepid pair managed to take down criminals
one at a time in an attempt to clean up their crime ridden city and help
those in trouble.

   One of the people they helped was Monica, a young girl who was drugged
at a dance club with a pill called a 'Sex-O', a narcotic that made the
victim sexually aroused for hours until it wore off.  Saving her from being
raped, Tom and Brenda took the hapless girl home with them and eased her
sexual frustration in order to work the drug out of her system.

   The following morning, Monica woke up to the smell of coffee.  Wrapping
the bed sheet she was sleeping on around her, she found Brenda in the
kitchen, two steaming mugs in her hands.  She told the young lady to go
into the bathroom first and get dressed; Brenda had left some of her own
clothes for her to use since the only thing Monica wore were her torn bra
and boy shorts.

   Seeing her return to the kitchen fully dressed, she sat her down at the
table and explained what had happened and what they did to help her.  Tom
walked in at the middle of the explanation, pouring himself some java, and
joined the ladies.  Monica grinned sheepishly and blushed; that told Tom
that she remembered what happened that night.  Brenda just patted the
girl's hand and told that it was alright and that the wild sex the three of
them engaged in was necessary in order to get the drug worked out of her
body.

   "I know," said Monica, quietly, "I've...  taken it before, when I was a
freshmen.  It was a dumb thing to do, I know." Monica dropped her head in
shame.

   "It's okay, honey," Tom assured her, "We've all done foolish things in
our youth."

   She looked up again at the couple, a tear rolling down her cheek, "Thank
you for helping me."

   Brenda leaned into Monica and hugged her, "You're welcome, sweetheart.
Everything's okay now."

   As Monica sat back, absently wiping at her face, she asked, "Who were
those other two people?"

   Tom and Brenda purposely put confused looks on their faces, "What other
two people?"

   "Wasn't there two others with you guys?" Monica's face scrunched up in
confusion, "There were two people with ugly faces dressed in dark
clothes... weren't there?"

   Brenda shook her head, "Honey, there was no one else there except us."

   "But I thought I saw..." Monica finally gave up, chalking it up to the
drug which left memory gaps in the minds of most who took it, its only side
effect.  "I guess maybe I imagined them.  I thought for sure that there
were..." She shook her head, confused.

   "That's okay, Monica," said Brenda with a consoling smile, "You were
really out of it when we found you; you barely knew where you were when we
brought you here."

   Monica shrugged, "Well they say if you can't remember the night before,
you must have had a good time.  So...  thanks." She smiled shyly through
the blush on her cheeks.  Tom tipped his mug to her with his own grin.

   "Well, I should be getting home now," Monica sipped the last of her
coffee and rose from the table, Tom and Brenda getting up and walking her
to the door.

   "You're sure you don't want a ride home?"

   Monica shook her head, "No, it's alright; I only live about four blocks
from here.  It's a nice day out, and...  I think I'd like to walk for
awhile.  Kinda...  have time to myself, you know?"

   "We understand," Tom nodded.

   Monica leaned into Tom to hug him, kissing his cheek, then repeated the
maneuver on Brenda, whispering, "Thank you.", and strolled out the door and
onto the sidewalk.

   "Oh, brother," said Tom, rolling his eyes, "that was close."

   "You're telling me," answered Brenda, matching his expression, "We're
going to have to be more careful when we do shit like that."

   Early on, Tom made the decision never to tell anyone about the rings
that he had found and what they could do.  If some unscrupulous person ever
discovered that the rings had the power to render their wearers invisible,
there was no telling what purpose they would use them for.

   The only exception he made to that promise was Brenda, a woman he had
saved from being raped.  Recognizing her from his high school days, he told
her how he helped her and showed her how the rings worked.  Since he knew
she had seen (or rather 'didn't see') him fighting off her attacker, he
figured he owed her an explanation, worried that she might think she was
loosing her mind or have other people think she was crazy.

   Together they discovered that, not only could they have fun being
invisible (i.e.  walking through the city naked, having sex in public,
making things disappear), they could help others with their abilities. 
After a heated discussion and a round of 'make-up' sex, they decided to
take on the criminals of their city dressed as Ghost and Ghoul, two hideous
apparitions armed with non-lethal weapons that thwarted and pummeled
dirtbag law breakers and scaring the piss out of them...  literally, as
well as figuratively.

   Tom started to get into his new role as a crime fighter, but still
worried about the safety of his new partner.  During their escapades of
naked fun, he discovered that he had fallen in love with Brenda, and didn't
want any harm to come to her.  Confessing the same feelings for him, Brenda
convinced Tom that together they could clean up their city one lowlife at a
time and, thanks to their invisibility, the scum of the town would never
figure it out.  And if they did, what could they say?  'Two invisible
people stopped them from committing a crime'?

   "Oh, by the way; what should I do with these?" Brenda reached into a
drawer of the living room end table and pulled out a small plastic baggie.
Inside were about a dozen or so white pills, shaped like tiny donuts; the
'Sex-O' drugs.  "I picked them out of the pocket of the first clown you
slammed into the car last night."

   Tom just shook his head, "Well, that's at least a dozen other girls they
can't hurt with those damn things anymore," he reached for her and pulled
her close, nuzzling her neck, "and we certainly don't need them." Brenda
giggled as he nibbled on her ear.  Kissing her cheek, he jerked his head
towards the bathroom, "Flush 'em."

   Brenda trotted off to dispose of the pills as Tom packed their weapons
and disguises into their backpacks.  He finished packing both when Brenda
walked back in.

   "So, what's on for today?"

   "Oh, a little bit of fun," Tom answered, holding up the packs, "this
kind," he reached around Brenda and squeezed a handful of her round,
luscious ass, "and our kind."

   Brenda gave him a lustful look, flashing him her mischievous 'Let's do
something naughty' grin.

   ***

   "So, do we have a deal?"

   The goatee wearing fencer closed the top to the briefcase that was full
of assorted jewels, mostly diamonds, and casually lit a cigarette as he
waited for an answer.

   The swarthy, dark skinned man in the charcoal grey suit sitting across
from him answered him with a snap of his fingers.  A big goon waltzed up
and placed another case on the table, opening it.  Inside were stacks of
one hundred dollar bills neatly piled to the brim.

   "We have a deal," he said in a gravelly voice.

   The pair of smugglers smiled at each other, toasting their
transaction... unaware that their hired muscle guarding the warehouse they
were doing business in were falling one by one.  There were about fifteen
in all, now down to five all seated or standing at the table set in the
middle of the floor's expanse.

   Mr.  Goatee pushed the case of jewels towards his business associate, he
doing the same with the case of money, when the big goon suddenly grunted
and fell forward hitting the floor full length with a not-so-graceful thud.

   Both men and their respective body guards bolted up from the table and
drew their weapons.

   "What is this?  What did you do?"

   Mr.  Goatee scanned the warehouse, his face plastered with confusion and
fear, and answered Mr.  Dark Suit, "Me?  I didn't do anything!  What's the
matter with your man?" He aimed his gun at his would-be partner, "If this
is a setup..."

   "I did nothing!" replied Dark Suit, matching the gesture with his own
gun.

   Suddenly, both of their remaining body guards let out a painful yelp and
slumped to the dirty floor, unconscious.  The two smugglers simply stared
at their knocked out cohorts, then at each other.

   "What's going on?" asked Mr.  Goatee as he swung his gun around ready to
shoot, and yelled, "Who's doing this?  Where are you?"

   "Close."

   At the sound of a low, menacing answer, the scum in the goatee whipped
around and fire his gun twice.  A heartbeat after the echoes of the shot
died off, he and his associate heard the haunting shrill of laughter,
followed by, "Missed."

   Sweat dripped off the forehead of Mr.  Dark Suit as he too scanned the
expanse of the warehouse with narrow eyes.

   "Boo!"

   Startled by the voice suddenly behind him, he turned sharply and was
ready to fire his own weapon...  when it was quickly yanked out of his hand
and flying across the floor.

   "Who are you?" he bellowed, his bottom lip quivering, "What are you?"

   Out of nowhere, his adversary appeared in front of him, grabbing the
lapels of his suit and answered, "Your worst nightmare!"

   The man's terrified scream echoed throughout the warehouse when his
tormentor's face came into view...  or rather what was left of it.  Looking
like a freshly dug up corpse, its electric blue eyes glinted in the paltry
light from the low hanging fixtures on the high ceiling.  He started to
swing at the hideous face, but didn't get any farther than rearing back for
the punch.  Two electrified prongs snapped up and were pressed into the
man's neck, sending him into stunned unconsciousness.  His heavy form
flopped down onto the table, knocking off both cases, then slipped to the
floor.

   Mr.  Goatee just stood there in shock, first by seeing his business
partner disappear right in front of him, then seeing him reappear, out cold
and on the deck.

   "You bastard!" he shouted, raising his gun, "You're dead!"

   "After you."

   He turned to the second voice behind him, just as his own gun was pulled
out of his grasp, and felt someone grabbing him.  His own echoing shriek of
terror matched his unconscious partner's as a skull with glowing red eyes
materialized in front of him.

   "You've been trafficking stolen goods," the skull face growled, "that's
not very nice."

   "What the fuck are you?" Mr.  Goatee whined.

   "The Ghost."

   Recognition glinted in the hapless smuggler's eye, "Yeah, I've heard
about you...  and your partner."

   "Ghoul!" Ghost retorted angrily, tightening his grip on the lowlife and
making sure he had contact with the bare part of the side of his hand
against the man's body.

   "Yeah, yeah...  'Ghoul', whatever.  I thought somebody made that shit
up."

   "You thought wrong." Ghost nodded to his partner, unseen by the goon but
in full view of him thanks to one of the abilities of the rings that
allowed them to see each other while being invisible to others around them.

   Ghoul walked up to the dueling pair, briefcase in hand, and touched the
side of her open glove to the scum's shoulder.  Contact with any part of
her (or Tom's) bare skin to any object would render it invisible, and
people inside the invisible field with them would be able to see them. 
Goatee let out another shriek when her decomposed corpse face appeared.

   "You just went out of business, fuzzy face," she growled at him,
dropping the case at his feet and cracking it open, scattering the
glittering jewels everywhere.  "You're done dealing in this city, as well
as your friend over there," she jerked her head towards the dark suit still
out like a light on the floor under the table.

   Pulling the scumbag closer, Ghost focused his attention on him, "If we
ever catch you dealing again, we're going to be very...  upset." Goatee
didn't even want to think about how 'upset' they could get after witnessing
what happened as his defeater continued, "Take this back to your friends:
the city no longer belongs to any of you; it belongs to us now...  and
we'll be watching."

   With that, Ghost tossed the goon away from him sending him to the dusty
floor and vanishing once contact was broken.  Goatee pushed himself up and
frantically looked around the warehouse to see...  nothing.  With the
exception of his business partner and their collective associates
unconscious on the floor and bound hand and foot with plastic zip ties,
there was no one else there.

   But that thought disappeared as quickly as his tormentors when he heard
the echo of frightening laughter bounce off the warehouse walls.

   Giving up on his associates, his business partner, and his ill-gotten
gains still scattered all over the floor, Goatee took off like a shot
towards the door and disappeared himself.

   "Should we go after him?" asked Ghoul.

   Ghost shook his head, "No, let him go.  I've got a feeling he and his
buddies won't be doing any 'business' for a while."

   Even though it couldn't be seen under her mask, Ghoul frowned, "But I
wanted to see him pee his pants."

   Ghost chuckled a little at that, but then got serious, "In a way, that
worries me a little.  Anyone tough enough not to get that scared might be a
problem later."

   Just then, the sounds of sirens blared close to the warehouse and the
pair of heroes saw police officers charging into the huge room a moment
later, guns drawn and ready.  They quietly slipped off to the side and
didn't make a sound as the cops began rousing the dazed goons and hauling
them outside.

   Two men in suits, flanked by two other burly cops, carefully stepped
through the maze of clutter, bodies, and merchandise as they made their way
to the table.  The taller of the two suits started his questioning as the
beefy cops hauled Mr.  Dark Suit up off the floor.

   "Well, looks like you didn't learn your lesson the first time did you
Frankie boy."

   Franco Typalla, Mr.  Dark Suit, simply gave the detective a contemptible
look.

   "Where's your business partner, Frankie?" asked the other detective.

   No answer.

   "Well since I don't see any money around, I'll assume the deal was made
and he's already on his way to Cancun." Looking around at the mess, he
continued, "So, you wanna tell me what happened?  The deal didn't go down
the way you thought it would?"

   As the officers behind him cuffed his hands, Typalla thought for a split
second to tell the detectives exactly what went down, but in the same
second decided not to.  What the Hell could he say?  They'd never believe
him; in fact, he barely believed it himself.

   "I'm sure you'll feel like talking after we get you downtown and give
you your phone call.  Get him outta here."

   The tall detective jerked his head, and the two big cops hustled Typalla
out the door and into a police car.  Another cop entered and addressed
them.

   "We've checked the rest of the building and the grounds; there's nobody
else here."

   "Okay," the shorter detective answered, "Start processing the scene and
get the evidence together."

   "Yes, sir."

   The tall detective turned to his partner and asked, "What do you think?"

   "Somebody must've taken out and trussed up these clowns," the other one
answered, thumbing at the assorted riff-raff being manhandled out of the
building, "Fourteen in all.  I doubt the other guy did it by himself, and
some of those goons worked for him.  He must have had help."

   "Or somebody beat him to it," the tall cop rubbed his forehead, scanning
the area around him carefully, "I wonder...  maybe there is something to
that 'Ghost' character all these scumbags keep yappin' about."

   "Ah, c'mon; you don't really buy into that shit, do you?"

   "Look how many perps we've brought in that say just about the same
thing: some ghostly figure with a skull's face trounced them.  Some said
that there were two of them; that's too many similar stories to be a
coincidence."

   "They're probably hyped up on the same drugs and flying off to the same
area of Dreamland."

   The tall one rubbed at his head again, "Yeah, maybe...  but it's just...
you said yourself Typalla's business partner couldn't have taken out all of
these guys by himself.  Fourteen of them?  Even ten of us couldn't take
down that many without firing a shot."

   "All right," his partner conceded, "we'll keep the file open for now,
but...  a ghost?  Get real; there's no such thing as ghosts.  If it is
somebody running around taking out dirtbags, he isn't a spirit.  C'mon,
let's get Typalla and rest of the Peanut Gallery down to the station."

   As most of the cops left the warehouse, three people with kits in their
hands starting scooping up the jewels and weapons left lying around into
evidence bags.  One of them turned to the door when he heard a clanking
sound.

   "Did you hear that?"

   One of his team turned her head to him and answered, "It's an old
building, practically falling apart.  They've already cleared it; there's
no one else here but us."

   The man simply shrugged and when back to his work, as Ghoul carefully
stepped around the thin wire pipe she accidentally bumped into.  Once
outside, the heroes saw two remaining police cars and three officers
guarding the area.  Unseen, they simply walked passed them.

   "Sorry," Ghoul whispered as they made their way to the parking ramp a
few blocks away.

   "It's okay," her partner answered, "they didn't think anything of it. 
Just be more careful next time."

   "I think we're both going to have to be careful; they're starting to
catch on."

   "All they have right now are a lot of questions and no answers.  We take
it easy for awhile, but I think we're still safe."

   Ghoul hefted the briefcase in her hand, "How much do you think is in
here?"

   "Judging from what was in the other one, I'm guessing a couple million."

   "Wow," she breathed, "this will definitely help us out with our... 
'extracurricular activities'."

   "That, and then some," Ghost smirked.

   Walking up to the top level, they paused at Tom's car to make sure there
was no one else around, then popped the trunk open.  They shucked their
disguises and tossed them into the back along with the money filled case,
leaving them wearing summer street clothes.  Brenda smiled as she stepped
out of her boots to slip on her tennis shoes, for when her bare feet came
into contact with the ramp floor it disappeared, leaving a round hole under
her.  The floor became solid concrete again when she got her shoes back on.

   "That's so weird seeing stuff like that," she said, tying her laces. 
Her face lit up when she looked up at Tom, standing near the car wearing...
nothing, except his own shoes.  Her grin came back, and, "And just what's
on your mind?" "A little fun," he smiled back.

   Brenda stood up and quickly pulled off her T-shirt and slipped out of
her shorts, letting them fall and stepping out of them.  With no underwear,
she tossed them into the trunk leaving her naked.  Still invisible, they
embraced and kissed lustfully, Tom's dick growing and Brenda's pussy
getting moist.

   "Are you ready to pay for that little 'naughty' you pulled on me in the
office building?" He was referring to the incident in the complex where
Brenda's ex-husband worked.  She was sucking on Tom's cock in the elevator
and continued to play with him after they exited, bringing him to orgasm.
Ignoring his pleas to stop, Brenda made him cum into a planter in the
lobby. If anyone there happened to be looking in that direction, they would
have seen thick spurts of semen come out of...  nothing, and splatter all
over the leaves of the plants, not to mention hearing Tom's stifled grunts
of pleasure as Brenda jacked him off.  They came close to getting caught,
and Tom was ready to 'get even'.

   Brenda nervously nodded, her heart beating faster in anticipation as to
what Tom had in mind.

   "You're going streaking, you naughty little girl," said Tom, the smile
on Brenda's face widening.  But her expression dropped into a surprised "O"
face when she heard him say, "but without the ring."

   "That's not fair," she giggled.

   "It wasn't fair when you made me cum all over that planter.  I almost
squirted the back of some guy's head behind it."

   Brenda giggled again, "I know."

   "Well now you're going to be punished for being a bad girl," Tom
wickedly grinned as he held out his hand, "Give it up."

   Brenda looked around her, nervous, and slipped the ring off her finger
and handed it to Tom, who had his free hand resting on her hip keeping her
invisible.  As they walked hand in hand to the elevator, Tom spelled out
the plan.

   "I checked and there aren't any cameras in this structure, so you don't
have to worry about being seen by any security guards.  There's a bright
red SUV parked near the exit; I'll be right in front of it waiting for you.
You can use the elevator if you want, but..." he shrugged, knowing that
Brenda would be taking a risk getting caught in the elevator naked by
anyone who happened to be riding it.  Brenda knew it too, getting a little
excited at the thought of being caught.

   "'Near the exit'?  That's four levels down."

   "You better be careful, then...  and fast.  This time of day, there
shouldn't be anyone in the ramp, but you never know."

   "This isn't fair," she whined with a smile.

   "You said you wanted to try things outdoors, and we've already been
streaking."

   Brenda got a little wetter, remembering their time in the city park
where they both took off their rings and streaked through the park to
sounds of approval and disapproval from the patrons.

   "Yeah, but I had the ring to hide with afterwards." A good thing too,
considering they came within a hair of getting arrested by the two cops who
saw their naked butts run down the jogging trail.

   "I'll let you know where I am when you get down there; all you have to
do is touch me and 'poof', gone."

   They reached the elevator and Tom pressed the button, the doors parting
a minute later to reveal an empty car.  Holding the doors with one hand and
Brenda's with the other, he turned and asked, "Ready?"

   Smiling, Brenda nodded quickly even though she was quivering all over.

   "Oh, all right," sighed Tom.  Sensing her apprehension, he held the door
open with his foot and handed her the ring back, "Stick this in your shoe;
you can use it in an emergency.  But I expect to see you coming towards me
naked when you get to the bottom."

   "Thanks," she sighed in relief.

   Tom let go of her hand and stepped into the elevator car and said "This
should be fun.  Good luck." right before the doors closed.

   Grinning at the thought of running around naked, this time without being
invisible, she slid the ring inside of her shoe and wiggled her foot to
make sure it slipped down to her toes.

   That's when her eyes went eyes with realization.  Tom wasn't holding her
hand anymore, leaving her outside of his power field.  She was standing on
the roof floor of the parking ramp, out in the open, naked and very visible
to anyone that happened to be looking, and that would be anyone looking out
of their office windows of the buildings surrounding the ramp.

   Quickly darting behind the stairwell structure (which didn't help too
much, considering anyone on the other side of the ramp could see her),
Brenda formulated her plan.

   "All I have to do is stay in the stairwell until I get to the bottom,
then..." But she remembered what Tom had said: meet her at the red SUV near
the exit, and the exit was on the opposite side of the ramp.  She'd have to
get to the other stairwell across the lot floor.

   "Oh, great," she huffed, rolling her eyes, "well...  I have the ring
just in case." But in her heart, she wanted to try it all the way down
without becoming invisible.  The thought of running through the ramp
structure naked, where anyone could catch her got her aroused.

   "Okay...  here goes."

   Skipping quickly and staying close to the parked cars, Brenda made her
way across the roof to the other stairwell, her breasts and ass cheeks
bouncing and wobbling.  She kept picturing in her mind everyone in the
office building across from her staring out of their windows watching her
naked body jiggling as she ran.  When she made it to the doors, she scanned
the building, and sure enough there was somebody looking: a man dressed in
a janitor's uniform holding a trash bag.

   I knew it, she thought.

   Seeing the man staring and smiling, Brenda panicked for a second, then
realized that she was somewhat safe.  What could he do from two blocks away
and six floors up?

   Call the cops, that's what.

   But judging from the smile, she didn't think he was going to do
anything. Smiling back and blowing him a kiss, she darted into the doors
and down the well.  She grinned at being caught naked, and being seen got
her horny; her nipples starting to harden.

   Okay, one down; three to go.  Just stay in this stairwell, and...

   Her brain stopped when she heard a door open and feet clomping up the
steps.

   Uh, oh.

   She peeked out of the doors on the third level, scanned the area, and
darted out into the maze of parked cars.  She hid between two big trucks as
she listened to someone exiting the stairwell and start walking.  A man in
coveralls and wearing a tool belt strolled passed, not even giving a glance
in her direction when he passed the trucks, making Brenda sigh with relief.
She heard a car door slam shut and an engine roar to life, and then saw a
work truck glide by and down the exit ramp.

   Her heart was beating with excitement knowing she was almost caught, and
found she was actually enjoying her nude romp in a public place.

   This is even better than the park, she mused.

   Brenda started to get up from her hiding place, but froze when she heard
the sound of another set of feet coming up the stairs.  She turned back and
headed for the stairwell opposite from the one she needed, slipping between
cars and staying low.

   But halfway there, the doors to the other stairwell creaked open and she
ducked down behind a sedan.  Peeking out from behind the fender, she saw
another guy with a tool belt heading her way, and heard the sound of
footsteps behind her.  She was caught in the middle.

   Brenda looked around quickly and spotted her only way out: the car ramp
that led down to the next level.  Holding her breath, she flashed across
the floor and down the ramp, knowing full well a car could be coming up any
moment and there was no place to hide.  She was hot with excitement, the
sweat rolling off her forehead.  Her breasts swelled up with her nipples
getting as hard as pencil erasers, and she could feel her pussy getting
wetter, the juices starting to run down her thighs.

   At the bottom of the ramp, she hid behind one of the structure's support
columns and searched the area, seeing no one in sight.

   Breathing heavily, Brenda contemplated fishing the ring out of her shoe
and putting it on.  But she decided to go all the way with her
'punishment'. Coming within a hair's breath of being caught in the nude
made her so horny, and she liked it.  She was going to finish this and then
relieve her pent up sexual frustrations once Tom was within reach.

   Oh, is he going to get it when I get a hold of him, she thought grinning
from ear to ear and rubbing at her tingling vagina.

   Another door cracked open and two more people walked out of the
stairwell, the one she needed.

   Cripes, don't these people have jobs?

   Seeing the other well was closer, Brenda jogged toward it with her boobs
bouncing and swaying all the way.  Just as she got to the doors, the
elevator dinged and the doors started to part.  A man in a grey suit
carrying a briefcase eased out of the car and started a little.  For a
second, he thought he saw a naked woman slip into the stairwell, her bare
ass disappearing behind the closing door.

   "Naaaah," he mumbled, shaking his head and thinking he was seeing things
because of the drinks he had at lunch.

   Brenda panted with thrilling fear and sexual heat racing through her
body, her boobs heaving up and down with every breath.  Her nipples were so
hard they almost hurt, and her pussy was glistening with wetness.  She was
almost sure she had an orgasm when she narrowly avoided the man in the
elevator.

   She again peeked out of the well to scan the area, finally reaching the
bottom of the ramp and, just as Tom said, seeing the red SUV parked near
the exit to the road...  all the way at the other end of the lot.  Not
seeing anyone, she gulped and whispered to herself, "Okay, it's 'go for
broke' time." She mentally counted off: one...  two...  THREE!

   Brenda couldn't help but start to laugh as she took off from the
stairwell as fast as she could and ran down the middle of the aisle, naked
as the day she was born and in plain sight of anyone that was watching. 
She was thrilled and terrified at the same time.

   Tom, watching her from in front of the SUV, took of his ring and became
visible, still naked as she was and sporting a huge hard on upon seeing
Brenda's wobbling breasts bouncing at him and spying her wet pussy.

   Seeing him and what was waiting for her between his legs, Brenda picked
up her pace, smiling.

   "Per is vox, lux lucis sinus," mumbled Tom (the Latin phrase he was told
to say in order to make the ring's power work) as he slipped the ring back
on, vanishing.

   Brenda finally arrived at the red car and reached out to Tom and,
grabbing his arm and coming into contact with his skin, vanished from sight
as well.  He saw her breasts rising and falling with her excited pants and
the horny gleam in her eyes.

   "Oh, God; that was exciting," she breathed out, "I almost got caught by
three or four people, and one guy saw me from the window of the building
across the street."

   "You didn't use your ring?"

   She shook her head, "I wanted to see if I could get away with it, and I
did.  I ran through the whole parking ramp naked." She couldn't stop
smiling.

   "How do you feel?  If you want to rest a bit..."

   But she shook her head again, this time slowly and with a seductive look
in her eye, "I'm horny as Hell right now, and you're going to be sorry you
made me hot."

   She grabbed his hard, bloated cock and hauled him behind her to a
protective yellow guard post against a wall and pointed to it, "Lean up
against that."

   "Just don't let go of me," he said, leaning back against the pole,
"you'll become visible if you break contact."

   "Oh, don't you worry," she snickered wickedly, bending at the waist,
"I'm not planning on it."

   And with that, she started stroking his swollen member and quickly
engulfed its head into her hungry wet mouth, her tongue slathering it with
spit and playfully poking into its piss hole.

   Tom groaned quietly as Brenda bobbed her head up and down, sucking and
slurping all over his cock and reaching between her legs to diddle her
clit. She let go of his shaft to knead her breast and tug at the hard
nipple, her mouth the only thing coming into contact with Tom and the only
thing keeping her invisible.  Knowing that if she slipped off his dick and
reappeared nude in front of anyone passing by excited her even more, and
she doubled her efforts licking and sucking up and down his bone.

   Tom arched back and grunted when she grabbed his balls, milking them;
Brenda knew he was close when his dickhead swelled up and the shaft started
twitching.  She stopped playing with her extremely wet pussy and held onto
his hard dick as she sucked harder on its head.

   Tom couldn't hold back the tidal wave of semen that was bubbling up his
cock and groaned through his clenched teeth.  Sperm blasted out of his cock
hole and into the awaiting, greedy mouth of Brenda, who squeaked when the
first shot leaped out and splattered her tongue.  Thick jets of cum filled
her mouth and she quickly gulped them down, Tom panting and groaning with
pleasure.  Sucking out the last of his spunk, Brenda teased him by running
her tongue over his sensitive cock head, making him quiver, and released it
with a smacking pop.

   Still holding onto his dick, Brenda smiled at him seeing the look of
satisfaction on his face.  But she stood upright and said, "We're not done
yet; come on."

   Brenda guided Tom back to the elevator, again by his cock.  Making it
all the way to the top level without being stopped, they got out and headed
for their car, but Brenda suddenly stopped.

   "I'm still horny," she said, gently pumping his still hard dick.

   "So am I," he replied, slightly out of breath.

   "Well, we'd better take care of that, don't you think?" With that,
Brenda let go of his cock and started towards the car.

   "Brenda, you're visible; somebody will see you!"

   "Then you'd better catch me before someone does," she grinned naughtily.

   Tom smiled watching Brenda saunter back to the car, slowly and sexy and
in full view.  Her naked ass twitched back and forth as she raised her arms
to stretch, showing off her ample breasts and pert nipples.  Tom hurried
behind her, but didn't reach out to touch her until they were both back at
the car.  Once there, she leaned on the trunk and spread her legs apart
giving Tom a great view of her swollen and wet pussy.

   "Do me right here, right now," she hissed over her shoulder.

   Tom didn't hesitate for a second.  He immediately got behind her and
rubbed his cock up and down her wet slit, making her rear back and moan. 
He wedged the head in between her pouting lips and slowly entered her,
enjoying the way her cunt contracted and pulled him in.

   But Brenda didn't want it slow.  She sharply pushed her hips back and
impaled herself on Tom's cock, letting out a squeal of delight when his
thick shaft squeezed into her tight hole.  Tom started humping her ass hard
and fast, with Brenda meeting his thrusts with equal force.

   "Oh God, yes," she spit out, "Fuck me, Tom.  Fuck me hard!"

   Tom banged at her ass making her cheeks jiggle and produced slapping
sounds as he plowed his fat cock into Brenda, her cunt squeezing and
milking the shaft with every thrust.  Grunting and panting, Brenda arched
back as he plunged his dick all the way inside her and held it there for a
few seconds making her moan loudly.  If there was anyone there to hear
them, they didn't care.

   Once again, Tom felt his dick swell up and his balls tighten; he was
going to cum again.  Brenda felt it inside her pussy and started thrusting
back at him again, giggling because it hit her 'tickle' spot and was
bringing her close to her own orgasm.

   All of his muscles tightened up as Tom slammed his cock into Brenda,
trying to hold back another explosive orgasm.  Brenda wasn't helping,
humping her hips back at him, giggling and mewling with sexual passion.

   "Ohhhh, I'm so close," she snickered, trying not to be loud, "I can't
hold it back anymore." Shaking her head from side to side, she arched her
body and braced her arms against the trunk lid, letting out a series of
squeaks and squeals as her pussy clamped down on Tom's cock and started
squirting.

   Feeling her squirts of love drench his member, Tom body stiffened up and
a strained growl escaped from his mouth.  The cum churning in his balls
raced up his shaft and exploded inside Brenda, covering her inner walls in
hot, thick spurts.  Brenda bobbed her hips on his dick, milking it for all
it would squirt and coming down from her own tickling and powerful orgasm.

   Hot and sweaty, Tom swayed a bit and leaned forward to leave kisses on
Brenda's equally hot and sweaty back and shoulders, letting his now spent
and wet cock slip out of her moist, dripping hole.

   "Oh shit," she panted heavily, still leaning against the car, "that was
fantastic."

   Knowing that no one could see them but still curious, Tom looked around
at the office building windows around the ramp as he rubbed Brenda's
shoulders, "Do you think anyone saw you walking to the car?"

   "Oh, God; I hope so," she replied, grinning and exhausted.  Still
keeping contact with him, Brenda turned to face him and wrapped her arms
around him to kiss him.

   "Next time, I want it in my ass."

   Tom's eyes widened a bit, and not just at the request for anal sex,
"'Next time'?"

   "Uh huh," she nodded, wearing that daring grin again and throwing a
glance at the lower levels of the parking ramp, "because...  I want to do
that again."

   ***

   Ghost and Ghoul simply shook their heads and stared at the goons loading
up a van with boxes of fenced goods, everything from computer download
music pods to portable DVD players.  They had just started their transfer
of goods when the pair of heroes showed up and were ready to try out their
new 'toys'.

   Ghoul reached up and touched the side of her throat to click off her new
'voice box', a device they acquired that altered their voices and were also
hooked up to listening plugs in their ears to better hear one another.

   "That tip we heard on the police scanner was right," she whispered in
her normal voice.

   Matching her gesture, Ghost switched off and replied, "Yeah; looks that
way..."

   "What is it?"

   "I don't know; something doesn't feel right.  Does this seem too easy to
you?"

   "Easy, hard; what's the difference?  It's not like they're expecting us.
Let's go."

   Clicking their 'evil voices' back on, the intrepid duo walked up to the
group of lowlifes through puffs of steam wafting from cracks in the many
pipes lining the walls of the alley.  They were just about to pounce on the
gang of thugs when one of them swung a large hammer down and broke open one
of the rusted pipes.  Steam blasted out of the opening and filled the alley
with a fine mist.

   "NOW!" one of them shouted.

   A freight train slammed into Ghost's chest when a goon fired at him. 
The impact of the bullet striking the bullet-proof vest he was wearing sent
him flying backwards into a pile of garbage bags, and the top portion of
the heap rained down on him, covering him in trash and obscuring his body
from view.  Semi-conscious, the voices around him faded in and out, his
vision blurred and distorted.

   "NO!" another one of them shouted out, "He wants them alive, you fucking
idiot!"

   Ghoul managed to dodge the bullet heading in her direction with the
round whizzing passed her ear, and swiftly came up with her baton to bash
the nearest goon in the face.  She was able to take out another one right
before she felt a hard object come into contact with the back of her head.
Dazed and unable to focus her eyes, another swing connected to her head and
dropped her to the ground, unconscious.

   "Pick him up!" another one ordered.

   Two cohorts grabbed at Ghoul and, once getting a solid grip, hoisted her
up and into the back of the van.

   "I still can't see him."

   "It doesn't matter.  You can still feel him; he's real.  Find his arms
and tie him up." "Where's the other one?"

   "'Dirty Harry' over here shot him," the one barking orders thumbed at
the goon next to him, then reached around to slap him upside the head, "You
dumb fuck!  He wanted both of them, alive!"

   "I'm sorry!" the nitwit whined back, "He came at us; what were we
suppose to do?"

   "Follow fucking orders, you asshole!"

   "Shut up, all of you!" This came from the front of the van.  The man in
the driver's seat turned back to the rest and continued, "We've got one of
them; if the other one isn't dead, he'll come to us to get his partner
back. Let's just go before the cops get here!"

   The rest of the group piled into the van, which roared to life and
pulled out of the alley.

   A few minutes later, hidden underneath mounds of garbage and trash can
lids, Ghost pulled himself out of the mess slowly and winced when he
twisted the wrong way.  The pain from the bullet that smashed into his vest
shot through his chest and up into his shoulder.

   Oh, Christ; I didn't think getting shot would hurt so much.

   On his feet again and getting his bearings, Ghost looked around for his
partner...  and didn't see her anywhere.

   "Ghoul?"

   No answer.  He looked down at the ground to see if she was in the same
unconscious situation as he was.

   Nothing.

   "Ghoul?" he said louder.

   Still nothing.

   He then touched the other side of his throat and clicked on a switch
that directly connected his voice to her earpiece.

   "Ghoul, come in."

   He didn't get a response.

   "Brenda?" he called out, louder this time, and again didn't get a reply.

   Tom frantically looked all around the alleyway and around the buildings.
She was no where in sight.  Then he remembered what happened: the van, the
broken steam pipe, the shooting, and then...

   They took her; they saw us coming.  But how?

   As Ghost walked back into the alley, he noticed something peculiar about
the puffs of steam he passed through.  When he looked at his hand, a fine
steamy mist was all around it...  with the exception of the half an inch of
nothing between it and his hand and arm.  The space in between where the
invisible power field hugged his form was as clear as crystal, and that's
when he figured it out.

   The power field left a 'hole' in the cloud of steam; they 'saw' us from
the impression we left in the mist!

   Tom looked at the now empty space where the van used to be, a trickle of
fear running down his spine.

   Oh, God; Brenda...

   This was one possibility he didn't see coming...

   Ghost of a Chance Ch.  07

   Ohhhhhhh...  my head...

   Brenda slowly rousted herself out of the painful haze that clouded her
brain.

   What the Hell did they hit me with?

   She tried to turn her head and found that to be a mistake; a sharp pain
stabbed through her skull.

   Okay, that was bad.  All right; one thing at a time.

   She forced her eyes open and attempted to focus them on the first thing
she saw.

   Okay...  ceiling, hanging lamp...

   She wiggled her fingers and found that they still worked.  Then she
tried moving her arms, but something held them back.  The same result
happened when she tried to move her legs.  Turning her sore head slowly,
she spied a door out of the corner of her eye.  The rest of the room was
bare.

   All right, I'm lying on a table in a small room with only one door...

   She then noticed her arm flung over her head, her bare arm.  Then she
lifted her head as best she could to look her body over, and found herself
staring at her tits.

   ...and I'm naked.

   But she also noticed that her form was slightly out of focus, and that
the door frame and what little she could see of the white table she was
lying on had an aura glowing around them.

   ...but still invisible.  They didn't take the ring off.

   Brenda wriggled her body as best she could.  She felt fabric underneath
her; a bed sheet.  Narrowing her eyes, she saw a faint outline of a wrinkle
in it.

   Of course, my skin is in contact with the sheet; it's invisible.  That's
why I can see the table...  and the shackles are outlines, too.

   Her wrists were encased in leather restraining cuffs, and she was
willing to bet that her ankles were equally restrained.  Her mind was
conflicted with thoughts of how to get free mixed with what happened in the
alley...  where her love was shot.

   "Tom..." she whispered on the verge of crying.

   No, she thought quickly blinking back her tears.  He had his bullet
proof vest and body armor on.  He's made of tougher stuff than that.  He's
alive and probably looking for me right now; I'm sure of it.  I've got to
try and contact him.  Where's my stuff?

   Brenda strained her head to get a better look around, producing more
jabs of pain in her skull, and saw her disguise and mask dumped in the
room's corner along with her weapons.

   I wonder...

   "Ghost," she blurted in a hushed voice, "Ghost, can you hear me?"

   For a moment or two, Brenda panicked but then a tiny squeal sounded in
her ear, and she smiled.

   They didn't take the ear plug out, either...  or just didn't see it.

   Small bursts of weak static came from the ear piece; that told her Tom
could hear her or he was trying to contact her.

   "Tom?" she hissed.

   Another burst of static, and, "Brenda?"

   She sighed in relief, "I can hear you."

   "Where are you?"

   "I don't know.  I woke up tied down to a table in a bare room," she
glanced at her body again, "and speaking of 'bare', they've taken
everything off of me.  My stuff is in the corner."

   "How can I hear you then?"

   "The voice box in my mask must still be on; I was counting on that."

   The doorknob rattled, somebody shoving a key into it.

   Brenda stiffened up, "Someone's coming in."

   "Get them to talk and tell you where you are; I'll hear them."

   "Right.  Tom, hurry." Forcing herself to relax, Brenda readied herself
for...  whatever was going to happen next.

   And judging from the way they had her bound hand and foot and naked, she
didn't think it was going to be fun.

   ***

   After Brenda stopped talking, Tom adjusted the knobs on the tracker on
the car's dashboard.  Looking like any global positioning device that most
cars had nowadays, it was actually a tracking device that homed in on a
tiny beacon inside their ear pieces.  The beeping on the screen was getting
louder and faster; that told him he was getting closer to Brenda position.

   She was right; that money did help with our 'activities'.

   Taking the money from a fencer last week, Tom and Brenda bought new,
high tech gadgets to assist them in their crime fighting endeavors. 
Instead of being used for illegal transactions, the two and a half million
dollars they confiscated from the dealer was put to better use, including
the purchase of secret gear from a local 'spy' shop, the kind that sells
things to help private detectives track down and listen in on people
they're investigating.  It really amazed Tom at the things someone could
get, if they had the right amount of money.

   The pitch from the beep on the screen jumped up and turned into one long
tone; the tracker pinpointed Brenda's whereabouts.

   Well, almost.  The screen narrowed it down to half a city block.

   Driving slowly through the streets of a seedy part of town, Tom crept up
on the area of interest and park when he got to the edge of the block in
question.  The tracker managed to narrow the search again, this time down
to two or three buildings.

   Tom checked the area and, not seeing anyone, got out of the car fully
dressed in his disguise, sans mask and gloves.

   "Per is vox, lux lucis sinus." Tom spoke the old Latin phrase and
slipped the ring onto his finger, instantly vanishing from sight.  He
donned his mask and gloves, checked his weapons belt one last time, and
started towards the building on his right, the nearest.

   But he stopped in mid stride when his ear piece squeaked at him.

   "Rise and shine."

   The voice wasn't Brenda's.

   ***

   "You awake, sweetheart?"

   For a second, Brenda was going to remain silent and make the thugs work
for the answers they wanted, but thought the better of it.  If they had to
'work for it', they might 'work' on her to get results.

   "My name isn't 'sweetheart', and you're going to be in a world of hurt
when my partner gets here."

   "We're counting on your partner to show up."

   Brenda saw three goons, all standing at the end of the table near her
feet.  The tallest of the trio was doing the talking.  "You're pretty; our
boss likes chicks that are curvy."

   Of course, she thought, they saw me inside the field when they stripped
me and touched my skin while I was unconscious.  That means the ring works
when I'm asleep, too.

   "Mind telling me why I'm naked?"

   The tall one drew nearer, "We wanted to see what you looked like; see if
you were anyone we knew.  I was surprised that you weren't a guy.  We can
only see you when we touch you; why?"

   "Magic."

   The goon walked up to her side and reached out, "You're in no position
to be a smartass, bitch." He grabbed at her body and found her belly,
moving his hand up to her chest.  "What the fuck?"

   He felt all around her torso, groping at her breasts, but she still
remained invisible.  He let go and stared at the table.

   "Something's wrong.  We saw you before, but it doesn't work now.  What
did you do?"

   Brenda didn't say a word, her stomach fluttering.

   Frustrated, the thug groped her again and found her neck, "You better
start talkin', bitch!  My boss wants to know how you and your friend do
this thing you do!"

   "Yeah, I'll bet he does," Brenda choked out, "but if you strangle me,
nobody gets to know."

   The clod lightened his grip but still had his hand ready, "We may not be
able to see you, but I can still feel you.  You're going to tell us, or I'm
going to start breaking things."

   "Your boss isn't going to like me very well all beat up, now is he?"
Seeing the apprehensive look on his face, Brenda pressed on, "I didn't
think so.  Don't you guys have anymore lights in this place, except the one
over my head?"

   "It's an old building," this from one of the other two in the room,
"scheduled for demolition; nothin' much works here..."

   "Shut up, Leo!  She don't need to know that!"

   Brenda smirked, "Any minute now, my partner's going to come crashing
through that door."

   "Don't bet on it," the tall goon smirked back, "That's the only way in
or out of this room, and it's guarded."

   Not for long, I'm willing to bet.  "What about the skylight?"

   Everyone in the paltry room glanced up at the soot smudged glass fixture
off to their right, and the thug answered, "Unless your partner can fly,
he's not coming in that way." He let go of Brenda's throat and felt down
her chest again, "Now, are you gonna start talking, or..." He found her
breast again and squeezed, making her yelp.

   Up until now, Brenda had no problem keeping the goons confused.  Now
that she was conscious, all she had to do was concentrate on making
specific parts of the thug's body disappear instead of his whole body which
would allow him to see her.  She made his palm and the flat of his fingers
vanish, leaving the rest of him visible and outside of the power field.

   But now she was starting to lose focus and had to concentrate harder,
doing her best to ignore the pain being inflicted on her breast.

   "You little cunt!" the thug yelled, "I'll do a lot worse if you
don't..."

   "What the Hell's going on in here?"

   All eyes in the room turned to the door when a man dressed in a business
suit bolted in.  He walked right up to the tall goon and smartly backhanded
him.

   "I told you not to do anything to her!"

   Rubbing his now sore jaw, the thug mumbled, "Sorry, Boss."

   "Not half as sorry as you're going to be if you ever disobey me again!
And where the fuck is Chaz?  He's supposed to be guarding the door!"

   Brenda recognized the man in charge; he was the one who was dealing with
other man in the warehouse they staked out a few weeks ago.  He took off
before the police arrived, and had been hiding out ever since.

   "Now, my dear," he started, reaching out to her and caressed her thigh.
But his charming expression changed to confusion.

   "We tried that, Boss," the one that got smacked spoke up, "It's not
working now."

   "Then you're not doing it right," he sneered.

   Brenda started breathing harder as his hand traveled up her leg to her
crotch.  His fingers probed her soft pussy lips and she felt one of them
being inserted.

   "Do I have your attention now?"

   The lowlife wiggled his finger deeper into Brenda's vagina, making her
squirm.  She tried to concentrate, making just his finger disappear, but
his playing was making her wet.  Brenda bit down on her lip when he curled
his finger up and found her 'tickle' spot, and started sweating and tried
not to moan.

   "I don't know how you're doing this, but you can keep it up for long,"
the greasy scumbag snickered.

   One of his hired goons perked up, "Hey Boss!"

   "I know; it's starting to work again."

   Brenda couldn't focus her ability and was fading in and out from her
tormentor's point of view.  From the outside, the thugs saw their boss
doing the same.  Finally, he disappeared all together and, in his eyes,
Brenda came into view.

   "That's better," he cooed, seeing Brenda wriggling, "Now, who are you?
Who's your friend?"

   Her boobs were rising and falling with each heavy breath, her nipples
hardening.  Her pussy was shiny and slick with her juices.  She looked at
his contemptible face with one of her own.

   "You fucking pig!" she hissed, and spat on him, "When he gets here,
you'll be the one who gets it worst of all."

   "Oh, I don't think so," he sneered back, idly brushing her spittle off
of his jacket, "So your partner a 'he', huh; your husband, maybe?  Well,
we're ready for him this time."

   "With what, more steam?" Brenda figured out that the lowlifes 'saw' the
two of them in the alley when one of them broke open a pipe, and the steam
that touched their power fields disappeared leaving a 'hole' in the cloud
of vapor.  And the reason was because of the slit cut into the side of
their gloves, the only exposed skin on their bodies, which allowed the
steam to come into contact with them.  "How did you know that would work?"

   "I didn't," he admitted, enjoying the sight of Brenda writhing in sexual
heat and not being able to stop it, "I took an educated guess."

   "You're 'educated'?  I wouldn't have guessed."

   Brenda cried out when the scum roughly push more fingers into her pussy.

   "Crank was right," he growled, nodding to the one he slapped, "You do
have a smart mouth.  I'll put it to better use in a minute," To emphasize
his point, he grabbed his crotch and continued, "Yeah, it was a guess.  I
figured that any object passing through a cloud would leave some kind of a
sign.  Even if the object couldn't be seen, the trail it left behind
could...  and I was right."

   Quickly but casually, Brenda looked up at the skylight, then back to her
captor, "Did the teacher give you a gold star for it?"

   Brenda squealed in pain as her torturer grabbed her nipple and twisted.
"I'm sick of your mouth, you little bitch," he grunted, "Who are you? 
Where's the money you took from me?"

   Brenda scowled at him, breathing hard through her nose.

   "Don't want to tell me, huh?  Maybe this will change your mind." He let
go of her nipple and unzipped his pants.

   "I'm going to enjoy seeing you in pain, you motherfucker." Brenda winced
when his fingers entered her deeper.  He fished around in his pants and
brought out his dick, semi-hard and starting to drool precum, "and I'd
rather have my tits super glued to one of the booster rockets on the space
shuttle than touch your pathetic little pecker!" She glanced up again and
smiled to herself.

   The slimy boss withdrew his fingers from Brenda's sore and wet pussy and
hoisted his body up onto the table, straddling her chest.  He playfully
smacked at her tits with his still somewhat flaccid penis.  "Let's see if
your mouth sucks as good as it sasses," he grabbed her hair forcing her
face towards his dick, then drew a gun out of his pocket and pressed the
barrel against her temple, "and the second I feel teeth starting to chomp
down," he clicked the gun's hammer back, "you feel lead."

   The other goons in the room, still not able to see the action going on
but hoping that they might get a turn, closed in on the table.  Not one of
them noticed that the dirty skylight opened and closed, nor did they see
the rubber shim that was being jammed under the door from the inside.

   "You know," she said sweetly, "You could at least tell me your name.  I
like to know whose cock I'm sucking on; I'm particular that way." Inwardly,
she readied herself for a fight.

   "It's Jacko," he answered.

   How appropriate, she mused.

   "Well Jacko, I hope you enjoy this," she licked her lips seductively,
"because...  it's probably the last time you will."

   "Are you trying to scare me, little girl?" said Jacko, ready to press
the tip of his dick against her mouth, twisted into an evil grin.

   "No," Brenda answered, matching his sneer with her own, "I'm trying to
distract you."

   Jacko's look changed from 'lewd' to 'scared' in two seconds flat. 
Before he could say another word, he let out a cry of pain.  His head flung
itself back and the rest of his body followed, flying backwards off of
Brenda and roughly landing in the lap of the thug behind him.  The goon
hollered in surprise at seeing his boss suddenly coming out of the ether at
him and both of them hit the floor as the other two rushed to help them up,
Brenda disappearing from his sight again once contact was broken.

   Ghost, listening in on the exchange between Brenda and the cockroaches
and talking to her through her ear piece telling her to keep them occupied,
immediately went to her restraints and freed her hands.  Unbuckling her
ankles, Brenda jumped off the table and ran to the corner of the room,
grabbing her disguise and weapons.

   "No!" Jacko bellowed through a painfully aching mouth and missing teeth,
waving off the helping hands thrust at him, "Not me, you idiots!  He's
here! Hit the sprinklers!"

   Oh fuck, Ghost thought.  If the steam gave us away, water dripping on
our fields will to.

   As Brenda hurriedly donned her belongings, a groan came from the pipes
overhead.  A torrent of water sprayed out of the sprinkler heads just as
Ghoul pulled her mask over her face.  Clicking her harness into place, she
looked at Ghost who was looking back at her.

   Sure enough, the droplets of water were raining down all over the
room... except the place where they were both standing.  The drops that
came into contact with their power fields simply rolled off their forms and
created perfect outlines in the curtain of water.

   "Ghost!" Ghoul called out, the worry evident in her altered voice. 
Ghost just shook his head, telling her not to be concerned, and readied his
baton as he crept up to the table.

   "What did I tell you?" Jacko yelled out in glee at his cohorts and
pointing his gun at the pair of 'holes' in the water.  He aimed at Ghost,
"You can't hide from us now!"

   "Wanna bet?"

   Ghost swung his baton up and ducked out of the line of fire, Ghoul doing
the same.  Just as Jacko was squeezing the trigger, the baton smashed into
the overhead lamp, the only light source in the room.  The bulb in the
fixture popped and shattered into tiny bits plunging the entire room into
darkness, the filthy skylight letting in absolutely no light from the
outside and leaving everyone literally 'in the dark'.

   Ghost and Ghoul readied for the fight...  and were stunned when they saw
each other, discovering yet another unknown trait of the rings' power.

   The pair was surrounded in an eerie glow of pale white light, and their
bodies looked like photographic negatives with tiny dots of light flashing
on their fields where the drops of water hit.  Glancing around the room,
everything was black...  with the exception of a thin white outline around
objects and people.  No colors, no features; just simple outlines, and the
outlines of Jacko and his goons were trying to feel their way around the
dark interior, with no success.

   I'll be a son of a bitch, thought Ghost.  The grin under his mask
twisted into pure fury.

   "Find the door!" The shout was barely out of Crank's mouth when he was
clobbered from behind, hitting the floor in a heap.

   The other two thugs desperately tried to reach a wall in order to feel
their way to the door; only one of them made it as Ghoul dropped the other
with a swing of her baton.

   The third goon, Leo, managed to find the doorknob and started to pull,
but instead started grunting as he yanked on the door and found it jammed.

   "Won't open, Boss!  Chaz!  Open the fuckin' door!" That was the last
thing he said before he joined his companions on the floor, out cold.

   Jacko was in a panic, darting his head around and wildly waving his gun.
He jumped when another groan from the pipes blared out, the water pressure
dropping and cutting off the sprinklers.

   "You're still in here; I know it!" He started firing at anything, the
echoes of the shots ricocheting off the bare walls; four shots in all. 
Breathing through clenched teeth (what was left of them), he listened
carefully for any movement.

   But his face drained of color when he sensed something directly behind
him, and immediately urinated in his pants when he heard, "Missed me"
growled at him in a sing-song voice.

   Before he could swing around to meet his adversary, the gun was pulled
from his hand and the front of his suit was being grabbed.  Jacko's eyes
were wide with fright when Ghost materialized before him, his vision the
same as the fighting duo when he was brought inside the power field.  Ghost
appeared as just that: a hideous apparition of pale dead light that was
reserved for someone's bad dreams.

   "You...  you...  you won't kill me," whined Jacko, his bottom lip
quivering.

   Ghost tightened his grip on Jacko's suit, "Give me one good reason why I
shouldn't!"

   "Because you don't do that," Jacko gulped and pressed on, "I told you
I've heard of you, and you don't kill anyone.  You just beat them and leave
them for the cops to find." Ghost brought his skull face closer to Jacko's
and grumbled, "There are always exceptions to the rule." He then nodded to
Ghoul, who strolled over and took his place gripping Jacko's suit.

   "Remember that 'pain' I mentioned earlier?"

   With her free hand, she reached down and grabbed his crotch.  Jacko let
out a shriek as tiny sparks fired from Ghoul's fingertips.  She was dying
to try out her new toy, a low powered stun gun with the tips wired through
her insulated gloves.  All she had to do was touch the tip of her pinkie to
her palm and, once the metal nubs came into contact to complete the
circuit...  ZAP!  Not powerful enough to render anyone unconscious, but
just the right amount of sting to 'get the point across'.

   And Ghoul was definitely making her point with Jacko, sending electric
pain through his scrotum.

   "I like the way this works," growled Ghoul, flexing her fingers once she
let go of the scumbag's balls, "Do I have your attention now?"

   Jacko, whimpering and clutching at his groin, shrank away from Ghoul as
she brought her hand up to his face.

   "Okay, let's go," Ghost called out.

   While Ghoul was busy 'stimulating' Jacko...  her way, he was busy
picking up lowlifes off the floor and piling their bodies onto the table.
Finished, he waltzed over to the dueling pair and grabbed Jacko by his
shoulder.

   "Up on the table," he ordered.  Jacko climbed onto the only available
space there was, leaning on one of his sleeping goons and trying to find
the pair in the dark once they let go of him and couldn't.

   Ghost nodded to Ghoul, "Ready?"

   The heroes pulled two gun-like devices from their belts and clicked them
on.  Ghost opened the skylight with his baton, then aimed his 'gun' at the
opening, Ghoul mimicking his actions.  What little light was let in from
the outside finally allowed Jacko to see and get his bearings.  All three
of his hired bozos were lying next to him on the table, bloodied and out
cold.

   The devices the heroes used were grappler guns, each with a powerful
magnet at the grappling end and hooked to a thin wire stored on a small
reel.  CO2 cartridges fired the magnets, trailing the tow lines behind
them, then another gas blast would fire the reel in reverse, reeling in
whatever was hanging onto the other end for about fifty feet, give or take
a yard.  Once the grappler's butt end touched the barrel or a button was
pressed to cut off the battery power in the gun's grip, the magnets would
lose power and disengage.  They were good for ten shots total, and both of
the heroes practiced with them for days, getting the hang of it and having
fun at the same time.

   They fired and the lines were played out, a dull clink sounding after a
second.  Ghoul reeled herself up and out of the room and steadied herself
once her feet found solid purchase on the roof.  Ghost did the same, but
before he left he yanked the light fixture down and pulled the wires
through the crumbling ceiling plaster.

   "You know, these old buildings are really unsafe," he croaked out at
Jacko, "You should be careful; you never know when an accident might
happen."

   Ghost reeled himself out of the dark room, dropping the broken light
before he was through the skylight and heard it clatter onto the floor.

   The floor covered in sprinkler water.

   Jacko yelped in fright when sparks started flying out from the bare
wires of the fixture once they made contact with the wet floor, casting an
eerie 'strobe light' glow around the room.

   Ghost and Ghoul could still hear Jacko crying out for help as they
lowered themselves to the ground.  Reeling in their tow lines and clamping
the grapplers back onto their belts, they headed for the car.  But Ghoul
stopped them when they reached the front, and slipped her arms around her
partner.

   He hugged her back and whispered, "Are you alright?"

   Ghoul nodded into his shoulder, "I am now," She took off her mask, Ghost
doing the same, and, "I knew you'd find me; I knew you'd come for me."

   They embraced each other and passionately kissed.

   Tom broke their hug and looked around, seeing no one, "Let's go home."

   "What about...?" Brenda tilted her head towards the building.

   "Oh, somebody's bound to find him...  eventually," he grinned back at
her.

   The duo removed the top part of the disguises and took off their rings
shimmering into view, jumping into the car and driving away leaving the
echoes of cries for help behind them.

   ***

   "Are you feeling better, now?"

   Tom sat down next to Brenda, reclining on the couch and sipping coffee
as the morning sun started creeping through the window blinds.

   "I'm alright, Tom; honest." She reached up and caressed his cheek, "It
was scary, but I knew it would be all right in the end.  I knew you'd be
there for me."

   "And I always will," he said warmly, matching her gesture with a loving
touch of his hand to her face and kissing her.  But he sat back and got
serious with her, "This is what I've been afraid of.  This is why I didn't
want you in on this sort of thing.  If something happens to you..."

   Brenda pressed her fingers to his lips and retorted, "Tom, you knew
something like this was going to happen sooner or later.  Now that it has,
we'll know what to do next time."

   Tom got up off the couch and started pacing, "I'm not so sure there
should be a 'next time'.

   Brenda sat up, "We've had this conversation already."

   "I know," Tom threw over his shoulder, "but this isn't a game anymore;
they've upped the ante on us.  You know those idiots aren't going to keep
quiet about it.  They've found a weak spot they can exploit..."

   "...and so did we," Brenda countered, getting off the sofa and facing
him, "Anything those guys come up with we can find a way around.  You did
it when you smashed the light."

   "That was a guess."

   "But a good one.  Jacko said his 'steam' trick was a guess, too."

   Tom scratched at his head, "I still can't figure out how that worked. 
We should've been blinded in the dark like they were.  It must be something
the power field is doing, maybe amplifying light so we...  but there wasn't
any light to amplify...  or was there?  I remember something in school
about light waves that can't be seen, like ultraviolet and infrared light.
Maybe the fields concentrated that kind of..."

   Brenda drew nearer and hugged Tom, "You're going to give yourself a
headache over thinking this."

   Tom smirked and decided to let it go for now, and cradled her face in
his palm, "Yeah, probably...  it's just...  I came close to losing you,
and..." But Brenda cut him off.

   "Listen to me.  We've done some good things for this city.  We've helped
a lot of people and showed them that their situation isn't as hopeless as
they think.  We've shown them that there is someone on their side, willing
to help.  If we stop now, we'll smash any hope we gave them...  and they'll
give up." Brenda looked hard into Tom's eyes, "You'd be handing the city
over to the types of people you've despised all these years...  and you'd
hate yourself for it."

   "What about the police?  You said they were starting to catch on; sooner
or later, I know they're going to figure it out somehow."

   "But you said they haven't got any clues.  All they have are stories,
rumors, and a lot of unanswered questions."

   Tom smiled sweetly at the love of his life and said, "You know we can't
keep doing this forever."

   "Who says we have to?  We don't have to go out every night; Hell, we
haven't been doing that now." Brenda grinned seductively at him and said,
"In fact, I don't want to go out and do the 'hero' thing tonight; I want to
have some fun."

   Tom held her close, rubbing her back, "You're sure you're up to it?"

   She nodded, "I'm okay, really.  We should go 'peeping'"

   "You mean spy on people?" Tom snickered, his eyes wide, "We can't do
that; that's not right."

   "We made people's clothes vanish; that's like 'peeping', isn't it?"

   Tom shrugged, forced to admit that she had a point.  "Okay, where do you
want to go?"

   Brenda grin got wider, "I know the perfect place."

   ***

   There was a flurry of activity happening in the building as most of the
young people who lived there had already packed most of their belongings,
ready to take off when classes were finished.  It was a week before the
spring session ended, and the students were relaxing and partying before
the time came for them to leave for the summer.

   "What is this place?" asked Tom as the pair of invisible (and nude)
explorers strolled up the front walkway, the night air warm and pleasant.

   "This was my dorm when I attended college," answered Brenda, grinning in
anticipation, "It's a little rowdy right now; the kids are going to leave
for summer break soon.  But if it's the same as I remember it, it's going
to be entertaining."

   Brenda grabbed Tom's hand and guided him off to the side of the house,
passing a few students hanging out along the bushes and passing around a
bottle of liquor.

   "They invited the guys here to party one last time?"

   Brenda shook her head, "It's a co-ed dorm," she whispered back.

   "I thought you said you went streaking with just your dorm sisters."

   "I did," she replied, smiling passed a blush, "We had a bet with the
guys in the house; the girls lost, so we had to strip and run across the
quad."

   They waited until a pair of students walked out of the side door and
quickly slipped in.

   "Looks like everyone is in a good mood," said Brenda.  Students were
walking up and down the hallways, smiling and laughing.  Some simply
enjoying each other's company, others in various stages of undress and
getting tipsy on whatever alcohol was handy, and all were having a good
time.  Especially the seniors, who got their respective degrees and were
celebrating their final year of college, congratulating each other and
readying themselves to face the world as accomplished young adults...  but
not quite yet; now was the time to have one last, big hurrah.

   Wearing her 'let's get in trouble' grin, Brenda said, "Let's go take a
peek."

   The unseen nudes crept down the hall, Tom allowing himself be guided by
Brenda since he was unfamiliar with the layout.  She stopped a one of the
room doors and knelt down.

   "We'll start here," she whispered, though she didn't really need to; the
noise from the partying students would drown out any conversation between
the pair of naked snoopers.  "You take the knob; I'll use this," and she
pointed at the mail slot affixed in the door's center.

   They both touched their respective peeking places and the doorknob and
mail slot vanished.  Tom and Brenda peered into the holes made by their
power field, and were disappointed when all they saw was a dark, empty
room.

   Brenda rose from her kneeling position and shrugged, "Oh well, there's
plenty more rooms to peep," and winked.

   The duo carefully picked their way through a collage of drunken students
swaying down the hallway as they stopped to peek through doorknob and slot
holes.  As they made their way down the hall, Tom's eyes lit up when a
young co-ed waltzed down the corridor wearing a towel around her wet
hair... and nothing else.  Brenda raised an eyebrow at the nude girl who
entered one of the rooms they had already checked, then smirked at Tom.

   "Told you it would be entertaining.  We can check out the showers
later."

   Tom smirked back at her, adjusting the backpack on his shoulders. 
Brenda frowned at it, "I told you I didn't want to do any of that tonight."

   "It's only got our masks, costumes, and a few 'toys' in it, including
your glove and my grappler," Tom scolded at the face she was giving him,
"You never know what might come up."

   "Oh, alright," Brenda sighed, rolling her eyes at him, "but only if we
need them; we're suppose to be having fun tonight."

   "Okay, okay; I promise," Tom hushed back.

   They continued their exploration, still not finding any occupants in the
rooms they checked, until they came to the eighth door.  Both felt the rush
of lust and naughtiness when they spied through the niches in the door.

   Kneeling on the bed were two young girls, one a slim blonde and the
other a petite but busty Asian gal with long dark hair that reached to her
butt.  Both were naked and fondling each other; the Asian girl squeezing
the blonde's little round ass and the blonde massaging the other one's
'more than a handful' tits.  Their kisses were long and passionate, tongues
playing and probing while their hands explored every nook and curve of
their bodies.

   Brenda spied Tom's dick growing at the sight of the horny gals and
reached over to stroke it, still keeping the mail slot invisible with her
free hand.  Tom's free fingers wasted no time slipping down Brenda's thigh
and tickling her moist pussy.  She bit her lip and breathed harder watching
the girls lustfully please each other while Tom was pleasing her.

   They watched the blonde lie back on the bed, waiting for her companion
to climb on top of her.  The brunette crawled up to her friend and turned
her body around straddling the blonde's head and parting her partner's
thighs.  Though it was difficult to hear, the snooping pair heard their
muffled giggles.

   "Oh, man; I've never done this before," said the Asian girl, "My parents
would kill me if they ever found out I did something like this."

   "So would mine," the blonde giggled back, "so, we better not let them
find out."

   With that, the brunette dipped her head down between her friend's legs,
the blonde lifting her head to do the same.  Both heads started bobbing
slightly as they lovingly licked each other, their purring and moaning
quietly seeping through the door.  Tom and Brenda stared at the horny pair
while they continued their own playing; his cock drooling precum on her
fist and her pussy wetting down his fingers.  All the while, no one that
passed by took notice of the fact that a doorknob and a mail slip were
missing from one of the doors, being preoccupied with their own fun.

   After a few minutes, the Asian girl stopped her oral assault and jumped
off her friend, telling her she'd be right back.  Tom and Brenda let go of
their peeking spots and moved away as the door creaked open.  The girl
checked the hall, seeing her fellow students in almost the same state of
undress as she was and, without bothering to put something on, darted
across the hallway and into the door almost across from the one she left. A
second or two later, she emerged from her(?) room and, checking again,
trotted back to her friend's room, her large boobs bouncing and swaying. 
Brenda saw a vibrator not very well hidden in her hands as she quickly
closed the door, giggling.

   "Should we watch some more?" asked Tom, his cock swollen and still
oozing.

   Brenda shook her head, "Nah, let 'em have their fun.  Besides, we've got
plenty of other rooms to check out." Grinning, she took his hand and
together walked down the hall to the stairwell, leaving the hot and horny
gals alone to play.

   It was a little livelier on the second floor.  Naked and intoxicated
students swayed and wobbled down the halls, laughing and groping each
other. One guy was running after a gal who was laughing hysterically and
trying to get away from the ping-pong paddle he was swatting her bare butt
with, the others watching the chase laughing with them.  Tom and Brenda
smiled at the antics; Brenda saying, "I miss college."

   Stopping at another door, the pair knelt down again and 'peeped', and
both of their faces dropped in surprise by what they saw.

   Two curvaceous girls, both blonde, were on their knees in front of a
big, beefy guy sporting a hard on that had to be at least twelve inches
long and as thick as one of the gal's wrists.

   "Oh, my God," Brenda whispered, her hand darting between her legs,
"That's a monster."

   "Lucky guy," Tom mumbled back, "Here; you watch." He let go of the door
knob and place a finger on the mail slot so Brenda could watch with her
hands free.  She tugged at her hard nipples as she rubbed at her pussy,
watching the two girls kiss and lick at the guy's huge bloated shaft. 
Tom's dick started twitching at the sight of Brenda's playing, her fingers
fluttering over her pussy lips and cupping one of her breasts, the swollen
nipple being tweaked between two fingers.

   Her breath coming out in pants and hisses, Brenda watched the pair of
blondes slather their tongues all over the guy's cock and fondle his balls.
The guy arched his body and started moaning, his hips and thighs quivering,
as the girls picked up their pace knowing he was going to cum.  Brenda
started snickering as her fingers danced over her wet cunt; that told Tom
she was close to orgasm, too.

   Both girls flashed their tongues over the head of the guy's dick as he
reared back farther and let out a strained groan.  One gal grabbed his
balls while the other reached around and squeezed a butt cheek, both
panting and waiting in anticipation.  His cock jerked and a fountain of
sperm leaped out of his pisshole, splattering the girls' faces.  Then
another blast, and another, the girls moaning for more.  After the sixth
jet of spunk, little blobs of white dripped out onto their awaiting
tongues, the gals quickly lapping them off his dick head and making him
whimper and quake.

   As the blondes started licking cum off of each other's face, Brenda's
body trembled as her own orgasm streaked through her loins, her cum squirts
leaving a small puddle on the floor after she calmed down.

   Tom helped her to stand and said, "I take it they were having a good
time."

   Brenda just nodded, not able to keep the grin off her face.  She took
his hand again and proceeded down the halls, pausing to check a room to
make sure it was empty.

   "Wait here," she said, and skipped down the hallway, quickly checking
out rooms.  At the fourth door, Tom's eyes widened when she materialized
into view; she had removed her ring and placed it back on her finger
without reciting the inscription that would activate the invisibility
field. Grinning sheepishly, she shrugged and knocked on the door.

   "Come on in, Deb," was the muffled response.

   Brenda entered the candle lit room and took in the sight of lustful sex
going on.

   Three girls, all nude, were on a large bed kissing and feeling each
other with hot desire.  The redhead in the middle was being kissed and
licked all over when she noticed that it wasn't her friend who walked in.

   "Oh...  hi.  Sorry; I thought you were Debra." She said, smiling at the
sight of Brenda's curves.

   "Uh, sorry to interrupt you guys," she smiled back, sweetly, "I was
wondering if you have any extra lube I could borrow."

   "Sure, honey," the redhead answered, pointing off to the side at a
dresser in the corner.  On top were bottles of lotions and what-not, "Take
what you need."

   "I'll bring it back when I'm done." Brenda grabbed a small bottle of
baby oil.

   "Don't worry; we've got plenty...  ooooh." One of the girls dipped her
head down and started licking at her friend's twat also topped with red
hair.  "But...  you can come back and join us after you're done...  if you
want." The redhead smiled wickedly at Brenda, ogling her yummy curves and
licking her lips, as her friends continued their playful tonguing.

   "I might just do that," Brenda grinned back, waving the bottle at them,
"Thanks." She checked the hall and seeing no one removed her ring and said
"Per is vox, lux lucus sinus," slipped the ring back on and vanished from
sight, leaving the horny trio to their sex play.

   Trotting back to Tom, she pulled his hand and said, "In here." They
entered the dark room, a lounge area that was unoccupied, and headed for
one of the couches.  Brenda poured oil all over Tom's cock, then handed the
bottle to him and said, "Lube me up."

   "But you're already wet," said Tom, readying the bottle of oil.

   "I know," she grinned at him, bending over the couch and spreading her
legs, making part of the cushions disappear.  She wiggled her butt at him
and said, "That's not where I want your cock." Tom's dick throbbed at the
request he got; she wanted it in her ass.  Oiling his fingers, he gently
probed between her cheeks and found her little hole.  She quivered a little
when she felt a digit being slowly inserted inside of her ass and sighed,
"Ohhhhh, yeah."

   More fingers, more oil, and more probing had her humping her ass back at
him, telling Tom she was ready for him.  Withdrawing his fingers, he
grabbed his slippery cock and pressed the head against her shiny asshole.
Brenda's whole body stiffened up and shivered as his bloated dickhead eased
into the opening, flaring it out, and she grunted as the ring of muscle
tissue engulfed the head, making Tom shudder and moan.

   In and out slowly, Tom entered Brenda an inch at a time not wanting to
hurt her and, at the same time, not wanting to cum too soon.  After a
minute or two, Brenda pushed her hips back and moaned soft and long as she
let Tom's whole cock slip into her.

   "Ohhhhh, God," she sobbed, "You're so big.  You feel so good in my ass."
Brenda looked over her shoulder and smiled, "Do me, baby; fuck my ass."

   Tom felt his balls churning at that statement, and proceeded to hump her
round, delicious butt.  Slowly at first, he loved the sensation of her
asshole squeezing and milking his dick, then he started thrusting faster.

   "Oh, yes...  oh, yes; do me," Brenda huffed.  She moaned and panted with
his humping, wiggling her hips and thrusting back to meet him.  His balls
were slapping against her hot, dripping cunt, sending tingles of pleasure
through her crotch.

   Tom loved watching her ass jiggle and hump back at him, wanting more of
his cock inside of her.  His scrotum was glazed with her juices as he
plunged deeper into her tight hole.  Leaning forward a bit, he cupped both
of her breasts and gently squeezed them, brushing the stiff nipples with
his fingers and making her mewl lustfully.

   Brenda reached down and played with herself, little giggles starting to
slip passed her lips.

   "Oh, Tom," she grunted, "Oh, I'm gonna cum; I'm gonna cum so hard... 
oh...  oh...  Oh...  Ohhhhh, yyyyyyyes!"

   Brenda thighs quivered as she arched up onto her toes, her hand
furiously frigging her pussy, and she yelped in delight as she came.  Her
usual cum squirts came out this time as a thick jet of wetness, blasting
out of her cunt and splashing onto the vinyl seat cushion of the couch.

   Tom felt sperm bubbling up his cock and buried it in her ass.  He
groaned as a huge blast of cum coated her bowels, her butt wiggling at
feeling his dick twitching and jerking inside of her and emptying his nuts
into her ass.  His orgasm lasted longer than usual, her contracting innards
milking out every last drop of semen.

   When the last of their orgasms subsided, Tom gently eased his spent
prick out of her red and puffy asshole, cum and baby oil oozing out of her
orifice.  Brenda leaned back against him, reaching behind her to hold his
waist while Tom wrapped his arms around her caressing her hot skin.

   "Oh, God; that was great," she said, out of breath, "I've never cum like
that before." She idly glanced at the now wet couch, and chuckled, "I guess
I made a mess, didn't I?"

   "You were incredible, baby; I love your ass and how it makes my dick
feel," Tom smiled at her, and checked his sack, "I think I'll be dry for a
while after cumming like that."

   "I hope not," she grinned back, "I still want to play some more."

   "The horny monster's back again, isn't she?"

   Brenda nodded and snickered at him.  She placed the bottle of oil into
the pack on Tom's back, telling him the girls she borrowed it from said she
could keep it.  After cleaning up the couch and themselves with some table
napkins, they carefully exited the lounge.

   Working their way up to the other floors, they spied more sexual
escapades along the way.  More girls hungrily devouring each other in
Sapphic lust, couples in various positions (one guy holding a girl
upside-down with her legs draped over his shoulders; he licking at her
crotch, she slurping on his dick), and groups of students fondling and
fucking anything close to them, even a guy and a gal going down on another
guy's cock.  And all the while, Tom and Brenda were fondling and playing
with each other making themselves hornier than two rabbits in heat.

   "Man, these kids really know how to throw a 'going away' party," Tom
commented as he peeked in on two girls racing each other to see which one
of them could jack off their guy first, caressing Brenda's ass as they
watched.  The race turned out to be a tie, both guys rearing back and
groaning as cum shot out of their cocks and landing on their girlfriends'
chests at the same time.  Both girls just shrugged and then laid down side
by side on the bed and spread their legs, obviously being their turn, and
the guys immediately dived in and started 'racing'.

   The two peepers headed for the stairwell, but just as they reached the
landing a girl rushed by them hugging herself and crying, her nude body
covered in red welts and tears streaming down her face.

   "What the Hell was that?" asked Tom, watching the hurt girl dash into a
room.

   "Something's not right," said Brenda and proceeded to the stairs.

   The invisible pair climbed up to the last floor, Brenda telling him that
the floor wasn't used for anything except storage...  and occasional
partying, but saw that the halls were empty.

   No, not quite empty.  There were two guys standing on either side of the
door at the far end, wearing T-shirts with a crest on the pockets.

   "Something's definitely not right," she whispered, "Those two don't go
to this school."

   Tom turned back to her, "How do you know?"

   "The school crests on their shirts; the school colors here are dark red
and gold."

   Tom looked more closely at the pair of guards (for that's what they were
obviously doing; guarding the door), and saw that the crests on their
shirts were navy blue, the insignias and outer edges stitched in white.

   "What are they doing here?"

   Brenda shook her head, "No idea, but I know they don't belong here. 
Nobody would invite somebody from the other college of this town here;
they're bitter rivals."

   Tom's eye narrowed, "That's telling me they're up to no good."

   "Ditto." Brenda reached for the back pack and pulled out the contents,
donning her mask, costume (minus any protective covering), and her 'shock'
glove.  Holding the pack open for him, Tom did the same, checking to make
sure the grappler was fastened securely to his belt, and both turned on
their 'voices' and ear pieces.

   "We don't have our vests or body armor," Brenda hissed into her voice
box, switching her glove on.

   "Then we'll have to be extra careful," Tom countered, slipping his baton
into the belt loop, "Besides, they're college kids.  What could they have
that could hurt us?"

   "Somehow, that doesn't make me feel any better," she said, a clear
picture of the welt covered girl in her mind.  Brenda edged along the wall
of the hallway, Tom on the opposite side.  "I didn't want to do any of this
tonight; I wanted to have fun."

   "I know, but we should check it out anyway.  The 'fun' isn't going
anywhere; we'll come back to it."

   Positioning herself between the two frat boys who were simply standing
aside the door, staring off down the hall, and not saying a word, Brenda
knelt down and touched the mail slot with the open side of her glove.  She
heard what sounded like a struggle as the slot faded, and peeked inside. 
What she saw made her mouth drop open.

   In the dim room lit only by a single small lamp, three girls were in the
process of being tortured.  Two of them were tied to a wall with their arms
over their heads, one with her head lolled over and a gag in her mouth. 
The third was laid out over a small table, on her stomach with her wrists
and ankles bound together forcing her legs apart.  All three girls were
naked, and all showed signs of abuse from bruises to whip marks that were
bleeding.

   And enjoying their suffering were two naked boys, evil leers on their
faces and stiff pricks jutting out from their crotches.  One was dripping
candle wax on the table girl's red and sore ass and the other one tugging
on metal clamps biting down on her nipples, her screams muffled by the gag
in her mouth.  A couple of whips, paddles, and other assorted 'toys' were
scattered on the floor, all dotted with blood.

   "Get off of her, you bastards!" this coming from the only girl not
gagged, her voice hoarse from yelling, "You fucking animals; leave her
alone!"

   "Shut up, you little cunt," bellowed the one with the candle, "or you're
going to be next!"

   The one shouting started to cry and turned her head away, unable to look
at her friend thrashing about and grunting in pain when the hot wax dripped
onto her enflamed pussy.

   "I want some more of her mouth," said the other one, letting go of the
nipple clamps and sliding the gag off of her face.  The girl coughed and
wheezed and tried to talk, but no words would come out.  The young man
grabbed her hair, forced her head up, and then drew a long hunting knife
and laid it across her throat.  "Give me some more, bitch." He pushed the
head of his dick passed her lips, then shoved the rest down her throat and
proceeded to face fuck her.  The girl gagged and sobbed around his shaft,
tears running down her face, but obeyed his command knowing that if she
didn't he would use the knife.

   "And I want some of that sweet ass."

   Her eyes widened with fear and tried to protest, but the other guy's
cock muffled her objections.  Her whole body lunged as the first one placed
his cock on her asshole and rammed it inside, her screams cut off by the
frantic mouth fucking of the other one.  He slapped hard at her ass cheek
with a leather crop and both of them just laughed as the one on the wall
berated them, struggling to get free of her bonds.  The last girl on the
wall barely moved, swaying back and forth and mumbling incoherently through
her gag.

   Brenda (Ghoul) had seen enough.  This wasn't the kind of bondage sex
that some people enjoyed; this was sadistic torture and the guys loved
inflicting pain on their victims.

   She motioned to Ghost, and he crept up on the two goons at the door. 
She pointed to them and made a slashing movement across her neck, and he
tapped the shoulder of one with a finger.

   "What?" he said, turning to his cohort.

   The other turned and shrugged, "What?"

   "What is it?"

   "What're you talkin' about?"

   "You tapped my shoulder; what do you want?"

   "No I didn't."

   A bright haze of pain flashed through their skulls as their heads were
banged together.  Ghost grabbed one of them and slammed his head into the
wall as Ghoul got a hold of the other, grabbing his crotch and activating
her shock glove.  The ones inside didn't hear his shriek, drowned out by
the yelling going on in the room.  Once she whacked his head with her
baton, both frat boys were on the floor, their lights punched out.  They
quickly zip tied their hands and feet, then entered the room.

   "Hey, close the damn door!" one of the boys shouted when the door
creaked open.  It closed slowly.  "This one's all done," he remarked,
nodding to the limp and sore girl on the table, "Let's use the bitchy one
next," and tilted his head towards the one that was yelling.

   "Just a minute," his friend grunted, humping the poor girl's face and
shooting cum down her throat.  Once finished, he withdrew his cock and the
hapless girl choked on his spunk and immediately threw up, coughing and
sobbing with tear tracks on her cheeks.  Again, they just laughed and one
turned to the girl on the wall while the other started to untie the abused
one on the table.

   "This looks like fun; I want to be next."

   Both frat goons looked at each other, startled by the unexpected (and
creepy) voice they heard, then at their captives.

   "Which one of you said that?" asked the face fucker.  Suddenly, his eyes
bugged out of his head as he started gagging, clutching at his throat.  His
friend started over to help him, but was tripped up slamming his head into
the edge of the table.

   Dazed, he tried to rise...  and then screamed as fire shot through his
ball sack.  Ghoul, holding his nuts with her zap glove, just smirked when a
thick jet of cum leaped out of his cock and splattered his chest.  She
simply leaned down to the whimpering boy and, connecting a solid right to
his jaw, growled, "Was it good for you?" before he passed out.

   Ghost had the other goon against the wall by his throat, ready to put
his lights out, but the kid managed to grab his knife before being dragged
away and sliced at whatever had a hold of him.  Ghost winced as the blade
cut into his arm and, making him angrier than he was before, shoved the
kid's head into the wall leaving a dent in the plaster board.  The kid
slumped to the floor unconscious, the knife slipping out of his grasp. 
Ghost picked it up carefully and wiped the blade with an extra napkin from
the lounge, then stuffed the used wipe into his pocket.

   Ghost and Ghoul carefully removed the beaten girl off the table and laid
her down on the floor, trying not to aggravate her wounded body any more
than it already was.  The one on the wall couldn't say anything, shocked to
see the guys beat up and her friend gently laid down by...  nobody.  Both
of the heroes noticed her confusion.

   "It's alright, honey," grumbled Ghost, "we're here to help you and your
friends." He went over to the other one on the wall and cut her loose,
being just as gentle; the young girl was semiconscious and moaning.

   "Who are you?" the remaining one asked.

   "This one's wrist is broken," said Ghoul, checking over the table girl.

   Ghost was untying the only one that was still coherent and said, "And
the other one looks like she has a concussion.  What happened here?"

   "One of the girls was dating one of these guys," the young lady sobbed,
sniffing away tears and trembling at the growling voices coming out of the
air, "She broke up with him and he didn't like it, so he and his buddies
snuck in and got my friend up here.  He left a text message on my cell,
saying there was a party; he did that to two other girls she knows.  And
when we got here..." she started crying, "They were taking pictures of us
and said they'd post them if we said anything..." That was enough to make
her break down and point to the cell phone next to the lamp in the corner
once her arms were free.

   Ghoul reached out and picked up the slim phone with her gloved hand, and
the girl jumped a little at seeing it float off the table and hang in
midair.  She then gasped when sparks flew out all around it when Ghoul
touched her pinkie to her palm, activating the shock tips, and sent bolts
of electricity through the device frying the electronics inside of it.

   "They can't now," Ghoul said, nonchalantly tossing the now useless phone
into the trash can next to her.

   Ghost jumped in, "Call an ambulance and the police; tell them what
happened."

   "What about you two?" the one on the wall asked, shaking the circulation
back into her arms and still trying to see her rescuers, but couldn't.

   "You could tell them about us," Ghost said as he tossed the two naked
boys onto the table and tied them up like their friends outside, "but I
don't think they'll believe you." He nodded to his partner, "Let's go," and
the pair exited the room with the sound of "Thank you" following them out.

   "Why does somebody always have to come along and spoil a good time for
everyone," Ghoul fumed as they walked down the empty hall, "Does this shit
ever end?"

   Ghost took hold of her hand and squeezed as they went down the stairs,
"I'm sorry, honey; I know you didn't want to do the 'hero' thing tonight."

   "Oh, it's alright.  It's just...  frustrating.  Every time people are
having fun...  every time I want to have some fun, something like this has
to come along and fuck it all up for me and everyone else.  Why do some
people have to be assholes?" She was going to continue her bitching, but
stopped when she saw his arm, "You're hurt."

   Ghost glanced at the wound, a rip through the forearm of his shirt and a
small amount of dark red soaking into the edges, "Yeah, he managed to slice
into me.  It's not that bad, though; probably doesn't even need stitches."

   "We still have to get you cleaned up," Ghoul ruefully looked around the
dorm as they made their way to the exit, "We'll have to come back some
other time; may have to wait until September, though."

   Ghost chuckled as they left the building, sirens wailing in the distance
once outside, "There's still one more week to go; but if we can't have fun
here, don't worry.  We'll still have our fun, but it'll have to be in... 
other places..." Ghost turned back to peer at the dorm house, cop cars and
an ambulance roaring up to the front and students hurrying to get out of
the way.

   "What's the matter?  Ghoul asked, watching with him as the paramedics
rolled out a gurney, "I'm sure they'll be okay now."

   "No...  it's something else...  a feeling that we forgot something; that
I forgot something.  It's probably nothing, but..." Ghost shook the thought
out of his head, "No, forget it; let's go home."

   The heroes walked back to their car, the nagging feeling still in the
back of Tom's mind.

   Nah, it's nothing, he thought, nothing we haven't done before, and it'll
be the same confusing story no one will believe.  The cops don't have
anything on us; they haven't got a clue.

   ***

   Detective Trent read the report in his hand for the fourth time, and
that nagging feeling was still in the back of his mind: maybe there was
something to all the stories he's heard.  All he needed was one solid clue.


   I'm glad Paul decided to keep that file open, he thought, silently
thanking his partner.

   Waiting for the test results in the department's lab, Trent saw the same
account in the report from the witnesses like the other cases he and his
partner worked: two ghostly figures taking out scumbags and rescuing their
victims.  He didn't think it was a coincidence, but the other detective
chalked it up to drug use.

   But all of them, using the same kind of drug?  He decided that if it
looked too much like a coincidence, it probably wasn't.

   "Okay; I've got the results, Bob," this from the forensics' tech hunched
over a keyboard and screen.  Trent walked over to her, peering over her
shoulder at the tests.

   "Alright," she started, using a pen as a pointer, "The blood and semen
samples match the ones from everyone involved: four attackers, four
victims..."

   "Great, then the case should be a slam dunk from here."

   "...and someone else."

   "How did I know it wasn't going to be that easy," he groaned, letting
his head droop, "Someone else was there?"

   "I believe so," the tech went on, punching up another window on her
screen, "We've matched the semen collected from the rape kits to the perps,
and the blood samples at the scene to the vics..."

   "But..." Trent sighed.

   "But, this came up as well," she pointed to a sample result off to the
right, "This result came from a small piece of dark fabric found on the
floor; it showed traces of blood."

   Trent frowned, "The blood didn't come from one of the vics?"

   "Nope, not a single match...  to any of them, vic or perp."

   "What else?"

   The tech handed Trent another report, "They found two cell phones; one
belongs to one of the vics, and the other was in a trash can.  It looks
like somebody nuked it in a microwave; the whole thing is fried, and the
memory card is useless.  No useful prints, either."

   "What about the knife?"

   "There were three blood traces on it, but the blade was wiped and I've
only been able to isolate one sample.  Belongs to one of the girls; the
other two are inconclusive, and one of the perp's prints were on the
handle," she turned to look at him, "But the trace on the fabric piece
definitely doesn't match up to anyone involved so far.  There was somebody
else in the room with them." then, turning back to the screen, "According
to the test results, it was a male in pretty good shape; low fat content,
low cholesterol, good blood sugar levels.  From the cell count and
structure analysis, I'm guessing around age thirty, give or take a year."
Trent thought about it for a second.

   Sure, there must have been someone else; those girls sure as Hell didn't
take out those clowns and tie them up, not in their conditions.  And the
guys were all zip tied, just like...

   "Not a student then, at least not a young one."

   "One of the faculty, maybe?" the tech offered.

   "Maybe," Trent wrinkled his brow, "Thanks, Kathy; I'll take it from
here."

   Trent took the paper report from her and headed to his office.  Once
there, he started typing into his computer and had it compare the test
sample against anyone it had in the files.  While it scrolled through
dozens of people, Trent wondered if the mystery guest was just another punk
who changed his mind in midstream and got reprimanded by his buddies for
it, or the 'ghostly benefactor' that seemed to pop up in every rescue and
takedown report that came across his desk.  Every one else kept saying
'coincidence', but him; there had to be something to all of...

   His computer stopped comparing files and beeped at him, the word 'match'
flashing at the top in green.  The file was an old report of a job accident
from years ago, and the person it matched the sample to had no prior
arrests or convictions; not even a parking ticket.

   If he wasn't one of the attackers or one of their victims, and he was
pretty certain none of the kids would invite one of the teachers to their
party, Trent assumed that if it really wasn't a coincidence, it must have
been...

   In his mind, it left only one other possibility.

   His lip curled up in a smile.

   "Gotcha."

   Ghost of a Chance Ch.  08

   Brenda rolled off of Tom to lie beside him in his bed, sweating and
panting.  She draped her leg over one of his as he wrapped an arm around
her to cuddle her, rubbing her back.

   "Mmm," she purred, "I think I like waking up with morning sex." She
traced a fingertip down his chest and belly to caress his cock, making him
moan in satisfaction.

   "I could get use to it," he said in a tired voice as his hand slid down
to rub her butt.

   She smiled and kissed him, then rose off the bed, "I'm going to shower;
you've got clean towels, right?"

   "Yes, in the closet."

   "How's your arm, still sore?"

   Tom looked at the bandage covering a long, but shallow gash along his
forearm.  A present from one of the sick lowlifes that tortured some young
girls at a dorm party they peeped in on.  He thanked the young man by
slamming his head into the wall and leaving him tied up for the police to
haul away.

   "Actually, it's not that bad anymore; still a little stiff.  I'll change
the bandage after I start the coffee."

   Brenda trotted off to the bathroom while Tom pulled on a T-shirt and
some sweatpants, and headed for the kitchen.  Clicking the coffee maker on,
he gently peeled back the tape on his arm, wincing when it pulled a couple
of hairs, and removed the bandage.  The wound had already scabbed over
leaving only a hint of pink around the edges; no infection had set in.  He
sprayed some more disinfectant onto the area and put a fresh bandage over
it, again wincing as the healing mist started stinging his skin.

   Okay, maybe a little infection left, he thought.

   Just as the coffee maker finished bubbling out the last of the brew, the
doorbell chimed and Tom answered it, wondering who it could be this early
in the morning.

   It was a tall man with a manila file in his hand, wearing a sleepy look
and a well worn suit jacket, the strap of a gun holster not quite hidden
under it, "Thomas Pierce?"

   "Yes, that's me," Tom nodded.

   "Sergeant Robert Trent, detectives' division," the man flashed a badge
and continued, "I need to speak with you about an incident that occurred
two nights ago."

   "All right; come on in," Tom let the officer inside, his stomach
fluttering as he closed the door.  "Would you care for some coffee?  Just
made a fresh pot."

   "No, thank you," Trent said, getting down to business, "Mr.  Pierce, I
need to know where you were the night before last around 10:30."

   Uh oh; okay, just play it straight but play it cool.

   "I was at a party," Tom answered as he poured himself a mug.

   "On the college campus?"

   "Yes; I left right around the time you mentioned." Tom casually walked
around the officer, seeing him eyeing this or that around the living room.

   "How long were you there?"

   "A couple of hours." When Trent turned to look at something on the
couch, Tom felt a quick tap on his shoulder telling him Brenda was right
behind him, undoubtedly invisible.  Then he saw Trent carefully pick up a
garment off the couch's arm.

   "Not yours, I take it," he said with a smirk, dangling the pink bra on
his finger.

   "You take correctly," Tom shot back, matching his smirk, "That belongs
to my girlfriend."

   "Is she here?" Trent dropped the bra back onto the sofa.

   Tom thumbed behind him, "In the shower."

   "Did she go to this party, too?"

   "She invited me; she works in one of the dorms."

   "I'll need to speak with her, too."

   Tom held out his hand, offering the chair beside the officer.  They both
sat waiting for Brenda to come out, Trent idly glancing at the bandage on
Tom's arm.

   "Must have been some party," he said, nodding at his arm.

   "This was from...  work; I fix things," Tom answered, absently rubbing
at his forearm, "occupational hazard."

   Trent's eyebrow shot up suddenly when Brenda walked out of the bathroom
wearing a towel and rubbing at her hair with a smaller one.

   "Is the coffee ready, Tom?  Oh!" she voiced surprise, grasping at the
towel that didn't quite cover her body, "Sorry, I didn't know you had
company."

   "It's okay; this is Detective Trent," Tom waved a hand, "This is Brenda
Johnson."

   "Miss," Trent tipped his head to her, spying some wet flesh peeking out
from the opening where the towel gaped.

   Brenda shrugged, "I didn't mean to interrupt."

   "I need to ask you some questions, Miss Johnson; were you at a dorm
party with Tom two nights ago around 10:00 or so?"

   "Yes, I invited him there."

   "Are you a student?"

   "I work in that dorm; I'm the house mother and I tutor some of the
students...  well, at least I did; classes are over for the summer."

   Trent nodded slowly, "What time did you leave?"

   "Well, we were only there for a couple of hours.  The kids were getting
a little...  rambunctious with there fun, if you know what I mean.  So we
congratulated them and left them to their partying.  I think it was almost
10:30 when we left."

   "And you came back here?"

   Brenda grinned seductively, "Yes...  and last night, too."

   Trent didn't even crack a smile at that and continued, "Do you know
anything about the incident that happened in one of the rooms?"

   "We heard something about it," said Tom, a trickle of worry running down
his spine.

   "Oh, I think you did more than just 'hear' about it," Trent said,
opening the file and thumbing through the contents.  He pulled out a piece
of paper and held it out for Tom to look at.  "This is the result of a
sample test on a piece of fabric we found in the room where an assault took
place.  Your blood was on it."

   Oh, shit!  The knife attack!  I knew there was something that was wrong.
"My blood?" he asked, feinting confusion.

   "We collected samples that matched up to everyone that was in the room
at the time of the attacks: four male students from another college, four
females that were raped and assaulted by them...  and you." He slipped the
paper back into the file and stepped up to Tom, "There was no trace of you
on any of the victims; that tells me you weren't involved in any sexual
assault that we know of.  But that fabric sample also tells me that you
were in that room with them.  So, what I want to know is: what were you
doing there?"

   Tom decided to just come out with it and hope the consequences wouldn't
be that bad; the detective had hard evidence right in front of him so there
was no ducking out of it.

   "Yes, I was in there.  I saw two guys standing outside the door,
guarding it.  They didn't go to that college, so I went up to them and
asked them what they were doing there..."

   "...  and you beat the shit out of them?" Trent asked.

   "I heard what was going on in the room, Detective.  Yes, I punched their
tickets in..."

   "...and zip tied them?  That's convenient."

   "I told you I fix things; I happened to have them on me, so I used
them." Tom was starting to get hot.

   "And then?"

   "I busted into the room and saw what was going on, so I took out the
other two and untied the girls."

   "Yes," Trent started pacing, tapping the folder against his chin, "the
girls said someone came in and helped them.  Pretty brave of you taking on
four big college guys by yourself...  or were you by yourself?"

   Tom scowled, "What's that suppose to mean?" Brenda placed her hand on
his back and squeezed, telling him to calm down.

   "The witnesses said that there were two people helping them."

   "No, it was just me," Tom said, trying to keep an even and convincing
voice, "Brenda waited for me out in the car while I went back in to get my
keys I left in her room.  A girl ran passed me all beat up, so I checked
out what was going on and found those guys assaulting three more.  I took
them out, freed the girls, and told them to call the cops."

   "And you didn't feel it necessary to stick around?" Trent raised an
eyebrow to him.

   "I didn't feel like being a hero, okay?"

   "No it's not 'okay', Mr.  Pierce," said Trent hotly, "You're a material
witness to multiple assaults, some of which you were responsible for," he
got right in Tom's face, "and you're not telling me everything."

   Now Tom was really getting upset and shouted, "I told you what
happened!"

   "But not all of it!" Trent fired back, "You left out the part about not
being seen!"

   Tom's brow climbed up, "What are you talking about?  You've got
witnesses that said I was there helping them!"

   "'Helping' yes," Trent dug out another paper from his folder, "but one
of them said she couldn't see you."

   "It was dark in the room; I could barely see anything either."

   "That's not what she meant," Trent held up the paper, "She said that her
'savior'...  was invisible."

   "That's ridiculous!" Brenda now chimed in, "She must have been out of
it; she was hurt, after all!"

   "Yeah, so ridiculous that we have reports from at least three dozen
other witnesses claiming the same thing: criminals saying they were beat up
by invisible ghosts; victims saying they were rescued by them." Trent now
stared at Brenda carefully, and his brow went up as well, "Yes...  now I
know you: Brenda Johnson.  Yes, I remember you, too.  You're in one of the
case files we have; an attempted rape victim." His lip curled up in a
sneer, "You claimed that your benefactor was invisible, too."

   Both Tom and Brenda remained silent; what could they say?  Trent was on
to them.

   "Look," the detective sighed, impatiently, "I don't know how you're
doing it or what you're using to do it with, but I'm pretty sure of one
thing," he stared Tom dead in the eye, "It was you.  You...  are this
'Ghost' character they keep talking about.  You're the one taking out
dirtbags left and right; you," he then glared at Brenda, "and your
partner."

   Tom remained indignant while Brenda's lips were pulled down into a
scowl. "Well," she grumbled, "it was fun while it lasted."

   Trent just smirked and resumed his pacing, "How are you doing it, this
'not being seen' thing?"

   Neither of them uttered a word.

   Trent's smirk disappeared, "You realize I could haul both of you in on
charges right now."

   "What charges?" Brenda asked, nostrils flaring.

   "Aggravated and felonious assault, for starters; illegal entry, battery,
tampering with and removing evidence from a crime scene, and those are just
off the top of my head."

   "All of which were done against people who were doing something bad to
someone else...  and that you have no proof of," Brenda spat out.

   The detective balked a little at that, but pressed on, "Have you two
kept track of how many people you've managed to hurt and put in the
hospital?"

   Tom stepped up; he had heard enough, "Alright, fine; so you know.  It
was us, but like she said: you have no real proof, just hearsay and
speculation.  Now let me ask you a question Detective, and answer me
honestly: who have we hurt?"

   Trent started to say something but stopped himself, his face getting as
hard as stone as Tom went on, "Yeah, that's right: criminals; degenerates
that don't give a damn about anyone or anything but themselves.  Scumbags
that do whatever they please, hurt whomever they want, and take from hard
working, decent folks that count on you guys to protect them and keep them
safe...  and don't." Trent's brow dropped at that, Tom knowing he struck a
nerve, "And all because 'they can'; they don't respect the law because they
never obey it.  They don't care about common decency because they don't
have any!"

   "And that gives you the right to take the law into your own hands?"
Trent spat at him.

   "Somebody has to do something about it," Tom narrowed the gap between
them, "because you clowns certainly aren't!" Trent was almost nose to nose
with Tom when Brenda intervened.

   "Alright, that's enough!  We're not getting anywhere with this!" She
then turned to Trent, still hanging onto the towel around her body, "Look,
all we were doing was helping those who needed it.  A lot worse could have
happened to them if we hadn't done something."

   The detective nailed her point blank with a glare and asked, "Why?  Why
are you two doing this?"

   Tom answered the detective, "Because nobody else can."

   Trent folded his arms in a huff and asked, "And just what the Hell is
that suppose to mean?  You think I've worn this badge for almost twenty
years for nothing?"

   "You're a cop, and you know as well as I do that you can only go so far
with that badge and gun.  The criminals know it, too; they're the ones with
all the rights, all the privileges allowed by the law."

   "That's the way it is, Pierce.  Until a better system comes along..."
But Tom cut him off.

   "Yeah, until then what are their victims left with?  Fear and pain,
broken spirits, and shattered lives.  Where are their rights?"

   "They get justice when their attackers are put behind bars."

   "A small consolation, considering the criminals already know how the
court system works better than the lawyers do.  And for someone with
nothing to lose, a bed and three meals a day without working or paying
taxes for it would be paradise, while their victims try to cope with the
loss of security...  or a loved one."

   "As long as their locked up, they can't hurt anyone else," Trent
counter.

   But Tom immediately fired back with, "The way the system is set up, most
of them are back on the streets in a few months or a few years and pick up
right where they left off: doing whatever they please and ruining lives in
the process," He put on a dour look and, "The criminals know they can get
away with it, because they're not afraid of you, their victims, or anything
the law can throw at them.  But thanks to us..." Tom's look changed from
dour to rancorous, "they have a reason to be afraid now."

   Trent was silent for a moment or two, then, "Criminals or not, you're
violating their rights."

   "I seriously doubt their victims would agree with you," said Brenda with
a sarcastic sneer.

   "And I'm almost certain that the people we've helped would be on our
side of the argument," Tom picked up, "So I ask you again, Detective: who
have we hurt?"

   Again, Trent took a moment to answer, then, "Even though the 'help'
you're handing out is stopping criminals, it still doesn't make it right."

   "Probably not, but it does make it...'even'.  It's no longer tilted in
the criminals' favor; we're helping to level the playing field." Tom felt
his confidence become rock solid for the first time in a long while, then
Brenda backed him up with, "Hell, you should be thanking us; we're making
your job easier."

   "That is entirely beside the point, young lady," Trent huffed, then
closed his eyes and let out his breath slowly, "Look, I can understand what
you two are trying to do and between you and me, you actually are helping
out the people of this city to a degree.  However...  you're still breaking
the law."

   "Like we said: you have no proof of that."

   Trent just glared at Tom and held up the file in his hand.

   "One piece of evidence that says I was at a crime scene, and witnesses
that said I helped to save them.  What do you think the courts will say?"

   Trent sighed, already knowing the answer, "More than likely...  they'd
dismiss the charges on 'self defense' grounds.  At worst, suspend the
sentence, if any, and give you probation." He and the pair of heroes just
stood in the living room contemplating their views in silence for a minute,
then he asked, "What do you think I should do with you two?"

   Tom blinked, not moving, "It's your call, Detective."

   For a split second, Trent considered calling in back up and having the
pair placed under arrest.  Instead, he headed for the door, but turned as
he grabbed the doorknob, "I need some time to think about this one.  Just
for the sake of argument, I'm giving you two the benefit of the doubt,
because I think you really are trying to help." He held up the file, "I'll
keep this buried for now, but do me a favor: don't leave town, and don't go
out and perform any 'good citizen' routines for a while.  I'll be in
touch." With that, the detective left the house.

   "Oh, Christ!" Tom slapped his forehead and started sputtering, "I
fucking knew it!  I knew something like this could happen!  In the back of
my mind, I always thought that someone would..."

   "Now Tom, don't start panicking yet," said Brenda, holding his arm.

   "I'm not 'starting' anything; we're way passed the point of
'panicking'!" He glanced at Brenda, and suddenly felt a little better when
a bit of humor leaped into his mind, "and you were putting on a show for
him."

   Brenda just shrugged, "Just trying to distract him."

   "Your nipples are showing."

   Brenda looked down and saw that both of her nipples were peeking out
over the top of the towel.  She yelped a little and blushed, realizing she
was giving the detective a free peep, and couldn't quite hide the grin
tugging at the corner of her mouth.

   "It's a good thing you came out of the bathroom; our stories wouldn't
have matched up too well."

   Brenda nodded, "I heard you talking to someone right before I jumped
into the shower, so I put my ring on and snuck in."

   "You didn't make the floor disappear," Tom noted.

   "I put on my socks.  After you two sat down, I got in the shower for a
second and came out." But Brenda sighed, adding, "It still didn't help
much, though; he already figured it out."

   Tom slumped down on the couch, still aggravated and worried.  "What the
Hell are we going to do, Brenda?"

   "For now...  nothing," she answered, sitting next to him, "You just said
it's his call."

   Tom nodded, "He's 'letting it go' for now; he's still trying to figure
out what to do next.  He's got evidence, but nothing solid on our 'hero'
work.  It just proves that I was there at the dorm, but it doesn't prove
that I'm the Ghost.  He guessed right about us, but that's all it was: a
guess."

   Brenda rubbed his shoulder, "So, what do you think he'll do about it?"

   "I don't know; that's what worries me the most."

   Brenda leaned on his shoulder, "Maybe we should cool it for a while; no
sense in aggravating the situation any more than it is now."

   "Whether we take it easy or not, this whole thing could explode any
minute, and Trent's got the match to light the fuse."

   They both stayed silent for a while, then Brenda thought of something,
"Tom, do you think we could trust him?"

   "What do you mean?"

   "Remember when I asked you if you knew anyone on the police force, and
you said 'no'?"

   "Yes," he answered slowly and cautiously.

   "Well...  you do now." Tom started to speak, but Brenda cut him off,
"Now just hear me out on this.  If we would be willing to help him out with
some police matters, he might be willing to help us by not spilling the
beans about our 'activities'."

   "And let him blackmail us?

   "With what?  He's got no proof, you just said so."

   "One slip, one word into a criminal's ear is all it would take for them
to come looking for us and get some payback."

   "He doesn't look like the type to slip up on anything, and it did seem
like you had him convinced of our good intentions for a second."

   Tom paused, thinking hard about their encounter with Trent.  At the end,
he was obviously torn about what to do; otherwise he would have slapped
handcuffs on the pair and arrested both of them right then and there.  He
had no solid proof of their identities and he knew it.

   But there was something else about him, almost as if his 'wait and see'
posture was hiding a 'let's see what they can do for me' kind of notion.

   Could they trust him?  Could they even team up, maybe work together for
the greater good?  Unofficially, of course; 'off the books', so to speak.
Tom wasn't quite convinced.

   Tom laid his head back on the couch and blew out his breath slowly, "I
think we should just do what he suggested.  We should chill out on this for
a while."

   "Well the 'hero' stuff, yeah," Brenda agreed, "But what about our
'fun'?"

   Tom saw the grin on her face and said, "Well, he didn't say we couldn't
have...  'fun', now did he?"

   Brenda started giggling as Tom reached inside of her towel and pulled it
off of her, fondling her luscious, naked curves and lovingly kissed her.
Tom pulled the car up into a slot in the parking area, seeing only a few
students here and there strolling across the campus.

   "Uh, Tom...  why did we come back here?"

   He looked at Brenda and said, "Why not?"

   "Because the last time we were here, we caused a ruckus."

   "No, we didn't; we finished one..."

   "...and got nailed for it," Brenda cautiously looked around her.

   "Don't worry," said Tom, getting out of the car, "We're not here to play
'hero'; we're here to have some more fun."

   Brenda smirked, ready to activate her ring, "What kind of fun?"

   "You promised me we could peek in the showers; we never did come back to
that." Tom pulled his ring off.

   Brenda's 'let's do something naughty' grin appeared, "Okay, but we can't
go back to the dorm, not after what happened."

   "I know that can't be the only co-ed dorm on the campus."

   Brenda shook her head, still grinning, "Nope, there's one just down at
the other end of the quad," and pointed off to their left and across an
expanse of green grass and crisscrossing sidewalks.

   Tom nodded to her and, checking one last time for any spying eyes, both
of them said, "Per is vox, lux lucus sinus," at the same time.  They
slipped the rings on and vanished from sight.

   Stripping down to their shoes and quickly stuffing their clothes into
the car, the invisible naked duo started trekking across the quad.  In the
warm twilight evening, the lights that lined the sidewalks started to come
on but the walkways were devoid of foot traffic.

   "I wonder where everyone is," said Brenda as she scanned the empty quad
looking for any sign of activity.

   "Well, it is their last week here," answered Tom, not seeing anyone
either, "Some of them have probably left already."

   "Probably, but this is a college; you know there must be a party going
on somewhere." Brenda flashed her naughty grin at him.  Tom smiled back,
anticipating the same kind of fun they had the last time they were on
campus.

   Reaching the opposite side of the quad, they found themselves in front
of another dorm house, about the same size as the one they visited early
on.

   "This is it," said Brenda, still grinning in anticipation, "I don't know
my way around this one, so we'll take it slow and easy."

   Tom nodded, and the pair waited for someone to come out or go into the
house.  They didn't have to wait long; a young couple sauntered through the
door, swaying a bit and snickering.  Just before the door closed, Tom and
Brenda quietly snuck inside.

   Once again, the unseen nudes didn't need to be quiet once they got
through the entrance foyer.  Just like the last dorm they explored, the
halls of this one were filled with partying and laughing students passing
around bottles of beer and liquor, enjoying their last good time together.
And judging from what little clothing (if any) could be seen, the party was
just getting started.

   Tom and Brenda smiled at the shenanigans, almost identical to the ones
they peeked in on the last time, and started exploring.

   "It must be on the first floor somewhere," muttered Brenda, referring to
the shower area, "Let's try down here," and pointed off to her left.

   The pair made their way through a maze of partiers in various stages of
intoxication and dress.  They spied a group of students in a lounge area
cheering on a makeshift, wet T-shirt contest and yelling out, "Skin to
win!" The cheers got louder as the contestants peeled off what little they
were wearing, flashing boobs and butts in all shapes and sizes.

   "I remember those contests quite fondly," Tom chuckled.

   Brenda playfully swatted his arm and giggled, "Yeah, I'll bet you do."

   After waiting for a winner to be declared, a long haired brunette with a
natural (and almost comically large) pair of breasts, the duo continued
exploring.  They passed more happy party goers as they found themselves
close to a wide swinging door near the rear of the building.  Two wet
blondes waltzed into the corridor, clutching towels around them and
giggling.

   "Did you see Cindy go after that Mark guy?" one of them snickered.

   "Yeah, well she's one of the few with big enough tits that can wrap
around his cock," the other replied, "He's a fucking horse!"

   "If she gets him in bed, her twat's gonna be sore for a week."

   Tom and Brenda watched the two giddy blondes go into a room, then both
nodded to the swinging door, knowing they hit their target.  They saw no
one near the door's steamed up window and quietly entered.

   "Uh, oh," Tom whispered, halting just inside the entrance alcove. 
Brenda started to question him, but stopped when she saw what was bothering
him.

   Steam from the shower area wafted all around them and the room, with the
exception of the impressions the invisible pair were creating.  In between
the clouds of vapor and their skin, the thin field surrounding their bodies
was crystal clear, leaving perfect outlines of their forms in the mist. 
This was how they were 'seen' by the lowlifes in the alleyway where Tom was
shot and Brenda was taken against her will.

   "How are going to get around this?" asked Tom, waving his arm in front
of him.  The steam cloud obscured his arm slightly when it passed between
it and his chest.

   "It might be steamy enough that they won't notice," hissed Brenda,
moving her arm in the same manner, "Let's take a peek."

   Before Tom could stop her, Brenda eased up to the dividing wall being
careful not to touch it and making part of it vanish, and peeked around the
other side.  Her eyes bugged out when she came almost nose to nose with hot
sex going on.

   Just on the opposite side of the tiled wall, a naked girl was bracing
herself against it with her arms.  Panting and moaning, her boobs swayed
and wobbled as the naked guy behind her humped her ass, grunting and
groaning along with her.  His thrusts were producing wet slapping sounds as
the shower water splashed down over them; both hands fondling and kneading
her round ass cheeks.

   Brenda quickly waved Tom over to take a look as the young man slipped a
hand up the girl's body and grabbed a handful of swinging breast, pinching
and pulling at the swollen nipple and making her moan louder.  The
showering pair came into Tom's view just as the girl arched up on her toes
and started yelping in delight.  Brenda reached behind her and started
stroking Tom's growing member as the young man reared back and groaned
through clenched teeth, burying his cock deep inside of his partner's pussy
and blowing his wad.  Their bodies stiffened up for a second or two, their
legs quivering, then went slack as they leaned against the shower wall
trying to catch their breath.

   Finally peeling their eyes off of the young horny couple, Tom and Brenda
took in the rest of the shower area, his cock still in her hand.

   Clouds of steam puffed all around the room, half obscuring the view. 
But the intrepid pair could definitely make out what was going on.

   Two more couples were going at it on one side of the shower room, being
drenched in hot, steaming water.  One girl was on her knees suckling her
partner's hard dick as he steadied himself by hanging onto a faucet handle,
the other couple in the exact opposite positions.  The first guy's legs
stiffened up and he let out a groan as his gal hungrily sucked on his cum
squirting cockhead and milked his balls with gentle squeezes.  A second
after, the other gal lifted a leg over her partner's shoulder and pushed on
his back with it.  Balancing on her other trembling leg, she arched back
against the wall and produced a series of mewling squeals as her guy buried
his face into her pussy and made her cum on his awaiting mouth and tongue.

   Another couple, both girls, were gently soaping and caressing each other
in one corner, their hands fondling sudsy, soft curves and moist crevices;
their tongues fencing with each tender kiss.

   Tom reached down and grabbed at Brenda's ass as he watched the lustful
shower play, wiggling a finger up to her butt hole and tickled it.  Hissing
out giggles, she in turn stroked his hard cock and rubbed her thumb over
the sensitive, swollen head making his whole body stiffen and his dick
quiver.

   But despite the horniness going on along the sidelines, the main
attraction was what really got their attention.

   There were at least a dozen more students showering, more girls than
guys, all naked and wet...  and all aroused, judging from the hard cocks,
stiff nipples, and groping hands that could be seen.  They were all crowded
around one guy leaning against the far wall.

   "Okay," one of the guys perked up, "Cindy obviously won the titty fuck
contest," he gestured to a smiling redhead with boobs the size of volley
balls; the crowd applauding when she made them wobble for them, "now it's
time for the deep throat contest.  Which one of you ladies think they can
take on the monster?"

   Brenda carefully eased up to the crowd for a better look as a couple of
co-eds smiled and raised their hands, with a couple more inching back
slightly, unsure.  Tom unglued his eyes from the monstrous rack on the
redhead to see Brenda with her jaw almost on the floor, and looked where
she was gawking.

   The guy leaning back against the wall wasn't the biggest or tallest in
the room, but it was what was between his legs garnishing all the
attention: the biggest dick either of them had ever seen, bloated and
sticking straight out from his groin.  A petite blonde giggled as she knelt
down and placed a tape measure along the length, then around the shaft. 
Her eyes widened as she sputtered, "Twelve and a half inches long; six and
a half inch girth!" She grinned as she gently fondled the guy's huge balls,
weighing them in her palm.  Tom and Brenda figured this had to be that Mark
guy the toweled blondes were giggling about in the hall.

   "You saw what kind of a load he can produce," the impromptu emcee chimed
in, again gesturing towards the redhead, her tits and face still covered in
large splatters of cum, "Who thinks they can swallow it all, first the cock
then the load?  The winner gets a hundred bucks!"

   "I can do it," Brenda whispered in Tom's ear, the two eager girls
readying themselves for their feast while the two shy ones were still
debating whether they should try.

   "You really want to?" Tom whispered back.  Brenda nodded quickly, that
naughty grin getting wider on her face, "We'll have to become visible;
we'll freak 'em out if we start making them vanish."

   "Okay," she hushed, and motioned for them to go back to the door.  Once
there they slipped off their shoes and made the tile under their bare feet
disappear, but only for a moment.  Brenda slipped off her ring as Tom did
the same, both materializing into view, and went back to the shower fun and
casually merged in with the crowd.

   Tom hung back a bit as Brenda edged up to the students cheering on a
slim girl with short dark hair, kneeling down and readying herself in front
of Mark's massive cock.  She rolled her eyes in anxiety as she grasped his
dick as best she could and slowly lowered her open mouth to it.  She
enveloped the fat head with her lips and suckled it for a moment, flicking
her tongue over the pisshole and making Mark moan with pleasure.  She then
widened her mouth out and began to ease the length passed her tongue and
into her awaiting throat.

   Brenda joined the students chanting, "Go, go, go!" as his cock
disappeared into the girl's mouth, her throat undulating as it tried to
accommodate its length and thickness.  But when she got to a certain point,
she started to gag and cough around the shaft.  She tried to get more of
the length inside of her, but it was too much for her and she quickly slid
her mouth off the huge slab of man meat.  She held her thumb and forefinger
around the point where she stopped so her friend could measure it, still
gagging and coughing with her eyes wide and watering.

   "Nine and three quarter inches!" her friend announced, the others
applauding the choking girl's effort and Mark thanking her with a big grin.

   "Hi."

   Tom turned to the voice behind him and found himself facing the
redhead's green eyes and huge tits as she stepped away from the running
water behind her after rinsing Mark's load off her chest and face.

   "Uh, hi there," he replied.  Knowing he and Brenda weren't supposed to
be there, nervousness started to well up inside of his stomach.  But it
faded when she smiled sweetly at him not realizing he wasn't a student, be
it because of intoxication or sexual giddiness.

   "I'm Cindy."

   "Tom," he nodded back, then took in the beautiful view of her body, her
ass, hips, and legs just as luscious and curvaceous as her boobs, "I have
to say, you have an amazing body."

   "Thank you," she grinned, lightly touching his muscular chest, "you have
a great body, too," her eyes fell on his large and hard cock and her grin
got bigger, "a really great body."

   Tom was caught up in his conversation with Cindy as Brenda was still
staring at the cock sucking contest going on.  The other eager girl got as
far as nine and a half inches before she started choking on Mark's dick and
had to back off.  She shrugged and laughed as her fellow co-eds
congratulated her attempt, and another gal (one of the 'not so sure' ones)
knelt down before Mark and gripped his shaft.

   As the fat dick started sliding down the girl's throat, Brenda noticed
Tom talking to the girl with the volley ball boobs and sauntered over.

   "You made a new friend, I see," she giggled.

   "This is Cindy," Tom motioned to Brenda, "Cindy, this is Brenda."

   "Oh...  uh, hi," Cindy replied, obviously uncomfortable, "Look, I'm
sorry if I got in the middle of something.  I mean if you two are
together..."

   But Brenda shook her head, "No, it's okay honey.  Everybody seems to
be...  'having fun' with each other," she winked at Cindy, making her blush
a little, "so it's alright if you two want to have some fun.  I'm waiting
for my turn." She thumbed back at the group of contestants, the latest girl
almost throwing up once she got passed seven inches.

   "So...  you really don't mind?" Cindy asked cautiously, eyeing Tom's
crotch.

   Brenda nodded, "It's okay; have fun." She leaned in and kissed Tom,
whispering, "You have fun, too," and grinned wickedly.

   "You too," he replied, seeing another girl helping the latest contestant
up off the floor, and then taking her place and licking her lips in
anticipation.

   Tom's eyes were filled with love and lust watching Brenda trot back to
the game, her round delicious butt wiggling with every hop.  He then turned
back to his new friend.

   "So...  uh, what are you...  I mean, what were you studying?" Although
his confidence was secure enough to be naked around a group of strangers,
and this time without being invisible and them being nude as well, he still
stammered out the small-talk question with nervousness.

   "I graduated with a degree in Mathematics; I'm going for my certificate
and becoming a teacher."

   Wow, thought Tom, that sweet smile is going to charm those kids into
doing anything she asks of them, even extra homework over the weekends I'll
bet.

   "But right now," she said seductively, tracing her fingers down his body
and wrapped them around his cock, "I'm studying you."

   "Well, I'm definitely studying you," Tom answered, placing a hand on her
wet, soft hip, "but I though maybe you'd be more interested in Mark.  The
other girls seem to be." Tom tilted his head over to the contest to spy yet
another girl attempting to swallow Mark's log of a cock, and got as far as
ten and a half inches before backing off.

   But Cindy shook her head, "Nah.  I mean, Mark's cute and all, but if he
tried to put that big thing inside my pussy, all my plumbing would fall out
afterwards." Tom laughed along with her as she continued to fondle him,
"I'm comfortable with someone who's," she squeezed his shaft, "your size."

   If that was a hint, Tom absolutely got it judging from the grin he knew
he was wearing and the one Cindy was flashing back at him.  Still having a
good grip on his meat, she guided him over to one of the private shower
stalls at the back of the room.  Brenda, taking her eyes off a shapely
blonde that was making an effort to deep throat Mark, spied the pair
slipping away from the crowd.  She winked at Tom when he caught her looking
and winked back, the stupid grin on his face getting wider.

   Once inside the stall, Cindy stepped back to let the hot water rain down
over her curves and pulled Tom in to join her.  The relaxing spray splashed
down over the nude pair as they started fondling each other, Tom's hands
caressing and squeezing her round, soft ass cheeks.

   Cindy gently pushed Tom back against the tiled wall and knelt before
him, her fingers immediately wrapping around his cock and balls.  After
slathering her tongue all over the shaft, she parted her lips and let his
cockhead slip into her mouth, sucking slowly.  Tom sighed in delight when
he felt her mouth inch its way down the length of his dick, her fingers
tickling and stroking his nuts.

   After a few minutes, she released his cock and rose up to lean back
against the opposite wall and spread her legs apart.  Again taking the
hint, Tom dropped to his knees and placed his head between them, running
his hands up and down her thighs.  He started flicking his tongue all
around her labia and worked his way to her delicate inner lips.  Cindy
pushed her hips forward and sighed heavily as Tom took her moist mound into
his mouth, nuzzling the small patch of red hair topping it with his nose.

   She arched her body as Tom devoured her sweet pussy with lustful licks
and steadied herself by grabbing onto the neck of the shower head with one
hand and a small soap shelf with the other.  He made her gasp when he found
her budding clit and attacked it with loving tongue tickles.  With mewling
little pouts, her legs stiffened up and quivered as she reached around and
pushed on his head, forcing more of his tongue against her.  Her body
lurched when she came on his face with a tiny squeal of delight as Tom
lapped up as much her juices as he could, the rest being washed away by the
shower.

   Tom stood up and held Cindy close so she wouldn't slip on the tile due
to her weakened legs, but she surprised him by pushing him back against the
wall and hungrily kissed him.

   "I want you right now," she panted.  She turned around and, spreading
her legs again, presented her ass to him as she braced herself on the wall,
"Give me your big cock."

   Tom wasted no time rubbing up against Cindy, nuzzling his rock hard dick
between her legs and, when he positioned the head against her hot and ready
pussy, eased the length inside of her.

   Cindy moaned as his fat cock stretched her pussy lips apart, feeling the
thickness and hardness filling her up, and started meeting his thrusts with
her own.  Slowly at first, then picking up speed, their showered bodies
made wet smacking sounds as Tom banged against her ass.  He reached around
and grabbed two huge handfuls of her gigantic tits, catching her nipples
between his fingers and tugging at the fat, swollen nubs.  The nipple
playing made Cindy breathe and pant quicker as she humped back against
Tom's cock harder, wanting more.

   After about ten more minutes, Tom knew he couldn't hold back the wave of
sperm building up inside his balls because of Cindy's wildly squeezing cunt
milking his shaft with every hard thrust.  Once again, her legs stiffened
and more mewling sounds came out of her mouth.  She reached back and
grabbed his ass as he let go of one of her tits to squeeze hers, and her
whole body started shaking.  She sobbed open mouthed as her orgasm raced
through her pussy, the inner walls clamping around Tom's cock.  Tom reared
back and groaned as cum bubbled up and spewed into her awaiting cunt, both
of them hanging onto one another and riding out the orgasmic wave.

   Tom eased his dick out of Cindy's pussy once it stopped twitching and
she stopped quaking.  She breathed out in relief as his dick head slipped
out of her folds and leaned against the wall for support, cum dripping out
and down her thighs. "Oh, my...  God," she sighed as she turned to face Tom
and embraced him for a lustful kiss, "That was great."

   "Yes, it was," he replied, caressing her soft, wet curves, "I enjoyed
that."

   "Me, too." She stepped under the shower to rinse off, Tom joining her to
help her.  They washed and fondled each other and, once finished, then
stepped out of the stall.

   But not before she stopped to give him one last kiss and say, "You were
wonderful; thank you."

   "Thank you, and good luck with your new career; I hope you do well."

   Cindy smiled and winked at Tom, then joined the crowd of naked students
still having sexy fun.

   While Tom's shower stall fun was going on, Brenda applauded with the
others congratulating another girl's attempt to deep throat Mark.  She came
within a hair of eleven inches before she started gagging and had to
release his massive member.

   "Well, it looks like Pam is the front runner with almost eleven inches,"
said the emcee of the contest, pointing to a short haired blonde with a
very shapely ass, "Any other takers?"

   The remaining girls giggled and backed away, shaking their heads, when
they heard, "I'll try it."

   They all turned to see Brenda grinning and sheepishly raising her hand.

   "Okay, one more contestant." The guy ushered Brenda over to Mark and
presented her with the challenge, "You have to beat eleven inches; go for
it!"

   As Brenda knelt down to face the monster cock, Mark looked down and said
breathlessly, "With all this sucking going on, you might get an extra
prize, if you know what I mean."

   Brenda eyed his swollen ball sack and gently caressed it with her
fingertips, making him shudder, "Good; exactly what I want."

   She licked and nibbled up and down Mark's cock making it quiver, then
grabbed it and pointed it at her awaiting mouth.  Parting her lips, she
enveloped the bloated tip, teasing it with her wicked tongue, then eased
her mouth down the length.  Mark braced himself against the wall as he felt
Brenda's mouth and tongue sucking and slithering down more and more of his
cock.

   After a minute or two, every eye in the shower room group widened as
they watched Mark's enormous dick disappear into Brenda's hungry mouth. 
Mark watched in awe as her lips stretched apart to accommodate his thick
girth and felt her throat open more to accommodate his length, and his jaw
dropped open when her nose touched his wet, black pubic hair.  She shook
her head slightly to tease him, making him moan and tremble, and the whole
group of spectators broke out into cheers and whistles congratulating the
winner.

   "Okay, that's fifty bucks for the lady!" the young man sang out, "now
for the other fifty.  Can she take his load without spilling a drop?"

   Brenda slipped her mouth off of Mark's cock to catch her breath and
smiled, "I'll give it a try," then looked up at Mark, "How close are you?"

   "Oh, man," he groaned, "My balls are so full, they're going to explode."

   "Well, then we should do something about that," she cooed at him,
"Prepare to be relieved."

   And with that, she engulfed his cock and hungrily sucked on it, reaching
up and cradling his sack.

   Mark groaned louder as he watched her head bob up and down on his dick,
her tongue snaking around it and slathering it with lustful licks.  She
held it steady for a moment to quickly swiped her tongue all over the fat
cockhead, making Mark quiver, then sucked it down with loud slurps.

   Not being able to stand it any longer, Mark thrust his hips forward and
let out a strained growl as his orgasm reached its apex.  Sperm shot up his
shaft and exploded from his pisshole in huge globs, unseen of course for
Brenda was swallowing them down and letting out muffled squeals of delight
with every blast of cum that splashed her mouth and tongue.  Mark shook his
head back and forth against the wall and whimpered as Brenda teased more
cum out of his cock with every slurping suck and tongue tickle against his
glans.  She almost let some sperm escape, for there was a lot of it coming
out of his dick, but she managed to slurp it back into her mouth before it
got passed her lips to dribble onto her chin.

   Finally, after she was certain all of his spunk was emptied out of his
balls, Brenda released Mark cock from her talented mouth with one last
loving slurp.  She opened her mouth to show that absolutely no semen
remained, and the crowd applauded once again with loud cheers.  She spied
one last drop of cum oozing out of Mark's cockhead and teasingly licked it
off, making his whole body quake.

   "That was tasty," she mewled at him, and gave the tip of his dick a
gentle kiss, "Thank you."

   "Thank...  you," Mark replied, almost out of breath.

   Brenda rose up to the cheering crowd of students and thanked them as
well, the emcee handing her two fifty dollar bills in a small clear baggie,
just as Tom and Cindy emerged from the shower stall.

   Brenda just shook her head, "It's okay, guys; you keep it.  Buy some
more beer and stuff with it and enjoy the party," To keep up the façade of
being one of the students, she added, "I have to get going; still got a lot
of packing to do."

   "You sure?" asked the young man holding the money, "You won it fair and
square."

   "I'm sure, but thanks anyway.  You guys have fun and have a nice
summer."

   With that, she joined Tom after he said goodbye to Cindy and headed for
the swinging shower room door, leaving the partying students to their sexy
celebrating.

   Seeing no one in the hall outside after slipping into their shoes, they
both slipped off their rings and said, "Per is vox, lux lucus sinus," and
replaced them onto their fingers, disappearing from view.  Invisible, the
naked duo made their way to the front door, passing more naked partiers,
and snuck back outside the dorm into the warm evening.

   "That was fun," Brenda said quietly, "We should try that again, if we
can get around the steam problem."

   "Yeah, that's going to be tricky," said Tom, and shrugged, "Oh well,
we'll figure out other ways to have fun."

   They walked hand in hand across the empty quad towards the car, when Tom
suddenly realized that the quad wasn't quite empty.  On one of the benches
that lined the sidewalks sat a girl wearing a sports jersey and shorts,
with long brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, sporting a petite figure
and a plain, pretty face with a small pointy nose topped with a pair of
glasses.

   And crying.

   Tom nodded to the hapless girl and Brenda followed him over to the
bench, idly wondering if maybe they shouldn't get involved in what was
troubling the young lady; it could be something personal and none of their
business.

   But as the unseen couple edged closer to the bench, they heard the girl
start to sniffle out questions.

   "Why do they always do that?  If they're not interested in me, why can't
they just leave me alone?" The girl looked up to the twinkling stars above
and asked, "When is going to be my turn?  When am I going to get a chance
at happiness?"

   Like an arrow, the question zinged through the air and pierced Tom
through his heart, for he had asked that very same question before his
fortune changed for the better after finding the rings.

   He nodded to Brenda, and the pair quietly walked up to the girl who
tried to sniff back more tears.

   "Isn't there anyone who understands me?" she sobbed.

   "I do."

   Startled by the male voice, the girl looked around her but saw no one.

   "Don't be afraid, honey; we won't hurt you."

   She looked around again, eyes darting everywhere at the sound of another
voice, female this time.  But she still didn't see anyone.

   "Who said that?" she asked cautiously, "Who's there?"

   She jumped when she felt a hand touch her shoulder, and turned sharply
to see a handsome man standing behind her.  Then her head spun around to
see a lovely woman sitting next to her when she touched her hand.  She
started to tremble a little, not because the couple was naked (well, it
unnerved her a bit), but because they had suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
Add to the fact that her eyesight was slightly out of focus as well.  She
checked her glasses, thinking there was something wrong with them, then she
shook her head to clear her vision.

   "I know it can't be liquor," she muttered, "I haven't had a drink all
night."

   "No, sweetie; it isn't that," the lady said softly, "We're real."

   "We just have a special way of not being seen, is all," added the man as
he sat down next to the girl.

   "Why...  why are you here?" she asked, uncertain of their intentions.

   "We're here to help you, if we can."

   She looked at the man with unsure eyes, "Are you...  ghosts or
something?"

   The woman smiled at her and answered, "Let's just say we're...  guardian
angels, and we want to help you."

   "Why are you..." she paused, blushing a bit, "naked?"

   "Well, angels have to have some fun too, you know," the man replied with
his smile, "My name's Thomas."

   "And I'm Brenda," she said as she laid a gentle hand on the girl's wet
cheek, "You were crying; what's wrong?"

   The girl looked down, almost ashamed, and relayed her dilemma.

   "I'm Lydia, and I'm sitting here because...  I'm afraid."

   "Of what?"

   "There's this boy I like very much.  He was in my science classes and
he's very smart.  Tonight, I finally got up the nerve to go talk to him at
his dorm before he leaves for the summer," she pointed behind her to a
house half hidden by the trees and shrubs lining the quad, "but before I
even got to the door, the other boys in the house came out and..." she
started to cry again, "They're always putting me down and making fun of me,
just because I'm brainy and nerdy and not sexy and built like some of the
other girls on campus.  Nobody really knows how I feel or how much it
hurts."

   "I do; I know exactly how you feel, Lydia," Tom said gently, "I was
treated the same way when I was in school.  Others abusing me and
humiliating me for their own gratification, always being put down and
ridiculed because of who and what I was on the outside, not the inside."

   "You really do understand," Lydia sniffled, "but I'm afraid if I try to
go over there again, they'll just..." Lydia held her face in her hands and
cried.

   Brenda put her arm around her and held her close, "Oh honey, don't cry.
Colleges are full of jackasses like that.  What about this boy you like? 
He doesn't do that to you, does he?"

   Lydia shook her head, "No, never.  He's like me: kind of a geek and shy,
but he's very sweet.  I try to talk to him, but he seems nervous whenever I
get near him.  The only reason the other guys keep him around is so he can
help them with their class assignments." Suddenly, she stopped and started
shaking again, "Oh, no; there's one of them."

   Tom and Brenda turned to where Lydia was looking and saw a young, sports
jock-like guy stumbling down the walk in a buzzed stupor.

   Brenda put an assuring hand on Lydia's arm and said, "Trust us; we'll
deal with him."

   The pair rose off the bench and Lydia blinked a few times as her vision
cleared, not knowing she was as invisible as the couple the whole time they
were talking.  The guy stopped and blinked a couple of times, focusing on
Lydia.

   "Where'd you come from?" he slurred, slowly sauntering up to her, "You
still here, pining away for your nerd in shining armor to come for you?"
The kid laughed at her as he approached, Lydia starting to get scared. 
"What?  You gonna cry again?  Real guys don't go for little nerdy girls
like you."

   "Then how about taking me on?"

   The guy twirled around at the sound of a woman behind him, but saw
nothing.

   "C'mon, you're a real man, aren't you?  Let's see what you've got."

   Lydia's eyes bugged out when the kid's pants suddenly fell to the
ground, exposing his dick, and giggled when she heard, "Hmm; not much, I
see."

   The guy tried to pull up his pants, but stumbled due to his drunken
condition and fell flat on his face.  He heard Lydia laughing at him as he
got himself together and yelled, "You think that's funny, you little
bitch?"

   Lydia stopped laughing when he advanced on her, but was shocked again
when the guy disappeared.

   The kid's eyes almost popped out of his head when a huge guy grabbed him
and growled, "You're pretty good at picking on a girl," he tightened his
grip on the kid's shirt, getting in his face, "Why don't you try picking on
me, Junior!"

   The kid cried out in fear and wrestled away from the beefy guy who
grabbed him, but once he was free, his tormentor was nowhere in sight. 
Then he heard what sounded like a haunting laugh, and that was all it took
for the scared punk to hightail it out of the quad and disappear into the
brush beyond.

   After Lydia got off the bench and started searching, she felt hands
touching her again, and her guardian angels reappeared.

   "How did you do that?" she said, a smile on her now dry cheeks.

   "It's a long story, honey," Tom answered, "Now, let's take care of this
problem you have with getting...  what's this young man's name?"

   "Stanley."

   Tom nodded, "...with getting Stanley to come out of his shell.  The
reason he's nervous around you is because I think he likes you, but he's
too shy to say anything.  I was like that, too."

   "So was I," Brenda chimed in, "So we know what to do in order to solve
this.  Come with us."

   The trio walked towards the frat house, but when they got to the front
walk, Lydia balked.

   "Oh no; I couldn't."

   "Honey, it's okay; nobody can see you.  When we touch you, you're
invisible too."

   "Really?" She turned to Brenda and tried to focus her eyes again, but
couldn't, "Is that why I can't see clearly?"

   "Yes," Tom answered, "your eyesight gets out of focus and makes
everything a little blurry."

   "I think it's time to give you a confidence booster; let's go inside."
Brenda ushered her charge through the door once someone stepped outside,
Tom right behind the gals.  Brenda assured her that he was still with them,
knowing Lydia couldn't see him anymore since he wasn't touching her.  She
stared agape at the boys who simply walked passed the three unseen people,
and even waved at a couple of them, the guys not giving her a second
glance...  or a first, for that matter.

   "They really can't see me?"

   "Shh," Brenda hushed, "No, they really can't as long as we touch you. 
But they can still hear you, so you have to be quiet."

   Lydia lowered her voice to a quiet hush, "Oh, okay.  Now what?"

   Tom smiled at her, hearing some confidence in her voice, and whispered,
"Which room is Stanley in?"

   "I don't know.  He said he was close to the front door."

   "What does he look like?"

   Lydia described the young man in question, and Tom set off to explore
the doors on the first floor of the building, making the doorknobs vanish
and peeking inside the rooms.  It didn't take him long, for the third door
he tried proved to be the correct one.

   As Tom searched, Brenda whispered, "Okay, ready for the next step?  Take
your clothes off." Lydia face widened, but Brenda assured her, "It'll be
okay; you're invisible, remember?"

   Nervous and quaking all over, Lydia carefully peeled off her jersey and
shorts, then her bra and panties, and started blushing from head to toe as
she handed her garments over to Brenda.  The nervousness welled up stronger
and she tried to cover her nude body as two more frat guys walked down the
hallway...  and straight passed her without even glancing in her direction.
She smiled at Brenda passed the redness burning her cheeks.

   Tom walked up to the naked gals and said, "I've found him...  I think.
You'll have to check to make sure."

   Lydia realized Tom was talking to her and knew he could see her.  Tom
sensed her awkwardness at being nude in front of a guy, probably one of the
few times in her adult life, and put her mind at ease.

   "Don't be embarrassed, Lydia; you are a lovely young lady." He took in
her slim form with appreciation.  Her light soft skin, almost like a
porcelain doll; her small, pert breasts topped with puffy nipples; her
smooth labia with a tuft of brown hair topping it.  He flashed his winning,
charming smile, making the blush on her face return.

   The trio stalked down the hall to the door Tom checked and Lydia peeked
through the hole in it, once Tom made the knob disappear.

   Sitting on the bed packing things into a suitcase, the young man dressed
in a T-shirt and baggy pants was built slender with a mop of light brown
hair on his head.  He had an average, boyish face with a pimple here and
there and wire rimmed glasses perched on his small nose.

   Lydia nodded with a big smile on her face; that was Stanley all right.

   Stanley walked over to the door when someone knocked and opened it
for... but there was no one there.  Shrugging, thinking the guys were up to
their usual obnoxious antics again, he went back to his packing.  But when
he grabbed another handful of clothes, he noticed the door still open.

   Thinking he didn't shut it all the way, he closed it and returned to his
suitcase...  and damn near fell on the floor when he saw a naked girl
sitting on his bed with her clothes next to her.

   "Uh...  hi, Stanley," she said, setting demurely with her hands in her
lap.

   The shocked kid had to blink twice to make sure he was seeing what he
saw, "Lydia?  How did you get in here and...  uh...  why aren't you wearing
your clothes?  Did those assholes do something to you?" he pointed beyond
his door to the inner of the house.

   "No, they didn't.  Some friends...  helped me get in here to see you."

   Just then, Stanley's door popped open and in walked one of his bigger
frat brothers, drunk and with an arrogant sneer on his face.

   "Hey Super Nerd, have you seen..." The punk dropped off when he saw who
was on the bed, and smirked, "Well, you finally managed to talk to her, I
see.  I didn't think you had the balls to get her in here for this,
though."

   "What do you want, Mike?" Stanley asked, hotly.

   "I still don't know what you see in that little geek.  She ain't pretty
and she doesn't have much of a body."

   Stanley advanced on the loudmouth, "I told you to stop talking about her
that way!  Leave her alone and get out of here, you jerk!"

   The drunken brother, easily a half person bigger than Stanley, scowled
at him and slurred, "Classes are over, Geek Boy; we don't need you
anymore," he balled up his fist, and, "That means I can whip your scrawny
little ass now..."

   That was as far as he got when he was grabbed and pushed against the
wall.  Stanley wasn't sure what to do, first seeing Mike get slammed by...
nothing, then seeing him vanish from sight, but Lydia grabbed his arm and
told him it would be all right.

   Mike's eyes bulged when a big guy materialized in front of him with his
fist balling up the front of his shirt.

   "Didn't your mother tell you not to enter a room without knocking
first?" the man growled, "You need a lesson in manners, boy!"

   Mike shouted out for help, trying to loosen the grip the guy had on him.
But Tom held him fast against the wall as Brenda got behind Stanley and
whispered instructions into his ear, telling him to trust them and giving
him a turn at boosting his own confidence.

   Tom heard footsteps running down the hall in response to Mike's calls
for help and readied the punk for his trip out of the room.  Just as the
pounding steps closed in, the other frat boys skidded to a halt when they
saw Mike fly through the door and slam into the opposite wall.  They all
stepped up to their fraternity brother, slumped on the floor and somewhat
out of it, then turned to look in the room he just came out of.

   There, standing in the middle of the room, fists clenched, anger on his
face, and with Lydia hiding her naked body behind him, was Stanley.

   "She has asked you repeatedly to leave her alone," he grumbled,
addressing the one on the floor, "I'm telling you to leave her alone!  Pick
on her again, and next time you won't be slammed into the wall; you'll be
slammed dunked through the wall!" He gave the others an angry glare, "And
that goes for the rest of you idiots: leave...  her...  alone!" Stanley's
frat brothers looked at him, and then their bigger brother on the floor
dazed and mumbling incoherently, then back at Stanley...  and slowly backed
away from the room, some with their hands up in supplication, a few others
picking Mike up off the carpet and dragging him back his own room.

   Stanley felt something rush through him; something he'd never felt
before, and he liked it.  He felt confident, strong, sure of himself for
the first time in his life, and all thanks to...  whoever it was who helped
him.  He started to search the room for his benefactors, but suddenly found
himself with both arms full of Lydia, who rushed up to him, wrapped herself
around his body, and passionately kissed him.  Taken by surprise but liking
the attention a naked girl was giving him, he returned the kiss.

   "You were wonderful," she said, beaming a bright smile at him.

   Stanley fidgeted a little, "Well, it wasn't all me; your friends
helped."

   "But you telling them off was all you, I could tell."

   Stanley smiled through his own blushing cheeks, "I didn't know what to
do, until now.  I've wanted to tell them off for awhile now; I didn't like
it when they were being jerks to...  someone...  someone I like a lot."

   Lydia's eyes sparkled with moister, "Really?  You mean it?"

   Stanley nodded, and kissed her again, but got a little serious with her,
"Oh...  and not just because you're...  well, here like this," he couldn't
stop giving her naked body admiring glances, "I mean...  how did you get in
here?  How do your friends do that?  That's not possible...  I mean, it
might be possible, given the right conditions and using..."

   Lydia pressed her fingers to his lips and said, "You know, for a brainy
guy...  you think too much," and pulled his shirt over his head baring his
thin boyish chest, much to his delight.  She placed his hand on her little
butt, and he gently squeezed it making her giggle.  "Finish getting
undressed and I'll be right back."

   She walked right out the door, oblivious to the fact that anyone could
see her naked in the hall (or confidently not caring), and looked around.
She jumped when Tom and Brenda touched her shoulders and appeared before
her, smiling.

   Lydia stood on her toes and kissed Tom's cheek, then hugged Brenda
whispering, "Thank you."

   "You're welcome, Lydia; good luck to both of you."

   Lydia grinned, a tear rolling her face, and trotted back to Stanley's
room, hearing Tom say, "Have fun." She giggled with glee and darted quickly
into the room and into the awaiting arms of Stanley.

   Back outside, Brenda had a tear of her own leaking out of one eye and
said, "That was a very sweet thing you did for them."

   Tom nodded, stealing one last glance at the house, "Nobody will bother
them again."

   Brenda kissed his cheek, "I love you."

   Tom returned the kiss and wrapped an arm around her waist as they made
their way across the still quiet quad and back to the car.

   * * *

   Once at Tom's house, they both stretched and decided to call it a night.
But before he headed for the bedroom, Tom noticed the light on his
answering machine blinking for his attention.

   The first two calls were advertisements, and he quickly skipped over
them, but the third make Brenda double back into the living room and made
Tom's eyes flare with worry.

   *beep* "Pierce?  This is Trent.  Call me tomorrow morning at this
number," the detective rattled off a string of digits, then continued.

   "We need to talk." *beep*

   Ghost of a Chance Ch.  09

   Detective Trent paced the length of the tar papered roof for the
twentieth time, still waiting for his contacts to appear.  The night air
was cooler than usual for this time of year, but still comfortable.

   After spending most of yesterday mulling it over, he decided that it
might be beneficial for a pair of heroes to assist him in certain
circumstances, and the duo having the ability to become unseen at will
didn't hurt matters any.  They would be able to slip in quietly amongst the
criminals and riff-raff, thwart any attempt at illegal activities, and no
one would suspect a thing.  So when Tom called him this morning, Trent set
up a rendezvous late in the evening to meet with the daring pair and lay
out a plan of action.

   And here he was: standing on the rooftop of an office building close to
the police station, waiting.

   Trent had just turned around to start another volley of pacing steps
when he heard some sounds at the other side of the roof.  The first were a
pair of what sounded like air guns going off with a quick release of
hissing gas.  The second was two metallic clanks, followed by more hisses.

   He instinctively moved his hand to his gun tucked under his arm, unsure
of what was coming but had a fairly good idea.  He then turned sharply to
the sound of quiet footsteps behind him and started to draw his weapon.

   "That won't be necessary, Detective."

   Trent's eyes darted everywhere, scanning the roof for the source of the
growling, creepy voice but saw nothing.  Edging towards the middle with his
hand still clasped around the grip of his pistol, he called out quietly to
the voice.

   "Pierce?"

   "I'm here."

   Again, his eyes peered across the expanse of tar paper, still seeing
nothing.

   "And your partner?"

   "I'm here, too."

   The second voice, just as menacing, came from the other side of the
roof; Trent was in the middle.

   "I'm not quite convinced that I won't need this," he said, readying his
arm to yank his gun out of the holster, "How do I know you won't try
something?"

   "You don't." The deeper voice was closer to him now.

   "Even if you wanted to, what do you expect to hit?" The other voice
closed in on him as well.

   "All right," said Trent, releasing his weapon and snapping the safety
loop over the hammer, "I'm willing to go on a little trust if you are."

   Suddenly, he felt something pressed against his arm and an ugly face
appeared beside him; a corpse that looked like it was just unearthed.

   "Jesus," he whispered.

   Trent felt another something touching him and was treated to a view of a
skull, its eyes glinting red.

   "No wonder these lowlifes are scared out of their minds," he remarked,
scrutinizing their outfits and taking particular notice of their weapons'
belts, nodding to them, "You probably don't even need to use any of that
stuff half the time, I'll bet."

   "You asked us to meet you here," Ghost grumbled.

   "Not much for small talk, are you?" Looking him over, he added, "You
look a little taller than I remember; lifts in your shoes?"

   "What do you want, Trent?" this from Ghoul, in a voice just as gravelly
but higher in pitch.

   "Not much on patience, either."

   "We're busy."

   Trent idly glanced at their hands, one on each side of him pressing
against his shoulders, "Just feel like getting close so you can get to know
me better?"

   "So you'll be able to see us; 'trust', remember?" said Ghost, he and
Ghoul keeping the slit open sides of their gloves against Trent, their bare
skin coming into contact with him and enveloping him in their power fields.

   Trent blinked a few times and asked, "I can see both of you, but
everything else is a little fuzzy; how do you do that?"

   Neither of them said a word.

   "What happened to that 'trust'?"

   "That depends on you," Ghost edged closer.

   "All right," he sighed, "have it your way...  for now.  The reason I
called you here is because I have a proposition for you two."

   "We're listening," Ghoul rumbled.

   "Despite what some people think, either on the streets or at the
precinct, you two actually are helping to clean up this city.  Crime is
down almost seven percent in the last few weeks, and folks are starting to
feel a little better about walking the streets without fear of being
accosted by scumbags.  You've definitely made an impression; almost every
punk in the city is scared shitless.  Not knowing where you're going to
show up next is a nice deterrent."

   "That's the idea," droned Ghost.

   The detective grimaced a little and said, "You know, it's hard talking
to you two dressed up like that."

   "Get to the point, Trent," Ghoul growled.

   "Okay, okay...  look, you could help us out a great deal, doing this
'thing' you do."

   "We already are."

   Trent turned to Ghost, "But with my help, we could take it a step
further."

   "How?"

   He turned back to Ghoul, "We've got stakeouts and raids set up to close
in on some major dealers that could lead to busting one of the biggest
smuggling rings in the past few years.  We're talking multi-millions in
money and merchandise, here."

   "And you want us to take 'em out?"

   Trent smirked at Ghost, "You can get in, do your thing, and no one will
have a clue.  Just don't do anything too drastic; the clowns you'd be going
up against are tough, but they're just the small fry.  It's the big fish we
want, and they can lead us right to him."

   "And that's it?"

   "Each stakeout is set up differently so the details will change from
bust to bust, but yeah; basically, that's it.  The first one is tomorrow
night; I'll call you around eight and give you the particulars."

   "And if we say 'no'?"

   Trent turned his smirk towards Ghoul, a dour glint in his eye, "Do you
really want to turn down a chance to take out a major crime ring?  We're
not talking about fencing jewelry or fancy computer gadgets and
electronics; I'm talking about drugs, heavy duty stuff too.  Isn't that
part of what you're trying to eliminate: drug dealing?  If you help us bust
these assholes, the crime rate won't slip a percent or two...  it'll drop
like a ton of fucking rocks.  Everybody will benefit from it; you, me... 
everyone in the city.  You two go in and do your thing, we mop up and make
the bust; everybody wins.  Even the dirtbags; they get an all expense, paid
vacation to one of many in the Gray Bar Resort chain.  So...  what do you
say?"

   Whether the detective was being sincere or just stroking Tom and
Brenda's egos and sense of justice, the heroes weren't sure.  Tom was
intrigued by the idea of taking down some major players in the crime world,
but the thought of taking the next step made him balk a little.  So far,
all Ghost and Ghoul were doing was chopping away at the criminal element a
little at a time; a street dealer here, a mugger there.  The only time they
dared to take on any bigger fish was when they broke up a gemstone fencing
deal in a warehouse, one of the participants getting irate and kidnapping
Ghoul and winding up in the hospital for his efforts.

   Tom was fairly certain that he and Brenda could get the jobs done with
only a few worries.  He was almost convinced that he could trust the
detective to work with them; he was a cop, after all.

   What bothered him was someone else calling the shots, and what would
happen afterwards if something went wrong.  What if Trent's information was
incorrect?  What if the plan changed course suddenly and they had no way of
notifying one another?

   What if this whole thing is...

   Tom tried to put that last thought out of his mind.  He wanted to
believe Trent's sincerity; that he wanted the same thing the heroes wanted
and were on the same side, more or less.  But he just couldn't get that
nagging feeling out of the back of his head, the doubt.

   Trent shook his head when the pair of heroes disappeared from his sight,
getting his eyes to focus again on the surroundings, and heard, "Eight
o'clock, tomorrow night; we'll give you an answer."

   "And if you say 'no', then what?" the detective called out.

   He didn't get a reply.

   Trent peered across the roof, scanning the area, but saw nothing. 
Cautiously heading for the roof access, he left the pair to the night.

   "So...  what do you think?"

   Tom turned to Brenda after the door closed behind the detective and
answered, "I honestly don't know.  I want to believe him..."

   "But?"

   "But...  the only ones we've trusted with this are us, so far.  If we
bring him into the fold, we're going to have to be careful.  We've been
pressing our luck with the few people we've helped that have actually seen
us without our masks.  They may have made the connection, they may not
have."

   "And the ones' we've scared?  Like the punks who tried to rob the
supermarket and the knuckleheads at the college?"

   Ghost readied his grappler and moved towards the edge of the roof, "The
ones at the frat house were drunk; I doubt they could've remembered their
own names let alone what we look like.  And the other two are idiots; all
they saw was an opportunity to steal and got the shit scared out of them
for their trouble."

   "And with or without our disguises, nobody believes a word they say
anyway, right?" Ghoul joined her partner at the roof's edge, grappler in
hand.

   "Right, but I still don't know about Trent.  Why is he willing to go
along with all of this?"

   "He wants the same thing we do: to clean up the city.  The crime rate is
down because of us."

   Ghost shook his head, "The crime rate will go down eventually because of
what we're doing.  Why is he in an all fired hurry to step things up to
take out major players?  What's the rush?"

   Ghoul turned off her voice box and placed a hand on her teammate's arm,
"Tom, this is our chance to prove to everyone that somebody really is on
their side, especially the cops.  If taking down a big time drug operation
will do that, I say we should work with Trent and give it a shot."

   "I'm still going to keep an eye on him," grumbled Tom as he fired his
grappler at a metal over hang on the opposite building.  The magnetic head
clanked against it and he jumped off the roof, swinging towards the other
building's wall and planted both feet against it.  Brenda was beside him a
moment later, ready to lower herself down to the street with him.

   "I know you will," she answered him as the grappling lines slowly played
themselves out, letting the pair rappel down the building's side, "So will
I."

   ***

   "Mmmm, I love nice warm mornings," said Brenda stretching hers arms out
to embrace the early sunshine.

   "A nice day to be out and about," agreed Tom, strolling beside her, "and
being naked makes it all the more fun."

   After parking the car in a far off spot, Tom and Brenda put on their
rings and vanished from sight, then slipped out of their clothes.  Leaving
their garments in the car, they walked across the expanse of the parking
lot to the rear entrance of the shopping mall.

   "We can have lots of fun in here."

   Brenda smiled back at Tom, anticipating some of things they had in store
for their day of fun before going to 'work'.  Brenda seems to be okay with
it, but Tom still wasn't sure if they should take up Trent's offer, so they
decided to put it on the back burner for now and think it over.

   Just as they crossed the car lane in front of the doors, a young kid
came sauntering up the sidewalk.  Dressed in dark and ragged 'punk'
clothing, his gait along with his face had 'arrogance' written all over it.
Just ahead of him, an elderly lady was waiting at the bus stop with a small
pull cart in hand.

   Tom's face dropped into a scowl when the punk purposely bumped into the
lady's cart, knocking it over and spilling some of its contents onto the
walkway.

   "Why don't you watch where I'm going, Grandma," he said with a sneer,
leaving the lady looking annoyed and scared.  The punk simply huffed and
proceeded towards the doors, seeing one of them already open.  Picking up
his 'full of it' stride, he marched up to the open door...  and suddenly
found himself on the sidewalk, flat on his butt and holding his now aching
forehead.

   Tom simply let go of the handle, and the door shimmered into view.  He
saw Brenda giving him that 'look'.

   "Aw, c'mon," he whispered as the chastised youth picked himself up off
the walk and quickly entered the mall, the snickers of the pull cart lady
following him, "that was funny.  Besides, the kid deserved it."

   "You promised we weren't going to be doing that stuff today," Brenda
huffed at him, pouting.

   "I know, I know; this is our 'fun' time," Tom apologized as the pair
slipped into the mall, "I'm sorry, but that kid had it coming."

   "That may be, but I want to have fun before we go out tonight on our
'mission'."

   "And I told you I haven't decided, yet."

   Brenda stopped almost in front of the inside doors to face him, Tom
already knowing what she was going to say.

   "Brenda, listen to me.  I know you think this is a good idea, and you're
probably right.  But I'm still not convinced about the whole set up."

   "What has got you so thrown by this?" asked Brenda, folding her arms
under her naked boobs, "Taking out some major criminals is the next logical
step, and Trent is willing to help us."

   "This isn't something we can just dive right into, Brenda."

   "We've been at this for over a month now."

   "Taking out the small fry, yes," Tom rubbed his forehead, "and we are
getting pretty good at it.  But going up against big time bad guys?  We've
only done that once, and you know what happened.  I don't want it happening
again."

   "What don't you trust about this?"

   "If you really want to know, it's Trent I don't trust."

   Brenda crinkled her brow, "Why not?"

   Tom rubbed at his head again, "That's the problem I've having; I don't
know why.  Ever since we talked to him, I've had this bad feeling that..."
He shook his head, "I don't know; I can't put my finger on it, but
something about all of this doesn't sound right.  And I'm frustrated
because I don't know what it is."

   Brenda unfolded her arms and wrapped them around Tom's waist, pressing
her nude body against his, "Look, we came here to have fun.  So let's have
fun and forget about Trent for awhile.  We'll decide later."

   Tom kissed her, his hands rubbing her soft curves and feeling her small
patch of pussy fur rub against his growing cock, "Okay; let's have fun."

   Hand in hand, the unseen nudes walked into the mall and out into the
main aisle.  Dozens of early morning shoppers strolled passed the many
shops and department stores lining the walkways, window shopping and
scrutinizing the stores' wares, talking with their companions, or just
simply walking to pass the time.  Some, mostly younger adults, were
wandering in and out of the various shops while others were sitting in
lounge chairs with bags of merchandise beside them chatting about this or
that.  And all the while, none of them even suspected that there were two
naked people among them.

   Tom guided Brenda into a large store with an escalator and winked.  She
got that 'naughty' grin on her face and followed him to the bottom step
area.  Waiting for the right moment, they hopped on the moving steps right
behind a woman wearing a skirt.  Right behind them was a couple of young
college guys talking about their plans for the summer.

   Brenda dropped her jaw into an open mouthed smile as Tom gently touched
the hem of the young lady's skirt.  It vanished from sight and gave the
astonished young men behind her a beautiful view of her smooth rounded ass,
the thin string of her thong disappearing between her cheeks.

   Tom let go of her dress as she reached the top of the escalator, making
the smiles on the faces of the guys disappear as quickly as her skirt did
and leaving them confused.  The unseen pair of nudes stepped off to the
side and quietly giggled.

   They both rode the opposite side of the stairs behind a woman with a
very large set of boobs, her nipples budding out showing that she wasn't
wearing a bra.  With nobody behind them, Brenda lightly touched a loose
fold of the lady's shirt, and everyone on the main floor in view of the
escalator was treated to the sight of a woman riding down the steps,
topless.  Her big round tits swayed slightly as she adjusted the bags in
her hands, her equally huge nipples poking out and swaying with them.  She
sweetly smiled back at the men with grins on their faces, unaware that she
was giving them a free peep show, while she chuckled inwardly at the ladies
who were aghast and chiding their husbands and boyfriends.

   The woman's blouse reappeared when she reached the bottom floor, men
blinking their eyes in confusion but still grinning.  Tom and Brenda
hurried off to the side of the store and snickered when they found a quiet
spot.

   "We really shouldn't do things like that," she hissed through giggles,
"It's mean."

   "No, it's not that mean," whispered Tom, "It's harmless fun, and nobody
seems to be complaining."

   Brenda looked down at his crotch, "I see you were enjoying it."

   Tom looked down at his cock, now hard and drooling precum, and shrugged.
Brenda wrapped her fingers around the shaft and gently pumped it up and
down, smearing the precum over the bloated head.

   With a wicked grin, she lowered her head down to his cock and twirled
her tongue around his swollen gland, making him quietly moan.  She parted
her lips and lovingly suckled his dickhead, wiggling the point of her
tongue into the pisshole.  After a moment or two, she released his cock
with a tender, suckling kiss.

   "More to come later," she cooed, "let's have more fun."

   The nude duo strolled out of the store and out to the main walkway,
searching for more areas of 'entertainment'.  While walking passed the
shops that lined the aisle, Brenda stopped neared the entrance to a ladies'
clothing store when she heard something at the shop's register counter.

   "There's no way it could cost that fucking much!"

   "No, ma'am; it doesn't.  There's a problem with the register.  Don't
worry; I'll fix it."

   The tirade was coming from a young woman wearing a summer dress and a
cocky look on her face, and 'spoiled little brat' immediately popped into
Brenda's mind when she heard, "All the money I spend in this mall, you'd
think they'd hire semi-competent people at least.  My father doesn't put up
with this kind of thing in any of his stores.  You're lucky he doesn't own
this one."

   Another employee went behind the counter to get the story from the
cashier, and then started to type in commands on the register's keyboard.

   "Sorry, ma'am," she replied, "The computer suffered a power surge for a
second.  The glitch made the register ring up the item twice, but the
problem is fixed now."

   The bratty girl just tossed her money at the cashier with a huff, "Maybe
you should train your help better."

   "Ma'am, it wasn't her fault.  The computer..."

   "Your manager should be made aware of the incompetence of his
employees."

   The woman behind the counter pointed to her nametag, showing the girl
that she was the manager of the store, "'She' is already aware...  and
there was no incompetence involved," and placed the receipt in the bag,
"Have a nice day, ma'am."

   The irate girl threw a mean look at the register girl and snatched the
bag off the counter, strutting out of the store with a full load of
arrogance squarely on her shoulders.

   Brenda stared daggers into her and whispered, "That stuck up, snobby
little bitch.  I think Miss Prissy needs a lesson in humility."

   Before Tom could even say a word, Brenda was already on the move.  He
got an 'uh oh' look on his face when she walked up behind Miss Prissy and
carefully touched a fold along her dress. Tom started having fits of
suppressed laughter as he, as well as half of the patrons of the mall, was
treated to a view of the snooty girl waltzing down the aisle in her
underwear.  The really funny part was that her shapely bust line wasn't
hers.  It was painfully obvious that her bra was stuffed with tissue paper
and raised eyebrows, smirks, and snickers followed her all the way down the
main walkway.

   The woman gave the bemused onlookers an annoyed, quizzical glare not
certain what they were smiling at, but when she passed the darkened windows
of a bath and bedroom boutique the reason became clear.  Her face dropped
in surprise, as well as the bag she was carrying, when she saw her
reflection.  The scream of embarrassment echoed throughout the mall as she
tried to cover her almost naked body, only to find that she wasn't as
undressed as she appeared.

   The onlookers, still smiling and chuckling, got slightly confused when
her dress reappeared, the woman slightly more so when she checked her
reflection again and saw herself clothed.  Some wanted to ask her how she
pulled off that trick, but she didn't give anyone the chance.  In a hurried
huff, she grabbed her bag and rushed to the nearest exit, blushing all the
way out of the shopping center as the sound of applause and laughter
followed her out.

   Brenda, snickering along with the rest of the crowd, walked up to Tom
who had a scolding smirk on his face waiting for her.

   "What was that about 'not doing that stuff' and our 'fun time'?"

   Brenda just smirked back and retorted, "I'm using your excuse: 'she had
it coming and she deserved it'."

   The pair of invisible nudes just quietly laughed and continued down the
main walkway of the mall.  But when they reached a T-section of the walk,
Tom's eyebrow lifted in curiosity.

   "Wonder what's going on over there."

   Brenda followed his gaze towards the small crowd of people, mostly folks
in their middle aged years, gathered in front of a shop.  Standing on a
small platform was a woman, dressed very conservatively and speaking into a
microphone, addressing the onlookers.  The gentleman next to her was dress
much the same wearing a sour look on his face.  Her words became clearer
when Tom and Brenda got close enough to the gatherers.

   "How can our civic leaders and influential business people allow this
sort of thing to go on?" the woman barked out, waving her hand behind her,
"This store, and dozens like it, are the reason this community is suffering
from a lack of moral and righteous discipline!"

   The unseen nudes looked pass the crowd and speaker to see what the fuss
was about, and saw that the shop in question was a ladies' apparel store.
The windows and racks that could be seen were filled with lingerie and
undergarments, some modest and what most women would consider as 'normal',
others were frilly, dainty, and some would say 'risquÃ(C)'.  Tom and Brenda
had a feeling the irate women with the mike was referring to the small,
lacy, colorful brassieres and corsets along with the tiny, flimsy G-string
panties that went with them.  Leather items could be seen hanging on the
back walls as well; everything from provocative outfits and boots to whips,
paddles, masks, and other fetish paraphernalia that users would consider
'toys'.

   Patrons of the store simply ignored the snide remarks and contemptible
sneers of the speaker and her group for the most part, but a few just threw
their remarks and looks right back at them with some retorts of their own.

   "You see?" the speaking woman gestured as an annoyed couple walked out
of the shop with a bag full of merchandise, "This is the kind of decadent,
deviant people we have roaming the streets and shopping centers of our fair
city!  Do we want these sinful adulterers setting a bad example for our
children and destroying our moral and decent way of life?"

   Tom and Brenda simply rolled their eyes as the crowd fired back with
applause and shouts of approval at the obvious preaching being thrown at
them.

   Just then, the owner of the store came out in a huff and told the couple
on the platform to leave, saying they were harassing his customers.  He
turned to the crowd and told them the same, threatening to have them
removed by security.  The prudish woman scoffed at him, telling him that
the Almighty gave them the right to drive out the evils among them and even
started quoting scripture at him.  The owner, fed up with all the negative
attention they were giving his store, went back inside to call the mall's
security officers.

   Brenda simply looked at Tom...  and flashed that mischievous grin of
hers.

   Uh oh, he thought.

   Before he could say anything, Brenda was off and running again.  She
made her way behind the platform as the snooty couple berated another young
couple coming out of the shop.  The young lady snapped back at them with
colorful wording, telling them to basically mind their own business.

   "There you have it, good people," the lady sneered, "this is the kind of
disrespectful behavior stores like this one are promoting!  We, as the
moral upholding citizens of the city, must put a stop to this!  We can't,
in good conscience, let our elected officials allow these dens of..."

   The lady just droned on, not realizing that she was putting on a show
for her audience.  Some in the crowd gasped in shock while others suddenly
got bemused grins on their faces, and all of them had their eyes
threatening to pop out of their heads.

   Still rambling, the preachy woman didn't know that her underwear was
being displayed for all to see.  But the kind of undergarments she wore was
what really left the group bewildered.

   Underneath her bland and somewhat stiff clothing, she sported a shiny
black, latex corset with pink frills lining the hem and holes cut out of
the cups to reveal her nipples...  which were pierced with silvery clasps
hooked together with a thin chain!  Her extremely small panties and garter
belt matched the corset, frills and all, and the onlookers along side the
platform snickered at the fine haired horse tail dangling from the back of
the belt.

   Tom covered his mouth, desperately trying not to laugh out loud at the
shocked faces of the crowd, and saw Brenda manipulating her hands and
fingers against the woman's clothes and reaching for the man next to her.
But he couldn't help himself and completely lost it when the woman's
companion joined her in revealing his wares, Brenda's face turning red and
her lips clamped shut holding in the laughter that threatened to burst from
her mouth.

   Shouts of surprise echoed through the mall and a few of the ladies in
the group actually fainted when the stuffy, 'no nonsense' man's clothes
faded...  revealing the same outfit his lady partner was wearing, right
down to the panties and with the exception of the nipple rings and horse
tail.

   Tom couldn't help laughing, almost losing his breath, and wiped tears
from his face when the couple finally glanced at one another and cried out
in fright.  The woman was utterly speechless as she and her male friend
tried to cover themselves, while chortles, hisses, and some very nasty and
negative remarks were flung at them from the crowd.  As shouts of
"Hypocrites!" and "Deviants!" erupted from the floor, the thoroughly
chastised couple found themselves dressed once again, much to the confusion
of their followers.

   Tom saw Brenda hurrying out from behind the platform, waving at him to
follow her, and both quickly made for the nearest exit.  Once outside, the
naked invisible pair exploded in fits of uncontrolled laughter.

   "Oh, my God," said Brenda between guffaws, "that was hilarious!  I
almost peed myself when the guy's clothes vanished!"

   Tom, finally catching his breath, replied, "I was laughing so hard, I
was crying!  Thank goodness some of the others were laughing; otherwise I
would have given myself away!"

   Brenda leaned over and hung onto Tom, her upper body convulsing and her
head shaking back and forth into his shoulder; she couldn't stop laughing.
Tom simply held her, racked with quaking fits himself and tears still
rolling down his cheeks.

   Finally, after about ten minutes, the nude couple gathered themselves
and started back to the car.  Still snickering, Tom looked back to see the
preaching couple being escorted out the door by security, the irate and
damning crowd following them and still berating them for their so-called
'moral views'.  Brenda looked back as well and fits of giggles bubbled up
from her once again.

   As they neared their vehicle, Brenda's eyes kept darting down at Tom's
crotch and she grinned while she watched his semi-hard cock and balls swing
and bounce up and down.  Her pussy starting to get wet and tingly, she
reached down and fondled his package.

   "You're making me horny wiggling your dick at me like that."

   "Me?" Tom retorted, putting on a mocked look of shock, "You're purposely
strutting so your tits and ass will jiggle." Snickering, he reached behind
her and grabbed at her round butt and wiggled a finger between her cheeks.

   When they arrived at the car, Brenda turned to Tom and squatted down. 
Still stroking his now bloated cock, she licked and sucked at his scrotum.
Tom groaned at the sensation of her loving wet tongue and her soft hands as
both caressed his groin.  After a few minutes, she rose up giving his
dickhead a quick, sloppy suck and then grinned at him again.

   Tom immediately hunkered down, turning Brenda around and spreading her
legs.  She gasped as he buried his face in her crotch, licking at her moist
pussy and kneading her luscious ass.  She let out a tiny "Ooh!" when he
spread her cheeks apart and started rimming her, his playful tongue licking
all around her anus before wriggling it inside her tight hole.  Her hand
darted between her legs and started frigging at her clit, making her thighs
quiver, while the other grabbed and tugged at one of her stiff nipples.

   Tom stopped his ass playing and slowly stood up, his tongue giving her
one last loving lick from her asshole all the way up to her nape.  Brenda
purred when he nibbled her neck and backed into him, feeling his hard prick
make her ass crack slippery with precum.

   "I want you right now," she said, hungrily, "Unlock the car, quick."

   Tom complied, grabbing the key box from under the rear bumper and
unlocking the back door.  But just as he made a grab for their clothes,
Brenda quickly shoved him inside and closed the door.

   "Brenda, we need to get dressed first," he said, lying on the back seat.

   "No we don't," she replied, grinning at him and climbing on top of his
naked body.  She pressed her wet vagina against his cock and started
humping.

   "We're going to make the back seat disappear."

   Brenda simply gave him a cocked eyebrow look that said, 'So?'

   "Somebody's going to see the car bounce up and down with nobody in it."

   She laid herself on his chest, smashing her boobs into him and wriggling
the tip of his dick into her pussy, and looked him in the eye and said,
"Shut up and fuck me."

   With that, Brenda eased her hips down onto his and slipped his cock into
her awaiting cunt, gasping and grunting as it entered her inch by inch. 
When the last of his dick was inside her, she sighed with a smile and
started humping him.  Giving up, Tom just went along for the ride and
wrapped his arms around her, caressing her soft, curvy body and kissing her
with lustful hunger.

   Brenda writhed on his body, slipping his big cock in and out of her hot,
wet box and squeezing it with the muscles of her inner folds.  Tom watched
her rounded ass rise and fall with each thrust, moaning and grunting with
the pleasure his shaft was receiving.

   The back of the car wasn't very big, but it was roomy enough for Brenda
to push herself up and start bouncing on Tom's cock without hitting her
head on the roof.  She could feel it throb and pulse, ready to blow its
load inside her, and she quickened her pace.  She started to giggle at the
tickling feeling in her pussy when her eyes widened a bit.

   Outside, a few people threw glances in their direction; some peering in
curiosity, others in bewilderment.  It dawned on her that what Tom
predicted came true: they were watching the car bounce up and down with no
one in it.  She wondered what it would be like if they saw the two of them
naked and fucking in the backseat, and that made her even more horny and
excited.

   Tom tried to hump back with her as best he could, given the somewhat
limited room of the back, and smiled when Brenda started giggling and
quaking.  He knew she was close.

   "Come on my big cock, sweetie," he said, reaching for her breasts and
fondling her taut nipples, "I love watching you come."

   Wriggling her body and humping as quickly as she could, Brenda quivered
at his nipple playing giggling and panting as her orgasm reached its peak.

   "Yes...  yes...  yes..." she hissed, "Oh, God...  oh, God; I'm
cumming... I'm...  I'M..." she clenched her eyes shut, her whole body
lurching, and screamed, "CUMMIIIIIIIIIIIIING!"

   Brenda thrashed her head back and forth as her orgasm shot through her
loins, laughing with giddiness as it tickled her.  Right on cue, her pussy
started squirting its juices all over Tom's cock, bathing it in liquid love
and sending his own orgasm over the edge.  With a loud groan, his body
tightened up as sperm raced up his twitching dick and flooded her womb with
explosive splatters.

   The pair rode out their orgasms until both were thoroughly satisfied,
then Brenda laid herself down on Tom again heaving in time with his heavy
breathing.  He cuddled her close to him, rubbing her smooth and curvaceous
body, his cock still twitching inside of her velvet pussy.

   "Oh, damn," she panted, "I love fucking you like this." She gave a
glance out the window and started a little when she saw some guy peering
inside the car, curious as to why it was shaking and idly wondering why it
didn't have a backseat.  It made her smile.

   "What are you grinning at now?"

   Brenda pointed, "We have an audience...  well, sort of."

   Tom cranked his head around to see the guy in the window give the back a
final look, then shrug and walk away.  Others did the same as they
concluded that the show was over, but were left confused.

   They both got the giggles again as Tom said, "I told you that might
happen."

   Brenda just nodded, smiling, "I know; it was fun.  Next time, we should
try it without the rings."

   "That might get us arrested."

   "Yeah," she sighed, "but it would be exciting.  Being naked and fucking,
where somebody could catch us and see us," she rubbed her hips into his,
"that makes me hot."

   Tom squeezed her wriggling ass and humped back, "If we get busted, there
goes our 'extracurricular activity'."

   Brenda snickered, then lifted herself off of Tom, "Speaking of which, we
should get home.  We need to clean up before going out tonight."

   Tom sat up and reached for their clothes lying on the floor of the car,
but after dropping them in the seat he cupped her face in his palm.

   "You're sure we should give this a try?"

   Brenda touched his hand and nodded with hopeful eyes.

   Tom sighed, "Alright, let's get dressed and get back home; we need to
rest up."

   She smiled at him as they donned their clothing and, once done and after
waiting for everyone around to be looking somewhere else, they removed
their power rings and shimmered into sight.  Climbing into the front, Tom
gunned the engine and pulled out of the mall lot.

   ***

   The couple was relaxing in the living room after showering and checking
their 'hardware' for the adventure yet to come.  Everything was charged and
ready to go; all they were waiting for was the phone call.

   "You're still sure?" asked Tom.

   Brenda, reclining on the couch, nodded, "Yeah, I think we should give it
a shot."

   "And if he's lying to us?"

   She cracked her knuckles and said, "Then we'll deal with it...  our
way."

   Tom gave her a foreboding look, "Attacking a police officer is a
felony."

   "We don't have to attack him; we can just make his life...  miserable."
She flashed Tom her 'let's get into trouble' grin at him.

   "You're devious when you want to be," he said, grinning back.

   Right then, the phone rang.  Tom checked the wall clock, 8:02 PM, and
answered it.

   "Yes?"

   "Trent," was the reply at the other end.

   Tom looked at Brenda, checking one last time.  She confidently nodded,
and he returned to the caller.

   "Where and when?"

   "You're in?"

   Tom let out his breath slowly, his gaze narrowing to a razor sharp
glare; hard...  cold.
   "We're in."