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IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18, or otherwise forbidden by law to 
read electronically transmitted erotic material, please go do 
something else.

    This material is Copyright, 2000, Uther Pendragon.  All 
rights reserved.  I specifically grant the right for all 
reproduction necessary for normal Usenet propagation.  I 
specifically grant the right of downloading and keeping ONE 
electronic copy for your personal reading so long as this notice 
is included.  Reposting requires previous permission.

     Many of my other stories can be found at:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Uther_Pendragon/www.  If you have any comments 
or requests, please E-mail them to me at anon584c@nyx.net.  

    All persons here depicted are figments of my imagination; any 
resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.


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                       COPS  AND  ROBBERS
                       by Uther Pendragon


Craig ran down the alley away from the street and ducked to his 
left.  He wiggled through the gap in the Wilsons' back gate.  
Away from the bright yellow glare of the alley lights, the slow 
summer dusk was already turning to night.  Soon, his mother would 
be calling him home.

But two of the guys from the next block had shot him before 
dinner, and he wanted to get a couple of them before their 
mothers called them home.  The new tenants at ground level 
probably wouldn't raise a fuss at his being in the yard; they 
certainly wouldn't know his name if they did.  That left the old 
couple upstairs to worry about.  Mrs. Wilson would scream at him 
if she saw him in her yard.  Even worse, she would scream at him 
by name, letting everybody know where he was.

He got across the back yard unseen, though.  Now all he had to do 
was to sidle along the side of the building.  The Wilsons 
wouldn't see him from upstairs, and the kids in the street 
wouldn't be looking for him here.  He had, however, to avoid a 
faint light from one of the downstairs rooms.  He ducked down to 
crawl under the window level.  A woman's voice froze him.  "What 
are you doing down there?" she asked.

Before Craig could begin to think of an answer, a man replied, 
"You mean that you can't feel?"  The two of them, Craig realized, 
were a few feet the other side of the window above him.  He lay 
motionless.

"Come up here," the woman said.  "I need you!"  Something sounded 
like bedsprings, and then someone grunted.  

Suddenly suspicious, Craig risked rising on the far side of the 
window.  The light, which was coming from the room beyond, lit 
the window screen more than the bed against the far wall.  Still, 
with a little peering, Craig could see the woman lying on the 
bed.  

Her knee was raised and her hip was mostly concealed by folds of 
sheet.  He could see her breast, including most of its tip.  This 
exciting development, however, was less important than the 
position of the man.  He was between her legs, moving slowly back 
and forth above her.  

They were doing it!  Despite her stillness and his slow motion, 
they were both breathing heavily.  As he watched, her hips rose 
from the bed, and his drove them back down into the mattress.  
"Oh!" she said.

"Bang!" somebody said from the street.  "Got you, Craig."

He couldn't let the couple hear.  He ran to the gate, swung 
it open, and eased it shut.  In the middle of the public 
sidewalk, he turned to face Davy from the next block.

"I got you fair and square," shouted Davy.  "Craig's a cheat."

When Davy fired again, Craig writhed elaborately onto the 
sidewalk in a dramatic death scene.  As long as it happened out 
here, it didn't really matter that much.


The end
Cops and Robbers
Uther Pendragon
2000/11/10

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