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mistakes which remain are strictly my own stubborn
fault.

WARNINGS: This story depicts non-consensual sexual
activity between men and women. Some of the
participants in the story are under the age of 18. If
you are too young, as defined by your competent legal
authorities, to read about sex please do not read
this.


                    OBSESSION



He was watching _The Price Is Right,_ drinking an ice
cold PBR, Pabst Blue Ribbon, and trying to guess how
much that deluxe vacuum cleaner cost when he saw her
through his front window. His head turned and he
watched as she walked by. He'd never seen her before.
She was so beautiful: tall, slender and blonde. She
wasn't wearing much: a tight halter and pants so tight
you could practically read the label on her panties.
Jimmy was instantly in love. Then she was gone.

He leaned back in his recliner and took a pull at his
PBR nearly draining it. He looked back out the window...
nothing. She must have been walking home from Oneonta
High School, The Redskins. Jimmy never missed one of
their football games if it was played during the day.
But he had to miss the night games since he worked
nights. He had been a starting linebacker for the
Redskins and made the All-County team. It had been
Jimmy's one brush with fame. Mostly, Jimmy sat in his
front room watching NASCAR and the WWF on television
and drinking his PBRs. Not much else happened in his
life.

He glanced at his watch. `Damn,' he had to be at work
in another hour. Yep, just about time for a high
school kid to be walking home.

He turned back to the screen not seeing or hearing the
screams of the contestant who had just won a trip to
Hawaii. Jimmy didn't care about Hawaii. He had a
reason to care about Oneonta now. His mind drifted
off, his thoughts full of the girl. Before he knew it,
it was time to go to work.

Jimmy was the gate guard at the yard. He was supposed
to make sure that no unauthorized people came in
during the night. The first part of his shift was busy
as all of the trucks ending shift checked back in. But
by 7:00 everyone was gone. It was just Jimmy and the
big empty facility. That's when he started dreaming
about her. 

Jimmy imagined her coming up to his door. He let her
in and she said she liked _The Price is Right._ They
watched it sitting together on his couch. He told her
she was beautiful and then he kissed her. Soon he had
his hand inside her halter top feeling the hard
nubbins of her tits.

Jimmy squirmed on his stool. His cock was so hard in
his pants that he had to adjust it. He looked around -
there wasn't a soul in sight. Jimmy unzipped and
pulled his cock out through the opening. He slowly
started stroking it.

He was kissing her tits. Then he started to push down
her pants. `Please,' she protested. `I'm a virgin.'
Jimmy just kissed her again. She couldn't help
herself. He finished pushing her pants down and then
he was fucking her right there on his couch. She loved
it and then Jimmy was cumming in her.

He opened his eyes. "Shit," he said. He looked around
to make sure no one had heard him. The Pastor didn't
take to people swearing. Cum was all over the booth.
Jimmy shook the last dribbles from his cock, pushed it
back in and zipped up. 

Looking around carefully, he grabbed the flashlight
and made for his rounds. He was supposed to walk the
perimeter once an hour. He went straight to the
maintenance shop, grabbed a hand full of rags and went
back to the booth. He quickly cleaned up the wall and
floor of the booth. The rags went into one of the
trash trucks. No one would notice.

Jimmy was restless for the remainder of his shift.
When Eddie came in at midnight, Jimmy rushed home. He
finished off a six pack of PBRs and fell into bed. 

The next day Jimmy was waiting. He kept looking at his
watch. Will she come? Then she appeared, looking like
an Angel to Jimmy. Today, she was wearing a tight
sweater and a short tight skirt. He marveled at her
beauty. He watched her every step as she walked by,
memorizing her gait and the way her long hair bounced
with each step, the long slender legs and her ass
rolling in that tight skirt.

When she was gone, Jimmy rushed into the bathroom and
jerked off. His mind was filled with the same dream as
the night before. This time she begged him to take her
virginity after he kissed her. When he came he felt an
overpowering relief and quickly showered before
heading off to work. 

And so it went. Each day Jimmy watched her walk by.
His dreams gradually became more elaborate and more
involved. In his dream the mystery girl and he would
get married, have kids and always there would be wild
abandoned sex for which she gratefully would thank
him, for being her first lover, for making her a
woman.

Sometimes, after he was spent and the dreams faded,
Jimmy worried that he was getting too hung up on this
girl. It used to be when he started feeling this way
he'd head down to the Red Dog Bar and Grill on Highway
231 just out of town. There were always a couple of
women hanging out at the Red Dog - the kind of women
who you could buy a drink and then, for some money,
they'd let you take them out back to the parking lot.
Jimmy liked it when they'd kneel down on the floor of
his truck while he leaned against the door. There was
this one woman, Anita, a widow with three kids. Jimmy
especially liked to see her. She'd smile up at him as
she pulled his cock out. He liked it when she smiled.
Not many women smiled at Jimmy. She'd lick his cock
until it was hard and then it would disappear into her
mouth. Anita would suck him and as long as he hadn't
had too many beers, he'd fill her mouth with his cum.
She'd swallow like a champ. He always felt good after
that. Jimmy would feel like a whole man because of the
way Anita smiled at him and thanked him. 

But the Southern Baptist Church got a new Pastor,
Reverend James. Reverend James was young and he was
fired by the Grace of Jesus. He quickly found out
about the doings at the Red Dog from the women in the
congregation. The Chief of Police was a member of the
church. Reverend James preached so hard against that
`den of sin' that Chief Anderson had to have his boys
run the girls out of town. They tried sitting in their
cars just outside the city limits. But Oneonta is the
county seat of Blount and two of the County
Commissioners as well as the Marshall heard about it
in Church just like Chief Anderson. What were they
supposed to do with all of the women in the
congregation looking at them? The Marshall had his
deputies run the girls across the county line. Jimmy
no longer had any release. The tension was getting to
him.

Every day Jimmy would wait for her. He didn't even
know her name, but it didn't matter. They would be
married, have kids and she would love him. And maybe
she'd even suck him like Anita did and smile up at him
after he filled her mouth with his spendings.

One day, Jimmy was waiting for his girl. On this day
she was walking by with a boy. They were talking.
Jimmy was shocked. He didn't move as the two kids
disappeared down the street. Who was the boy? What the
hell was he doing with her? He didn't belong with her.


That night Jimmy's mind raged. He spent the hours at
work pacing around the yard, kicking rocks and debris
as he came to them and muttering, always muttering.
When he got home, he tore open the door and grabbed a
PBR. He took a swallow and paced the floor. Then he
grabbed another can and another. He went out and got
his squirrel gun from his truck. He took it apart,
cleaned it and made sure it was loaded. He convinced
himself that he was just cleaning it, to make sure it
was fine. But he kept seeing the boy in his mind's
eye. It was almost daylight when he finally flopped
into his bed. 

The next day, Jimmy crawled from bed late. He took a
shower, his head pounding from the hangover. He ate
his usual, grits and sausage covered with canned white
gravy. He tried to watch the television but his
attention was pulled back to the street. When it got
close to the time, he moved over to the window. The
rifle was leaning against the door jamb. It was just
there so he could take it back out to his truck.

He waited. She appeared, walking down the sidewalk.
Jimmy looked around. There was no one with her. He
felt a sense of relief. He laughed. When he looked
back out the window, she had already disappeared.
Jimmy was still laughing when his eyes alit on the
rifle. His laughter died. He stared at the rifle. 

The days were getting shorter and the darkness was
coming earlier. On Saturday, Jimmy decided to drive to
Mobile. Mobile had a reputation since the casinos
opened. They had strip clubs, adult stores and all
sorts of things in Mobile. Mobile was also far enough
away nobody would recognize him. Jimmy left at first
light.

He was in Mobile for lunch. He found a Chick-Fil-A on
the highway. Jimmy went through the drive-up window.
The lady at the window looked a lot like his Ma. She
was so nice, wishing him a good day. He wondered if
the lady knew why he was in Mobile. As he drove away,
he kept looking in the mirror.

He pulled in to a gas station down the street and ate
his lunch. Afterward, he went over to the pay phone
and found the address of an Adult shop that turned out
to be on the same street. He looked at the address.
`Should only be a few blocks away,' he thought.

It turned out to be about mile down the road. He saw
the sign, _Jodie's Adult Shoppe,_ about a block before
he got there. Checking all of his mirrors, he slowed
and turned into the lot. The parking lot was around
back and the door was in the back. Jimmy looked around
making sure no one was there before he got out of his
truck and went in.

As Jimmy entered, he was astounded to hear the sound
of moaning and then a scream. Looking around in panic,
he spotted the screens all around the store, each
showing the same scene - a woman getting fucked from
behind by a man. He had a big dick. Jimmy stared at
the scene. `Jesus,' he thought. 

Self-consciously, Jimmy strolled around the store his
hands in his pockets, his eyes always wandering back
to the nearest screen. Now the woman was blowing the
man and then he came, shooting his cream all over her
face. Her tongue licked it off his cock and then she
ran her tongue over her lips, opening her mouth to
show it full of his cum. Then the woman put her hand
around his neck, pulled the man down and kissed him,
her tongue darting into his mouth. Jimmy couldn't
believe that the guy would let a woman with a mouth
full of cum kiss him. He shook his head and looked
away. `Some people are just disgusting,' he thought.

He found the DVDs. There were aisles and aisles of
them, sorted by type: interracial, plumpers, big tits,
TVs, anal action. Then he found the young girls
section. He flipped through the DVDs and pulled out
several that had girls on the covers that reminded him
of her. He found three that had blondes like his girl;
_Young Hot Babes, Cherry Picker_ and _First Time
Sweethearts._ 

Jimmy put the DVDs under his arm and continued
exploring the store. He found the magazines. Again he
found several that had pictures on the cover of young
blonde girls. The magazines were all sealed in
plastic. Jimmy didn't want to buy a pig in a poke but
the girls on the cover were so close to his girl. He
grabbed the magazines and headed to the counter.

There was a girl behind the counter. When Jimmy saw
her he froze. He stood behind one of the rows of DVDs
wondering what to do. Another man walked up to her,
put his DVDs on the counter. The girl smiled and said,
"That's a good one," as she scanned it. The man said
something Jimmy couldn't hear, but the girl laughed
and smiled. The man paid as the girl bagged the DVDs,
took the DVDs, and left. 

Jimmy shrugged and went up to the counter. He put the
DVDs and magazines down. "Hi," she said.

"Hi," Jimmy answered looking down at the counter.

"This one is a good one," she said picking up _First
Time Sweethearts_ and scanning it.

"You know the movies?" he asked.

"Yeah. We are supposed to watch all of them as they
come in. That way we can recommend them." She looked
around the store and then under her breath said, "I
like the ones with young girls too. Except that I
pretend I'm the young girl." Jimmy blushed. "Now don't
you go blushing." 

She finished scanning the items. Jimmy handed her the
money after looking at the total. She gave him his
change. He picked up the bag and turned to flee toward
the back door. "Y'all enjoy now," she said.

Jimmy practically sprinted from the store. Once in his
truck he hid the package under his seat. He drove,
exactly at the speed limit, back towards Oneonta. It
was dark when he pulled into his place. He was careful
to make sure no one was looking as he retrieved the
package and, holding it under his arm, fled into the
sanctuary of his place.

Jimmy closed the front blinds. He tore open the _First
Time Sweethearts_ DVD. He stared at the shiny disc.
Then he tore open the other two packages. He couldn't
make up his mind which to watch first. Jimmy laid them
out in front of his DVD player and looked at them.

Still unable to decide, he pulled the magazines from
the bag. He tore the plastic from the first and
eagerly opened it. The magazine was full of pictures
and little stories. He started to read the first story
but what he really wanted to see were the pictures. He
continued through the magazine. 

As Jimmy leafed through the magazine his eagerness
turned to gall. `Lord,' he said to himself. "These
ain't nuthin' but a bunch of old hags," Jimmy
muttered. Oh, they had their hair in ponytails like
they were young, they were dressed in cheerleader
outfits and had their pubes shaved clean but you could
tell they were all older. 

He threw aside the first magazine and tore open the
second. Furiously, he leafed through it. It was the
same. The third was no different. He threw the
magazines across the room disgusted at how much he had
spent on them.

A sick feeling enveloped him as he looked back at the
DVDs. They were really expensive. What if they were
the same? Well, the girl had said the one was good. He
picked it up and slipped it into the player carefully
turning the sound very low. The credits rolled and
then a young girl came on the screen. She was blonde,
slender and young. Maybe she was a little older than
his girl, but they looked so much alike. An older man
came into the picture and sat down to breakfast. The
girl helped herself to some food. They talked for a
bit and then the man got up and started kissing her.

Jimmy found his cock growing. He looked to make sure
the blinds were all closed and then tore his pants
off. His cock strained upward. He stroked it as he
watched. 

Soon, the guy had her naked. Jimmy thought he had gone
to heaven. He knew this is exactly what his girl would
look like. The man helped her up on the breakfast
table, pushing aside the food. The man went down on
the girl until she came. Then he smeared jam on her
small tight tits and licked it off. She took some
butter and spread it on her pussy. The man dropped his
pants, lined up and jabbed his cock into her tight
pussy. 

It was too much for Jimmy. His climax burst and sent
his cum blasting out. He collapsed onto his couch.
When he recovered his strength he turned the DVD off.
Jimmy carefully collected the DVDs and hid them under
his bookshelf. He picked up the magazines, and
disgusted, put them into a brown paper sack. He'd take
them to work tomorrow and throw them away after
everyone left.

Jimmy showered and fell into bed. Sleep came quickly.

The next day Jimmy watched the second DVD. This one
featured a cheerleader who had a crush on the coach.
She came to his house. Pretty soon they were kissing.
The coach removed her cheerleader outfit. Soon he had
her naked on his large bed. This girl was also blonde
but she looked older and more filled out. She had
womanly curves. Jimmy fantasized that his girl would
look like this in a couple of years. Yes, that's what
she would look like. This time Jimmy had Kleenex close
by, when he climaxed, he sent it into a handful of
Kleenex. 

He missed his girl that day, so intently was he
watching the DVD. He didn't really mind. Each DVD had
ten to fifteen little movies. Jimmy watched each one.
He liked some more than others. He still would wait
for the girl most days but sometimes he was just too
busy. His fantasy life had broadened as well. It
wasn't just his girl. Sometimes he would dream about
the girls in the movies. He really liked the
cheerleader.

Jimmy was starting to think about another Mobile trip
since he had watched all of the movies several times.
They were still good but he was wondering if a new
movie wouldn't be better. 

That Sunday Reverend James launched into his sermon.
He apologized for having to address this topic in
church, but fighting the Devil was hard. Then he
landed a punch on the Devil's chin: filth; filth on
TV, in the movies, in books, in schools and especially
those awful adults only perversions. "There are even
worse kinds of filth right here in Oneonta," he said.
He was looking right at Jimmy when he said that.
"Those who partake of these depraved things are doomed
to Hell's fire. God's justice will punish them for
their sins."

Jimmy sat like a stone statue. The Pastor had to know.
Why else would he be looking straight at Jimmy?
Someone must have seen and told the Pastor. Jimmy
didn't hear another word of the sermon. His head was
spinning. Who could have seen? Who else would know?

After the service, Jimmy normally would stay and help
the ladies with the serving but today he fled home. He
paced in his front room, looked out the windows,
closed the blinds and tried to peek in from outside.
He couldn't tell who could have seen what, but he
wasn't taking any chances. The Pastor was speaking
God's Will. God was speaking to Jimmy. That had to be
it. He gathered up the DVDs and went to the yard. He
had a key to the back gate. Jimmy snuck in and
disposed of the DVDs in one of the trucks. Tomorrow
they would be buried in several tons of rubbish. 

Relieved, Jimmy went home.

*****

As the weeks of fall turned to winter, Jimmy was once
again captured by the girl. He waited every day. His
fantasies no longer were enough. He had to let her
know how much he loved her. What if that boy tried to
see her? Once she knew the depth of his love, she
would want to marry him. He started planning. He
parked his truck down the street in order to watch
her. She walked the same route every day. 

Jimmy was soon parking all along the route she walked,
a different place every day. He knew every turn. He
timed the route and knew exactly how long it took her
to walk home. He drew maps of the route and put the
times on each leg. Jimmy didn't realize it but he was
being consumed. The girl was fire and Jimmy would be
left nothing but ashes. 

He quit watching TV. From the time he arose until he
went to bed he would think about the girl. Some days,
he would sit in his truck and daydream about her,
unable to clear his mind. He would be late for work on
those days. His supervisor put a letter in his file
and warned him not to be late for work again. But that
didn't seem to matter anymore. Instead he would think
of her and how beautiful their life would be. He would
think how he could capture her heart the way she had
captured his. Nothing mattered except having the girl.
She must be his.

He missed work again and was suspended for a week
without pay. During that week Jimmy tried to attract
her attention. He wanted her to come over and talk
with him in his truck. He'd wave at her but she hardly
noticed him. He grew desperate. He had to do something
to show her.

*****

The first storm of winter blew in from the Gulf and
down the streets of Oneonta, whipping the branches of
hundred year old trees and scattering leaves across
the landscape. A cold rain was falling. The wind
whistled through the trees, covering the other sounds
of the day. The girl, Jennifer, was hurrying down the
street, head bent down to avoid the rain. She passed a
rental van not even noticing it. Just four more blocks
to the warmth of home.

As she passed the van, she heard something behind her.
Before she could react a bag was pulled over her head,
arms captured her in a bear hug and she was ripped
from her feet. Stunned, she didn't react. The next
thing she heard was the sound of the van door banging
shut. She started to struggle but a heavy weight was
holding her down. One of her hands was yanked above
her head and then her wrist was locked in something.
Then the other hand received the same treatment. The
bag was torn from her head but it was too dark for her
to make out details. A gag was tied over her mouth and
then a blindfold was put over her eyes. The weight
lifted from her chest but settled on her legs. She
struggled again but hands grabbed her ankles and then
her feet were clamped down to the floor just like her
hands had been.

Jimmy stood up and gazed at the girl. She looked so
beautiful and she was going to be his. It will be just
like the dreams. He was glad that he went down to
Mobile and got those special padded handcuffs. He
didn't want her to suffer.

Jennifer heard the doors open and then bang shut. She
tried to shout but the sound was muffled and didn't
make it past the gag. The van started moving. She was
nearly senseless with fright. She couldn't believe
this was happening. It was like a bad dream and she
just needed to awake from it. Her mind recalled all of
the stories, the horrible stories, of girls abducted:
rape, torture, even death. She recoiled from those
thoughts. `How could she escape?' She twisted and
pulled at the bindings but they were too strong.
Finally, her wrists hurting, she gave up and started
to cry.

Sometime later, the van stopped and she heard the
engine turned off. It was quiet except for the howl of
the wind outside. The van door opened. The gag was
removed. She heard a voice, "Won't do ya no good to
scream. Just hurt your voice. Tain't no one around
here."

She didn't recognize the voice. "Who are you?"

"Honey, y'all know soon enough. Why, you and me is
getting married someday. You just wait and see."

Jennifer was sure that whoever this was, he was stark
raving mad, utterly insane. She didn't even know the
voice and he was saying they were getting married.

Her legs were loosed and she tensed, hoping for
escape. Hands started to pull her skirt off.
Desperately, she struggled but with her hands tied to
the floor, she could only offer token resistance. The
skirt was pulled free. Her panties followed. Panic was
rising in Jennifer. She felt the fear in her chest
like a lead weight. She knew what had to come next.
Her stomach tightened and she began to feel like she
would throw up. Her legs were clamped down again.

Then one hand was freed. Again she struggled but the
man was too strong, too big for a one-armed girl to do
anything effective. He pulled her coat off her arm and
then clamped her hand back to the floor. He did the
same to her other arm. Jimmy decided to leave the coat
under her. It would be just as good as the blanket he
brought along. 

Jennifer felt a hand under her back, lifting her to
expose the knot of her halter which was quickly
untied. Then the knot at the back of her neck was
untied. Jimmy tossed the halter aside. He looked down
at his girl. She was even more beautiful than he had
imagined. 

Jennifer was mortified, lying naked in the back of a
van knowing that some strange man was looking at her.
Her mortification turned to terror as she heard him
pulling his clothes off. Her mind screamed, `NO!' "Why
are doing this?"

"I tol't you, girl. We is getting married one day. I
love you and I know'd you is going to love me if I
show you how much I love you. So, I am going to show
you how much I love you."

Jennifer's mind was desperately trying to process the
words but they made no sense. She couldn't fit those
words into her reality. The whole experience began to
feel unreal, like it was happening to someone else.
Then she felt his weight on her body. He kissed her
tits. She struggled, but tied at four points, there
was little difference between struggles and writhing.
Jimmy was sure she was writhing in pleasure. He smiled
knowing that she wasn't able to resist him just like
in his dreams. He continued kissing her body until he
was between her legs. He lapped at her pussy, parting
the labia with his tongue. When she was wet, he rose
and lay on her. He pushed his cock into her pussy.
Jennifer screamed in shock and pain. Jimmy grabbed the
gag and thrust it back into her mouth tying it behind
her head. He continued pushing his cock into her
pussy. Jimmy started fucking her. Jennifer was in
shock. She lay limply. Jimmy exploded with the
pleasure of fucking `his girl' and filled her with his
seed. Jennifer felt the wetness, understanding what
had happened, was overcome with emotions: she felt
despoiled, dirty, sick and upset. Once again, she felt
as though she was going to throw up.

Jimmy rolled to the side. "Now we is lovers. I know
you like me now. I want to kiss you," he said as he
pulled the gag from her mouth.

Jennifer was unable to move and she felt a surge of
hate for her despoiler, a raw anger boiled up in her
breast. "I hate you. I hate you. I'll never kiss you,
you animal. You are going to jail forever and I'll
laugh when they take you off."

Jimmy couldn't believe his ears. This wasn't the way
it is supposed to happen. "I cain't go to jail," he
told her. "I know'd once we done it you'd love me."

"I hate you," Jennifer spat out the words as she began
sobbing.

Jimmy was shocked. Everything was going wrong. His
mind filled with dread, `I can't go to jail.' His
hands found her throat and then they tightened.
Slowly, they cut off the air to her lungs and the
blood to her head. Her face turned red as she
struggled. "Why?" he asked. "Why?"

Jennifer was choking and her face was a bright red.
Jimmy looked at her and then suddenly he let go. She
gasped convulsively, her throat burned as she gulped
air deeply, filling her lungs with oxygen. 

Jimmy fell back against the wall of the van staring at
his hands. He started to cry. Jimmy watched as the
girl got her breath back. He reached over and
unclasped her feet, and then he undid one hand and
then the other. He was trying to figure out how he
could apologize but also how he could convince the
girl that they were right for each other, destined to
be lovers. She reached up and removed the blindfold.
Jimmy sat back so as to not scare the girl. He was
about to start his explanation when she spied the door
ajar and jumped. Jennifer felt a surge of adrenaline,
and like a cornered rat fighting for life, her body
shifted into overdrive. "Where ya going?" he shouted.
But she was already through the door. 

She saw a dirt trail and took off running. Her feet
hurt terribly from the stones in the dirt trail. She
ran as though the Devil himself was on her tail.
Breathing hard she came to a paved road. She turned
right and ran. It was easier running on the road.

A man and a woman were riding in their old truck, the
wipers scraping the mist from the windows in time with
the dolorous song on the radio. Ahead, they saw a
girl, naked as Eve, running down the road. "What the
hell?" he asked.

As they closed the distance the woman said, "Pull up
beside her." The girl looked over and seeing the
woman, stumbled and nearly fell. The driver slammed on
his brakes and the woman jumped from the cab. She
grabbed the girl by her shoulders, supporting the
exhausted girl. She shouted to her husband, "Get the
blanket." Then to the girl, "What in tarnation is
going on?"

The man had come around the truck and he threw the
blanket around the girl. They wrapped her in the
blanket.

Jennifer, panting, told the couple, "This man grabbed
me and he locked me in his truck. He pulled my clothes
off and he..." she broke into sobs.

The couple exchange a look, "We need to call the
police."

The woman helped the girl into the truck as her
husband put it in gear. As soon as the door closed he
punched the gas, his hands white on the steering
wheel. He wondered if he was leaving permanent
fingerprints in the plastic. The woman held the girl
and stroked her hair. A little ways down the road they
saw a farmhouse, "Pull in here," she said.

As they pulled up in front of the house the farmer and
his wife appeared on the front porch. They were
startled as the woman helped the girl from the truck,
"Please call 911."

The wife asked, "What happened?" as her husband
disappeared into the house. "Come on in," she said as
she helped the girl into the front room.

The farmer called out, "They want to know what
happened."

The woman looked at the girl, who nodded, "She was
raped." 

"Jesus." He told the dispatcher and then hung up. He
headed off and came back with his rifle.

Already, they could hear a siren in the distance. "You
old fool; you put that squirrel gun away. You'll just
get yourself kilt."

"Now just one minute," he said.

"Just sit your tired ass down in that chair afor I
whup you with your own rifle," she said quietly.

He did, looking mightily aggrieved.

The siren died away as the police came running into
the house. The girl recited the story, the man and his
wife confirming their part of it. In less than a
minute the officer was on his radio giving directions.
A symphony of sirens was carried their way by the
howling wind.

The first car down the lane was a county deputy. He
spotted the van and pulled up waiting for
reinforcements. The next was a state trooper. Then two
police cars, another deputy and then two state
troopers. Cars continued to arrive. The lane was alive
with flashing colored lights. The deputy led the way
as the assembled cops moved towards the back of the
van with their guns drawn.

The first one to see into the van was the deputy. He
saw a naked man sitting in the van sobbing. A trooper
came up beside the deputy, then a police officer. They
looked at each other. The man in the van saw the cops
and sobbed anew. He reached behind himself, picked up
his rifle and started to swing it around.

Before he could even point it, the deputy fired. The
deputies were armed with 38 Police Specials, six
bullets each. The bullet travels 950 feet per second.
It covered the distance in less than two hundredths of
a second. 

The sound of his shot was the spark.  In a blink of an
eye, all of the cops were firing at the van. The
police were armed with 9 mm autos, each with ten
bullets, traveling at 1,214 feet per second. The
officer kept pulling the trigger. After 10 shots he
hit the eject button, loaded a new clip and proceeded
to empty it into the van.

The State Troopers were armed with 357 Magnums, a
larger heavier round traveling at 1,235 feet per
second. The 357 round tears large ragged holes in
metal, bone and flesh. The van started to look like
Swiss cheese.

One by one, they ran out of bullets. The sound of
firing died away until the last officer ran out of
bullets. One last shot and it was over. The cops
looked at each other, shaking from the adrenaline. 

The deputy walked over to the van and shook his head.
He waved the others away, "Coroner's needed now." 

One of the State Troopers joined him, "Jesus." He
looked at the van and saw the handcuffs bolted to the
floor. He also saw a girl's clothing on the floor.
"Who'd do such a thing?"

He turned and walked away from what was once a man.






		
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