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Horny Ghosts
by Varkel
Spring, 2012


Chapter 6: _Two Cops Down_

As it happened, with High Bridge out, a 20-mile detour was required to 
move from the police station north of the river to the abandoned 
warehouse south of it.  Only two policemen were patrolling on that side 
when the bridge fell.  They were radio-dispatched to Lewis Road at the 
warehouse driveway to block anyone wanting to go in or out.  The single 
police helicopter was out of town, having lifted the chief to a meeting 
in St. Louis, which perhaps was just as well.  Its rotor sound could 
alarm the kidnappers, resulting in harm to the girls.

At the site, now accustomed to their elbow intimacy, Mabel slipped her 
arm through Darry's.  "Oh, god, I can't stand it!  Do you see how those
two are eyeing the other girls?"

"I can figure what they're thinking.  Kidnapping is a federal offense 
with the death penalty.  They can only hang you once, and there sits a 
dozen nubile sweeties.  When their cocks rise up again, girls lookout!"
He craned his neck toward the huge open doors.  "Shouldn't the cops be 
here by now?  Hey, I see two!  Down at the end of the driveway."

All ghostly heads swiveled to the front.  The two idling kidnappers, 
distracted by the prospect before them, had not noticed.  But where was
the treacherous instructor?

"What happened to that dance teacher?" Darry asked at large.

The other ghosts looked around.

Jeff said, "Maybe she went out of the building."

"If she warns the crooks, they can escape."

"Or hurt the girls," said Mabel dolefully.

Darryl lifted through the roof past the front of the building.  
Immediately he spied the missing woman perched on an overturned box.  
She was a slim blonde, wearing creased jeans and sneakers, sitting with
head in hands, perhaps enduring a touch of remorse.  She was turned 
toward Lewis Road but surrounded by weeds waist high to a standing man.
If she looked up over the weeds, she might see the police cruisers, 
drawn up across the end of the driveway to interdict traffic.

Just behind her a policeman was slipping through the weeds.  Darry 
surmised that she had been outside when the cops arrived.  Apparently 
they had spotted her as a lookout.

The breeze masked any sound of the officer's approach.  He clamped a 
hand over her mouth.  She stiffened and tried to look around but he was
too strong for her.  She produced loud nasal moans.

"Shut up that noise!" he ordered her, keeping his voice low.  "Stand up
and walk."

She took a few steps but twisted away from him.  He tackled her, 
throwing her down into the weeds.  Curiously her only response was 
"Oof!"

Handcuffs quickly secured her wrists behind her.  The man jerked her to
her feet.  "Now we're going out to the cruisers.  If you warn the 
others, somebody will get killed, maybe even you."

"You won't hurt me," she said confidently, but she kept her voice low.

"Not me, but your pals have already killed one woman."

The man was heading her away from the building on a curve out of sight 
from inside but leading eventually to the police cars.  Darry followed
above them.

She looked wide-eyed over her shoulder.  "How did you know about this?"

The cop grinned.  "Central told me.  We know everything.  You are 
Kirsten Fallasty, the dance teacher.  By the way, you're under arrest 
for kidnapping, 13 counts, and murder, one count.  When we get to the 
car I'll recite your rights."

"Thought you guys had memorized that!"

"What's your hurry?"

"For kidnapping and murder?"  Her eyes enlarged.

She spun as if suddenly energized, kicked the man in the groin with a 
dancer's power and dashed away toward the doorway, screaming, "The cops
are here!  The cops are here!"

Behind her the officer lay cursing, hands between his drawn up legs.  
Darry preceded her into the warehouse.

As she passed the door a shot rang out and she collapsed, skidding 
forward on the concrete, hands still cuffed behind her.

Darry drew up in surprise.  The bus driver's hand was outstretched, 
holding a smoking pistol.

Wearing a plaid shirt and standard shoes, Bailey, the leader, had turned
to stare at the bus driver.  "Thought she was your squeeze."

Darry was pleased to discover that, contrary to previous experience, the
terrible crash of an indoor gunshot did not impair his ghostly hearing.

The shooter exclaimed, "Goddammit to hell, why don't females wear 
skirts?"

"You stupid shit -- not that we needed her anymore!"  Raising his voice,
he added, "Get those girls up and into the bus."

The men found their britches and jerked them on.  All the girls got to 
their feet.  The men began to herd them onto the bus, including the two
nudes.

Bailey gestured.  "No, not those two!  Keep them out to use as shields.
And don't let them put their clothes on."

Mabel stood with hands pressed to the sides of her face.  Kate's mouth 
hung open.

Merrie said in amazed disgust, "He just shot her down!"

"He thought she was a cop," explained Jeff.

"Stupid shit!"  Merrie obviously agreed with Bailey.  "They need an IQ 
test for guns."

"Pretty good shot with a pistol!" said Jeff admiringly.

Merrie shook her head.  "Sometimes you're a real asshole, Jeffrey 
Miller."

While the kidnappers scurried about, Darry kept an eye on the teacher's
body, vainly expecting her ghost to detach.  He finally decided that she
was only wounded.

When all girls were on the bus with one gunman to restrain them, Bailey
hurried to the front, standing so that one eye could peer past the 
rusted door jamb.  The bus driver was right behind him.

He said, "Two police cars.  Only two?"

As they watched, the policeman whom the wounded teacher had meant to 
unman struggled to his feet and limped hurriedly away through the grass.

"There goes one of them!" cried the driver.

"No shit!"  Bailey snatched a pistol from his waistband and snapped at 
shot at the fleeing man, about 25 yards away.

"You missed!" chortled the driver.

"You're the pistol champ.  Let's see you nick him."

The driver leveled his weapon and fired, but the policeman had stumbled
and fallen barely a moment before.

"Dammit, he ducked!"  The driver snapped off two more shots.  All 
missed, though a distant clunk sounded as a bullet bounced up and hit 
one of the cars.  The fleeing officer ducked behind the closer vehicle.

"How much ammo you got?" demanded Bailey.

"Another clip, but Wallis's got a box of .40 caliber."

Both men waited, watching the cars.  The driver said, "They ain't 
shooting."

"Because of the girls.  Long as we got them, we're safe...  I only see 
two cops."

"Couldn't be only two -- not if they know about the girls."

"I'll bet more're coming.  Damn you, bro, for shooting that teacher!"

"Less ways to split."

BaIley turned to stare at him.  "You were watching for a chance to snuff
her, weren't you!"

The driver grinned, looking away.  "She was a nagging bitch."

"By that age they all are.  But if you hadn't started the shooting we 
might've negotiated something."

"Like what?"

"A helicopter to get us out of here."

"Oh hell!  I just realized ... we got to kill them guys or Casey will 
drive on by."

Bailey's eyes narrowed thoughtfully.  "It's risky but we could maybe 
swing it."

"I could smash the bus straight through them cruisers."

"I doubt it, the way they're overlapped.  It might be the last resort.
Except ... that's a pretty deep ditch on this side of the road."

"So what?"

"So we can't go around the cruisers."

"That driveway's long enough to get up to 50.  That'd knock 'em apart."

"And then what?  With us on the bus or the SUV, no way can we stop them
from shooting out the tires."

The driver heaved a sigh.  "So we just sit here?"

"I don't think so."  Bailey paused in thought before adding, "With only
two cops we can take them out on foot."

The driver blinked.  "Do what?"

"That grass is tall right up to the road.  With a little luck we can 
sneak close enough to plug 'em both."

"What if they plug _us_ first?"

Bailey grinned sourly.  "As you said, less ways to split."

"Oh, shit!"

"Not so good when it's you might get snuffed, is it?"

Keeping misaligned with the doorway, Bailey and his brother hurried back
to the school bus and jumped aboard.  "Listen up, guys!" Bailey shouted.
"Only two cops have showed up so far.  I don't know where the others 
are, but that's luck for us.  We can get away if we take them out.  
We've got to sneak up on them through that tall grass.  You know they'll
be wearing kevlar, so shoot them in the head.

"Bro, I want you to stay here and make these girls behave.  The rest of
you, come with me.  Jarvis and I will push the naked ones in front of 
us.  You other two go out the back door, spread out and sneak through 
the grass.  We'll give you a head start.  Try to flank them."

"Flank?" asked a man.

"Damned civilian!" said Bailey with a sneer.  "I mean, sneak up on them
from the sides, take good aim and pop them when they aren't looking.  In
the meantime no shooting till we get close."

"How did they find out about us?" asked the "civilian."

"Who knows?"  Bailey shrugged.  "Always was a chance somebody saw the 
school bus going down Lewis Road.  Wallis, pass out that ammo."

When the supply had been evenly divided, Bailey added, "Now you two get
going.  God knows how quick more cops can show up."

Wallis and the fourth man scurried through the missing back door and 
separated.  The two nude girls, both "volunteers," stood loosely, 
watching with interest.  Bailey and the larger of the two, a slim 
brunette with high, double-coned breasts, had been the first to fuck.

He caught her arm and said, "What's your name?"

"Frances."

"Okay, Frances.  You and I are going to stroll out there and face those
cops."

She said, "I don't see how I can help you."

"Oh, you can help a lot."  He grinned.  "You'll be my shield."  He 
pointed to the smaller, another slim girl with auburn hair and less 
development.  Earlier she had insisted on taking two men together.  
"What's her name?"

"Janine."

"Jarvis, you grab Janine and come on up to the front."

With pistol in one hand, the other holding a nude girl by the neck from
behind, each men pushed his captive past the teacher's still body and 
out the doorway.

"Wait here," said Bailey, stopping his girl.

"What for?" said Jarvis.

"To let our two flankers get close."

The peaked caps of the two policemen were barely visible over the hoods
of the two cruisers.  Bailey thought he could make out a rifle held by 
one -- more likely a shotgun -- and grinned, thinking either would be 
too chancy for cops who had to write after-action reports.  His eye 
strayed to the left.  Yes!  There was Gentry, his fourth man, bent 
forward and creeping through the weeds.

"Any sign of Wallis?" he said.

"No, but I see a wiggle in the weeds."

"That's him.  He's keeping low."

"How long you going to wait?"

"Let 'em get half way."

Jarvis's girl, Janine, said with a whimper, "I need to go."

"Go where?" said Bailey.

"You know, uh, urinate."

"Go ahead."

The girl shuddered.  After a moment she said, "I will."

"You think we care?  Let it out."  Bailey chuckled.  "Might as well be 
comfortable."

With a sigh she released her sphincter.  A thick jet of yellow sprang 
out onto the gravel.  Once again Bailey was impressed by the female 
volume.  It went on and on.

"Damn, girl," said Jarvis, "you're a real pisser!"

She blushed half way down her back but let the flow continue until it 
finally subsided.

Bailey said to Frances, "What do you think of that?"

"It's your fault," she said, looking around at him.

"I'm glad you understand.  You girls don't get the blame for any of 
this."

Sweeping wide, Gentry was starting to close on the police cars.  Bailey
said, "About time to go.  Jarvis, you ever shoot a Glock before?"

"No, but I shot an army .45."

"Then you know to jack the first round into the chamber."

"Yeah, I did that."

"Well, Glock's got no safety lever.  Just point it and shoot."

"Okay."

"The point is to get close enough to pop them in the head.  When you 
think you can do that, let fly."

"Don't you want to talk to them first?"

"_They_ might want to but we don't.  Ready to go?"

"Yeah."

Bailey pushed his girl forward.  Jarvis and his captive followed a step
behind.  Both couples walked slowly, the men's shoes crunching.

Within ten paces Janine complained, "Ow!  This gravel hurts my feet."

"Walk light," Bailey instructed.

"Can we go back for our sneakers?"

"No.  The mission has started."

"Ow.  Ow."  She continued to complain but shambled forward.  Jarvis 
released her neck, slipped an arm under her breasts and partly supported
her.

"Oh, thank you!" she said with feeling.

He snickered.  "Like the man said, might as well be comfortable."

They continued forward, walking slowly.  Indeed Frances put her bare 
feet down "lightly."  Most of the ghosts followed them, hovering above.

Mabel, concerned for the rest of her once charges, slipped into the 
schoolbus, where the girls were sitting quietly, staring with hatred at
the bus driver, who stood in the front, grinning and waving his gun 
around.

The girl sitting in the right front seat closest to the standing man was
Nelly, she whom Bailey had decided was not a volunteer.  She said, "What
will happen when they reach the cops?"

His grinned widened.  "Gonna be lots of bang-bang."

"Then Frances and Janine might get hurt."

"What a shame!  Frances's got a sweet cunt."

Her chin rose.  "You are a despicable man."

He pretended to be hurt.  "Aw, honey, don't be like that.  I'll save 
some for you."

He thrust the pistol barrel into his pocket, opened his fly, pulled out
a flaccid cock and pointed it at her.  "You can load it up anytime you 
want."  He waved the organ generally around at the others.  "That goes 
for any of you."

Some of the girls looked away but not all, which he noticed.  Thrusting
out his hips, he pumped himself briskly.

The watching Mabel had secretly admired Kate's oral prowess.  Her own
husband was the exception who found lingual attention embarrassing, with
the result that she had not enjoyed a cock in her mouth since college.
Here was one begging for service.  And maybe she could save a virgin 
girl.  With a glance over her shoulder to verify no ghostly observer, 
she darted forward, slurped up the waving cock and distinctly felt it 
pop through her lips.

The driver felt it too.  His hand fell away and he stared at himself in
stupefaction, recognizing the unmistakable sensation of a head bobbing 
on his dick.

Nelly noted the sudden change in his expression.  Until now she had 
mostly submitted to these horrible men, while yearning for the chance to
thwart their plans.  This might be it!

She lurched out of her seat past the front of the driver's body, 
snatched the pistol from his pocket and fell bruisingly across the 
steering wheel, holding on to the weapon with both hands and and 
rotating it into a pistol grip.

"What the hell?" cried the driver, flinching back and slamming his head
against the large inside mirror.

Mabel, eyes closed while her tongue was engaged, had missed Nelly's body
passing through.  She couldn't believe that in her enthusiasm she had 
bitten this lovely cock, but what else could account ...

She looked up.  The driver and a girl were grappling with each other 
beside the steering wheel.  Had she incited him to rape another one?

Nelly was only too aware of powerful fingers squeezing her throat.  The
cold object in her hand was reassuring, except --  How did a gun work?
Didn't you just point it and pull the trigger?

She jammed the muzzle into the driver's side, pulled fiercely and was 
rewarded with a terrible crash.  The weapon nearly leapt from her hand,
but relief was immediate.  The fingers on her throat relaxed and fell 
away.  With ringing ears she stared down at the driver's body, which had
collapsed at her feet.  His wide eyes stared up past her.


* * *


The walking couples were over half way from warehouse to police cars 
when they heard the shot behind them.

"Goddammit!" cried Bailey, gritting his teeth.  "That trigger-happy 
idiot ...  Hurry it up!"  He shoved Frances forward at an increased 
pace.  She stumbled but the hand clasping her neck steadied her.  They 
had another 20 yards to go.

The sound of a shot in the warehouse caused the officer with the rifle 
to make a decision.  The leading perp was crouched down behind his girl
but the other's head was exposed.  Quickly altering his aim, he shot the
careless kidnapper between the eyes, blowing away the back of his head.

Bailey leveled his pistol over Frances' shoulder and taking careful aim,
shot the rifleman in the face.  The officer fell backward, taking the 
rifle with him.

Jeff, hovering above Bailey, cried, "Wow, what a shot!"

Merrie said, "Shut up!"

The naked girl, Janine, screamed and sprang forward toward the police 
cars just as Bailey snapped a shot to his left, hoping to keep the 
remaining cop's head down.  His bullet caught the girl in the back and 
passed through her heart.  She pitched forward onto the gravel.

Rolling her eyes in her vantage above them, Kate spotted another threat.
"Look at that crook!"

Jarvis was detaching from his sprawled remains.  He floated into the 
air, nude, shaking his head as if dislodging a fly.  Merrie, the 
closest, shrank against Jeff with a whimper.

Another shot rang out.  This one came from the left.  Gentry, Bailey's 
fourth man, had crept within 15 yards of the remaining policeman, the 
one who had tried to capture the dance teacher.  Gentry lined up his 
pistol and discharged it.  This was the first time he had fired a Glock
and only the second time he had ever fired any gun.  His bullet went 
high and knocked off the officer's peaked hat.  Gentry immediately fired
again.  This bullet ricocheted off the side of a cruiser and struck the
officer's Kevlar armor painfully but unnoticed in the excitement.

The policeman returned the fire, double-tapping Gentry in the center of
his unarmored chest.  Bailey's fourth man fell backwards into the weeds.

As these three shots were sounding, Frances let herself collapse to the
ground.  Bailey, already bent forward for concealment, lost his grip on
her neck, followed her down and fell on top of her, grinding her tender
breasts painfully into the gravel.  She retained enough breath to 
scream.  Reflexively he shot her in the back of the head.

Having recovered from Gentry's attack, the remaining policeman snapped a
shot at Bailey but still reluctant to risk the girl, missed the 
foreshortened target.  Releasing Frances, Bailey rolled briskly toward 
the nearest stand of weeds, pursued by additional gunfire.

Wallis, previously responsible for distributing the ammunition, was 15 
yards away on the right.  Very familiar with the Glock, he had carried 
one on the caper that led to his conviction for robbing a liquor store.
Now he shot the remaining policeman in the head.  Blood and brains 
spattered a cruiser windshield.

Jeff, who had often found pistols frustrating, would likely have 
commented on another good shot but was too anxious about the ghostly 
Jarvis, now staring around himself.

"Wh-what happened?" the man asked.  "Ain't never been hit so hard."

The other ghosts cringed away as he drifted closer.

"What we doing naked?  Who _are_ you people?"

Floating closest to Kate, he grabbed her arm.  For a moment she was a 
captive.  Then a powerful desire to be free accomplished that aim.  Her
arm passed through his fist as if it were smoke and she darted several 
yards to the side.

Puzzled, he held up his hand, turning it this way and that, and clasped
it with the other.  Shaking his head, he made another grab, this time at
Darry, who clasped the extended hand and using pressure on the elbow, 
effortlessly threw Jarvis aside.

Darry grinned at the slack-jawed man and said, "The rules are different
now."

Jarvis rallied.  "What rules?"

"You just got killed.  Almost everything is different for 
ghosts."

"'Ghosts?'  Bullshit!"  Jarvis tried to catch Merrie, but she evaded him
readily.

Darry called to the others, "He can't hold anybody.  All you have to do
is want to be free."

"It worked for me," said Kate.

Among the living, Bailey got cautiously to his feet.  Wallis rose out of
the weeds and called, "I nailed the last cop."

"You sure?"

"Don't see any more."

"Swing around and check on Gentry."

"How's Jarvis?"

"It was a rifle.  Blew out the back of his head."

Still crouched, Bailey walked toward the nearest cruiser.  The ghost of
Jarvis swung down in front of him and called, "Boss, Boss!  Can you hear
me?"

Of course Bailey proceeded forward and began to pass through the ghost's
torso, at which instant its owner darted aside.

The nude ex-kidnapper looked up at Darry with wide eyes.  "Ghosts, you 
say?"

"All of us.  And here comes another."

Frances, whose once living body no longer had a face, detached and rose
into the air, still nude.  Her ghostly face was pretty as ever despite 
wide eyes and sagging chin.  Looking around at her level, she spotted 
Jarvis and Bailey and flinched back.

Jarvis charged towards her and demanded, "Where the hell are you going?"

"I ... I don't know," she mumbled, cringing but caught by the arm.

Kate called down to her, "Come up here, Frances.  He can't hold you."

At the female voice the girl looked up with an expression of hope, but 
whimpered.  "He's got my arm."

"Things are different now.  He can't hold you unless you let him.  Just
float on up here."

"Don't pay any attention," commanded Jarvis.  "She's a ghost."

The girl looked down at the tangled brains, blood and hair where her 
face had recently been.  "Guess I am too," she murmured and easily shot
up into Kate's arms.

Jarvis stared after her with sagging chin and examined his hand again.
"Lost my grip!"

Two naked males had risen from behind the police cars.  The closer went
directly to Bailey, declaring as he tried to grab him, "You're under 
arrest --"  He was leaning forward and passed directly through the 
target's body, voice ending in a gurgle.

Turning around, he spied the other policeman, equally nude.  "Ronson, 
you're out of uniform!"

Ronson was short but bulky.  He laughed.  "So are you, corporal.  And 
that was the most pitiful arrest I ever saw."

"Think you can do better?"

"Not till I find out what's going on."  He pointed to Jarvis.  "We're 
not the only ones who lost our clothes."

Jarvis said, "You're the two cops, ain't you."

"Yeah.  Don't you know it's illegal to parade in the nude?"

"Don't _you_ know it?"

The ex-corporal, who had been the rifleman, said, "We better drop that,
Ronson.  What's important are those poor girls and a dozen more that're
supposed to be in the warehouse."

"Yeah, but what can we do?  I couldn't even pick up my piece."


* * *


In the school bus the girls crowded forward to stare at the fallen 
driver, lying on his back with head dangling in the entrance well.  A 
thin stream of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.  His cock, 
quickly sagging, was visible in the open fly.

Eyes enlarged, a girl in front said, "You shot him, Nelly?"

Nelly straightened up, rubbing her side with one hand but holding tight
to the pistol with the other.  "Yes."  She sighed.  "I did."

"Is he dead?"

She stooped, reached over his chest, compressed his neck between thumb 
and fingers and waited.  The girls behind her were silent.  After awhile
she looked up.  "I can't feel any pulse."

"In the neck?" asked a girl.  "Thought you checked the wrist for that."

"You check it, Louise."

Louise went to her knees, caught the man's wrist and soon admitted, "I 
can't feel one either."

Mabel was hovering horizontally under the bus ceiling.  She saw no 
breath in the driver's chest.

Louise added, "You saved us, Nelly."

All the girls murmured agreement.  Distant gunshots interrupted them.

"Listen."  Nelly rose to her feet.  "Not yet, I haven't."

The girls rushed to the back, peering out windows and the open door.  
They saw Bailey fall atop Frances and assumed he pushed her down.  More
gunshots sounded.  Bailey rolled away toward the weeds while gravel 
bounced beside him from additional shots.  A cop, having stood up behind
the hood of a patrol car, was doing the shooting.  Another kidnapper lay
on his back in the gravel, unmoving.

A girl asked, "Why doesn't Frances get up?"

Another said, "Isn't that blood on Janine's boobs?"

Janine, who had been the second shield, was lying on her back, arms 
flung wide.

Nelly said, "I think they've both been shot."

"Oh, those bastards!"

Another shot echoed.  The policeman's hat flew off.  He stepped back and
returned the fire, gun pointed to the girls' left.  Several shots 
sounded almost at once.  The cop lurched but didn't fall.  Several yards
away a man had risen out of the weeds.  He went over backward and some 
of the girls cheered.

"Three down," said Nelly as if keeping score.

"Plus Ms. Fallasty, there in the doorway," said another.  "Who shot 
her?"

Nelly pointed toward the fallen bus driver.  "He did."

"I don't understand."

Nelly shrugged.  "Neither do I."

Another shot sounded and the cop sank out of sight behind the cars.  The
girls held their breath.  After a moment two men arose from the weeds.
From two hours of close scrutiny the girls recognized Bailey and Wallis.

"Oh, god!" cried a girl.

"Can you drive the bus?" said Louise, looking at Nelly.

"If it's automatic."

"It is."

"I think I can."  Nelly bit her lip.  "Drive it where?"

Louise regarded her incredulously.  "Who cares?  Into town!  Two of them
are left but no cops.  We got to _go_!"

Nelly shook her head.  "Look out there!  Even a school bus can't get 
through two police cruisers."

"Maybe you could knock them apart."

"And maybe not."

"You've still got the driver's gun."

Nelly sneered.  "This isn't a game of cops and robber, Louise."

"Don't tell me you think we should just wait here for them!"

"Look," prompted a girl.

As they watched the two cars pivoted and backed out parallel to the 
road, leaving plenty of room between them.  Bailey and Wallis each got 
out of a car and met at the middle of the driveway, pausing for a 
conversation.  Bailey pointed down the road.

"Let's go, let's go!" cried Louise.

"Drive right into them?" said Nelly.  "They'll shoot out the tires.  
They'll probably shoot us."

"For sure they'd shoot whoever's driving," said a third girl.

"We got to do _something_!" cried a fourth, wringing her hands.

"Get off the bus!" ordered Nelly.

"Off the bus?"

"Right now!  Run out the back of this place and spread out in the weeds.
They might catch some of us but most will get away."

It meant doing something, for which all the girls were in favor.  
Squealing, they began dropping out the back of the bus to the concrete.
No one wanted to step over the driver's body in the front.

"Kept it quiet!" warned Nelly.

In a few seconds the bus was empty except for a dead man and the spirit
of a dead woman.  As she watched, the driver peeled away from his 
sprawled body and floated erect in the front of the bus.  Mabel shrank 
from him but paused, ready to flee, halfway down the aisle.

He looked at her blankly before recognition dawned.  "You're dead!" he 
declared.

"So are you."

He looked down at his own corpse then past a couple seats to where hers
lay.  He opened his hands.  "So what's happening?"

Mabel was not interested in reporting to him.  "Do you remember shooting
Kirsten?"

He took a moment to answer but said finally, "Yeah.  Is she dead too?"

"Maybe I am," said a voice behind Mabel, who turned partly.

"Kirsten!"

The one-time dance instructor hovered in the open door.  She was a lean
blonde with a bosomy shape fully on display.

"Is that why we're all naked?" she asked.

Mabel said, "Yes, Kirsten."

The newcomer looked past Mabel.  "I saw Bailey shoot Mabel.  Did he 
shoot me too?"

Mabel said gravely, "No, my dear.  Your treacherous lover did that and 
claimed he thought you were a cop."

"A cop!"  She stared past Mabel.  "_You_ shot me?"

"Ah, ah, it was a mistake," said the man.

Kirsten darted up the aisle, dodging Mabel, and came to a halt with her
face inches from the driver's.  She stared into his eyes.  "I love you 
naked."

He blinked.  "You wh-what?"

Her hand encircled his flaccid cock.  "And this is the first time I've 
got you like that."  She kissed him with penetrating tongue.

He grunted and withdrew his head enough to ask incredulously, "You wanta
fuck _now_?"

Instead of answering directly she bent to his midsection and engulfed 
his member with a slurp.

He stared over her back at Mabel and declared, "Good god!"

Mabel said dryly, "She wants you to shoot her again."

"Good god," he repeated.

With a sniff Mabel floated away through the side of the bus.  Beyond the
gaping front doorway she saw the two remaining kidnappers walking up the
driveway.  Above and behind them hovered the crowd of nude ghosts.  Were
the living girls concealed?  She rose through the warehouse roof to 
inspect the surrounding weeds.  From her vantage many depressions were 
visible, in some cases with girls' heads peeking above them.

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