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 Author: Hungry Guy
Title: DEATH BY EMAIL III
Summary: I wrote a happy ending to DEATH BY EMAIL II.
Keywords: MF BM WF nosex
Language: English

   DEATH BY EMAIL III By: Hungry Guy (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com)

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   While BadCop and Trooper said their good-byes to the girls, they
couldn't help noticing two unkempt men leering at the four of them with
that "look" that they had thought vanished in an earlier generation.

   Upon stepping outside, BadCop said, "Did you see the fire in the eyes of
those two rednecks, Bro!"

   "Sure did, my man!  You think they might give the girls some trouble?"

   "Yeah!  You thinking what I'm thinking?"

   "Yeah, let's put some of that cop training to use and keep an eye on
this place."

   "I hear ya' bro!"

   "They walked over to their car which, as cops do, they had instinctively
parked it by backing into their space facing the building."

   "Ya'know," BadCop said.  "I heard a couple of bikes roar up just before
those two came into the bar."

   Pointing at two big Harleys parked right by the door, Trooper said,
"Yup! I bet those are their bikes."

   The two cops took their service revolvers from the place where off duty
cops hide their guns in their cars when they don't want to wear them, and
strapped them on.  Their unofficial stakeout was soon rewarded with the
observation of the two rednecks and the two girls getting on the bikes and
zooming off in a hail of dust.

   BadCop pulled out of the lot and followed the two bikes from a safe
distance out of town, and onto a dirt road.

   They slowly inched their car up the dirt road until a ramshackle cabin
came into view in the distance between the trees.  There, they quietly
exited the vehicle and cautiously approached the cabin.

   Watching the activities, they seethed as "their" girls put out for the
two blatant redneck bigots.

   It got boring when the four went inside the cabin for an hour or so. 
But when the two guys came out alone and emptied some old wood from the bed
of an old pickup truck forced, the two cops knew he girls were in serious
peril.

   "Should we bust in now?" Trooper whispered.

   "Shhh, wait," BadCop whispered back.  "They haven't hurt the girls yet."

   After the two rednecks dumped the wood out of the truck, they went back
into the cabin, and ushered the girls into the back of the truck at the
point of a shotgun.

   The cops scrambled back to their car to block the rednecks' escape, but
instead of leaving the way they cam in, they headed deeper into the woods.

   "Damn!  We lost em!" Trooper cursed.

   "Not yet, bro!" BadCop replied.  The two followed the dirt road until
they caught up with the rednecks.

   The scene came into view of the two derelicts filling in a homemade
grave with dirt.

   "Shit!" Trooper screamed.  "The girls are buried alive in there!"

   With their hole half-filled, the two rednecks froze as the cops' car
skidded into the clearing.

   The two cops jumped out with pistols drawn.

   "Freeze!  Police!" BadCop and Trooper yelled out.

   One of the rednecks made a move to get the shotgun from the back of the
truck.  BadCop fired, striking the man in the chest.

   "I said, 'Freeze' sucker!" BadCop yelled again.  To the still standing
hoodlum, he shouted, "Face in the dirt!  Now!"

   The standing redneck joined his buddy on the ground as BadCop and
Trooper slapped cuffs on both.

   Then, grabbing the shovels, they began furiously digging out the
half-filled grave.

   Their shovels soon hit wood and, before long, they had the cover off the
coffin.

   "Gabby!  Blondie!  Please be okay!" BadCop cried.

   Blondie, lying naked on top of a naked Gabriella coughed and sputtered
as Trooper lifted her out of the hole.

   BadCop hefted Gabriella's limp body out next and rested her on the soft
ground.  He immediately began mouth-to-mouth, fearing the worst, but after
a few seconds, she, too, sputtered to life.

   "Gabby!" BadCop gasped.

   "Snuffher?" Gabriella moaned in barely a whisper.

   "Snuffher?" BadCop gasped, remembering the name of the serial killer who
had almost killed Gabriella a few years earlier.  "No!  I'm BadCop!  You're
safe now!"

   Gabriella rolled her head and said, "I'm home now?"

   "No!  But you're safe now!"

   "Oh!" Gabriella gasped as the oxygen returned to her brain and the
realization finally hit her that BadCop and Trooper had rescued her and
Blondie from the two crazed rednecks.

   "You'll be safe now, Gabby!  I promise you no one will ever hurt you
again."

   "Oh!" Gabby moaned with a smile.

   * END *