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AuthorÕs Note
Perhaps a beneficial effect of the World Trade Center attack was
that it blew my little pervert story, Girl Patrol, right out of existence. A
writer is never happier than when heÕs running away from his writing, and
what better excuse than the events of September 11, and its aftermath,
for me to stop my story?
Alas, Osama Bin Laden will have to get busy again, for my decadent
tale has returned, at least for the moment. Here is chapter 13, which I
thought I might never write.
Andrew Roller Presents
GIRL PATROL
Chapter Thirteen
I sat in the cold and dark rubbing sticks. IÕd never been a boy scout,
and unfortunately none of the girls had been campfire girls or anything
like that. Becky watched me, her large eyes staring at the sticks, waiting
for the flames that would warm her little body... if, that is, I could ever
get a damn spark. Kim got up. She was restless. She seemed a little
worried. Kim was nowhere to be seen. We shouted for her now and then,
but no one shouted back, and the only sound we could hear was that of a
bird, somewhere, hooting in the distant tree or perhaps in a nest in the
tall grass.
We were in the great plains, or something like them. Grassland
seemed to go on forever, there under that dark sky, illuminated now
fitfully by the moon. The ancient satellite seemed to be playing hide and
seek with us, teasing us, showing us our surrounds for a moment only to
dart again behind the clouds. I could hear the grass rustling when the
wind blew. Whole fields were out there. I guess it might have been wheat
once, but it had long since evolved beyond that, into something long and
slightly strange, with occasional little pods of seeds but otherwise just
long and swishy, rippling in the air that seemed to caress it like a lover.
The lovemaking stopped and there was just silence. I rubbed the
sticks harder. I swore under my breath. Suddenly there was a flash of
light, fleeting, here and then gone again.
ÒYou almost got it!Ó Kim shouted, her voice carrying across the open
plain. I rubbed more vigorously still.
ÒHuwwy,Ó Becky said. Her teeth chattered.
ÒIÕm trying,Ó I said. My frustration was evident.
ÒHavenÕt you had lots of practise?Ó Kim asked. There was an
innocence in her voice that failed to warn me what was coming.
ÒPractise?Ó I asked, rubbing harder.
ÒI mean, you didnÕt have a girlfriend until you met us, right?Ó Kim
asked.
ÒRight,Ó I said.
ÒSo you must have rubbed your thing, huh? DonÕt guys do that?Ó Kim
asked. I blushed.
ÒYes, guys do that,Ó I said. In my embarrassment I rubbed even
harder and suddenly there was another spark. A blade of grass swished
helpfully toward my hands and suddenly the spark was on the grass,
lighting it.
ÒFire!Ó Becky yelled gleefully. The grass was dry and soon a
considerable blaze was going, a good three feet in diameter. We crowded
around it, loving it, feeling it warm the air and holding our hands out to it.
Jan appeared out of the darkness. We looked up at her all smiles and
relief, but she held her arm up as if the fire scared her.
ÒLook Jan, fire!Ó Becky yelled.
ÒGosh, itÕs kind of bright, donÕt you think?Ó Jan asked.
ÒFires generally are,Ó Kim answered, pushing even closer to the
flames. Jan held back. I looked at her in the moonlight. She was more
beautiful than ever. I could hardly take my eyes off her. She was a
brunette, and generally I liked blondes best, i.e. Kim, but suddenly I found
myself deciding that Jan was the prettiest after all. Her skin seemed to
glow in the pale white light of the moon, cringing back from the fire. I
couldnÕt put my finger on why she looked so lovely to me, but I found
myself licking my lips, and feeling my crotch harden. Sure, she was just
nine years old, but what a gorgeous chick! Her black leather outfit seemed
to fit more tightly than ever. Her tits seemed plumper, eminently
suckable. Her legs seemed longer, her midriff even more compact, her
belly ever more slender and delicate. With slightly larger breasts she
would put Barbie to shame, I told myself, and that was saying a lot. I
think in that moment if she had asked me to leave the warmth of the fire
and go off with her into the cold dark night I would have, I had, at the
time, no idea why.
Suddenly JanÕs fear of the fire didnÕt seem unusual as the flames
leapt out into the grass. Our three foot circle of flames became six feet.
A moment later it was nine, and we were running.
ÒFire! Fire!Ó Becky screamed, and she wasnÕt happy any more. We
ran downstream, the flames seeming to chase us. A gust of breeze and the
nine foot wide circle became 12, and Jan was out ahead of us, fleeing
almost as fast as the breeze itself.
ÒGood God! The thingÕs out of control!Ó Kim screamed to me.
ÒI know!Ó I answered. The flames roared behind us and I broke out
into a sweat. The wraith vampires had failed to get us, the werewolves
had died trying, but this inanimate thing just might succeed. It was
turning into a monster behind us, fueled by nothing but dry grass, and
occasional gusts of wind.
We stumbled into the river. It was our only hope. We found
ourselves enveloped in smoke and had to swim out farther. I grabbed hold
of Becky as she struggled, weary after a long day, to stay afloat. Kim
dogpaddled toward me. Jan did too, and I reached out for her, having a
choice between the two, choosing Jan because she was so fucking lovely.
Kim, despite being a blonde, would have to fend for herself, at least until I
got Jan safely beside me.
ÒThanks,Ó Jan said, as I drew her close, holding Becky with my other
hand.
ÒSure,Ó I huffed, struggling to make sure I kept my head above water
as I coped with the added weight of the two girls. Jan got very close to
me, smiling broadly, and I wanted to kiss her wet lovely lips, despite
coughing a little at the thick smoke billowing over us as we splashed
farther out into the river.
It was then that I noticed Jan wasnÕt breathing. She was swimming
hard, doing a kind of dog paddle, but there was nothing moving out of her
mouth. Or in, either. She just smiled and seemed to bob on the water,
exerting herself but not needing any air, not coughing from all the smoke
either.
Then I noticed her fangs. And a moment later her smiling so-
kissable lips were up against my neck. I felt a sharp pain. I blacked out
for a moment, and lost hold of Becky. I felt my heart jump, as if missing a
beat, and to my alarm it seemed as if my life force were being drained
from me. In the distance I heard Kim scream, and it sounded as if little
Becky were drowning, gurgling sounds coming from somewhere on my left,
where she had been just a moment before.
I yelled. I struggled. Kim hung on tight, like a leech. Then I blacked
out again, drowning in darkness, breathing in water where before there
had been smoke-laden air.
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