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Gay studies?
Feminist studies?
African-American studies?
no...
Continuing the great tradition of PEDOPHILE literature it's...
Andrew Roller Presents
GIRL PATROL
Chapter Fourteen
I shouted but nobody seemed to hear. I felt the life blood
draining from me. The river rushed past me, as if uncaring, perhaps
waiting for me to lose my strength and sink down into its black depths.
Along the bank the fire burned, pushed along by the breeze, the grass
erupting into flames, a pent up anger seemingly rising from the long
blades of grass as the fire touched them.
I tried to get Jan's body off me but she was too agile, too
greedy, a little lioness fixed upon her prey. I felt my muscles
weaken. I could no longer keep my head above the water. An odd
detachment suddenly consumed me, as if this were some swimming pool
game. Except I was losing. This was the second time in twelve hours
that the river was taking me under, and this time I wasn't going to make
it. I cried out. Water came pouring into my mouth and I spluttered,
went under, Jan above me as the river swallowed me.
Suddenly there was a scream above me. Jan released her hold on
my neck. I saw fire, seemingly right above me. I splashed upward and
blew the water from my mouth. I was on the surface again. But the fire
was right in my face! Then it passed sideways, and I realized it was
not the entire conflagration in front of me but only a stick. Little
Becky, who I thought had drowned, was holding the stick. She was dog
paddling in the water and waving the stick back and forth. It burned
hot in the night, and Jan was nowhere to be seen.
"Thanks!" I gasped.
"Certoinly," Becky spluttered, barely able to keep her head
above water as she held the stick. Kim came swimming up.
"That bitch! She bit your neck!" Kim said. Solicitously she
drew close and examined me. She told me I had two bite marks in the
right side of my neck. They were bleeding. Becky dropped the torch in
the water and it dimmed, floated away from us, following the river
downstream. She came close and touched my bleeding neck with one of her
fingers.
"Oooh! Does it hurt?" Becky asked.
"Yeah. Some," I answered. Kim put her hand to it and grasped
my shoulder at the same time to stay afloat. She put pressure on my
neck with her wet hand to try to stop the bleeding. Supporting Kim with
my shoulder, I reached out and grabbed Becky, lest she be swept
downriver away from us and possibly go under again.
"You were drowning," I said to Becky.
"Oh. Yeah. But I remembered how to swim when I was underwater
and swam to the bank," Becky said. I smiled and hugged her. She smiled
back at me. I remembered how Becky had saved us from the wolves, with
her underwater swimming. This was the second time today that she'd
saved us!
"But what happened to Jan?" I asked.
"I dunno," Kim gasped.
"She's a vampire!" Becky said, wide-eyed.
"But she wasn't a while ago," I insisted.
"Twue," Becky said, a little water getting in her mouth as she
spoke. I looked toward the shore, where Becky had found the stick and
put it to the flames, or found it already burning. I guess we were a
little downstream now. The river was pushing us along. But the fire
was raging along with us, burning the grass as it went.
"We better try to stay afloat in the river, at least for a
little while," I told the girls. I held them close. "It's going to be
pretty cold." Kim looked at the bank and said,
"This is stupid. We're freezing in the river but the bank is
burning up!"
"We could go to the other side," Becky said. I turned. I
looked into the blackness of the night, the blacker river flowing all
around us. Moonlight played on the opposite shore, seemingly beckoning
us with its placid light.
"The river's too wide," I said. That bank was far away. "We'd
never make it," I concluded.
"Plus, there could be wolves there, stupid," Kim told Becky.
The little girl pouted. I looked down at Becky, who had saved us twice,
and tried to cheer her up.
"It was a good idea," I told Becky. I looked at Kim. "Try not
to insult her when she's just trying to help."
"Sure. I don't mind getting eaten," Kim answered, a little
insouciant.
"Let's just float along and hug each other and try not to
freeze to death," I said. I hugged the girls and they hugged me. And
as I felt their small slender bodies pressing against me, still wearing
their Frederick's of Hollywood costumes, I didn't feel entirely sad or
afraid. They were gorgeous little girls! Soft and admittedly wet, with
their soaked hair clinging to their faces and trailing down into the
water, but naked too, with Kim's young growing breasts pressing against
me, her long legs wrapping about my waist and clinging to me, Becky
groping me infant-like as she burbled and struggled to keep her head
above water. I reached behind Becky and grabbed her bottom. So soft!
I cupped her with my hands to make sure our little heroine didn't drown,
even as her older sister clasped my neck. For a bachelor who used to
live alone, in his parent's old house no less, this life wasn't entirely
bad. For once I wasn't depending on my dead mom and dad, and I had two
little beauties with me!
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