Parker: Fore Closure 2

Elaine shuddered and parted her lips...

He takes a deep breath.

The pain in his chest has blossomed into a steady throbbing, alternating with short, sharp pains. He thinks about calling the doctor, but feels foolish doing so about something that is likely no more than a bad case of heartburn. He decides to wait a couple of hours until his wife gets home; if it's still bad then, he'll head down to the clinic... aaaclinicaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaatoaaaaaaaaaatoaaaaaaaatheaaaaaaaaclinicaaaaaaaaaaaaacaaaaaalaaaaiaaaaaaana aaaaaacaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaatoaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaatheaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaacliniaaaaaaaa acaaaacaaaacaaacaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaa<"Well,aaaaraaaiaaaaaaan, "aa you aave it?"a aaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaa"Iave got ia. One stolen aaglish exam paper for Stacy Richards. And my monea?">

There was a brief moment of silence, anaaaaey the sound of paper being crinkled. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

<"It's all there; you don't have to worry abaaa aaat... now or in the future."

"Fine, It's all yours."

"Thanks.">aaaaa

The voices fell silent, and she heard a door slam: the shop door slamming when she left the room. The hiss slowly faded as the recording came to halt.

Stacy went limp, yearbook forgotten; magazines forgotten... Nothing mattered any more. How could that one incident of cheating on the math test have brought her to this? She brought her hands up to cover her face.

The school principal hit the "stop" button. He looked over at her, struggling to hold back a smile.

"I think you know what this means young lady," he told her.

She knew. Oh... she knew.

Ms. Peabody, still keeping her hand firmly on the blonde teenager's shoulder, bent down put her lips to Stacy's ear. "Summerschool," she whispered. Her tongue flicked out and licked at Stacy's ear.

"I'm sure," Dr. Grossman continued, watching with glee as his secretary slid her hands down and began mauling the breasts of the unresisting teenager, "that this summer will be a learning experience for all of us..." aaaaaaaaale arnaaaaaaaaaaingaaaaaaaaaaaaaeaaaaaaaxaaaaperaaaaaaaaaaiaaaaaeaaaaaaaaanceaaaa aaaaaaaaaaafoeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaallaaaaaaaaaaaa allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaofaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaausaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa usaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

"Mmmmm..."

Helpless to do otherwise, Elaine abandoned herself to sensation. The teenage girl's warm, probing tongue slithered and sucked at her throbbing clit, sending deep waves of pleasure rolling and swelling out from the warm, wet swamp of her exposed crotch. Her eyes closed, Bobby's lips and tongue became Richard's, familiar and welcome in her open, panting mouth.

"Ooooo..."

Her white blouse hung, tattered and sweat-soaked off her arms, leaving her effectively naked from the waist up. If possible, the interior of the car had become even hotter, and her breasts glistened and jiggled, wet and shiny in the half light that seeped in through the dirty, rain and swamp splattered windows, nipples hard and red under Richard/Bobby's rough, groping hands.

"I knew it," Bobby breathed, breaking a kiss, "You are a hot little slut, ain't ya?"

Elaine let out a little moan, but didn't answer.

Eyes closed...

Seeking Richard in her mind's eye...

A hand griped her chin. "I said, 'you're a hot little slut, ain't ya?'" Frightened back to reality, she opened her eyes. Bobby's face was inches from her own. "Ain't ya?"

Whimpering, the young lawyer nodded.

Tell him what he wanted.

"Tell me!"

"I... I'm a... h-hot little... oh" she let out a little squeal as Becky's tongue found a particularly sensitive spot. "...s-slut." She squirmed in the seat, pushing her pussy into the teenager's face. "I'm a hot little... slut."

Bobby nodded, his hands toying with her nipples. "That's right. And h-hot little sluts need to be fucked, don't they?"

Elaine stared at him.

Bobby tightened his grip, squeezing a nipple.

"Ahhhh..."

The young woman twisted beneath him.

"Don't they?"

She nodded. "H-hot little sluts... n-need to be... f-fucked," she mumbled.

Bobby grinned. "You wanna be fucked?"

Elaine felt a wave of resignation pull her under. She had known that this was coming for some time now, ever since Bobby had pulled the knife. She hadn't foreseen all of the other stuff with Becky and the necking... and the wonderful feel of the girl's tongue on her pussy... but the end result had been predictable.

Rape.

Get it over with...

She nodded miserably, a sob escaping her lips. "P-please," she sobbed. "F-fuck me Bobby."

The boy grinned. "I knew it. The moment I saw you at the gas station. A high and mighty lawyer. But I knew you were just another slut."

Elaine frowned. The gas station? But that meant...

Bobby continued to speak, derailing her train of thought. "Here's the deal," he told her, reaching down to push his sister away from the young lawyer's crotch. Becky let out a quiet whimper, but didn't say anything. She just sat in silence, her face glistening with sweat and pussy juice, watching from the car floor. "We're gonna be in Manning in 'bout ten minutes or so," he gestured vaguely out the opaque windows. "I'm gonna sit back here and you're gonna climb on and fuck my brains out like the dirty little slut you are. If y'make me come before we get into town, we'll say goodbye and we'll let you out where ya like. If y'don't... well, maybe we'll need a little more time together. Got it?"

Elaine sniffed and nodded, pushing a strand of sweat damp, brown hair out of her face.

She understood.

Grinning, Bobby leaned back in the seat and crossed his hands behind his head. He nodded down at his crotch, where his cock, hard and wet, sat waiting. "Git to it, then. Only ten minutes."

Elaine swallowed, gathering her courage.

She could do this.

Just fuck the bastard and get the hell out of here.

That was all.

Taking a deep breath, the young woman pushed her ass off up the seat and swung one leg over her captor's lap. Keeping her back to him - no need to look at him any more than she absolutely had to - she settled back against him, moaning in fear and... lust as his cock nestled in between her legs. She froze for a moment, staring at it; at the angle she was sitting, it might well have been an appendage of her own body.

"Do it." Elaine looked down. Becky stared up at her from the floor of the car, blue eyes wide and wet under blonde curls. "Fuck 'm," she whispered. "We're almost there."

Elaine closed her eyes, reached down and slipped her fingers around Bobby's massive cock. It jumped and twitched in her hand, coming alive as she raised her crotch and positioned it against the opening to her sopping pussy. Gritting her teeth, she spread her legs and allowed herself to sink down onto it, groaning softly as the cock slowly filled her.

Behind her, Bobby let out a moan.

Becky smiled.

"Fuck 'm."

Grimacing, Elaine braced her long, slender legs against the car seat and began to slide herself up and down on her captor's cock, drawing herself up as far as she could and then allowing herself to sink back down, swallowing it to the hilt. Becky's tongue had done its job well and her pussy was wet enough to take even Bobby's huge cock with little or no pain. In fact, the sensations which surged through her body as she bobbed up and down had nothing to do with pain.

"Ohhh..."

A quite moan escaped her lips and she slowly picked up speed. The sensation of the massive cock sliding in and out... in and out... its veined exterior rubbing against her burning clit...

"Mmmmm..."

Elaine leaned backwards, gasping in pleasure as Bobby's hands snaked around to grasp and knead her jiggling breasts. Sweat trickled and then flowed down her glowing, wet skin as she bounced and shook and shuddered on her captor's lap. Her fear was gone now, replaced by the impendence of the orgasm growing in her crotch...

"Oh, you slut..."

"Ahhh..."

"Almost there," Becky called out. "Fuck'm!"

Almost blind with lust... desperate to make her captor come before they reached town... and equally desperate to come herself, Elaine turned her head and opened her mouth, her tongue seeking his. Bobby complied, fastening his lips against her's and meeting her tongue thrust for thrust. Hoarse, guttural moans sounded deep in the young woman's throat as she abandoned herself completely. She bounced and shook and bucked wildly on her captor's impaling cock, pulling herself up and driving it in as deeply as she could, all the while twisting and whining against him, plunging her tongue into his mouth and sucking wildly at his spit. Her small, firm breasts jiggled and bounced in his grip, nipples hard and swollen.

"Fuck..."

Bobby let out a moan.

Elaine felt the telltale swelling of his cock.

He was going to come.

Finally.

"Oh god..."

She could feel it build in herself as well...

"I'm coming!" Bobby gripped her breasts and pulled her tightly against him. "Fuck... I'm coming!"

Desperate to come herself, she dropped her hands down to her crotch and began rubbing furiously... trying... trying...

"Fuck 'm!"

"Ohhhhhh... yesss....."

Bobby stiffened and then she felt the warmth of his cum spurting into her overheated pussy. The sensation sent her over the edge. Letting out a scream of pure lust, she bounced and bucked as best she could in Bobby's grip, tossing her head back in forth in blind ecstasy as a massive orgasm ripped through her battered, sweat soaked body. Wave after wave of dark lust swept through her as she felt Bobby's cock spray its hot cum inside of her...

Finally, it was over.

When she opened her eyes, the car had stopped.

Bobby's cock had slid free of her pussy and now rested on the inside of her thigh, a white trail of cum trickling out onto her bruised skin. Confused, she looked up, peering out of the windows. The rain had let up a bit, and she could make out their surroundings... an old mobile home in a small clearing in the swamp... a rusted pickup truck on blocks beside it...

What...

The woman in the front seat turned, grinning.

"We're home."

"Mmmph..."

Stacy gasped for air as Dr. Grossman plunged his fat, greasy cock in and out of her aching mouth. The blonde teenager was bent double over the principal's desk, slurping and sucking on the man's cock while the secretary, Ms. Peabody, stood behind her, holding her in place with one hand and running the cold, bony fingers of her other hand over the captive teenager's bare, squirming ass.

"Oh my..." The older woman was muttering to herself as she mauled the helpless student... "what a lovely backside... so firm and red... I wonder..."

Stacy did her best to ignore the woman's words, concentrating instead on the task at hand. Get him to come quickly and get the hell out of here. Maybe she'd be able to...

Something happened.

Dr. Grossman stopped moving his hips and his cock, suddenly limp, fell away from her mouth. Ms. Peabody's hands slid down and then left her body. Puzzled, Stacy looked up. Everything looking kind of... well, weird. The school principal was sitting in his chair, eyes open, staring straight ahead. The teenager turned her head to see that Ms. Peabody was in much the same state: standing, arms limp at her side, staring.

Cautiously, Stacy pushed herself away from the desk and stood up. The blonde teenager looked around as she straightened her blouse and skirt. Something had happened. Something felt... different...

She wandered out of the office and into the hallway. Students stood, not frozen, but limp, staring... silent... what...

Then, suddenly, she knew.

She'd always known, but just hadn't expected it to happen.

How could it have?

It didn't matter.

It finally had.

A tiny smile touched her lips as she turned and walked purposefully down a hallway. Towards a particular room.

That was where the bastard would be...

"Daddy! Daddy!"

Randall Eckhart looked up and grinned as his daughter, Becky, ran down the lane towards him, blonde hair flying in the breeze. He barely recognized her; the two years he'd spent as an inmate at Point Hope had been a lifetime.

"How y'doing, Beck?" he asked.

"Daddy!"

She rushed into his arms.

They hugged for a moment. Then the teenager grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the family's home, gossip flowing from her mouth like water from a spring. Echkart looked around... taking in the smell of the swamp... the sight of the old, mobile home... the kennels out back...

It was good to be home.

"Hello Randall." Eckhart turned his head to see his wife, Jessie, walking towards him from the chicken coops, a pail in her hand. "I didn't know you were due out already."

The man shrugged. "Wanted to surprise you."

His wife grinned. "You did."

They hugged.

And then...

"Daddy."

Randall Eckhart turned and, for the second time that day, was struck by how much a child of his had grown up in his absence. Bobby Eckhart walked out from inside the mobile home.

"Good to see you, son."

Becky jumped up and down, barely able to conceal her excitement "Tell him! Tell him."

Eckhart looked around. "Tell me what?"

His wife supplied the answer: "Our Bobby's a married man now?"

"What?" That hadn't been in any of the letters.

"Yup," Bobby confirmed, grinning. "Almost four months now. Just a second." He turned towards the mobile home. "Ellie May," he called. "You git yourself out here right now."

Eckhart watched in silence as the screen door swung open and a girl walked out. She was barefoot, dressed in a pair of tight, cutt-off jean shorts and one of Bobby's old shirts tied under her breasts to form a rough tank top. Her light brown hair fell in greasy tangles over her shoulders, half covering her face as she walked, eyes turned downward, towards her waiting husband and his family. Bobby slipped his arm over her shoulder and cupped her breast, pulling her against him. "Daddy," he said proudly, "this here's Ellie May. My wife." He looked sternly down at the girl. "Say hello to my Daddy, now."

The girl looked up, her brown eyes half hidden under her bang. "Hello, sir," the girl said, her voice a whisper. She turned her eyes downward again.

Eckhart raised his eyebrows in puzzlement. "She's not from around here," he said, noting her accent.

"No sir," Bobby grinned proudly. "She's from up north. A lawyer."

Eckhart frowned.

He hated lawyers.

"It's alright," Jessie told him. "You'll like this. She was workin' for the bank that loaned us money a few years back when you went inside. Was on her way to Manning to take our property away from us. Bobby was workin' at the station off the interstate. He figured out who she was and set it up so her car'd run down on Old Mill Road." The woman smiled. "Her car went to make the mortgage payment and she's been with us ever since."

"But..."

"And now she's part of the family. Even helps out with the bills by sellin' herself in town. Only blowjobs and handjobs, but it makes the mortgage payments."

"But..."

"And I'm gonna have a little cousin!" Becky cried out, unable to contain herself any further. "Bobby 'n Ellie May are havin' a baby." Stunned, Eckhart turned his gaze to the girl's stomach. There *was* a bit of a bulge.

Again, his wife explained: "Once we found out she was pregnant, Bobby wanted to marry her. We got Reverend Tyler to do it. He didn't care noways where she was from or what was happening. He even helped us get some papers for her." The woman gazed fondly at her daughter in law. "She's just Ellie May Eckhart now, isn't that right girl?"

"Yes'm."

"An' right happy with it."

"Yes'm."

Eckhart swallowed. Hedddddddddddddddddddddddddddddthepainindhischestgetsw orsegetsworsegetsworsegetsworsegetsworsegetsworsegetsworsegetsworsedddpainpain painapainpainapinadddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd dddddddddddddddd

He looked around.

It was a high school classroom.

Confused, he walked over to the long row of windows which covered one of the classroom walls and peered out, trying to figure out where he was. The window looked out onto a couple of green football fields, surrounded by running tracks and, farther away, a set of bleachers. Beyond that, a block of ranch style houses stretched into the distance.

He frowned. The landscape certainly didn't look familiar.

Where was he?

Looking closer, he saw that there were dozens of teenagers, probably students, scattered about on the fields and closer to the school. But they weren't moving; they just stood there. The whole scene had a pale, washed-out look about it, as if some capricious sort of god had suddenly reached down and sucked the energy right out the world.

Or maybe it had just run down.

Nothing more to say.

"Look familiar?"

Startled, he turned around.

A teenage girl stood in the doorway. Her shoulder length blonde hair framing an exquisite, almost elfin face, with large green eyes, pert nose and thick, pouty lips, all carried gracefully on a slender, small-boned body. He felt his cock stirring in his pants. This girl looked like she'd stepped fresh from his high school dreams.

A thousand clever things to say ran through his mind. He opened his mouth: "Uhhmmmm... no... I don't think so."

The girl smirked. "You should." She walked into the classroom. "Let me refresh your memory."

<<<< Neil was the one to notice it: Stacy Richards cheating on an examination! He nudged his friend Gary and pointed towards the front of the class.

"Check it out," he whispered.

Gary saw, but couldn't believe what he was seeing. Stacy Richards - the ice-queen cock tease of the senior class at Greenwood High - was staring intently at a slip of paper hidden on her desk under the exam. Just then, Mr.Edgar, the teacher, coughed quietly and shifted position in his seat at the front of the class. Stacy quickly pushed the cheat-sheet back under the exam paper and looked up guiltily, her face flushing a pretty shade of red. If Mr.Edgar had glanced over at her at that moment he would certainly have known that something was wrong with her. But why would he be checking out Stacy Richards, who had been getting straight A grades ever since she had begun attending Greenwood High four years ago?>>>>

The scene faded away.

He stared, speechless. What the hell...

"Remember now?" The girl - Stacy Richards, it had to be Stacy - walked forward. "This room was where it all started. All the Parker stories. You sat down and wrote those lines." She pointed towards a desk. "That's where I was sitting." She pointed across the room. "Neil and Gary were over there." She turned to him. "This was where the whole thing started... the blackmail, the drugs... the rapes. My life was pretty much fucked up in this room."

He stood, speechless.

Stacy stared at him. "Nothing to say?"

"I... uh..."

"Why so silent? You had plenty to say in the story. How about this?"

<<<< Sharon paused and looked Stacy up and down as the bitch crouched, wailing, on the coffee table. Her blonde hair was matted with sweat and cum; her face, once beautiful, was red and splotchy with tears and sperm; her lithe body was bruised and caked with dried sperm. And, all the while, her left hand continuously frigged at her exposed pussy, the metal charm bracelet glinting mockingly in the light.

"Slut."

Sharon looked up at the football players standing at the back of the room. To a man, they were hard again.

"She's all yours," she said, smirking. "Just get her back in one piece." She turned and walked out the front door.

"Nooooo!!" The blonde bitch broke down, sobbing and crying as the members of the football team moved towards her.>>>>

Stacy looked at him.

He shifted uncomfortably. "I... but that was just... you know... a story. Didn't really happen."

The blonde girl sneered. She opened her mouth, but before she could speak, another voice sounded from the entrance to the classroom.

"What about me?"

Stacy and Parker both turned to see a short, brown haired girl walk into the room. She was dressed like a comic strip hooker: a tight tank top around the full swell of her breasts; an ultra short miniskirt; bare, bruise-spotted legs trailing down to a pair of bright red "fuck me" pumps.

"Who..."

"My name's 'Sandra Little'," she told them, walking slowly forward, a half smile, half smirk almost touching her lips. "Or, at least it was. I'm known as 'Squealer' now." She looked directly at Parker. "You must remember me."

He was again speechless, staring at the brunette in frank astonishment. "I... uh..."

A sneer blossomed on her face. "Remember this?"

<<<< A few moments later, she felt naked flesh against her upper legs. Before she fully realized what was going to happen, she was overwhelmed with pain as the man behind her rammed his thick cock straight up her partially lubricated asshole with one brutal shove. The pain was unbelievable; she felt as though she was being split in two.

"AAaahhhhh...." She let out a long wail as the man on the couch removed his hand from her mouth.

"How d'you like that whore?" he asked, laughing.

"Nnooooooo.... please... please..." All pride forgotten, she begged piteously for release. "Ooohhhh... it hurts," she cried. The man behind her shifted slightly, pulled back so that only the head of his cock remained inside her anus, and then brutally shoved forward again.

Sandy squealed loudly at the sharp pain of this repeated intrusion. The people in the room laughed. "That's good," the man on the couch grinned. "That's good. Just like a pig. Do it again little pig-slut." Sandy shook her head in abject refusal, still panting and groaning with pain. In response to this refusal, the man on the couch made a gesture, and the thug repeated his actions, pulling slowly back and then ramming his cock up her tight asshole. Sandy, sweating with pain, tried to remain silent and endure the pain, the humiliation, but it was too much. Shuddering, eyes wide with panic at the intrusion, she moaned and cried with pain.

"Squeal," she was told, "and I'll get him to stop moving."

Anything.

Anything to stop the movement of the cock in her ass.

"Squeee... squeee..." She started quietly, but quickly picked up volume as the man fucking her asshole slowly pulled back out. When he rammed his cock back in, her squeals took on a loud, panicked sound. Damp with sweat, she squirms and squealed for all s?e was worth. Everyone laughed as the white girl squealed loudly on the floor in front of them. But Sandy didn't care. All she knew was that the man raping her asshole had -finally - stopped moving, leaving his cock fully sheathed in her twitching asshole.

>>>"Squeee...">a>

"I was a medical student." She stared at him. "You turned me into a whore."

Parker regained his voice. "Well... yes... maybe I did. I guess. But it was only a story. Fiction. Get it? It... and you... and you..." He gestured at Stacy. "...came from my imagination. It's only words on a computer screen." He looked back and forth between the two girls. "It didn't really happen."

"It felt real enough."

A new voice. All three turned to see a third girl enter the room. She had long, jet black hair, teased up in a wild, sluttish cascade over the back of her head and down over her shoulders. Like Sandra Little, she was dressed like a comic book slut. "Hello Parker." She spoke in a cartoon bimbo voice. "Remember Jennie? Jennie Fucktoy?"

"Ahh..."

"How about me?"

Another girl entered the room, a tall, willowy blonde girl, with pale blue eyes, wearing a revealing maid's outfit. Parker recognized her immediately: Charlotte.

He'd never given her a second name.

"And me?"

He didn't recognize the girl, but the two young, half black children told him who she was: Lara.

"How about us?"

A tall, blonde "California Beach Girl" type walked in, leading an older woman by a leash. The older woman was naked except for a diaper: Pamela Brown, nee "Pam Pam".

The women were now filing into the room too fast to be recognized. Parker slowly backed up against the teacher's desk as the room filled up, a dull pain throbbing in his chest. Annie Speers... Lady Jane Greystone... even Elaine Mayfield, her belly now swollen with pregnancy... they were all there.

Had he really written all those stories?

Where had he found the time?

This was getting too weird. "Bloody hell," he muttered to himself, surveying the room. "What is this? A fucking 'Twilight Zone' episode?"

Stacy, now directly in front of him, laughed. "Oh no," she giggled. "That's just television. This is real."

Parker shook his head. "No," he protested. "It isn't." He looked around wildly as Stacy and the other women slowly moved forward, crowding up against him. "This isn't real. I made it all up."

He turned away, trying to slide over the desk, but his arms were caught. One was held by a teenage boy dressed as a beautiful girl and the other by a large, rough looking man, his stomach hideously distended. "Goin' somewhere?" the man growled.

Twisting helplessly in their grip, Parker could do nothing but stare as Stacy walked right up to him. Green eyes shining, she reached down and undid his jeans. The pain in his chest grew as she lowered his pants and underwear and began coaxing his penis into erection. "Do you like this?" she whispered. "Does it feel real?"

He groaned.

It felt real.

"How about this?" The tall, black haired girl stepped forward. She held a long, metallic device with a plastic handle. He recognized it immediately from his stories.

A cattle prod.

Giggling, the black haired girl placed it against his balls.

"I... I..." He looked around at all of the characters... the victims... with which he had populated his stories... Cindy... Rachel, her prison garb splattered with cum... Melissa... Lara, with her two children... "I didn't... I mean..."

"Speechless?" Stacy mocked him. "After all those stories... all those words... you have nothing to say to us?"

"I..." The pain in his chest grew. "I... didn't know. I didn't know you would be... be here... I didn't think it was... was real..." He looked at Stacy.

God, she was beautiful.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know."

The blonde giggled. Her hand left his rock hard penis as she stood on her toes and leaned into his face. Smiling, she brought her lips to his for a short kiss. Then, whispering, "Here's the secret: It's only as real as you make it. You're writing this. You're doing it to yourself."

One last giggle.

"You sick fuck."

She moved away and nodded at the black haired girl.

Parker opened his mouth to say something, but a sudden, intense burst of pain erupted in his crotch and shot into his chest where it exploded into dddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd dddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd dddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd dddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd dddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd dddddd

She closes the door.

"Peter," she calls. "I'm home."

No answer.

She walks down the hallway and looks into the living room.

Not there.

She goes through the kitchen, down the stairs into the den.

She sees him. He is slumped over his desk in front of his computer, one hand resting limply on the keyboard. The letter "d" shoots across the screen, left to right, again and again and again...

"Peter?"

A cold finger of dread slides down her spine. "Peter?" She walks forward. He looks so... limp?

"Peter, are you alright?"

She touches the back of his neck.

Cold.

Frightened, she reaches down and pulls his hand off the keyboard

rcdemwkgfn@sirtcweusbzpu.ak mkoiesokd@wjrinjtfevdks.wn niryhekxnpp@auowffgvra.ax ghpewfr@zpmfci.vr xtvopbvywoyykxe@nkrucvvt.jb uwputhrgzsdxor@nbutyiepdim.yb zzqxomrxc@wvdvkwszyptw.xz chydiuejm@zxvxbu.ty pjwiiwzduzcgbjge@cjeoogkid.pe ngpweyh@xkwyqeazkgw.os

Horoscope