****** The Shooting by G-Boy ******
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The Shooting


Two weeks before the Christmas holidays, Asbury High School got a new student.
Kelly Pays, an anorexic looking seventeen-year-old brunette. This was her
fourth high school in as many years. Her first school expelled her for drug
use; her second politely declined to ask her to return, even though the fire
was never proven to be her fault. The third strongly suggested psychiatric help
for the unruly child. Mr. Ritter frowned deeply as he flipped through the
child's records, and looked over his half-moon glasses at her mother, Erin
Pays. Mrs. Pays fidgeted with her handbag. Even with the promise of a
substantial grant, he was reluctant to admit the child. He glanced over at the
girl. Her top was cut short, exposing her midriff and a pierced navel. The top
was tight enough that he could see that her small breasts were pierced as well.
Her skirt was ridiculously short, and she smirked when she flashed her hairy
crotch at him. Nonchalantly, she scratched her hairy armpit. Her mother slapped
her hand down, which elicited an angry glare from the sullen girl. If she had
not looked so angry, so defiant, she may have been pretty. Her cheekbones were
high on her face. One eyebrow covered both eyes; Her long hair hung in oily
strings down her head and into her flat brown eyes. Thick lips hid perfect
white teeth, which her parents had paid twelve thousand dollars on. When she
stood, she was almost six feet tall.

"Mrs. Pays, I cannot help but wonder what you think we could do, with her, ah,
academic, ah, performance being what it is," he began.

"Duh, take the money, give me an education," the child giggled.

"Shush," her mother said. "I understand your hesitation, Mr. Ritter, but, we
were hoping a school with such a record of, ah, taking young people and turning
them into high achievers, could do what the others had failed to do," Mrs. Pays
continued, laying it on thick.

"Getting the old nose brown there, Mom," her daughter muttered, and looked out
the window.

She splaid her legs wide. Outside the window, she watched as two boys, a tall
brown haired boy and his blonde friend threw a football back and forth. The
brunette looked delicious to her. Tall, muscular, with light blue eyes and
ready smile. Her hand trailed down to her moistening cunt. Her mother snatched
her hand away.

Adam Potter yelled friendly insults at the star quarterback, Paul Robertson.
They tossed the ball back and forth, unaware that they were being watched. If
they had been aware of it, they would have hammed it up, always loving an
audience. They did have an audience that they knew of, Adam's sister, Cindy,
and her best friend, Lindy Carter, but they ignored them. The girls sat and
talked and giggled, until Danni, another friend, and her boyfriend, Cordell
Wilson came along. Cordell joined the two boys, and the game really picked up
intensity. So did the gossiping of the three girls. And so did the hungry eyes
behind the plate glass window.

"Mrs. Pays, I will review these records further, and get back to you with my
decision," Mr. Ritter promised.

"I want to go here," Kelly announced.

Mr. Ritter and Mrs. Pays looked at her with surprise. It was the first positive
thing she'd said all hour. She stood up and stretched.

She watched in interest as a scrawny red head came along, and sat down under
the window. For the first time, she saw the three pretty girls sitting there.

"Hi, Brian," Lindy shyly said.

"Hi, squirt," he smiled.

"Stop calling me that!" she shrieked and slapped his arm.

Mr. Ritter smiled as he saw the activity outside his window. Childless, he
considered every student at Asbury as his own. Cindy Potter, a breathtaking
blonde of five feet, five inches, with her heart shaped face and pouting lips,
was one of his favorites. Her body, thirty six-C breasts, twenty eight-inch
waist and thirty four-inch hips that led down to long legs, was not the reason
that Mr. Ritter liked her so well. Despite her beauty, Cindy was a straight A
student, and so loving and friendly to all but the most obnoxious of students.
He looked at Cindy's friend, Belinda, Lindy, Carter. The four foot ten inch
girl was a slight opposite to Cindy. Pale skinned, with a head full of dark
cascades, large dark eyes sat on a round face that held a small nose and small
mouth. Her body looked as if someone had pinched it in half, and the two halves
forgot to grow back together. Thirty eight-D breasts, twenty-inch waist an
thirty-seven inch hips on short but muscular legs.

He smiled warmly at the small girl. He'd rigged the Homecoming Queen election
when he'd heard that Cindy had campaigned heavily for Lindy to win. Cindy had
received the most votes, a landslide, actually, two hundred and ten votes out
of three hundred. Because she'd tried so hard to get someone else elected, the
students had voted for her out of admiration. For the rest of eternity, though,
the yearbook pictures would show a beautiful, overwhelmed Belinda Carter as the
Homecoming Queen.

"I'll get back to you," he told Erin Pays, and helped them slip their coats on.

They walked out of the office into the cold December air. Erin Pays looked at
the small gathering of students and smiled hopefully. The students at this
public school seemed to be well behaved, energetic, hopeful of the future.

"I swear, Brian, you call me that one more time, I'll beat you up," Lindy
yelled.

"God, I wonder how old that little girl is," Erin wondered.

"I wonder if those tits are real," Kelly sneered.

"Kelly! Really!" Erin snapped, the smile fading.

Mr. Ritter reviewed the records and called a few people. Because of so many
state and federal restrictions, he wasn't able to find out much more than the
simple forms told him. He didn't think that they'd be able to do much for this
child, but he had a philosophy that most children will excel if they know that
someone expects them to, and believes them capable of it. Plus, a few thousand
dollars invested into the new gymnasium wouldn't hurt. And, he'd read somewhere
about computers that could help the visually impaired. He had a student on his
waiting list that was completely blind. He called Brian Jacobson over. The red
head boy was a computer whiz, and would be able to tell him more, maybe even
set it up for him.

Grover Pays barely heard his wife's enthusiastic reviews of Asbury High School.
He'd long ago quit listening to her, especially where their only child was
concerned. He stared and nodded. How had such a self-sufficient and proud woman
allowed herself to become such a jelly?

He'd been born into Texas oil money. His daddy, Buford Pays had worked his way
from a lowly welder, a spark idiot in the fifties, to having his own welding
shop, that employed well over two hundred spark idiots, and supplied welding
tools for those that did not work directly for Pays Welding. His oldest son,
Buford, Junior, was now the chief executive officer. His youngest son, Grover,
was told to try to strike out on his own, and if he couldn't, well, then, the
company would find a place for him. He worked as a roughneck, a roustabout, a
mud logger, and on all of the rigs, he noticed that garbage was a problem. In
the seventies, the environmentalists, never a fan of off-shore drilling, began
to crack down on illegal dumping. With seventy five thousand dollars, he bought
two long boats and two barges. The oil field was more than happy to use
Grover's solution; Buford Pays was a well known and well respected man. By
1978, Grover was a multimillionaire, with twenty boats and barges.

Erin Reynolds was a twenty year old college student at Texas A&M, working
nights at Boots Lounge, a good place to get a real steak, and a great place to
ogle female flesh. The waitresses wore ridiculously short shorts and breasts
covered by two silver stars. Because of its good food, it was a hangout for oil
field trash. She ran a finger through her short brown hair, and plastered a
smile on her face. She hated the job, but it paid great in tips; wages were
almost nothing, a dollar twenty five an hour. She approached yet another table
of loud, rowdy patrons with fast hands.

"Let me get this right, Grover. You're going up two hundred dollars a ton?" the
older man was frowning at the thirty year old man with the head full of gray
streaked hair.

The younger man flashed a set of white teeth.

"Jimmy, I'm telling you, New Jersey's going up on dumping fees, unless I pay,
the shit stays on the barges. It's pure economics. Their prices go up, mine go
up," Grover patiently explained.

"Two hundred, though? That's robbery!" Jimmy roared.

"Good evening, gentlemen," Erin said, cheerfully.

Grover looked up. The smile was there, but the eyes weren't in it. She held
herself with dignity, unlike most of the waitresses here, that would bend over
and flaunt themselves in hopes for a larger tip. She stood straight and watched
what was going on around her.

"Give me a shit sandwich," Jimmy growled. "Son of a bitch is making me eat
shit, anyway."

"Two filet mignon, miss, and two beers. I want mine rare, how you like your's,
Jimmy?" Grover smiled.

"Burn it," Jimmy huffed.

Erin looked at the younger man. It had been a while since she'd been called
'miss,' most of the patrons of Boots had what she considered to be derogatory
pet names for women. Her smile warmed up. He smiled again at her, and she
nodded and walked off.

"Get your eyes off her ass," Jimmy grumbled. "If you're going fuck me, at least
look at me."

"Her ass is pretty than your ugly face," Grover laughed.

He asked the waitress out, she refused. He became a constant presence, and
finally she relented. She was surprised to find out that he really was wealthy,
not just paycheck rich, as were many of the patrons of Boots. Steaks on Friday,
and grilled cheese sandwiches by Monday. They dated for a year, then were
married in her hometown of Duluth, Texas.

Kelly was born a year and a half later. They named her Kelly, after Erin's
favorite uncle, who had died in the fields of Vietnam. Pretty, precocious,
Grover had watched the child grow, and invested as much love and devotion as he
could into his child. Especially when Erin was diagnosed with cervical cancer,
and they realized that Kelly was the only child they would ever have.

He wondered what had happened. She grew up, increasingly demanding, angry. He'd
walked in on his thirteen year old daughter, with a gardener's hose slamming in
and out of her almost hairless pussy. They put her on birth control pills and
fired the gardener. Then, it was marijuana, and a few pills in her dresser
drawer. Rather than be apologetic, or fearful, the child had screamed that he
had no right to look in her dresser. The incident at her first high school,
possession of cocaine, was serious business. Kelly had to do two years
probation, and still her mother doted on her, and coddled her. Then, it was the
destructive behavior at school, but her mother insisted that the fire wasn't
Kelly's fault. A teacher with many years of experience had succumbed to Kelly's
demands for attention, and suffered, as so many others had. Her reputation was
destroyed, and a poor little girl was severely injured, simply because Kelly
saw her as a threat. And, still, the once proud and strong woman stood by her
daughter's side.

"Don't you think so?" she asked him.

He looked at her and shrugged. He wondered how much this was going to cost him.

Kelly Pays was as thrilled as she'd let herself be about going to Asbury. She
rankled at Mr. Ritter's insistence that she wear appropriate attire for school,
but she smiled to herself. Underneath the dowdy jeans and blouse, her clitoris
ring and nipple rings throbbed with anticipation. She endured the boring tour
and the lectures about rules and regulations from some wrinkled bitch named
Miss Trahan. Then, her real school day began.

She found out that the brown haired hunk was Adam Potter. She made a few subtle
overtures to him, but he seemed too dense to realize that she was sending him
signals. He seemed to be close to his sister, so she decided to try a new
tactic. She'd befriend the blonde bitch, and get into Adam's pants that way.
She'd stopped taking her birth control pills the morning after they left Mr.
Dumb ass Ritter's office. Her parents would not want an abortion to stain their
little girl's soul, so she'd be able to stay home with the little fuck, and get
stoned all day long. But, if she was going to get knocked up, she at least
wanted it to be by some good looking cock. And Adam Potter was a good-looking
cock.

It was hard to get close to Cindy. No matter where she went, she always seemed
to have that little tit monster, Lindy, with her. And, if Lindy wasn't hovering
around, there were at least a dozen boys and girls. The bitch was popular.

For her part, Cindy tried to make the new, angry looking girl feel welcome, but
she sensed an undercurrent of hostility from the girl, so she didn't go out of
her way to befriend the girl.

By Thursday, Kelly had tired of subtle hints, and was advertising her desire
for Adam. She even tried to wrangle an invitation to Cindy's Snow bash. In
south Louisiana, even though it got bitterly cold, snow was a rarity. Miss
Potter, Cindy and Adam's mother, had rented a snow maker for the idea. That
Saturday, Cindy and Adam and their friends would build snowmen and have a
snowball fight in the large backyard. Her boyfriend, Captain Sam Villeaux,
would chaperone, with plenty of hot chocolate.

"And, whose silly idea was this?" Sam had laughed.

"Cindy's, of course," she laughed with him.

"Oh, gee! I should have known!" he guffawed, and rolled over.

"You excited?" she asked him.

"About the party? Yeah, it should be fun," he smiled.

"Not about that! About the baby!" she laughed, and strangled him.

"Oh! That! You told the kids yet?" he asked.

"Christmas Morning," she said. "I think they'll love it, a baby brother or
sister in the house."

He smiled at the attractive brunette. Even though Cathy was thirty-nine, she
could easily pass for twenty-nine. Her tall, slim figure would soon be rounding
out, and those breasts, already large enough to satisfy him, would be getting
even larger. He wasn't worried about the cost of a baby. The six foot five inch
forty two year old was a Captain on the police force, and had plenty of money
from his family. And she was a vice president at a state wide banking concern.
He stretched out in the large bed.

"You're not going to back out on me, right? You're still going to marry me,
right?" he gently asked.

"I don't know. Let me see if someone better comes along," she joked. "You know,
someone that doesn't have to duck to come inside, doesn't have to wear a gun to
feel like a real man, someone who doesn't snore, someone..."

"So, I'm not perfect," he laughed. "And, you have no room to talk about
snoring! Last night, I thought I was in a wind tunnel!"

"You are perfect," she said, and kissed him passionately.

"Look, Cindy, that new girl's been hinting that she wants to come to the
party," Adam said.

"So? Invite her," Cindy shrugged.

"Shit! I don't want her to get the wrong ideas," Adam grumbled.

"What?" Cindy asked.

"You know. That I want her or something," Adam blushed.

What Kelly didn't know, what most of the school didn't know, was that Adam was
gay. He and his boyfriend hid their love for each other well, and often double
dated with 'safe' girls, girls that would not expect sex at the end of the
evening, and would not expect any kind of commitment from Adam or Paul. Cindy
and a few of her friends knew; she'd videotaped the two boys making love. She'd
shown the tape to Adam, and sweetly told him that his attitude had better
change, he'd better get nice real quick, or Brian would play it on the
Basketball scoreboard at the next game.

He'd been appalled, and frightened, but Cindy and her friends did not make fun
of them; they accepted Adam and Paul and invited them to many of their parties.
They could relax around Cindy, Lindy, Danni, Brian and Cordell. Around large
gatherings, with his mother there, he and Paul had to play the straight role,
so an 'unsafe' date was out of the question.

"Oh, okay," she'd shrugged. "I'll ask her. Hey, Adam?"

"What, butt breath?" he asked.

"You know anything about why Mom and Mr. Sam are acting so funny lately?" she
asked.

"Beats the shit out of me, they've always been weird," he shrugged.

That Saturday was a perfect day for the party. Cold, crisp, clear. The man
came, hooked up the machine to the outside faucet and blew snow all over the
backyard. He smiled and let the two football players and that hot looking
blonde help him with the hoses. They sprayed most of the snow on Cindy, and she
had to change clothes twice before the first guest arrived.

Lindy was among the first to arrive, in her bright red parka. Her boyfriend,
Brian, was busy at work with her father, doing the computers for his
construction company, so she hung around Adam most of the morning. Cindy was
busy with her newest boyfriend, Timmy Robicheaux, a freshman at the local
university. When Kelly Pays arrived, fashionably late, she saw Adam wrestle a
screaming Lindy to the ground and thought to herself, "So, that's what he
likes, big tits and no brains."

"What is she doing here?" Sam grumbled.

He knew Kelly Pays. He'd argued with the District Attorney that, no matter how
much money her parents funneled into his re-election campaign, they needed to
investigate the fire at Middleton Academy. She'd already had one prior, for
possession with intent to distribute, a nice little baggie of cocaine, and,
just last month, Saint Angela's had called for two deputies to remove her from
their school. She'd severely beaten a fourteen-year-old girl. The Pays paid for
the necessary surgery to the girl's shattered face, and put a new car in the
parents' new garage, and the matter was dropped.

The matter that Kelly had beaten the girl because she saw the girl as a threat
to her lover, the Music Teacher, Miss Laurel, was also never brought up. Miss
Laurel was quietly terminated, and Kelly was secretly glad to get rid of the
affair. She'd thought eating pussy had been fun for a while, but, after the
rage had subsided, decided that the fourteen-year-old could have Miss Laurel if
she wanted her.

"Oh, you know Cindy, can't stand to see anyone left out," Cathy shrugged.

Lindy ran to her for protection, and Cathy ducked the snowball that Adam had
hurled at Lindy. It splattered on Sam's midsection, which prompted a manly
snowball fight.

"You having fun?" Cathy smiled down at the girl that hugged her tightly.

"Yes, Miss Cathy," Lindy gasped.

"You want some hot chocolate?" she asked, and combed the girl's hair out of
Lindy's eyes.

"Got anything stronger?" the new girl sneered.

"Yes. Coffee," Cathy frowned at this insolent intruder.

Everyone else was having fun, throwing snowballs and destroying other's
snowmen, except for this skinny girl. She lounged around and sneered at
everyone else. Lindy gulped some of the hot chocolate, and ran off to tackle an
unsuspecting Adam. Kelly watched in barely concealed contempt at the little
threat.

Lindy would have recoiled in painful memories, if she'd been able to see
Kelly's eyes under the greasy bangs. Belinda Carter had been the pariah of
DeGarde Elementary school, short and fat, with frizzy hair and thick glasses.
When puberty attacked the student body, the only noticeable difference in
Belinda had been the addition of pimples. Cindy Potter had pitied the girl, and
invited her to her twelfth birthday party. Several of her friends had
threatened bodily harm to the fat kid if she showed up, so Cindy had held onto
the girl the entire time. She gained a lifelong friend and admirer in the fat
girl. At the end of the school year, the Carters moved to Arizona, and Belinda
had dieted and exercised her way to the short doll she was now. When the
Carters moved back, Cindy had befriended the girl again, and now the small girl
was a constant figure at the Potter house. Her newfound beauty had not won her
the admiration of others, however, but her sweet, quiet nature had slowly
gained her acceptance among the other students at Asbury. Cathy smiled at the
small girl, who now had a handful of snow down Adam's shirt. Kelly seethed in
raw hatred. She barely acknowledged Cindy's friendly greeting, and tried her
best to get in on the wrestling match with Adam and Lindy.

"Ow!" Lindy exclaimed.

The new girl had dug an elbow right into her breast, and it hurt. Adam
immediately stopped his struggling, and came to Lindy's aid. She smiled tightly
at him, and tramped away to get some more hot chocolate. Adam ignored Kelly's
snide remarks, and went to get Paul for a little snowman building. Kelly glared
loathing at his back.

Her mood didn't improve any when Brian, let off early by Mr. Carter, arrived.
"God, what a slut!" she thought, as she watched Lindy's squeals of happiness at
seeing her boyfriend.

"Hi, Brian," Cindy waved, and ducked a barrage of snowballs from Adam, Paul and
Danni. She and Timmy tried their best to return volley, but Cordell had
withheld his own parry, and got both of them squarely in the chest.

"No fair! Two against four!" Brian called out and he and Lindy rushed to
Cindy's side.

Timmy didn't know, nor did he suspect that Cindy, Lindy, and Brian were all so
close because they'd all been lovers. Before Homecoming, Cindy had lost her
lesbian virginity to Belinda, who'd secretly loved Cindy ever since the twelfth
birthday party. They'd made love in her bedroom, mouths and hands bringing each
other to orgasm. Then, on Homecoming night, they'd taken Brian up to Cathy's
bedroom, and rolled and sweated on her large bed, all losing their virginity
together. After a few more times in the threesome, Brian had stammered and
stuttered his way through telling Cindy that he really wanted to be faithful to
Lindy, but he didn't mind if she and Lindy continued to be lovers.

"Good thing, because I'm not going to stop loving her," Cindy had laughed, and
kissed him passionately. "No, it's all right. You two be together, you're good
for each other."

On occasion, she and Lindy did make love, softly, tenderly. They truly loved
each other and were not jealous of one another's boyfriends. But, they did
agree to keep their boyfriends separate from the other, to ensure no jealousy
between them.

No, Timmy didn't know about Lindy, either. He just figured he was the luckiest
guy in the world. His beautiful blonde girlfriend loved to suck his seven
inches, and swallowed every drop that spurted out of his cock. She loved to
have him plow into her hairless pussy, and to fuck her hot, squirming ass. She
shocked him the first time she suggested that he slip his cock into her rectum,
and shocked him even more when she'd begged him to be rough while doing so. The
biggest shock came, though, when she'd sucked and licked his shit stained dick
clean afterward. Slightly repulsed, he quickly warmed up to it, and would even
tongue kiss her afterward. They held few secrets from each other; whatever she
wanted to do, he was a willing participant. He smiled at the gathering of
friends. He wondered what they'd think if they knew that this sweet beauty was
a wild slut in bed. What he didn't know was that most of them did know of
Cindy's hunger and passion.

The party wound down as darkness began to fall. Kelly left, seething and
frustrated. She'd tried her best to get Adam alone, and had been thwarted,
mostly by Lindy. Cindy and Lindy helped Cathy and Sam clean up, then tramped up
to take a hot shower together. Cathy didn't think anything of it, they were
best friends, and so showering together was no big deal to her.

In the shower, Lindy parted Cindy's hairless lips and delved her tiny tongue as
far as it would go into Cindy's hot pussy. Cindy tweaked Lindy's large nipples
and groaned in orgasm. She finally had to push Lindy's sucking mouth away from
her clitoris, and then returned the favor. They finally stumbled out of the
steamy bathroom and fell into Cindy's large waterbed. After a few more kisses,
they fell asleep, exhausted from the day's activities.

Timmy, Paul and Adam did what work they could to clean up the yard, then left,
Timmy to his dorm room, Paul and Adam to Paul's house. Cathy and Sam called up
the stairs that they were leaving, too, but the girls were already asleep. The
sounds of Paul and Adam making love would wake them, and they would cuddle and
watch Lindy's favorite movie, 'The Wizard of Oz.'

Monday morning came and Kelly watched and seethed as the small clique of Danni,
Janelle, a pretty African American female, Bonita, a plain looking Mexican
American, Cindy, Lindy, Brian, Cordell, Adam, and Paul cavorted and laughed
together. Her mouth tightened as she watched Adam hug Lindy to his side. She
didn't hear what prompted the hug and loving laughter between the two, she just
knew that she hated the threat.

"You know, Adam, Cindy should blackmail you more often, you're so much nicer
now," Lindy had said.

"Oh, shut up, squirt!" he laughed and hugged her. "I can still get mean, you
know!"

"Don't call me that!" she shrieked. "Brian, beat him up for me!"

"Sure thing, squirt!" Brian said, and punched Adam's right arm playfully.

"Don't call me that!" Lindy yelled and hit Brian.

"What a squealing pig!" Kelly thought.

Adam rubbed his left arm.

"Oh, gee Brian, that really hurt," he smirked.

"I hit your other arm," Brian said, over Lindy's wiggling head.

"Oh? You did?" Adam laughed.

That little bitch was in the way, Kelly decided. Adam would never go for her,
as long as he had that little tit monster slut distracting him.

Tuesday was a repeat of Monday. Kelly sat and ignored the few boys that
approached her. She watched the clique make their way through the school and
smiled. She was going to take care of this little cunt today. That afternoon,
she watched in anger as Adam helped Lindy pull the canvas top of her Jeep up.
They screamed and laughed as the sudden winter rainstorm hampered their efforts
to cover the cab. She brushed the hair out of her eyes and slowly walked across
the parking lot.

"Hey, bitch," she called out.

Lindy turned to see who was talking to her in such a venomous manner. It had
been months since she'd heard such filth being directed at her. She never saw
the forty-five revolver in Kelly's hand. She'd stolen it from her daddy's desk
drawer that morning.

The first shot slammed into her stomach, throwing her against the Jeep. The
second shot went into her chest, and she began to slump to the ground. Adam
stood on the other side of the Jeep, frozen in shock. Cordell, standing under
the overhang, waiting for Danni to bring her Toyota around, ran toward the
trio. Kelly took careful aim at Lindy's pale face and began to squeeze the
trigger. Cordell's tackle caused the bullet to strike Lindy in her left ear.
She stared, unseeing, unfeeling at the dark winter sky.

"God, help me," she whispered, a single tear trickled down. "Tell Mommy and
Daddy and Cindy I love them, so much, please."

Cordell's first punch flattened Kelly's nose, his second knocked three front
teeth out, and she passed out from the extreme pain. Adam ran around the Jeep
and felt for Lindy's pulse. Coach Shedley had insisted that all of his players
learn basic First Aid, and he began to perform CPR on the almost lifeless body.
Cordell tried to help him. Mr. Ritter had watched in horror through his office
window and had summoned the police and an ambulance before Cordell had even
arrived on the scene. He raced out of his office, unheeding of the cold rain
that wet his shirt and slacks through to the skin. Within moments, police
cruisers and two ambulances were on the scene, and Lindy was rushed to Cadet
Emergency Hospital. It was determined that, while painful, Kelly's broken nose
and shattered cheekbone didn't need immediate medical attention. It could wait
until after booking. Almost as quickly as the girl was placed in handcuffs, the
media descended on the scene of yet another School Shooting. The three bullet
holes and blood spatters were plastered on every newspaper and news program
that night.

Paula Carter fainted when Miss Trahan called her. For sixteen years, she'd
suffered with her daughter the many nights of tears and unhappiness. The move
back home had been an oasis in the desert of loneliness, and she began to have
real hope for her daughter's future happiness. First, Cindy Potter's
friendship, then Brian Jacobson, such a loving boyfriend. The last thing she'd
ever expected was to hear that a jealous schoolmate had killed her daughter.
She and her husband raced to the hospital, where their little girl was in
emergency surgery, a team of doctors trying desperately to save her life.

Mr. Carter and Mrs. Carter hugged a sobbing Adam Potter tightly, when Danni
told him that he'd performed CPR, and then hugged an equally sobbing Cordell
Wilson when Adam told him that it had been Cordell who'd stopped the shooter.

"I'm so sorry!" Adam sobbed. "I froze when the shooting started!"

Cindy sat and stared into space.

"Please, God, don't let her die, please!" she prayed, over and over.

After seven hours, Doctor Robertson, Paul's father, came out of surgery, and
told the parents and friends the grim news. It didn't look good for the girl at
all. One bullet had punctured a lung, another had nicked her spinal column, but
the least serious looking one, the bullet in her ear, was actually the one that
caused the most damage. She may never wake up, or if she does, she may be a
vegetable for the rest of her life. It would take a true miracle for their
daughter to ever regain a normal life.

"We've been through miracles before," Paula quietly told him.

The school was stricken with the news. Cards began to arrive at Lindy's ICU
room, all from her three hundred friends at Asbury. Around the country, offers
of help began to pour in, until the hospital had to assign one switchboard
operator to handle the Belinda Carter calls. A photograph of Lindy and Brian at
their Homecoming Dance made its way to the newspaper as well did the photograph
of her crowning. The newspapers and national media began to call her the Queen
of Asbury. It would have been terribly overwhelming and exciting for the girl,
all of this attention after years of being rejected and resented by her peers,
but she lay unconscious in her bed, tubes feeding and draining her.

Cindy sat at the foot of the bed and sobbed inconsolably. She was a constant
vigil at her girlfriend's bedside, reading to an unresponsive Lindy all of the
cards and letters that poured in. When she wasn't there, she walked in a daze,
doing things in a mechanical fashion. Cathy came to her one night, after yet
another five-hour stint at the hospital. She shoveled her cold dinner into an
untasting mouth.

"Baby, you want me to heat that up for you?" she asked.

"It's fine," Cindy mumbled.

"Honey, I know this is hard, but you really need to get out, do other things,"
she quietly said.

"Mom, you don't understand," Cindy snapped.

"I do. I love that little girl, too, but, you..."

"Mom, we're lovers," Cindy yelled and began to sob.

Cathy sat down in stunned silence. Her daughter sobbed, head down on the table.

"I'm sorry, Mom, please don't hate me," she cried.

"Oh, honey, I could never hate you!" Cathy protested, and gathered her daughter
into her lap. They held each other and cried for a while, then Cathy told Cindy
about her own experiences when she was a fourteen-year-old, and had been in
love with a neighborhood girl. They'd started off slow, masturbating each
other, and slowly wound up making love a few weeks later. They'd never repeated
it, even though both of them secretly wanted to, but guilt and shame kept them
from doing anything about it.

"But, what about Timmy?" Cathy asked.

"Oh, he's nothing serious, just good in bed," Cindy murmured, comforted
slightly by her mother's embrace.

She gasped as she realized what she'd said, but Cathy laughed.

"Oh, Cindy! Why do you think I put you on the pill as soon as you hit
thirteen?" she laughed. "Girls have urges, I know."

She wished her own mother had put her on the pill. When she was twenty-one,
walking home from the library, two men, drunk from a long day of drinking, had
grabbed her and raped her. Nine months later, Adam was born. She liked to tell
people that he may have been an accident, but he was no mistake. The same was
true for Cindy, although she wasn't conceived by rape. A smooth talking shoe
salesman had approached the new mother with promises of love and marriage, and
only five months after Adam's birth, the twenty two-year-old found herself
pregnant again. After Cindy, she started taking the pill. Now, sixteen years
later, she'd thought herself too old to get pregnant. Well, she was wrong.

Brian Jacobson's father, Rocky, a brutish drunk, tried his best to finally be a
father to the scrawny red head. He'd met the little girl one time, and had
disliked her as much as he disliked his son, quiet, meek, the qualities he took
to be weakness in human beings. But, he'd lost some friends in the fields of
Vietnam, so he thought he understood loss.

"Hey, look, sport, you'll find another girlfriend," he growled.

"I don't want another girlfriend," Brian sniffed.

"Oh, don't worry, one will come along, slap some killer pussy on you, and..."

"Fuck! Shut the fuck up, Dad!" Brian screamed.

"What!" Rocky roared. "Don't you dare talk to me that way, boy!"

"Don't you talk to me that way! Not about Lindy!" Brian screamed back.

"Think you man enough to take me?" Rocky screamed, and leapt to his feet.

"Come on! Hit me!" Brian screamed, fists curled up.

Rocky slapped the boy's fists down, and hugged the scrawny boy. He'd been a
prizefighter for years, middle weight division, and knew he could easily kill
the boy. But, at that moment, with his son standing up to him, he felt real
pride. Brian felt tears on his shoulder and looked at his father in surprise.

"You're crying," he said.

"You're a man. A father's supposed to cry when his son becomes a man," Rocky
said.

School let out on Tuesday. The planned festivities were conducted, but it was a
somber affair. The most sobering thing was the huge banner that the entire
Basketball team had hung up in the gymnasium. "Merry Christmas, Belinda," was
its simple message. Mr. Ritter broke into open sobs when he saw it. None of the
students were embarrassed by his open display of emotions. The next morning,
the front page of the newspaper showed a picture of the banner, with Mr. Ritter
underneath it, face in hands.

Timmy and Cindy broke up. He'd tried to drag Cindy away from her martyrdom, and
she'd exploded in rage. Timmy could take sex, but not emotions, and he left in
a huff.

"That boy, Cordell Wilson, where's he live?" Jake Carter asked Danni.

"The Gardens," she answered. "Why?"

"Because, Christmas is coming," was his simple reply.

The Gardens was a section, eighteen blocks square, which held low income
housing. Built in the sixties, it was single frame homes, some two bedroom,
some three bedroom. They were built fast and cheap, and sold cheap. In recent
years, it had become the scene of most of the town's gang warfare and Crack
dealers. There was very little good that grew in the Gardens, thus called
because each street was named after a fruit or flower. Mr. Carter drove along
the streets until he found the Wilson home, on Orange Street. It looked much
like all the other homes, dilapidated, yard not much more than a patch of dirt
in front, a battered looking older car in its driveway. He noticed, though,
that the paint on the front door was fresh, and that it was one of the few
houses in the area that had a Nativity scene, the baby Jesus, Mary and Joseph,
and a few sheep, decorating its window. He looked around the neighborhood, and
decided what to give the Wilsons for Christmas.

The real estate agent was only too happy to show him a home in the fifty
thousand-dollar ranges. They settled on a nice home in a nice neighborhood, and
Jake Carter had his construction crew go through the home and thoroughly clean
and repair it. Then, he had Cindy come along and buy new furniture for it. She
was happy to have something to do. Seventy two thousand dollars and one week
later, the Christmas present was ready.

For Adam Potter, Jake selected a diamond cross and a fat gold chain. Adam
didn't need a home, or anything else, for that matter. For Cindy, Jake smiled
and pointed to a diamond heart.

"Oh, your wife will absolutely love that," the female clerk gushed.

"It's not for my wife," he smiled, amused at the clerk's surprised look.

"Let her think you've got a lover on the side," Paula had laughed. "A good
looking stud like you."

"You're too good in bed," he'd laughed. "A lover on the side would be a
disappointment." After Midnight Mass, Cindy parked her truck in the hospital
parking lot and took the familiar route to the sixth floor ICU ward. Her white
coat and hat barely kept the chill wind out, but she hardly noticed it. The
night nurse barely noticed her; she was a familiar sight there. She kissed
Lindy's forehead lovingly and whispered into her lover's right ear.

"Merry Christmas, Lindy. I love you so much. Please, please get better," and a
tear splashed down on Lindy's forehead. Lindy looked around the white room. Her
contact lenses had been taken out when she'd been brought out of surgery. To
her blurred eyes, the white walls, white ceiling and white bedclothes were a
big fluffy cloud. The blonde woman in white that looked down on her was an
angel. As Cindy raised her arms to shrug off the heavy coat, Lindy saw the
angel's wings spread wide, to take her on her journey.

"Am I in Heaven?" she croaked.

"Lindy!" Cindy screamed.

Lindy heard the angel call her name, and eased into a peaceful smile.

"Thank you, God," she thought. "But, I hope Mommy and Daddy are okay. And
Cindy."

"She's awake!" Cindy screamed at the nurse on duty, who was busily paging for
Dr. Robertson.

"She's awake!" Paula screamed at a harried, sleepless Jake.

"She's awake!" Cathy laughed and cried in Sam's arms.

The room was a blur of activity to Lindy. Finally, her mother and father came
into the room, and some of the confusion slipped away. She'd finally realized
that she was in the hospital, not Heaven, and that her angel was really her
lover, an angel in her eyes. At five thirty that morning, Cindy left Lindy's
side, but promised to return. She drove home, and burst into her mother's room.

"She's awake!" she screamed.

"Well, we're not," a naked Sam grumbled and threw a pillow at her.

"Come on! It's Christmas!" Cindy laughed, then sat down on the floor and
started to sob.

"Oh, finally noticed that, did you?" Cathy mumbled, and helped her exhausted
daughter to bed.

She slept until three thirty that afternoon. Sam and Cathy and the children
cheerfully opened the presents, with Adam's good-natured complaining that
they'd had to wait on Cindy for so long.

"And, now, for my final present," Sam called out. He got down on one knee and
slipped a ring on Cathy's finger. Cindy and Adam watched as the two adults
kissed.

"We have a little announcement," he said to the teenagers.

"Um, let me guess, you're getting married?" Adam wise cracked.

"And, we're having a baby," Cathy said.

"A... Baby!" Cindy screamed. "Can we name her Belinda?"

"Who says it's going to be a girl?" Adam yelled.

"We've already decided on names," Cathy called out. "Faith, if it's a girl, and
Samuel, junior, if it's a boy."

"Samuel, junior!" Adam and Cindy groaned. "We're going to call him Junior?"

"Or, Sammy!" Sam yelled.

The doorbell rang, and Cindy opened it. Jake and Paula Carter stood on the
doorstep, and were quickly let in. They handed the obligatory fifth of fine
bourbon to Sam and Cathy, and Mr. Carter handed a small box to Cindy and
another to Adam.

"A cross! God, this is beautiful. Thank you," Adam said, and hugged the two
guests.

"No. Thank you," Jake said.

"Oh, thank you, Miss Paula! Thank you, Mr. Carter," Cindy gushed, and slipped
the delicate chain and pendant on.

The Wilsons were a little flustered to have the white couple at their doorstep,
but Cordell recognized them at Belinda's parents and they were welcomed into
the sparse living room. Mr. Carter looked around and hoped that his gift, given
out of love and appreciation, would not be perceived as an insult to them. The
home was clean and warm, if not a little poor.

"My daughter woke up, at about one o'clock this morning," Paula told Mrs.
Wilson.

"Oh! Thank you, sweet Jesus!" Mrs. Wilson cried out, and enveloped the small
woman in a fierce bear hug. "I've been praying and praying for that little
girl, ever since I heard about it. Oh, I tell you, I cried for you, I said a
Rosary every night for her and you. I know what it's like, I live in fear that
phone going to ring, and it'll be one of my boys, shot in a drive by, I tell
you, living in this neighborhood, you just..."

"Mrs. Wilson," Jake quietly cut the talkative woman off. "That's what I want to
talk to you about. This neighborhood."

"Oh, I know, I get to rambling on, it takes a bomb to shut me up," the black
woman laughed. "I know that's right," Cordell laughed.

"You have a fine young man, who risked his life to save my little girl. I want
to reward him, and you, for his bravery," Mr. Carter said.

"Oh, no sir," Cordell protested. "I didn't do it for no reward. She woke up on
the Lord's Birthday, that's reward enough for me."

"That's how I raised my boys," Mrs. Wilson said proudly. "Everybody seems to
forget that Christmas is about God, not gifts."

"One parent to another, you did a fine job. Please. I, and Paula, Mrs. Carter,
and Cindy worked so hard on this, please let me do this one thing for you and
your family," Jake begged.

"I could use some new tennis shoes," Burgess, Cordell's thirteen year old
brother yelled out.

"You shut up, hamburger," Cordell yelled back.

"Don't call me that, Corn Dog," Burgess yelled.

"I have my van out front, if you would just take a short ride with me," Jake
asked.

Mrs. Wilson sat up front with Jake, and did not stop talking until they pulled
up in the driveway of a modest ranch style house.

"Oh, you live here?" she asked. "This is a pretty house, with them pink
curtains and all."

"Thank you, but, no, we live three streets over," Jake said.

"Well, who lives here, then?" she asked, and eased her bulk out of the van's
door.

She hoped it wasn't that white girlfriend of Cordell's. Lord knows, she wasn't
prejudiced, but white people belonged with white people, and black people
belonged with black people. If Cordell's daddy were still alive, he'd put a
stop to this mixing up foolishness. Even though Danni was a sweet girl, she
didn't think much of it.

"You do," Jake said, quietly, and handed her the keys to the front door.

Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she would have fainted if Cordell hadn't
grabbed her.

"Danni lives six blocks thataway," Paula whispered to Cordell and pointed.

"This is too much," Cordell protested. "We can't take this!"

"Please!" Jake asked. "My little girl was almost killed, and you saved her
life! This is not enough, if you ask me!"

The lawyer opened the front door and held out the papers.

"You just sign right here, and here, and initial it here and here, and you are
the proud owners of a Carter home," he jovially said. "And, I want to shake the
hand of a real live hero," and vigorously pumped Cordell's hand.

The tour of the house, with the Wilsons protesting the whole time, took thirty
minutes. Jake smiled. He knew Mrs. Wilson was sold on the house, when she saw
the king-sized bed and the Jacuzzi bathtub in the master bedroom and bath.

"More than one bathroom!" she exclaimed. "I get my own bathroom! And, you boys
can't use it, you hear? Never put the seat down, I swear."

"Cindy picked out the furniture," Paula told her. "That girl's got a great eye
for colors and styles."

"Cindy? I know a Cindy?" Mrs. Wilson asked Cordell.

"Lindy's best friend, Momma," Cordell replied. "Cindy helped with this?"

"For the ten minutes we could get her out the hospital," Jake said.

Danni waited for Cordell to call. She knew about the new house, had already
seen in when Cindy asked about Mrs. Wilson's likes and dislikes, and about any
brothers or sisters Cordell might have. She and Cordell had agreed that since
he didn't have a whole lot of money, that they wouldn't spend more than twenty
dollars on each other. She'd spent two hundred and twenty dollars, though, on a
gold chain and simple pendant of a silhouette couple dancing. On the back of it
was engraved CW and DM. And, she'd shaved 'I love you' into her profusely thick
pubic hair. Her parents had softened somewhat to their white daughter dating a
black man, especially since the shooting, but they would pass out, and then
kill him and her if they ever found out that the two were having sex. The five
foot three inch blonde stood a foot and an inch shorter than her boyfriend did,
but, as he said, she was just the right size where it counted. She could take
his thick black cock into her furry cunt and milk it dry. She wasn't able to
get more than four inches of it into her mouth, but it wasn't from lack of
trying. And, they had tried anal sex once. Cindy's constant raving about it had
sparked Danni's interest, and Cordell had liberally greased her hairy anus and
attempted entry. Within seconds, they both agreed that this was a bad idea, but
as long as he was already greased up, they should put it to good use, in her
wet pussy. The young man would get a good laugh out of her shaved message, and
she hoped he'd believe that she was able to find the chain and pendant for
twenty dollars, on the Internet.

Cindy stood at the foot of Lindy's bed and looked happily into the dark eyes.

"I was so afraid you'd die," she whispered.

"What?" Lindy asked.

"Sorry, I forgot," Cindy said loudly.

The bullet had damaged Lindy's hearing. The entire left side of her face was
still swathed in bandages. They didn't know if it was permanent or not, or if
she'd be able to walk yet or not. Lindy pushed her thick glasses up and smiled
at her friend.

"You know, when I came to, and you were standing there, I thought you were an
angel," she giggled.

"You're the angel," Cindy said loudly.

She got up and sat on the bed, on Lindy's right side. She slipped an arm around
her lover's shoulders.

"I love you," she spoke into Lindy's ear.

"I love you, too, Angel," Lindy sighed, and kissed her friend.

Her recovery was steady. Within days, she was moved from ICU into a regular
room. She was frightened by the numerous reporters that tried to gain
interviews with her, and would only let friends and family come into her room.

"I think I want to be a Physical Therapist," Cindy told the attractive woman
that was steadily working on Lindy's shaky legs.

"Well, it has its rewards," Miss Rene told her.

One of those rewards was walking in and catching Cindy with her mouth firmly
glued to the pretty young girl's large nipples. Lindy's hand had been under
Cindy's skirt. She'd quietly backed out and made plenty of noise returning. She
found a flushed Belinda waiting for her, and heard the flush of the small
toilet in the other room. The smell of arousal was heavy in the air, and both
Cindy and Lindy blushed prettily. Another reward was looking into the beautiful
dark eyes, and seeing the look of trust.

"I'd be careful if I were you," she quietly told Cindy. "She's still pretty
weak. Slow, gentle strokes, no oral sex for a while."

"Uh, yes ma'am," Cindy blushed. "Will she, will she ever get to walk again?"

"No reason why not," Miss Rene shrugged. "Her legs are strong, looks like she'd
exercised a lot before the, uh, incident. It's up to her."

Two weeks after school returned, Lindy sat in her usual desk, behind Cindy. Her
walking was still shaky, her speech was a little slurred, and her hearing was
still damaged. But, she was where she most wanted to be, with her friends. She
was a little surprised at the cool reception she'd received from most people;
casual nods were about the most she'd gotten. She didn't expect a hero's
welcome, but she had gotten over ten thousand get-well cards from around the
world and one from each and every single student at the school. Even Mr.
Ritter, who'd been to the hospital every evening, was somewhat distant.

At lunchtime, the halls were strangely empty, and she and Brian walked, hand in
hand, to the cafeteria. Even Cindy had said she had something else to do, and
ran out as soon as the bell rang.

"You're still my boyfriend, right?" she asked the scrawny red head.

"You know I am, now and forever, squirt," Brian responded.

"Don't call me that!" she laughed and hugged his arm.

She pushed her black framed glasses up on her button nose. She hated the thick
glasses, and wished the eye doctor would hurry up with her new contact lenses.
She saw a student peek out the door of the cafeteria, and sniffed the smell
that came from the large room.

"I think it's La sag nay today," she crowed.

The roar that erupted when she entered the cafeteria startled her. Camera bulbs
flashed and balloons descended from the ceiling. "Welcome Back, Lindy," a large
banner announced, and all three hundred of the school's students cheered her
triumphant return. In front of the cheering throng, stood Cindy, Adam, Cordell,
Danni, Paul, Miss Cathy and Captain Sam, Mrs. Wilson, and her parents. Even
Brian's father, Rocky, looked somewhat sober for this occasion, with tight
shirt and tie. His relationship with his son had improved vastly since their
kitchen altercation. And every one was wearing big, ugly glasses on their
faces. Brian slipped his arm from around her waist, and put his own glasses on.

The newspaper had her picture on the front page, "Queen of Asbury Returns."
Cake, ice cream and Lindy's favorite, lasagna, were served to the standing room
only crowd of people. The rest of the school day was spent in the cafeteria,
and finally ended when Lindy took the offered microphone. She spoke with
heavily slurred speech, but the meaning was apparent to all present.

"Thank you all so much," she slurred. "I'm sorry I had to get shot to know how
many friends I have." Laughter and applause.

"But, I'm so glad to be back with you."

Applause.

"I thought I'd never see you again, I love you."

Applause.

"I hope I'm that popular when I'm a senior," a little freshman sighed to her
friend.

"Me, too," her friend agreed.

Kelly Pays was advised to plead guilty to attempted manslaughter, and to do her
twelve to twenty-

five years. She was reluctant to do so, sure that her parents would bail her
out. Her father simply smiled and said, "Not this time. You went too far."

"But, she's our little girl!" Erin had cried.

"She's a lying, stealing, drugged up little whore that tried to kill another
little girl!" Grover Pays roared.

The lawyer cleared his throat and looked out the window. The Pays did not pay
him any attention. Grover stood up and smirked at the two women in his life.

"You're going where you belong, behind bars with the rest of the animals,
Kelly. I'm going to the Bahamas, on vacation, where I belong," he said, and
exited the room.

"I'm not going with you," Erin screamed.

"Weren't invited," Grover called back.

"He can't do this!" Kelly screamed.

"We'll get you another lawyer, sweetheart," Erin promised.

The next lawyer and the one after that, all said that the District Attorney was
being very generous in not trying Kelly for attempted first degree murder. The
fourth lawyer served Mrs. Pays with divorce papers. Grover Pays considered
himself lucky that his divorce only cost him twelve million dollars. One of the
conditions of his hefty settlement was that he disowned his unruly daughter.
For her, though, prison was exactly where she wanted to be. Behind bars, she
got all the sex and drugs she ever wanted, and no responsibilities. They would
find her lifeless body; dead from injecting the rat poison that the guard had
sold her, for a blowjob, claiming it was some great heroin.

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