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 Revenge of the Pred

   Issue 008 - Collateral Damage

   Part I - Chey Morgan

   Three nights later...

   The Pred leaned against the wall in the downtown office where he had
been three nights earlier when he and the Chief discovered they were being
stalked themselves.  He thought back on that night and how much he had
enjoyed ravaging Annie Assassin, raping her then killing her.  He kept that
smile on his face as he thought about the others on the list that he would
soon target.  Only one questions remained.  "Who is next?" He looked at the
Chief, who sat behind his desk with a file in his hand.

   The Chief smirked as he sat the file down on the desk.  "Was wondering
when you would ask that." He leaned back in his chair, putting his feet on
his desk.  "I was thinking of leading Officer Bailey to you and letting you
teach her a harsh lesson for her traitorous ways." He motioned for the Pred
to come closer, turning the file towards him as he stepped closer.  "But, I
think we could use this Morgan girl she's been feeding info to.  Use her to
set her up, that is."

   The Pred smiled as he looked down at the photo in the file.  "Nerdy
looking, but cute though." His smile grew wider as he looked at the
full-body picture of the 16-year-old.  "Very nice curves." He watched as
the Chief sat back in his chair.  "Where do you want me to grab her?"

   The Chief shook his head, still smirking though.  "You're going to have
her come to you, actually." He smiled as a puzzled look spread across his
charge's face as he reached into his desk drawer.  He pulled out the pink
cell phone and sat it on the file.  "Use this little present you took off
that little cunt the other day.  Send a text and this girl will think
you're Pink Angel.  She's prolly such a nerd she'd walk into the river for
one of these heroines." He smiled as the Pred picked up the phone.  "Don't
worry about information from her, but make sure you make her regret her
part in this."

   The Pred looked at the phone, then the Chief.  "Didn't you say Pink
Angel has been told to stay out of costume?  Won't this girl know that?"

   The Chief laughed.  "You didn't do everything you were told when you
were that age, I bet." He stood and walked to the door, opening it for his
charge.  "If what I think I know about Pink Angel is true, we can use this
as the first step in luring her to us herself." He smiled as the Pred left,
closing the door behind him.  "Then we will both have some fun with her."

   The following afternoon...

   Chey Morgan walked around the college library where she volunteered
after school, putting books away as she looked at the numbers and letters
on their spines over her rectangular glasses.  Her reddish-brown hair was
pulled back in a ponytail, which bobbed slightly as she walked.  She wore a
loose-fitting black button-up shirt, though her curves could still be seen.
The shirt was tightest over her breasts, small Ds, her ample cleavage could
be seen only when she bent over.  As she did so to put a book on the bottom
shelf, the seat of her jeans could be seen as the shirt rode up, the fabric
tight against her rounded teenaged ass.

   As Chey stood back up, she felt her phone vibrating in her hip pocket.
She pulled it out and quickly strode to the bathroom, her ponytail bobbing
behind her as she got there quickly.  She sat down in the first stall and
closed the door, beginning a text conversation on the phone.

   PA: hey, girl, I need you to help me with something

   CM: what?  I thought you were taking time off :(

   PA: SCREW THAT!  Kaley is dead and I bet Brit is, too.

   CM: but, RW told you to stay out until this sicko is caught

   PA: don't you want to get the guy that did that to Kaley and probably
Brit?

   CM: ...yes...

   PA: I thought so.

   CM: but why me?

   PA: I trust you.  I need another set of eyes with me while I search.

   CM: Search?  where?

   PA: Part of the park near where they found Kaley...probably where he...

   CM: Ok, you don't have to say it.  I don't want to think about what he
did to her.  She was my friend...

   PA: I understand.  Come to the park tonight when you get out of the
library.  Come alone, though, I am scared what I might find.  I really only
need you to stay as a lookout.  Bring a flashlight.

   CM: See you at 9ish, PA.  Will text you when I get to the park.

   Chey put her phone back into her pocket, but not before sending her
parents a text to tell them she was staying a couple hours late at work to
cover for someone.  Meanwhile, across town, the Pred smiled, knowing he was
going to have fun tonight.

   That night...

   Chey had hurried out of work, deciding to get to the park earlier than
she said where she could help Pink Angel more.  It was a warm summer
evening, so she had opened the top button of her shirt, the tops of her
large breasts showing.  She pulled out her cell phone and began another
conversation with the teenage heroine.

   CM: I'm here at the playground.  Where do you need me?

   PA: Ok, head into the woods.

   CM: The woods?

   PA: Trust me...

   Chey shook her head, knowing that she truste Pink Angel and that the
trust was mutual.  After all, her friend Officer Bailey and her had helped
the teen heroine and Rainbow Woman in the past.  Just, this time, it would
be her and Pink Angel.  Their first real team-up.  When she was about 20
yards into the woods, she pulled out her phone.

   CM: Where do I go?

   PA: Go to the center of the woods.  There's an old fallout shelter.  I
am in there.

   Chey walked towards the center of the woods, having played in these
woods with her friends when she was a kid.  After a couple minutes, she
could see the fallout shelter.  She walked up to it, but stopped.

   CM: I'm here.  Place looks creepy.

   PA: Come in and shut the door behind you.  I don't want us disturbed.

   Chey thought to herself that was an odd thing to say, but did as she was
intstructed.  She opened the door and walked into the darkness, shutting
the door behind her.  "Hey, does this place not have any lights?  Where are
you?" She took a couple steps away from the door, feeling out into the
darkness.  Suddenly, the lights in the room came on.  She could see a
television to the left of her, a bed in front of her and to her right a
pair of chains hanged from the ceiling.  "That's better.  How were you
looking for anything in the dark anyway?" She laughed and turned back
towards the door, but her laughter soon stopped as she saw the large figure
standing between her and the door.  "Oh god..." A chill ran down her spine
as she saw the gun in his hand and as he stepped closer she knew she was in
deep trouble.

   The Pred smiled as he walked towards the young girl, who instinctively
backed up.  "So, you're the one who's been helping the heroes." The Pred
chuckled as he moved closer to her as she finally stopped, the back of her
thighs touching the bed.  The Pred looked her up and down as the young girl
tried to figure a way past him.  "Bite off a bit more than you could chew,
huh, kid?"

   Chey's mind was full of panic.  She'd heard what had happened to the
Park Rider and she feared that Goldie had met a similiar fate.  Now she was
trapped in the fallout shelter with him, but what had he done to Pink
Angel? She decided to try to lie her way out of it.  "I-I don't know what
you're talking about." She looked past him again.  "I just got turned
around walking through the woods." She tried to step around him, but his
hand stopped her, almost dwarfing her shoulder as he placed his hand on
her.

   The Pred laughed, keeping the teenager between him and the bed.  "Oh,
you are a terrible liar." He smirked putting his hand on her chin and
turning it towards the television.  "Thought you might like to watch a
little video clip I made a couple weeks ago." The clicked a remote and the
television clicked on.  He smiled as he watched Chey's face grow pale as
she saw the pregnant Goldie kneeling, sobbing and nude on the screen.  Her
mouth dropped open as she heard the Pred threaten the pregnant teen on the
screen.  She muttered the word 'no' when she heard Goldie say her name and
where she could be found.  The Pred smirked as he cut off the television
when Goldie asked what he was doing.  "I can leave what happens next to
your imagination...for now."

   Chey's lips trembled as she looked at the man blocking her exit from the
shelter.  However, it was just the two of them there, so she still held out
a glimmer of hope for salvation.  "Pink Angel will save me.  She's probably
on her way here right now." She cut a confident look at the Pred, even
though she was almost crying in fear on the inside.  "She..."

   The Pred laughed as he cut her words off by pulling out Pink Angel's
cell phone.  "Really?  Because, I get the feeling she's doing exactly what
Rainbow Woman told her tonight...staying at home." He ran his open hand
along Chey's cheek, taking off her glasses as he did.  "And, you're here,
alone with me." He smirked.  "And you can figure out what happened in this
very room." He smiled as she started to cry, a tear running from each eye.
"For a nerdy girl, you are quite naive." He looked up and down her body
before pushing her back on the bed.  "No one is coming to save you, Chey."

   A frightened chirp escaped Chey's lips as she fell back onto the bed,
her body bouncing as she hit the mattress.  "P-P-Please...no...don't..."
She wanted to get up quickly, but the Pred was already pinning her down. 
"I-I-I'm..."

   The Pred shook his head as Chey stopped talking, her hands watching his
move towards her button-up shirt.  "What?  A virgin?" He laughed, grabbing
each side of her shirt, his fingers sliding into her shirt between the
straining buttons.  He looked down into Chey's already teary eyes with an
evil smile.  "Park Rider - Kayley was a virgin until she ran into me and I
brought her here." The villain smiled as he popped the first two buttons
off the trembling teen's shirt, exposing her tanned, bra-clad breasts.  The
only thing keeping the young girl from being exposed was her white lace 38D
bra, which the Pred ran his hands over as she sobbed.  "I stripped her,
tortured her until she told me about Officer Bailey." He quickly popped the
bottom two buttons off her shirt opening it completely, exposing her
slightly pudged tummy.  He leaned in as his hands ran along her stomach
then back up to her lace-covered breasts.  "Then I raped her tight little
ass raw and snapped her neck like a twig." He laughed as Chey closed her
eyes and sobbed.

   Chey kept her eyes closed as the Pred pulled her back into a seated
position, pulling her shirt from her body.  She couldn't believe this was
happening to her, even as he jerked her hair back and made her look at him.
He'd raped and killed Kaley and obviously did the same to Goldie, even
though she was pregnant.  "Please, let me go." Even as the words left her
lips, she knew it was no use.  She was this rapist's next victim and she
couldn't stop it.  That was made clear to her when he pushed her back onto
the bed again into laying position.  "Please don't hurt me..." She sobbed
and closed her eyes as she felt his hands slide the straps of her bra off
her trembling shoulders.  Her words were weak as she slowly opened her
eyes.

   The Pred smirked as he leaned over Chey again, his hands on her bra. 
Without saying a word, he unfastened her bra's center latch and flipped the
white lace cups off her breasts.  Freed from the garment's support, Chey's
large, veined, teenage breasts fell towards the sides of her chest.  The
skin covered by the bra was pale white and her pink nipples got hard as
soon as the Pred touched them.  "Nice." The Pred smiled as tears ran from
his victim's eyes, her sobs sputtering as he ran his hands over her large
mounds.  "Quite the little body for such a nerdy little bitch." He ran his
hand down between her legs, rubbing her through her jeans.  "I think I want
to see more." He smirked as she slowly opened her eyes, as though she were
waiting his next move as the villain stood up.  "Get up and take off the
rest of your clothes, Chey." He stepped back, watching the look of shock
and horror spread across her face.

   Chey laid there scared and confused, watching the Pred step back away
from her.  She slowly placed her elbows under her, raising up as her
breasts slowly bounced once.  "What...you're going to make me...?" Her mind
slowly put together what the man wanted and she slowly kicked her sandles
off her feet.  "Please...just let me go..." She slowly stood up, her right
arm instinctively covering most of her breasts.  "Please don't do this."
She sobbed as she stepped closer to the Pred, hoping for sympathy she
almost knew would not come.  "I've never even..."



   The Pred stopped her words placeing the gun to her forehead.  "If you
don't do what you're told..." He motioned towards the chains.  "I'll do it
my way and I doubt you want that, do you?"

   Chey closed her eyes and shook her head as the Pred pulled her arm away
from her breasts and slung it to the side, exposing her breasts which
sagged only slightly despite their size.  She was not even sure what all
was done to Kaley, but she knew she didn't want that.  "N-no..." She slowly
reached her down, unbuttoning her pants, the baby blue fabric of her
panties coming into view.

   The Pred smiled as he watched her unzip her jeans, exposing more of her
panties as she did.  "That's a smart girl, Chey." He ran his hand along her
cheek as she slowly slide her hands onto her hips, placing her thumbs in
the waistband of her jeans.  "Who knows, you might be more fun than Wasp,
Rider and Goldie combined."

   The look of defeat and humiliation on Chey's face made the Pred smile as
she slipped her jeans off her hips, leaving her lower region covered only
in a pair of baby blue boyshorts.  "You...you raped Goldie, too?" She
seemed to almost cry as her pants slipped down and pooled at her feet.  She
slowly stepped out of them, gently kicking them to the side as the Pred ran
his hand along her cheek.  "Is she...?" Her words stopped as the Pred's
hands moved towards her collarbone and onto her D-cup breasts.

   The Pred laughed, his hands slowly teasing her young breasts.  "Don't
see where that really matters now, but you're a smart girl, right?" He
smirked as she lowered her head and shuttered.  "I could do you like I did
her, torture and rape you." He smirked, his hand running down to her
stomach.  His fingers slowly touched the waistband of her panties.  "But,
for someone in direct contact with these meddlesome brats - giving them
information, I think I should make this nice, slow and agonizing." He slid
his hand into her panties for a second, passing over the thick patch of
hair on her pubic mound before teasing her slit with his long digit.  She
moaned slightly as he withdrew his hand as he smiled.  "Turn around and
take those off, please..."

   Chey's expression didn't change as she slowly turned around, her bare
back to him now as slid her hands to her hips.  "Please, don't hurt me like
you did Goldie and Kaley." She slowly slid her panties down, the top of her
asscrack coming into view as she did.  She looked over her shoulder, a tear
running down her cheek as her panties slid down her thighs, fully exposing
her bare, rounded hips and ass.  "I can't even fight and I..." Her words
stopped as he stepped closer to her.

   The Pred slowly put his hands on Chey's trembling shoulders as she
stopped talking, then slid them onto her arms.  "Oh, there are other ways
to agonize you using Kaley's stun gun on you like I did those two." As she
sobbed at hearing that, he pulled her into him, her bare ass rubbing
against him.  His left hand ran up to her chin and turned her head. 
"Besides, doing this slowly will be the best torture for an innocent little
shit like you." Her head stayed in place as his hand slid onto her breast
and began to fondle her.  His other hand slid down between her legs,
stopping briefly to play with the patch of brown pubic hair before his
fingers started to play with her young, wettening vaginal lips.

   Chey began to quickly hate the fact that her body was betraying her. 
She gasped out as the Pred's lips met the skin of her neck. 
"You...you...c-c-can't do this..." As his fingers sped up on her clit, she
bit her lip, trying hard not to moan out.  Her knees buckled, but his hands
kept her upright.  She didn't even realize she was grinding against the
bulge in his pants, moving her bare ass side to side as he fingered her. 
"I-it's...st-still...r-rape..." She began to moan, as she leaned her head
back, her lower body tingling with his touch.

   The Pred laughed, squeezing her breast with one hand while slowly
sliding his finger out of her.  "In your mind, it is, Chey." He smiled,
slowly lowering his pants as his cock slid out and onto the teenager's ass.
"But, your body is starting to want me to fuck your nerdy little brains
out." He ran his cock along her body as her turned to look at him.

   Chey's eyes widened as she slowly looked down at the Pred's massive
member.  "Oh gawd..." The most she had ever done herself was masturbate a
couple times with her own fingers and a couple times with the smaller toys
she found in her mom's closet.  She feared his nine-inch cock would split
her in two.  She wantd to run away, but was unable to as he shoved her back
onto the back.  She landed on her back, her breasts bouncing as she hit the
mattress.  She only watched helplessly as he leaned over her, his massive
cockhead resting on his stomach as he kissed her neck and spread her legs.
She closed her eyes, crying that this would be her first and last time. 
She cringed as she felt his cock slide down her stomach.

   The Pred smirked as he ran his cock down between her spread legs, the
slight tickle of her pubic hair giving way to the wetness of her pussy. 
"You're finally going to have something real in common with your heroic
buddies..." He pushed the tip of his cock into the young girl, her face
grimmacing as he pushed the first couple inches into her.  "You're just the
next piece of ass on my list, Chey." His hands moved up to her breasts as
he pushed more into her, the teen's moans adding to his pleasure.

   Within the first moments of her rape, Chey could feel her young pussy
start to stretch, her fingers grabbing the mattress beside her.  "OW! 
GAWD!!  PLEASE!" Her eyes shot open as he pushed even deeper into her only
to see his evil face smiling with delight.  She cried again as she felt him
lift her legs, allowing him deeper into her.  "Take...it..."

   The Pred laughed as he covered her mouth, cutting off her pleas.  He
leaned in close as he pushed the rest of the way in, holding himself in
side as he taunted her.  "Go ahead, beg...it won't help." He slid himself
slowly out then back into her, her sobs of pain muffled by his hand.  "I am
going to make this slow and agonizing." He leaned back, moving his hand
from her lips and smirking, his hand going down to her breast.  "Protesting
will do no good."

   Chey laid there crying as the Pred slowly continued to rape her, his
thrusts into her growing harder each time.  She had only wanted to help the
girls that were helping people and this was going to be her fate.  "Ow..."
Her moans were weak as she felt him push all the way into her and hold it.
She also felt something else building within her - her body's betrayal.

   Before Chey could feel her body betray her, the Pred pulled out and
laughed as he looked at her shaking form below him.  "How about we change
this up a little?" He reached down and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her
to her feet as she screamed weakly in protest and pain.  Before the teen
could protest, the villian spun her around, her large breasts swaying and
brushing against his hands.  He pulled her head back where he could speak
into her ear, his other hand molesting her breasts as he spoke.  "Now, I'm
really going to fuck your nerdy little brains out." The hand on her breast
slid to her waist as he released her hair, using that hand to push her
upper body forward, bending her over in front of him.

   Chey whimpered, knowing she was completely helpless in his hands. 
Though she couldn't see it, she felt him spread her asscheeks out, crying
out in an inaudible moan as his thumb traced her asshole.  She almost
breathed a sigh of relief as his cock reentered her already gaping pussy,
thankful he didn't anally rape her.  "Uh...uh..." She started moaning out
as he started raping her harder and faster in this new position, her
breasts slapping back and forth under her with each thrust.  As she was
only seconds away from cumming before the position switch, it took only a
moment before she broke into a whimpering moan as she came, her head
dropping forward.  Her eyes could barely focus, seeing only her breasts
slapping back and forth as she felt her own juices flowing onto her thighs.

   The Pred laughed as he felt the nerdy teen cumming around his large
member, pushing it deep inside her and holding it as he did.  He leaned
over and grabbed her hair, jerking her head back as she screamed.  "Well,
looks like your body is loving this more than you want it to." He reached
under her and grabbed her right breasts, teasing her nipple with his
finger. "Must make you sick to know I can fuck your little ass into orgasm,
doesn't it." He let go of her and she slumped forward, her ass still
pressed against him as he started fucking her again.  "Answer me, Chey."

   Chey cried as she felt her insides battered by his large cock.  More
humiliating was that she could feel another orgasm building. 
"Y-y-yes...I...please...stop..." Try as she could, her body betrayed her
again as she came a second time.  "Gawd..." She moaned and slumped forward,
the weight of her body resting on her face as he continued to rape her.

   The Pred laughed as he felt the second, more powerful orgasm.  "Another
one.  Guess I might as well finish up with you." He pulled his cock out out
her and let her limp body fall to the bed.  "But, I think I need to make
this even more humiliating for you, Chey." He rolled her over and pulled
her up into a seated position, grabbing her by the hair.  Her eyes were
practically blank and her mouth dropped open just in time for the villain
to shove his cock between her lips.  "Don't worry, you won't have to suck
much." He laughed as her eyes shot open wide, a pained look of gagging
spread across her face as he pushed most of his member into her throat.

   Chey's gurgled scream filled the room as she gagged on both his cock and
the taste of her own raped pussy as it was shoved in and out of her mouth.
Her hands raised up to push on his thighs only to be pushed away as he
grabbed her hair to use as a guide for the final thrusts into her mouth. 
She cried out a muffled scream as she felt his grip tighten on her hair as
he held his cock inside her mouth as he came.  The young, gagging teen was
unable to fight back as her rapist's seed shot down her throat.  He finally
released her moments later, shoving her back onto the bed.

   The Pred stood over his newest victim as she sobbed, coughing up a
little of his cum that she could.  Her hair fell around her head, as her
eyes were full of tears and defeat.  Her mouth was open as she struggled
for air for a few moments, trails of cum on both sides of her mouth.  Her
large breasts rose and fell as the laid on her chest, her slightly pudged
stomach sinking in and out as well.  Her legs were spread out as she laid
there, her knees bent at the edge of the bed as her stretched pussy
continued to leak her own fluids onto the mattress.  "Don't worry, Chey..."
He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back to a seated position.  "I am
almost through with you."

   Still trying to catch her breath from the rape and oral violation, Chey
was too weak to struggle as the Pred pulled her away from the bed and in
front of a bank of cameras.  It was then that the teen realized the entire
thing had been recorded - her capture, stripping and rape.  "Please...let
me go..." She cried in a moaning sob as he forced her to her knees in front
of the main camera, a monitor underneath the tripod, showing her kneeling
there in front of her rapist.  "I'm only 16...I don't wanna die..." She
lowered her head and shook with sobs.

   The Pred laughed as he grabbed Chey's hair, pulling her head back, her
face streamed with tears.  "Chey Morgan...you have been found guilty of
helping others act as vigilantes, you have been found guilty." He chuckled
as the young teen begged quietly, her whole body shaking as he slipped a
small length of rope around her neck.  "The sentence is death...by
strangulation."

   The words hit Chey's ears with a terrifying start, her eyes shot open as
she realized what was going to happen to her.  "Please...no...don-" Her
words cut off as the Pred tightened the rope around her young throat,
cutting off her air supply.  Her hands shot up to her throat, but it was
too late, the rope was already tight against her neck.  On the monitor in
front of her, she could see the Pred laughing behind her as he strangled
her.  Her hands fought at the rope as she watched her own execution, her
large breasts jiggling as she was strangled.  Moments later, the young girl
moaned in pain as she started to slip away, her hands dropping to her
sides. Her hazy eyes could see herself dying, an added torture to the
night's rape and strangling.  As her arms hung limp at her sides, her body
shook for a couple moments as death slowly came.  One last gasp signaled
her end as her head lurched slightly forward then dropped.

   The Pred smiled as he felt her body slowly still, holding on for a
couple minutes more to insure the deed was done.  "So much for our nerdy
little wannabe." He stepped back and let her fall to the ground in front of
him, landing on her back.  Her hair coverd most of her face, but her right
eye started towards her rapist and killer in death.  Her mouth laid open,
tounge protruding.  Her large, pale breasts laid almost flat on her chest,
her stomach still as well.  Her legs were stretched out, as her falling
body took her from her kneeling state, her young, pussy leaked the last
orgasm she would ever have.  The buzzing of the villain's phone was the
only thing that interupted his final glances at his latest victim.  It was
the Chief.  "Ok, so, Bailey is next...you want me to what...oh, that is
evil even for me, but it sounds like something I'd enjoy...yeah, I dump
this nerdy little body somewhere..."

   The following afternoon...3:30 p.m.

   In the one of the city's suburbs the next afternoon, Amber Bailey ran
from the bus stop a couple blocks away the rest of the way to her house, a
small, two-story house at the end of a dead-end road in her subdivision. 
The eight-year-old, pig-tailed dark-haired girl knew her mother had to
leave for her shift in the city as soon as she got home, so she got there
as quick as she could.  She ran up to the door and rushed inside.  "Mommy,
I'm home!" She ran into the living room, carrying a thin strip of fabric in
her hands.  "I got something cool at school right before I got on the bus."


   "You can tell me all about it tomorrow, since you'd better be in bed
when I get off tonight." Her mother's voice answered from the bedroom in
the upstairs portion of the house.  "Your cousin needs to hurry up and get
here so I can go to work." She walked into the living room, buttoning the
top of her uniform up over her bullet-proof vest.  The tall redheaded
single mother pulled her long red hair back out of her freckled face and
put it in a ponytail.  She heard the door bell, quickly walking over to get
the door.  "That's her now."

   Amber sighed, dissappointed, tugging at her t-shirt.  "But, mom, it's
sooo cool." She looked at the fabric as her mother left the room.  "Just
loook..." She shook her head as she noticed her mother had already left the
house, not even hearing the conversation between her mother and cousin.

   "What's wrong kiddo?" The 16-year-old brunette teen sat down on the
couch beside her little cousin, wearing a green polo and a pair of khaki
pants.  She looked at the piece of fabric in her little cousin's hands. 
"Are those eyeholes?" She smiled at Amber, her braces shining against her
white teeth.

   Amber's eyes lit up as her older cousin took the fabric from her.  "I
think so, Ashley.  Ain't it cool?" She looked at her cousin as she handed
her back the fabric, stood up and picked up her duffle bag.  "I wanted mom
to see it, but she left." She picked it back up, admiring it more.

   Ashley smiled as she walked back over to the couch, trying to keep the
kid's spirits up.  "She had to hurry because I was running late." She
offered her little cousin her hand.  "But, I can make it up to you." She
opened her bag and showed her its contents, illiciting a smile from Amber.
"I brought my bikini so we can go swim before it cools off too much."

   A couple hours later, both girls splashed in the pool behind Amber's
house, a simple chainlink fence around the back yard to border the wooded
area behind the subdivision.  "We need to go in now, kiddo." Ashley climbed
the ladder to get out of the pool, stopping at the top to look at her
younger cousin.  The eight-year-old girl giggled and pointed at her
cousin's ass, which was sticking out from both sides of her bikini bottom,
which had wedgied in the water.  "I got homework and you need to take a
bath before it gets too late." The teen reached down and pulled the pink
bottom of her bikini from between her rounded, tanned asscheeks, sticking
her tounge out as she did.  "Then we can watch a scary movie."

   Amber swam over to the same ladder, climbing out as well.  "Yay!" She
smiled as she reached down, mocking her cousin but pulling the bottom of
her red, one-piece swimsuit away from her little ass.  She followed her
cousin into the house as the Pred watched from just inside the woods,
smiling.
   Next: An Unexpected Visitor