I'm all out of ideas for stories! Just my luck... Suggestions for this tin can of a brain I have would be much appreciated. (Yes, even from you Nick)

Thanks to TelOrdeth and NickScott (yes even though I despise Nick, he has helped some) for helping out with the story so far!

Chapter 5

We were in an apartment this time. It had to be huge for the five of us to cram into it. Needless to say, it was cramped, but not at all unpleasant. Between the constant flirtatious behavior and looks all the girls were giving each other, I could tell what kind of a night it was going to be. At dinner, which was some strange, yet tasty french dish, we all talked.

"This is good food, but nothing compared to how you taste," Andrea said with a smirk, "Infact, I have yet to have food that tasted even half as good." She grinned and gave me a perverted look. The other girls all gasped and started giggling until Andrea kicked one of them in the shins, but it continued again after a few seconds and at last, we all gave in and began laughing wildly. This kept on until finally all the food had gotten cold, and we had to throw it out.

Andrea and Sherion headed back to the bed room and we went to listen. We heard mumbling and giggling. Jennifer barged into the room and yelled "AH HA!" but stopped short when she discovered that nothing was going on. I saw Sherion whisper into Andrea's ear and Andrea nod back. Andrea got up and walked over to Jennifer, giving her a strange look that I had never seen before. She backed her up to the door post and slipped one of her legs between Jennifer's.

I was so busy watching Andrea and Jennifer I didn't realise what else was going on. I saw Sherion, walking slowly towards me. That moment seemed to last forever. I watched as Sherion, who was now standing beside me, pulled Megan close and kissed her.

I looked back towards Jennifer and Andrea. They were in a similar position, but Andrea had moved much further down. Andrea was between Jennifer's legs. Jennifer was moaning slightly. Andrea stopped for a second and waved for me to come closer to her. She told me to stand in front of Jennifer and take her shirt off, then to do what came natural. I complied. I slowly slipped off the moaning Jennifer's shirt and bra. Now Jennifer was completely naked. When I was done I was somewhat confused about what to do. Andrea gestured for me to do something, so I finally decided to do something I had previously seen in a fantasy story. Slowly, I began to suck on Jennifer's nipples, which was startlingly awkward for me. Jennifer screamed and reached down for something to grab. I glanced down at Andrea, who was using her astounding tongue to work Jennifer's now tight entrance.

I looked over at Sherion and Megan, who were in the 69 position, nearly in ecstasy. I felt a shift in Jennifer's position and looked down to realise that Andrea was moving back and standing. She pushed me out of the way a little and grabbed Jennifer's shoulder's. She backed up with Jennifer and slammed her onto the bed.

Sherion and Megan also clambered onto it as well, both panting and slightly exausted. They all switched positions, all melded together in some strange position that I couldn't seem to figure out. I decided to climb in as well and see if I could find a spot somewhere in the 'love ball'.

I found a place underneath Megan (head between her legs) and lying crossways over Sherion, who was in a hopeless tongue wrestling match with Andrea. I couldn't see anything but what was directly in front of my face, but I felt something between my legs, writhing, penetrating, ultimately pleasuring me.

As soon as the tenseness in my body died down I was able to freely move. My first instinct was to lap at the first thing I saw ahead of me. Pulling my head up, I began stroking Megan with my tongue. Later I began delving into her inner most sanctum, slightly with my rather small tongue (compared to Andrea's it was like an ant standing next to an elephant). I heard Megan's muffled moaning from above, during the whole time this went on. Finally after what seemed like an eternity she climaxed, releasing her juices directly into my mouth.

Minutes later, we all rolled into more comfortable positions and collapsed, exausted from our previous activity.

In conclusion, we all lived happily (and lustily) ever after in France, fulfilling our wildest dreams with each other until Armaggeddon, the end of the world.

Aint that a fairy tale for ya?

End of Chapter 5

I woke up to another arm wrapping around me. It wasn't Andrea's, it was someone else's, someone I didn't recognize. I looked back to see who it was and it was one of Andrea's friends. Megan was the person with her arm around me. Normally it's around Andrea or someone else, but not me. I wasn't alarmed, merely suprised. How in the hell she got there I didn't know. I nudged Andrea, who had me pulled close, waking her up.

"What the hell?" she said, obviously annoyed, "Five more minutes Bubba," she was very tired, I could tell. She didn't even recognize me. I shook her so she'd wake up fully. It worked, but not well. She muttered something and her eyes snapped open. Her face flushed and she grinned embarrassedly. Then looked over to Megan, who was sound asleep against my back, still squeezing me like some kind of teddy bear.

After a few minutes we had woken up completely and began talking.

"What in the hell is she doing here?" I barked at Andrea.

"Funny story about that... uh.... Can we change the subject?" She said, letting out an obviously embarrassed and fake laugh.

"No, you're telling me now."

"Ok, ok, I'll tell you. She came here because she heard from me that we were going to blow that tin can of a place and go to France on a huge boat. Ok? Still bent on interrogating me? I really wish you wouldn't."

"Oh, well, whatever."

Megan siad, "Well, as long as you have room for five we'll be fine then."

"Woah, what do you mean five? In my Mustang? There's barely room for three, how do you expect five to sqeeze in there?" Andrea said, suprised that five people would have to cram themselves into a little car like those clowns you see on TV.

"Just step down to the floor and you'll see." Megan replied with a sly looking smile.

"Whatever." Andrea said and leapt down from the bed, looking for any sign of other people. "I don't see anybody" she said, but suddenly she jumped. I looked down to see what was going on and saw a pair of hands around Andrea's ankles. She squirmed a little but finally just bent over and removed them by hand. After methodically prying them from her several times she remarked on how cold they were. Then a head popped out from underneath the bed. Disturbingly, it was Jennifer's. Next another head, Sherion's, emerged from the bed skirting.

A few hours went by while we discussed what we were going to do. It came out that we had no choice but to cram ourselves into the car and go, whether or not we'd like to or not. There wasn't any other way. We all walked out to the car and put our bags in the trunk, nearly filling it up completely. We got into the car and Andrea sped off, not even so much as glancing back at the luxurious hotel, where we shared those sacred moments together in the shower room.

I sat between Sherion and Megan, two of Andrea's friends. Sherion was bisexual, like Andrea, which wasn't to my suprise. I had seen them together before giggling and talking about god knows what. The only bad thing about it was, she seemed to have a thing for me as well as the others. I didn't know why. Jennifer and Andrea were argueing up front, saying things like "I'm a better driver than you" and "shutup" even calling each other bitches and the like. It was funny, despite the cramped car and excessive body contact.

Seemingly years later we stopped at a truck stop to grab some grub. We ate and got back in the car, switching seats as we did so. Now Megan was up front with Andrea and I was by Jennifer and Sherion, the two war-ing sisters, always argueing about something. Jennifer was the youngest of the two, but never the less, always won. Sherion was the oldest, and I personally thought that she was much more appealing than Jennifer. It could have been just her attitude about things, she was always more relaxed about things than most, but then again, maybe not... They both had light brown hair with red highlights and slightly pale skin. Sherion (15) was 5'9'' and Jennifer (13) was 5'4''.

The next few hours were unnerving. We were in the middle of a city now and the speed limit was around 25/30-ish. Slow progress was about the only thing going on. It was nauseating. Hours later we reached the ferry and pulled into it. We were lucky, it was about to leave. Thankfully we weren't quizzed about anything. It took two days to finally get to France. Two long days of nonstop flirting (mostly Andrea and Sherion flirting with guys or us) Jennifer grabbed herself a few dates on the way even. Between all the activity, it was more like going through the motions like cycles, or atleast until night fell.

End of Chapter Four

Chapter 3 Hotel Room 1408 (no horror intended)

As we came in drenched from a recent rain the butler welcomed us to the hotel. He took us upstairs and went to get our things. Andrea and I looked at the room number and were horrified at the numbers "1408" on the bronze plate.

"You saw the movie right?" Andrea said, "You know what goes on after dark in 1408.. right?" her voice trembled, she was obviously horrified by that movie.

"Yeah" I said, "but don't be all scared about the movie. It wasn't real," trying to comfort my friend. I'd never seen her like that before. The butler returned with our baggages and sat them upon the soft carpet floors. He then walked briskly down the wooden staircase down to the foyer where he disappeared.

"You see that?" Andrea said, "That over there, the little box thing?"

I replied,"Yeah, what about it?"

"Go get it and bring it here." She said

"Ok," I said, and walked over to the small night stand beautifully polished and sanded, picking up the little octagon shaped object. "What is this thing? It's not shaped like a box at all, and what are all these little things on the side?"

"I don't know, but don't you think they're awesome?"

"Not really, but they're ok I guess." I said, sighing.

"I can tell there's something on your mind, tell me what's going on."

I sighed again, "Nothing really, just the usual."

"Well I don't mean to pry or anything, but what exactly is 'the usual'?" She asked, and sat down on the velvety bed beside me. She stroked my hair and put her arm around me. She leaned towards me slightly and whispered assuring words into my ear, coaxing me to tell her. For a while we just sat there, me looking down to the floor and glancing occasionally at her, and her staring into my eyes, waiting ever patiently for a response.

Finally, I decided on what I was going to say. I blurted, "How is this supposed to be normal if I got raped and you killed someone?! I don't know how to explain it, ok!" I began to cry, first came the sniffles, then the whimpering, and then the wailing. I couldn't help but feel terrible for putting my misery all on Andrea, who was desperately trying to comfort me, but couldn't find the words to say. It seemed like hours, hours of crying, the burning tears, the headache, the heartache, the pure misery. Finally I couldn't cry anymore and lay in her arms, still miserable, but the feeling of being cuddled, cradled, the feeling of being cared for and loved replaced some of the sorrow. I slowly began to drift into sleep, but just before I could get the chance to experience the warm dreamy feeling, the butler walked in.

"Dinner is ready, come to the dining room if you wish to feast tonight." He said.

"Not right now, I have the feeling that she isn't in the mood for dinner now, save us some left overs if you can." Andrea murmured, still cradling me in her muscular arms. I could hardly believe that she could be so strong, yet so gentle. I pressed against her slightly as she dealed with the butler.

"Yes madam, I will comply with your request to the best of my ability."

"Thankyou... Van.... d... er.... lan... d" She mumbled, reading his tag to avoid asking his name and as he walked away, kissed my forehead. She said some words, most likely french, that I couldn't understand and wiped a tear or two from my face.

I later drifted into sleep in her arms. I had the same dream that I had earlier, only it went much further, delving into a few of my deepest, darkest desires, and some of which I'm sure were mutual desires.

I woke up around midnight, only to find Andrea gone. She had tucked me into bed and left a note. It said something about gone to take a shower. That was as far as I read. I went to the hotel showers, hoping to find her. Evidently she was still showering because I heard the water and saw the steam steadily drifting out into the hall. Quickly my conscious began directing itself towards the things I truly wanted, things I suspected she may reject, things I didn't want to admit I wanted. Thoughts of that nature flooded my mind as I shakily walked to the room. I didn't see anyone as I entered, and the steam was thick, I couldn't see much except for the things directly in front of me. I felt a pair of hands against my skin, running from my uppermost part of my torso down to my waist and eventually between my thighs, teasing me ever so slightly. Then they returned to my hips. I was nearly paralyzed with fear, or was it the fact that I wasn't used to this treatment.

I knew who it was. And I knew she had planned this very shrewdly. After a few moments of this I felt the touch of her body against my own, this body was wet against my rather revealing clothes, which were slowly being slipped off piece by piece. Once I had been fully stripped of all clothing I was wearing I felt Andrea's neck and cheek press into my own and kiss me lightly. She whispered into my ear for the second time that night, but this time I could not understand a single word. Perhaps I wasn't paying attention, must've been caught up in in the moment. She leaned into me further, pressing slightly, causing me to blush intensely and a strange sensation developed beween my legs. I couldn't describe it if I knew even the most advanced vocabulary you could possibly learn.

She grinned, sensing that I did actually enjoy this. She subtly moved her right hand directly to the point of the sensation I was feeling. It immediately increased by atleast 10 fold. I could feel her slightly running her fingers up and down it, again teasing me. Suddenly she slipped a finger or two inside of me, causing me to gasp and let out a small little cry, barely audible to anyone but us.

She slipped them in further, and I nearly screamed. The sensation was so sudden, I couldn't help but to moan at the feeling. It felt so right, but at the same time I wondered how it could feel that way if almost everything I had been taught advised against it and strongly discouraged it. As soon as I was used to the feeling she began to pump harder at it, producing a seemingly unending string of gasps, moans, cries, and whimpers. I guess all the rumors I had heard were right, I thought, this girl would never cease to give me everything I wanted, including some things that I didn't even know I wanted. No, they were right. I still couldn't believe what was going on. from mere friends to lovers in such a short time. Who couldv'e guessed it would turn out like this?

The feeling was pure bliss, and I wished it would last until the end of time. Sadly, she withdrew from inside me. Her excuse was that the people would get suspiscious if we spent hours in the shower like this and that it'd be wise to get out of there before they came running up to discover us making love. Of course there was quite a lot of evidence both running down my leg on the floor and covering the entirety of Andrea's fingers. I watched as she licked one of them, evidently tasting my juices to see if she liked them. After a second she arched her eyebrows, and nodded in approval. Then she cleaned them off methodically, all while I watched. For the first time I saw exactly how long her tongue was, amazingly, it was around 6 inches. I wondered how in the hell that even fit into her mouth. She disappeared for a moment and returned in a black robe. Then she asked something a little odd.

"Mind if I towel you off?" She asked, a little awkwardly.

"No, not really, espescially considering what just happened. But why?"

"I don't know, could it be that you're so damn sexy? Why do you think I'm such a motherfucking flirt?"

"Well... Why do you think that I stare? Could it be the same 'damn' reason?"

"Well, if it's that way then I'm rubber and you're glue, whatever you say bounces off of me and sticks back to you... Atleast I think it goes that way.... Either way, you get what I just said right?" She said obvisously implying that she didn't think she was sexy, but I was. I was eager to accept the compliment, but damn, she needed to be less harsh on herself.

"Come on, you've got to atleast own up to it. Face it, you're sexy and you know it. Learn to accept it."

"Well, we're getting nowhere with this. I'm just going to get the towel and dry you off now if you don't mind. By the way, your robe is back in the room. You'll have to hide in my overly large black robe unless you want those people to see some evidence of 'that.'" She said, reminding me again of what happened mere moments ago.

She left and returned yet again, this time with a towel. As she toweled me off I asked her, "Is it really that noticeable?"

She replied, "Yeah, very. Can you not see it?... Oh wait, nevermind, you don't even know the signs of it yet do you." She smirked and chuckled, "It's not like I'd tell you now though, I'll tell you when it's the right time. Ok?"

"Yeah, I guess." I murmured as she finished and wrapped me up inside that overly huge robe. We walked down the hall and to our room. We found our clothes already laid out for us to wear. For me a pair of Andrea's boxers, one of her shirts, and a pair of ankle cut socks, for her, a pair of black boxers, a tanktop ade of silky material, and some identical ankle cut socks. We got dressed and climbed into bed absentmindedly where we lay snuggling in the covers for the rest of the night.

End of Chapter 3

Another pic dedicated to a great friend. Normally I'd draw her with glasses, but I guess she isn't wearing them at that moment in time.... maybe she's getting them cleaned...

Dedicated to Megan Oberdorf, someone I can actually talk to without getting pissed.

This is the pic of the week, enjoy!

Dedicated to Haley, best friend and yuri lover person.

Chapter Two The Freeway

It was morning and the sun was shining bright in my eyes. It was freezing in the car and I was shivering uncontrollably. Then I noticed that Andrea wasn't in the front seat like she should have been and the car was stopped. Instantly I shot up from my seat. I looked around in nearly every direction calling her name. Then she popped up behind me and leaned over me, wrapping her arms around me, and nearly scaring the piss out of me.

"What the fuck are you doing? You're supposed to be driving!" I yelled, "You're so immature!"

She replied, "You know damn well what I'm doing, and if I'm immature what does that make you? I don't want to piss you off so I'm just going to let you think you know what I'm thinking."

"What?! I thought that we agreed not to do this anymore. Andrea, you know I'm just going to keep asking until you tell me."

"Well, by then I will have already forgot about it." she paused, "Oh and I got you something besides the puppy" she said as he handed me a bag "Look in there."

I pulled out it's contents and exclaimed "OH MY GOD, Andrea where did you get these?!" They were some of the hottest fashion items in stock. I tried them on, forgeting that Andrea was in direct view of me. Not that it would have mattered, she's seen me naked many times before.

"So, now that you have completely blinded me again, how much do you love me for buying them on a scale of 1 to 10?"

"fourtybilllion and three!" I blurted and hugged her tightly.

"you're... choking... me!" she strained out.

"Oh... Sorry" I said embarrassed.

"It's fine" she replied, catching her breath, "I probably would have choked you too if you got me an awesome set of clothes."

She handed me a steaming hot bundle wrapped in paper, which I nearly dropped. She told me it was my breakfast and explained where we were and what time we'd be in New Hampshire while she climbed into the drivers seat of the car. Andrea cranked up the car, passed me a soda which was half empty and let the car run while I ate and drank my fill. Her stomach grumbled loudly. A few minutes later I passed the burger and drink back because I was done with them.

"Geez woman, you eat like bird, you sure you want me to have this?" She asked.

"Take it, I know you haven't eaten in days."

"And what does that matter? You sound worried. Don't you think I can live through some malnutrition? I mean, I'm practically a biological fortress, just look at these abs," she pulled up her shirt slightly, "Think those came from burgers and burritos? ... Hell no they didn't, they came from rigorous training."

"Just eat."

"Fine" she mumbled and took a bite out of the burger. She glanced between me and the burger several times before finally just wolfing it down. She sat the drink in the cup holder and began driving back on to an interstate. Miles down the road we heard police sirens blaring. Just great, we had just goten out of the other shit and now the cops had caught up to us. "Shit, shit, shit", I thought, "we really are in deep shit, I should have just offered to stay behind so I didn't slow her down and now she's stuck in this because of me. I never should have went on that date with that freak, even though I was almost 16, near legal."

I yelled "FUCKING STEP ON IT ANDREA!" panicking at the sound of the sirens.

When the sirens kept getting closer she shifted gears from 5 to 6 and eased in on the gas pedal speeding the car up from 70 mph to 90 in a mere second or two and looked in the rear view mirror. Then the police car turned onto the interstate and headed straight toward us. It was only one car, but it still could hold two or more police men. Then I realised that the Police weren't after us. I looked at Andrea, who was smiling with content.

"Hehhehhe" Andrea looked at me and smiled, "I gave the cops a little misinformation, or should I say my friends did, anyway, the cops are chasing John Furtenado, not us. He is driving a black mustang with the liscence plate entitled crimnal. He is also on this very interstate. Our liscence plate says Andrea364, so we're in the clear." She switched back to 5th gear.

I replied, "But if all that is true why did you speed up so much?"

"It's called a tactic of road travel around cops. See look at the speedometer. You speed up and then slow down to make the cops think that they're going faster than you were at any given point in time because they caught up very quickly to your car. Like so." She switched gears and sped up a little, then slowed down to 60mph.

"Oh. Let me write that down for the next time I MURDER SOMEONE AND KIDNAP A FIFTEENYEAR OLD!" I yelled at her.

She replied casually, "You know, that kinda hurt my ears when you screamed at me, and do you have any idea how rude that was? Anyway, atleast I didn't rape you like that mother fucking rapist did when he kidnapped you. I would have atleast asked you. Remember, I'm not the one who originally kidnapped you and you came with me in this very car, so it doesn't count as kidnapping."

"Sorry, but you know, you're starting to freak me out. I mean, who taught you all these tricks about driving? Oh and... You perv! Is that the whole fucking reason you saved me?!"

"Maybe... Maybe not. I'll leave you to find that out." She said giving me a perverted look and that classic smile of hers. I sighed and didn't respond because I couldn't say out loud what I wanted to say without it coming out wrong.

Eventually we got to a hotel and checked in for the night. Luckily it allowed pets, unlike most hotels in the USA. We were going to be staying there for the night. I had no idea what was going to go on that night.

End of Chapter Two

Chapter 1 Rescue

It was dark in the basement that I had been bound and put in. Evidently I was hanging from the cieling because ever since Andrea hung me up naked like that I remembered the strange spinal feeling. The binds hurt my ankles. I couldn't help but to remember what she had joked about in the mirror some time ago. I wondered why I was here, who did this and for a second, who I was.

"I feel so sleepy" I said as I noticed a strange smell in the air, perhaps an anethetic that I was inhaling with every breath. "Everything is getting so fuzzy, I can't... think" I tried to think. Then a bright flash accompanied by the steps of a stranger stunned me.

Not much to my suprise, I heard Andrea's voice accompanying my name. "Haley! Thank God I found you- WHAT THE FUCK?!" she sounded suprised. "Oh.... my.... God!...." Before I could respond she yelled "There's fucking WELTS all over you!... WELTS! Holy shit, motherfucking what the fuck did this guy use?!"

Then it all came back to me. I remembered a guy who looked to be in his 20's abducting me and locking me down here. I was brutally raped and beaten, supposedly because I didn't cooperate. That son of a bitch whipped me!

"Hold on a second, let me go get something to cut you down with."

"Wait! you don't understand, he'll get you too! Don't go up there!"

She replied, "Bitch, how the fuck do you think I got down here? If you're so sure that I shouldn't go up there then I'll just cut you down with this dangerous bowie knife."

I thought about it. "Fine, just do it quickly, I think my legs are going to fall off! JUST GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" She jumped up and climbed up the rope a little to where her knees were level with my shoulders. Then suddenly she turned sedeways and flipped me right side up and shredded the rope, accidentally nicking her cheek, which spurted blood onto the ground.

We fell to the floor, luckily since Andrea had me in a position where her hieght prevented me from touching the floor, I didn't sustain any injuries from the 4 1/2 foot drop. This is awkward, I thought to myself. Suddenly Andrea embraced me in a warm hug. I was suprised by this because normally she doesn't even like for me to touch her at all, but now she was hugging me. Then she kissed me, sticking her long tongue into my mouth. I struggled to free my lips. "Why are you doing this?!"

"It's not like I haven't done this before, love. Besides, it's good to have you back." She sounded sarcastic and romantic at the same time.

"This isn't Romeo and Juliette, Andrea."

"Of course it isn't, there's no one to fill the role of Romeo. This is real life, not a soap opera or some stupid romantic play." She kissed me again. She pulled away and grinned.

She wrapped me in a towel that came down to my knees and took me out to a black Mustang 07. "What the fuck?! Andrea, you can't drive! I'm older than you and I can't drive!"

"Yeah, but I look it, you don't. Sorry, but 4'11'' isn't exactly tall you know" She probably knew that pointing out that I was 5 or 6 inches shorter than her would piss me the fuck off, espescially since I was in a towel, sitting in a car with her.

"Fine, just don't let the cops get us ok?"

"No prob, I got a supercharged V8 in this bitch, and a nice new roller cam, not to mention I just got it serviced. I also have my Mom's oldest liscence, which looks like me, and I photoshoped it to be up to date. We're in the clear. And that guy who raped you, I killed his ass, unless he somehow survived." she gulped.

"ANDREA THAT'S A FUCKING FELONY!"

She replied casually, "And why should I give a shit? We're going to France riding on a sea ferry, so American shit won't make a damn to us. Sorry, but after this, we have to go there. Besides, I got friends there, and some are in the mafia spying on people."

I freaked, screaming "WHAT?!" directly into her ear

"Too late to whine about it, I already made arrangements, and I got you that puppy you always wanted. One problem though, the only way I could smuggle you into the country was by saying we were married... That's the only downside. Could you please not yell in my ear anymore? I think they're ringing."

I really freaked out this time, again yelling into her ear, "WHAT?! YOU SAID WE WERE MARRIED?!"

"Well yeah, I didn't want you to be stuck here and nobody ever find you. Look, the po-po are looking for us both on a national manhunt cause I'm a fucking crazy pyro-maniac, so we have to go. And look on the bright side, there is no law against having multiple wives/husbands in France I don't think. And if you don't like that, then there's always divorce." She begged, "And could you please not yell?"

I was somewhat relieved and a little less freaked out at this. "Andrea, you fucked up our lives when you did this you know."

She sighed, "Well, I couldn't think of anything else to save you and I couldn't just leave you there with that rapist, so I had to do it. Leaving you there would screw them up even more, hell, who knows what wouldv'e happened, had I not been here now.... And speaking of married, put this ring on." She handed me a gold ring encrusted with dazzling gems everywhere. She had an identical one. I looked and I saw my initials carved in. "H.M.C." I put it on my finger and marveled at how shiny it was.

"Oh" she added "and when we get to the ferry, try to act like we're actually married, no matter how much you hate thinking about it."

That Andrea, she always bails my ass out of trouble and at the same time gets herself or us in some kind of fucked up shit. I never told her how much I actually enjoyed that kiss, or how much I appreciated her for all the favors that she never refused to do for me. I caught myself mumbling this aloud, but before I could possibly reveal everything I thought while I was mumbling Andrea laughed and said, "You know, you should really learn not to mumble while you think, it reveals a lot about your personality and what you actually feel about that certain someone. Want me to turn the radio on so you can think without me hearing every single thought you mumble about me?" I blushed beet red when I heard this. She said, "Oh come on, it's not like I'm going to persecute you for it. You know you can tell me anything after that happened. Yes, I'm talking about that."

After hearing that, I finally let it all out, I couldn't actually believe that she understood totally and didn't freak out. A lot of times she'd be all semi-romantic like that, but that was only when she was either drunk or high, and even then, she'd eventually snap out of it. I'd heard she wasn't on anything and that she stayed sober though now. She said, "Why the hell do you think that I went through all this trouble to save your ass? ... It's cause I love you, okay?"

This was still some fucked up shit. I had a twelve year old driving me to NewHampshire in a Mustang and we were unofficially married, but noone knew that. I fell asleep soon afer we fnished discussing that, after all I needed my rest. I dreamt about what had happened earlier, only I dreamed that Andrea and I did a few things before we came up and got in the car. Wierd, but enjoyable in my opinion.

When I woke up I saw the walls of a tunnel slowly passing by and a line of cars easily 45 or more coming from both lanes. Andrea was holding my hand and she looked awfully tired. There was a coke and a Dr pepper in the cupholders. She said almost as if she were driven by a motor "Morning, good to see that you woke up, I got you something."

I replied sleepily with a yawn "I... see..." I yawned again, "Is the puppy okay?"

She replied "wha?" she paused for a second, "Oh yeah, puppy, he's in the back seat in a fully stocked kennel with lots of food and water. Don't worry, I cleaned it out again with a rake and got some one to do the rest."

"Oh... Good, that means I can drive for you."

"HELL to the fucking NO." She said in response. "I've been driving for 2 days straight at 10 miles an hour down straight line tunnels that stretch 1000 or so miles, so I got 10 hours of sleep, I'm perfectly fine."

"Holy shit, you're a bad driver!"

"Nah" she said "I aint wrecked once in all my 2 1/2 days of driving." She gripped my hand a little tighter. Her palm was cold and sweaty, she'd always had cold hands and warm legs. She had obviously been holding my hand for a long time. I noticed how cold it was in the car, it wasn't just Andrea's hand that was cold, it was the air!

"Where are we?!" I blurted, startling her.

She replied trying to act casually "About 500 miles from home, that highway we just came from got us about 150 miles further. NewHampshire will be another day of two." I drifted off to sleep as she spoke.

End of chapter 1

Okay, so I decided to put some of my artwork up every so often. Anyway, I drew this a long time ago (few months). It was inspired by that time Bubbles, a bull dog chased Haley around the house. Haley jumped into my arms because she was so scared. I was relieved that she didn't get eaten alive. Anyway, here, it's funny in a way.

edit: in case you're wondering, her NG username is Haley87

Links:

Allied or Related group links:

http://www.freewebs.com/haley87-ng/ind ex.htm
The official Rebellion site

http://www.freewebs.com/ngpolicehq/
The official NGPD site

http://z6.invisionfree.com/NGPD_Headqu arters/index.php?act=idx
The official NGPD forum

http://www.newgrounds.com/bbs/topic/38 7783
NewGrounds Police Department Head Quarters thread

http://z4.invisionfree.com/Elite_Guard _Barracks/index.php?act=idx
The official barracks forum

http://www.newgrounds.com/bbs/topic/38 7319
Elite Guard Barracks thread.

http://www.newgrounds.com/bbs/topic/60 9782/1
NewGrounds Congress thread

http://www.newgrounds.com/bbs/topic/50 7216
NewGrounds Department of Defense

Watch-list links:
http://z7.invisionfree.com/The_United_
Uzis/index.php?act=idx
United Uzis (Uzi Union) forum. Watch carefully!

Flash links: (known stolen flashes)
http://www.extremefunnypictures.com/im ages/horses.swf

A bunch of crap:
The above is for your and my usage of the site efficiently and easily. BLAH BLAH BLAH, this is a bunch of crap to win you over by way of the legal peeps so fall in line!

I will add more...