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Authors: Ron L. Hubbard
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what Bang-Bang says," said Heller to the Countess Krak.
She smiled her enigmatic smile. "Of course, dear," she replied.
Chapter 4
I was flabbergasted at my tremendous luck! Of course, I'd known for some time that Heller was doing something with spores to clean up the planet's air, but I hadn't realized he was going away so soon. I just sat there gaping. The Gods had decided to smile on me at last! Bang-Bang I could discount. Without Heller to guide him, he was nothing. I could hardly believe it. I was actually going to be able to get the Countess Krak killed without any trouble at all! Not only killed but her dead body raped!
I was so engrossed, Miss Pinch had to call me twice to tell me the first lesbian couple was ready.
With great aplomb and confidence, I went into the living room. I gave them the treat of watching me take off my clothes.
The husband was named Ralph: short-haired and thin of face. She was lying under a sheet, eyes on me, bright and alive.
With the air of a professional connoisseur, Miss Pinch watched me get into bed.
The other lesbian flinched as her husband let out a scream.
Candy grinned, eagerly nodding in rhythm.
Ralph's mouth opened in a convulsive yell. Then she stiffened and her eyes, wide open, rolled back into her head. She lay there very still. I was staring into blank eyes!
A wave of horror hit me.
I thought that she was dead!
I off-loaded quick and went into the back room.
Feeling very strange, I stood there staring into the back garden.
Was something wrong with me? I felt sort of ill. I couldn't understand it.
Fifteen minutes or more I stood there. Finally Miss Pinch came in. She said, "The other girl is waiting, Ink-switch. What the hell is going on?"
"I don't feel like it," I said.
"Jesus Christ, Inkswitch, you can't be rude to company."
"I don't know what is wrong with me," I said. "I don't think I can make it."
Miss Pinch went out and shortly came back in. She was carrying a water tumbler full of bubbles. "It's some of the party champagne," she said. "Drink it down. A great aphrodisiac."
I was thirsty. I gulped it all down. It made me feel warm. Not much more alcoholic content than Turkish sira.
DEATH QUEST 69
I peeked into the other room. Ralph was sitting up, fanning herself with her palm. She smiled at me. "Oh, you kid," she said. "To think I got to wait three weeks for another one of those is pure torture."
I went over to her. I felt her arm. The pulse was strong. She was alive!
"You got the wrong girl, Inkswitch," said Miss Pinch. "Over here. This is Butter."
I walked around to the other side of the bed. The lesbian wife, Butter, was lying there sort of panting and eyeing me.
The girl said, "I'm no virgin. I let a goat do it to me once up on a farm. It wasn't much good but he got my maidenhead. So shove away but I don't think I'll (bleep) like Ralph did."
Miss Pinch laughed.
Candy grinned.
Ralph, watching, began to bob her head knowingly.
Butter screamed and convulsed. Then her eyes rolled straight up into her head and she stiffened out like a poker.
I was staring at blank, sightless eyes in a perfectly still face on a rigid body.
My stomach turned over.
I pulled off and raced away.
I got to the bathroom. I began to throw up in the toilet bowl. I threw up everything I'd eaten for days and still tried.
I collapsed in front of it, still trying from time to time.
Dead eyes!
What was wrong with me?
It must have been the champagne! But no, I'd begun to feel this way when Ralph did that.
Was I going crazy?
Worse-was I, an Apparatus veteran, developing a conscience? Gods forbid.
I examined my immediate past. Due to Prahd's operation, I had had a sexual surge. That should have made a difference in my mind. Freud would think it would, for his whole theory was that everything was based on sex.
With care I reviewed myself to see if there was any real change in my personality. Bit by bit, I went over past experience with myself.
My motivations didn't seem
She smiled her enigmatic smile. "Of course, dear," she replied.
Chapter 4
I was flabbergasted at my tremendous luck! Of course, I'd known for some time that Heller was doing something with spores to clean up the planet's air, but I hadn't realized he was going away so soon. I just sat there gaping. The Gods had decided to smile on me at last! Bang-Bang I could discount. Without Heller to guide him, he was nothing. I could hardly believe it. I was actually going to be able to get the Countess Krak killed without any trouble at all! Not only killed but her dead body raped!
I was so engrossed, Miss Pinch had to call me twice to tell me the first lesbian couple was ready.
With great aplomb and confidence, I went into the living room. I gave them the treat of watching me take off my clothes.
The husband was named Ralph: short-haired and thin of face. She was lying under a sheet, eyes on me, bright and alive.
With the air of a professional connoisseur, Miss Pinch watched me get into bed.
The other lesbian flinched as her husband let out a scream.
Candy grinned, eagerly nodding in rhythm.
Ralph's mouth opened in a convulsive yell. Then she stiffened and her eyes, wide open, rolled back into her head. She lay there very still. I was staring into blank eyes!
A wave of horror hit me.
I thought that she was dead!
I off-loaded quick and went into the back room.
Feeling very strange, I stood there staring into the back garden.
Was something wrong with me? I felt sort of ill. I couldn't understand it.
Fifteen minutes or more I stood there. Finally Miss Pinch came in. She said, "The other girl is waiting, Ink-switch. What the hell is going on?"
"I don't feel like it," I said.
"Jesus Christ, Inkswitch, you can't be rude to company."
"I don't know what is wrong with me," I said. "I don't think I can make it."
Miss Pinch went out and shortly came back in. She was carrying a water tumbler full of bubbles. "It's some of the party champagne," she said. "Drink it down. A great aphrodisiac."
I was thirsty. I gulped it all down. It made me feel warm. Not much more alcoholic content than Turkish sira.
DEATH QUEST 69
I peeked into the other room. Ralph was sitting up, fanning herself with her palm. She smiled at me. "Oh, you kid," she said. "To think I got to wait three weeks for another one of those is pure torture."
I went over to her. I felt her arm. The pulse was strong. She was alive!
"You got the wrong girl, Inkswitch," said Miss Pinch. "Over here. This is Butter."
I walked around to the other side of the bed. The lesbian wife, Butter, was lying there sort of panting and eyeing me.
The girl said, "I'm no virgin. I let a goat do it to me once up on a farm. It wasn't much good but he got my maidenhead. So shove away but I don't think I'll (bleep) like Ralph did."
Miss Pinch laughed.
Candy grinned.
Ralph, watching, began to bob her head knowingly.
Butter screamed and convulsed. Then her eyes rolled straight up into her head and she stiffened out like a poker.
I was staring at blank, sightless eyes in a perfectly still face on a rigid body.
My stomach turned over.
I pulled off and raced away.
I got to the bathroom. I began to throw up in the toilet bowl. I threw up everything I'd eaten for days and still tried.
I collapsed in front of it, still trying from time to time.
Dead eyes!
What was wrong with me?
It must have been the champagne! But no, I'd begun to feel this way when Ralph did that.
Was I going crazy?
Worse-was I, an Apparatus veteran, developing a conscience? Gods forbid.
I examined my immediate past. Due to Prahd's operation, I had had a sexual surge. That should have made a difference in my mind. Freud would think it would, for his whole theory was that everything was based on sex.
With care I reviewed myself to see if there was any real change in my personality. Bit by bit, I went over past experience with myself.
My motivations didn't seem
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