To be, or not to be, that is the question

[1badboy 562]

This is a naughty peeing story, with heterosexual sex.

 

TO BE OR NOT TO BE, THAT IS THE QUESTION

The curves of a woman were the first details I had become skilled at drawing.  The breasts and... the other details.. of a woman's naked body were things I had to fake.   Nipples really weren't very difficult, and the pubic area could just be drawn as a simple hairy bush, but the fine details were tricky.  How could I make her really erotic?  

She turned and glanced at me and I pretended that I was reading something from my open design book.

"Nice picture Will." Jim laughed.

"Shh.." I closed the binder, "I was just doodling."

Jim laughed,"Will.still not getting any?" He sat down across from me.

My Highschool knee injury had ended my dreams of playing college ball,  but Jim, my best friend, had gotten a full ride scholarship as a fullback.  

Jim had married Sara, the summer after graduation.  He was in his third year of University, but I was just starting out.  It had taken me almost three years to save the money that I needed for University.

"I'm still looking.." I picked up my sandwich.

"Sara's insatiatable.  I didn't used to think that I could have too much sex.." Jim bragged, "..but now..." He sighed.

"Shutup you idiot." I took a bite.  My old roommate Michael had talked me into joining a number of clubs on campus.  That had helped me meet and date a few girls, but I didn't really connect with any of them.  In some cases I knew what I had done wrong, in others I didn't.

Micheal's friend had offered to help him get a job as a ranger at a National Park  He had switched Universities to study forestry -- along with his tall beautiful girlfriend Lisa.

Jim grabbed my binder and opened it "She's hot!" He looked at my picture. "Too bad she's just in your imagination.."

The psychiatrist my parents had sent me to had explained that sometimes we can want something so much that our minds play tricks on us.  He had prescribed drugs that gave me a huge lift -- then dropped me into a depression.  The drugs did nothing to alleviate the long talks I had with my dead grandma and grandpa  -- in my dreams..

Instead of fighting my "gift" with drugs I had secretly used it to make money.  My first attempt was an advertisement in the local newspaper: "Psychic help. I find lost belongings.  Please no requests for missing people".  Later I had moved onto internet advertisements and used websites like Craigslist.

After a few questions I would give simple common sense suggestion.  A surprising amount of the time my first attempt was right.

"Wanna go and lift weights?" Jim devoured his hamburger.

"No thanks, I think I'm going to go to the library and study."

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The library was almost empty.  It was Spring quarter and almost everybody was outside.  I sat down at a table and opened my laptop.

I had broken my own rule.  The woman had sent me almost thirty e-mails.  I had helped her find various things in the past, but now her two year old son was missing.  She had offered me five hundred dollars.

I had imagined the little boy exploring outside the house.  Then -- like a nightmare -- I had imagined the boy trapped under something in their side yard.

I had written my hunch back to her but I had also written, that if I was wrong that she didn't owe me anything.

I was too afraid to check my email so I checked my bank account.  She had used PayPal and deposited six hundred dollars in my account.

"Okay!" I checked my email. 

"God bless you!" She had written. "We found him under some boards that were covering the old basement entrance.  He's going to be okay!"

CLICK! The sound of a pencil dropping on a table caught my attention.  There she was at a table right in front of me writing something on a little piece of paper!

Had she noticed me drawing her picture outside the 'Food Junction'?  She was the prettiest brunette I had ever seen.  She was just medium height but her body was so perfect it was unreal.

She smiled at me and I caught my breath. "Hi.." I smiled back at her.  Then I  tried to focus my attention on my computer.  What was I getting myself into by taking missing people cases?  I knew that I had just gotten lucky, but on another level I felt that I might actually have an ability. Of course if I was delusional,  then I would be wasting people's time and money in potentially dangerous situations where people needed to act quickly, and correctly.

I glanced back at the table, and the girl was gone. "What the hell." I closed my laptop.  For my own mental health I needed to find a real job.

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The jobs on the 'job board' were about what I had expected -- low paid part-time, or graveyard shifts 

"Find any killer jobs?" The brunette caught me so off-guard that I jumped. She smiled at from so close that I could have kissed her.  Had she followed me from the library?

"No…. I was just looking.."

She gave me a huge strange smile. "My name's Anna."

"Hi….. I'm Will..." I introduced myself.

Anna brought her face close to mine again. "What are you?"

"What?" I stepped backwards in confusion, "I'm an Architecture major."

"No, that's not what I mean." Anna giggled. "You're different."

"I guess…" I was different... "Do you want to get something to eat?" I couldn't think of anything else to say.

"No thanks." Anna giggled. "I don't really eat."

"You don't?!" She didn't look that skinny. "Well, I guess I will see you around."

"Bye." Anna smiled.

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I headed back to my dorm room feeling a bit confused.  I had a meeting with a client looking for some lost keys that I could occupy myself with.

It was nice having my own dorm room, but I felt a little lonely with Michael gone.  I closed the door carefully and headed over to my favorite pee corner.  Anna was different too...  I pulled my penis out of my jeans and aimed at the corner.  What did she mean, "What was I?"  Was I really that weird of a guy? I watched my pee splash on the wall and run down onto the carpet.

I shook myself off, and tucked my penis, back into my jeans. In some ways it was nice having my own room.  I could get away with things that I never could have with a roommate.

I grabbed a beer out of my little fridge and turned on my laptop.  It was a "dry" campus so I poured my beer into a tall glass so if anybody somehow saw me they would have no idea what I was drinking.

I clicked on Yahoo messenger and saw that Ronald was on time waiting for me. 

"Hi, this is Will. Good afternoon. You said you lost keys. What type of keys?" 

"Car keys, and house keys." He wrote back. "I thought you were supposed to be a psychic."

"Just standard questions." I dodged him. "Did you lose these keys? Or did you forget where you put them."

"I fucking forgot where I put them."

"Did you perhaps hide them in the kitchen?"

"You tell me.  I paid you fucking fifty dollars! Look I checked in the silverware drawer, and they weren't there."

"Do you have a pantry?"

"Yeah, I have a fucking pantry."

"Check at the back of the top shelf." I waited for a little bit.

"I fucking found them, but don't expect any rave review."

"Whatever." I clicked Yahoo Messenger off.  I noticed that my phone, which I had set to vibrate was vibrating.

"Jim?"

"Will, how are you doing?" Jim sounded concerned.

"Fine, what up?"

I heard Jim breathe hard. "Toby called me.  He said he saw you in the Student Union, in front of the job board, having a conversation with yourself.."

"I was talking to myself?"

"Not exactly.  He said you were all alone but you seemed to be having a conversation like you were talking to a girl -- who wasn't there."

"Well.."

"Were you practicing what you were going to say to some girl?"

"Yeah.." I lied.

"Well dude that's fine, but next time don't do it in public!"

Edited August 23, 2020 by 1badboy
To make some of the text italic

[wetwulf 3,189]

Interesting start... 🤔

[Merkus 196]

Ok, I’m intrigued!  

[1badboy 562]

I was eating breakfast alone at my usual corner table but I felt a little anxious as I opened my laptop.  It wasn't like I was looking at porn -- it was just email -- but I really didn"t want anybody to find out about my little 'business'.

"Please help me find my grandma",  caught my attention.  She said that she was in New York, so she was a couple of hours ahead of me.

"When we got up this morning grandma was gone..." She began the message than went on to describe her senile grandmother.  

"And the first thing you did was to look for a psychic -- to help you find her?" I groaned outloud. "Are you serious?"

"Look," I wrote back. "..don't send me money. Just look for her at the nearest grocery store.  She probably went shopping.  And if you don't find her there call the police.  I don't take requests to find missing people. "

A slim pretty brunette, possibly in my Roman Architecture class, nervously carried her tray in my direction.  

I closed the laptop, and took a sip of coffee. I casually pulled my Roman Architecture, notebook out of my backpack.    

"Hi." I opened the notebook to the class notes and smiled at her.  She stepped close, looked at my notebook, and gasped.

"What?"  I glanced at my notebook.   It was somehow opened it to a page I'd covered with doodles of naked women.. I hadn't opened it to that page!  

I closed the notebook as fast as I could then looked up.  I felt a pang of disappointment as the brunette hurried over to a group of girls at another table.  She said something to the girls.  One of the girls turned around and held her middle finger up at me.

Anna giggled loudly, "Smooth move 'Slick'!" 

"I'm going nuts.." I stuffed my notebook into my backpack and headed outside.

Anna chased after me. "What? You don't want to talk to me?"

"You're not real." I tossed my backpack down on a park bench under a large tree. "You're just a product of my overactive imagination."

"I've been at this University a lot longer than you."

"That's just my mind trying to invent some sort of 'proof'." I looked at my phone. "I've got to get to class."

Anna followed me into the lecture hall, sat down in the seat next to mine, and smiled.  "Relax, all you did was draw some pictures of women.. You see that blonde down there." She pointed at a cute little blonde with full hips.  "She's a little vandal!  She's one of those crazy girls into peegasms."  

"What?"

Anna grinned madly   "When a girl holds it for a long time it kind of feels like an orgasm when she pees." She squeezed her thighs together.  "Some girls make it even more exciting by doing it in places that they shouldn't." She leaned close and rubbed the crotch of her jeans, "I saw her run into the library, and pop a squat behind a bookcase -- right on the carpet!"

"Please.." 

"Will, does that turn you on?"

"No." I lied, "Just let me focus on the lecture."

The professor turned off the lights and showed us some slides of Roman Architecture.  When he turned them back on Anna was gone.

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I sat in the very last row of my Statics lecture hall and peeked at a topless picture I had drawn of Anna.

"My nipples don't look like that." Anna leaned over from the chair to the right of me. "Here.." She unbuttoned her blouse. "Look." She pulled the right side of her bra down to expose her hard nipple.

"Anna!" I felt myself growing hard.  A girl a couple seats in front of me turned around and frowned.  

I realized suddenly that I was alone.  The professor was describing the different forces that act on a building.  

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I got a 'Cowboy' burger at the 'Food Junction' and headed outside to my favorite table.  "Here goes nothing." I turned on my laptop. Yep the girl had sent me another email…

"Thank you for your help.  Grandma was at the store.  I sent you $50, and gave you a good review on Yelp."

"No no! You weren't supposed to pay me.. I wasn't being psychic... I was just using common sense!" I said outloud. "This is crazy!"  I went to my webpage and posted "TEMPORARILY CLOSED".

Anna smiled at me from her usual table. She wasn't wearing a bra and her blouse was wide open.

Crazy world! I opened my notebook and began drawing her picture as I ate.  Why not?  She was my delusion after all.

"Woah!"  I gasped.  Anna was right in front of me.  She must have moved while I was drawing.

"Will, I hope I'm not just something you imagined....but...I don't really know what I am.." Anna took off her blouse completely. "It's almost scary being half naked in public."  She laughed. "But you're the only one who can see me."

"Can I touch you?" I asked anxiously. 

Anna shook her head, "I don't think so."

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Anna led me between the bookcases. "Right there." She grinned like a maniac and pointed at a large tear drop stain, and a wad of dried tissue, on the red carpet 

"This is crazy." I whispered.  "There are stains all ov…"

"Mmmm!!!" A girls whimper caught my attention.  A cute little dirty blonde stood a little ways behind us with her knees pressed together. "Mmm.." desperation showed in her wide crazy eyes.

"Shhh!!" She put a finger to her lips. She looked around wildly and smirked mischieviously at me.

Was she going to do it?! I felt a lump growing in my throat.

"Mmm…" She fumbled with her zipper.

She had no choice!

"Mmm!" She gave me an insane Iook as she yanked her jeans down, and squatted simultaneously.  She closed her eyes as a thick stream of pee jetted from her hairy muff and splashed loudly on the carpet.

What the hell was I witnessing?  My heart beat madly.

"Ahh…" She sighed, and smiled at me, with smug satisfaction.  She wiped herself with a tissue, and dropped it on the floor. Then she gave me a glimpse of her shapely behind as she zipped up.

The puddle on the floor was surprisingly big!

I thought she was going to say something when she turned back around, but instead she just held up both middle fingers, and raised them over her shoulders as she walked away.

"What was that about?"

Anna shrugged. "You want her?"

"No! No!" I laughed, "She's too crazy for me! I'm already completely insane…

Anna? Anna?"

I was alone again..

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Edited August 25, 2020 by 1badboy
To correct some typos

[Lutab 1,013]

Hot new chapter. I like the peeing in the library. Maybe Anna can be even more naughty and pee over the books on the shelf. Swaying her hips from side to side to stain a swath of books with her bright yellow pee. 😉

[1badboy 562]

I aimed my penis at the side of dresser and watched my pee stream down the side onto the floor. 

My laptop sat on top of the dresser.  On the screen was a scene from a Japanese 'Maid Cafe'.  A very cute maid was attempting to take an order from some men at a table while one of the men fingered her under her skirt.  Behind her a man was savagely fucking another equally cute maid, on the floor, while a line of men waited their turn.

I had almost four hundred new emails, and I hadn't opened a single one. I really needed to sort through the emails and see if I had any that weren't requests to find missing people -- but I was scared of my own curiosity.  

I looked out my window into the dark.  My life was becoming surreal.  Maybe I needed professional help?

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I didn't know what drug I had taken but I was so high that everything was a blur.  I sort of knew what was going on..  Several female students were fighting with a professor.  He was laughing even though the situation was not funny.

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"Will, want to join us?" Jim was exiting the breakfast buffet at the Student Unions Food Court as I entered.

"Sure."

I found Sara and Jim eating at a booth next to a window.  They were both seated on one side of the booth, so I sat down on the other.

"You know this University has a bit of an underground drug problem." Sara took a bite of potatoes.

"Capsules of a designer drugs have been found around campus."  Jim poured syrup on his pancakes.  "Sara's working on a report for the paper." 

"Apparently it gives you a really nice high, something like crack." Sara sprinkled Tabasco sauce on her eggs. "But it also does other things." She smirked.

Jim grinned broadly, "It makes girls orgasm super easily."

Sara nodded, "Some girls become hypersexual, especially if they drink alcohol too."

And some girls pee all over campus!  I wanted to say.  " So you guys think the School of Veterinary Science is involved?" I glanced at Anna who was seated to the right of me.

"What?!" Sara looked at me like I was crazy.

Jim practically choked on his pancakes as he burst out laughing.  "Will just comes up with crazy stuff outta nowhere."

"I thought you said something about the School of Veterinary Science."

"Well I didn't." Sara gave me exasperated look. "Nobody knows who the dealer is.  He has a really clever method of exchange set up."

"Oh....  Sorry I guess I wasn't really listening…"

"Well you shouldn't just say things." Sara exhaled. "No wonder you don't have a girlfriend."

Anna stuck her tongue out at Sara.

My mom used to tell me the same sort of thing.  She had warned me that I could end up getting sued if I wasn't careful.  

I sighed, "Even without talking I still scare girls off."

Jim laughed, "What did you do?" 

"A girl at the dininghall saw my drawings.."

"Will!" Sara's eyes lit up. "Can I see your drawings?" 

"Okay….." I pulled my Roman Architecture notebook out of my backpack and opened it to the picture of Anna seated at the table with her blouse open.

"Wow! You are good!" Sara studied the picture. "Did you have a girl pose for that?"

"Not exactly..". I glanced to my right but Anna was gone.

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"Will!" Anna smiled broadly across the third floor of the library at me.  She ran towards me comically with her knees together.  "I missed you!" She pulled her jeans and panties down, and stood for a second so I could get a good look at her hairy bush. "Why do we keep separating?" She squatted and a thick stream of pee began splashing loudly on the carpet.

"I don't know....  Wow, that's a lot of pee." I watched the puddle grow larger -- and larger.

"I can pee as much as I want," Anna grinned broadly. "..whenever, and wherever I want to!"  She stood up, and the 'puddle' disappeared.

"Wow… Anna, do you want to come over to my dorm room so I can draw your picture?"

Anna smiled, "You want to draw nudes?"

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"Anna, are the girls who are into peegasms using drugs?" I watched her undress.

Anna frowned, "I don't know..  It's like I've forgotten something...  Maybe some of the girls are... but it has just become a popular thing to do.". She pulled off her jeans, and then her panties.

"Anna.." I reached for her. "Woah!" My hand went right through her.

"See you can't touch me." Anna gave me a sad look.

"Oh no, you're starting to fade!" I stepped backwards and watched Anna become sharp and clear again. "God, I want to touch you so badly!"

"I want to touch you too." Anna said with sadness. "I just can't.  Just draw me."

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"Will open the fucking door!" Jim sounded angry. "It's time we had a fucking talk!"

"What's the matter?" I opened the door cautiously.

Jim walked in silently and closed the door behind him. "Sara and I paid a visit to the School of Veterinary Science." 

"Why did you go there?"

"Because of what you said." Jim folded his arms. "Inside the main building there are large black and white mural style pictures on the walls of students working with animals…She.." Jim pointed at the drawings  on my desk. "..is in the pictures.  Her name is Anna Thatcher.  She has been missing for over a year.  Now you are going to tell me where the hell she is!"

[1badboy 562]

"She didn't just leave," I yelled at the computer screen, "..you had a big fight with her and you told her to leave!"

"I made a mistake." The woman cried.

"Well, she's with Lee.."

"And how do you know that?"

"I don't know.. it just comes to me.  Did Joan know a guy named Lee?"

"Yeah, he's a former boyfriend.  But she can't be with him.  He was abusive."

"She's with him."

"Wonderful.." The woman groaned. "Well I don't have any way of paying you."

"Who cares I'm not doing it for money."

"What? Why are you doing it?"

"I don't know.".  I clicked Yahoo Messenger off and looked out the car window. at the woods around me. 

The 'talk' with Jim hadn't gone well.  I'd shown him my website, and my emails, but that hadn't convinced him.  He'd gotten loud, and Bob, the dorm 'Resident Advisor', had shown up.  Fortunately Jim had held his tongue.  He must have trusted me on some level.

The Yahoo Messenger Window popped up.

"Hello Tom this is Will."

"Where the fuck is my wife?"

I took a breath. "You have a friend Bob, who's a big drinker?"

"What, you're fucking telling me she's with Bob?  That's fucking bullshit! Bob's a motherfucking loser!"

"Yeah, that's what I'm telling you."

"Well, fuck you!"

"Fuck you too asshole!  If you weren't such an asshole Karen wouldn't have left you for Bob!"

"I'm not fucking paying you for this!"

"I don't give a shit, I'm not doing this for money."

"Then why the fuck are you doing it?"

"I guess I'm trying to prove something to myself." I clicked Yahoo Messenger off.

The asphalt road I was parked on was so overgrown with weeds that I was sure it hadn't been used in years.  And my white Toyota Camry had to be one of the least conspicuous cars around.  So I was relatively safe.

I wasn't sure what had come over me.  The sudden rage I'd felt towards the Veterinary professor, at the School of Veterinary Science, was uncharacteristic of me.  His sudden smirk had somehow set me off.  Maybe I should have stopped after the knee to his crotch, but I was overcome with anger.  He could fight, but he was no match for me.  I remembered slamming his head into the brick wall -- but weirdly I felt no guilt..

I had removed my cars plates and tossed them in a dumpster right after leaving campus.  Then I had stolen some plates from a parked car with four flat tires.

The Yahoo Messenger screen popped up. 

"Janet.  Hi this is Will, you're early."

"Yes, Hi, my son Mark, is not a bad kid, he just fell in with a bad crowd…"

"Yeah?"

"He got into drugs.. Are you getting anything."

"No.. nothing." This was the sort of thing that could get me into real trouble.  "I think he's dead.."

"Oh God no! No! No! No!"

I clicked Yahoo Messenger off and wiped the tears out of my eyes.  She was the last I'd scheduled for tonight, and I'd had enough.

 

 

[1badboy 562]

 

"Professor Stone let me go! I won't tell! I won't! I won't!" Anna pleaded.  They passed a truckstop and Professor Stone took a left down a dirt road.

I opened my eyes slowly.  I was tired but I needed to get moving.  I'd given Professor Stone quite a beating but he was still alive.  I could sense his anger -- his rage. 

 "That's a good girl.."  I saw nothing but a blur. "Stay in the bed Anna.  You must rest and recover….. if you are to become our toy. You don't want us to have to get rid of you."

Why hadn't I tuned into this second man earlier? I felt he was a former student. His name?"

"Professor?" He answered his phone.

"Mark we've got a problem."

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My heart pounded and the pavement wizzed under me as I sped down the highway in the dark.  I could see the lights from the truckstop ahead.

Mark loaded the gun.  If the Professor was right, than he only had one person to deal with.  He knew what to do, he'd killed before.

I slowed as I passed the truckstop.  Where was the road? "Woah!" I almost missed it.

Mark headed outside with quiet determination.  All he had to do was stand to the side of the long dirt road and wait.  He would step out when the intruder got close enough, the intruder would slow, and he would have an easy shot.  It was a thrill he looked forwards to.

It's one thing to give advice to someone over the phone. It's another thing to confront the problem yourself.  I stopped for a second at the entrance. "Here goes nothing." I headed slowly down the dirt road.

Mark heard the sound of approaching car and smiled.   This was going to be fun!  "You're not going to see this coming."

"Yes I will!" I flipped my lights on high beam, shoved the peddle to the floor -- and drove straight at the figure on the right.

POP!   THAP!  "Ahh!" The car bounced wildly. "Shit!" I swerved back onto the road. "I'm dragging him!" I reached up and touched my burning right shoulder. "Fuck!"

A final jerk, on a rough spot in the road, told me that I'd lost the body.  Oh my God, I'd just fucking killed a person.. I saw the lights from the cabin approaching.  What was I going to find? 

 

[1badboy 562]

The 'cabin' wasn't huge, but it was bigger than I had anticipated possibly a two or three bedroom house.

I parked the car and anxiously headed to the front door.  It was unlocked, and I stepped inside.  A small old style color TV sat on a little stand across from a large comfortable looking beige fabric couch.  

I crossed the room into the modest kitchen.  It was just a simple older kitchen with linoleum counter tops and older appliances, but it was clean.

The bedrooms?  I followed the hallway past a little bathroom to two bedrooms.  Both were  furnished, but only one looked like it was currently being lived in.  The bed was not made, and clothes hung on the back of a chair in front of a desk.

Good lord, was I delusional? Had I just murdered the man who lived here -- for no reason? Or had 'they' hidden Anna?

I walked back through the kitchen and opened the door to the garage.  The garage was surprisingly large, but almost entirely empty except for a washer and dryer, and a couple blanket that hung from the ceiling next to them partitioning off a little 'room' in the corner.

I headed for the blankets, and pulled one open. "Jesus fucking Christ!" 

Anna lay in a bed hooked up to various medical instruments.  Her head was wrapped and I sensed that she had fallen and gotten a very serious concussion.

"Fuck!" I tripped over a tangle of jury-rigged electrical wires on the floor and almost fell on top of Anna.  The wires crackled loudly, but I didn't get a shock.

I cautiously touched Anna's forehead and a shock went through my body.  

"Mark, is not a bad kid, he just fell in with a bad crowd.."

"Anna, those are mine!" Mark had grabbed the box full of little bottles of pills from Anna.

"Professor Stone, I think Mark's dealing drugs… he got those from you didn't he?"

Anna opened her eyes and looked at me. "Will.."

I looked at the smoke coming from the bottom of the hanging blanket,  "I'm getting you out of here."

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The little county hospital was about a fourth of the size of the Tri-Valley hospital, in town, but Professor Stone was in Tri-valley, and there was probably a warrant out for my arrest.

"I just found her walking on the side of the road." I told the lady behind the counter. "She says her name is Anna Thatcher.

"Sir.." She gave me an intense look. "I need some sort of insurance.

"Yeah.... but why am I responsible?" 

"Sir.."

"Fuck it!" I pulled out a credit card.  I wondered if the police could track me through my credit card charges.

"Sir, there is no need to use that language." She charged me fifteen hundred dollars to admit Anna.

"Whatever.." I signed the receipt.

They put Anna in a room and I went out, to my car, to sleep.

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KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

Oh my God, they'd moved Anna to Tri-Valley!  I woke hot and sweaty in the painfully cramped backseat of my car.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

I looked out the fogged up car window at a security guard, and a police officer.

"How may I help you?" I opened the door.

The Sheriff motioned me out of the car.  He looked extremely tired and agitated. "Spread it" He pointed at his car.

"Ok…" I walked over and leaned against the Sheriff's car 'spread eagle'.  His police belt, holding his gun and radio lay on the passenger seat.

"Look honey, we just need to remain calm." The Sheriff spoke into his phone.

"I had a hunch there was something wrong with this guy." The security guard smiled broadly.  The Sheriff ignored him.

"Look.." I spoke carefully. "..your daughter Beth is at her friend Sharon's house.  Her boyfriend Keith got her pregnant."

"Sharon doesn't live here anymore."

"I know, she's at Sharon's house in Greeley Colorado."

The Sheriff walked a little ways away from me and dialed his phone.

It was now or never!  I grabbed the door handle and almost launched myself into the police cruiser.  The keys were in the ignition!

ROOM! The car started right up.

"Hey!" The Sheriff chased after me as I exited the parking lot.

The cars on the Highway were stopped, but I went around them on the shoulder.  I saw smoke ahead, then I saw the police cars blocking the Highway.

"Oh shit, I started a fire." I sped around the police cruisers, and fire engines.  Everything had been dry... Wow did that spread fast!

I drove through town fast -- and alone.  The police must have been too focused on the fire to notice me.  

The hospital parking lot was relatively empty, but I parked right in front of the entrance and grabbed the officers gun.   

Should I go for Professor Stone or Anna? "Oh fuck!" Professor Stone had anticipated that I would bring Anna here. I ran in the front door past a couple of frightened elderly women. Where are you Anna?  

A receptionist sat at a counter halfway down the hallway.

"Hi, do you know what room Anna Thatcher is in?"

"Is that a gun?!" The receptionist suddenly felt anxious for the girl down the hallway, in a room on the right.

"Thank you!" I ran down the hallway, and almost passed the room.  Inside, a doctor in green scrubs -- with a bandaged head -- was preparing a syringe. "Hey!" I shoved the door open.

The 'doctor' set the syringe down on a side table and grabbed something.

WHAP! He clobbered me in the head with a crutch.

POP! The gun exploded in my hand as I fell and spots clouded my eyes.

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"Wow,  he really got you good." The Sheriff looked at my black eye.  He folded his arms. "I washed your car…" He gave me a serious look. "You must have run over an animal.  There was a bit of blood on the undercarriage."

I sensed that the Sheriff had been involved in the investigation to find Anna.  He knew the Thatcher's.  "He was waiting for me when I went to get Anna.." 

"Shhh! That's all I need to know." The Sheriff eyed me cautiously. "Did you start that fire?"

"I think so, I tripped over some electrical wires in the house….  How is Beth?"

"She's okay.." The Sheriff exhaled. "We're having a talk with Keith tonight…. Look when the detective talks to you don't say much."

"I won't.  I just saw Anna walking on the side of the Highway, and picked her up."

The Sheriff nodded, "Apparently you operate a little online business, where you  help people find things."

"Yeah, but I'm not perfect.  There are times when I can't sense anything.  I don't know if I block it or...."

"Shhh.."

"You want me to come by the station once or twice a week?"

The Sheriff nodded, "There's a young lady, waiting to see you." He walked over and opened the door.

A nurse wheeled Anna in on a wheelchair. Anna smiled. "Will, I need to touch you." 

 

THE END