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~ The Sanitation Engineer ~

by Larisa

Top 25: Jul. 29, 2002

Disclaimer: Yep we al know who they remind us of but these are al mine. Al the normal stuff that's in al my stuff is in here.

Violence: Some, not much

Sex: Of course there is!

The rest of the story: If you're a baby and stil in diapers, come back when you're no longer jailbait. If it's ilegal in your state,

you live in a very boring place and should move.

Thanks to my Beta reader Salt4 for al the work, she did on this piece and Lesia, Ri, Maggie, Pebbles and the Webwarrior and

Bardeyes. I'm a slave ta terrorize ya guys.

The Sanitation Engineer

By Larisa

Hecate3366@frontiernet.net

The sun was yet to make its appearance in the sky, mists hung close to the ground, trailing their chiled fingers across surfaces. Dampness ran to colect in the gutter of a

glistening road top. Streetlights gave an eerie glow to vehicles, trashcans and gathered litter and a tal dark figure waiting in the gloom of an aleyway. Dressed in black, the

figure lounged against the damp brick wal of the adult bookstore. The gleam of a smal silver object shone beneath the streetlight and then disappeared.

"Where the fuck is he?" A deep voice asked the darkness while a snapping noise signaled the closing of a pocket watch. The low chirp of a cel phone came from the deep

pocket of the black leather duster the tal figure wore. A quick snip and a pale yelow glow of the phone cast the figure's face into jagged slashes of light when the phone was

raised to an ear.

"Brice."

" Hey boss, the goods are in the trashcan across from you, I had an emergency and had to run. Mama ran out of Depends diapers ."

"Why the Hel did you put it in the garbage?"

" I was in a hurry; it's wrapped in newspaper, inside a Food Lion bag that's inside a brown paper bag, inside a green garbage bag. Second steel garbage can on the

right, Gotta go, happy scrounging. " The voice was gone with the sound of the phone hanging up.

Narrowed eyes looked down at the slim phone in a large caloused hand and then to the garbage cans across the street.

"Stupid bastard couldn't walk across and hand me the goods."

Before Brice could move, a large baby blue garbage truck with a huge rainbow across the side came lumbering down the street on the opposite side. Coming from behind the

truck was the most horrid noise ever to grace the ears of man or beast. A voice was singing loudly and in notes not meant to do anything but scare rodents away. The little

electronic boxes, emitting the high piercing sound waves, sounded soothing compared to this. Brice slapped large hands over twitching ears and prayed for her eardrums not to

bleed.

"Anxiety's got me on the run, anxiety destroys al the fuuuuuuun!

Can't ya hear my heartbeat, hear the way it sounds?

Can't ya feel my heartbeat, feel the way it pounds.

Don't ya have something ta slow it down yeaaah?"

A smal figure dressed in grey work clothes bounced in the street behind the garbage truck, grabbing trash and tossing it into the large gapping mouth of the crusher. With each

chorus she screamed, she did a little hip thrust to punctuate her words. Brice watched in horror as the second steel garbage can was tossed, slammed and banged onto the lip

of the truck. After it was severely dented, it was tossed to the curb to rol aimlessly. The smal women grabbed the handle on the side of the truck, her short blond hair blowing

in the breeze as the truck moved through town.

Brice kicked the wal and everything in her path, the garbage cans scattered al over the street as she took out her anger at having lost the pick-up by mere seconds. Jumping

up and down on the steel can, she made sure that it would never be used for anything again. The sounds of yeling came from a window above her and then sirens from a cop

car approaching her. Kicking a can one last time, she ran off into the dark screaming curses to who ever she could think of. Running to her nondescript 1988 black Ford

Escort with a bumper sticker that said "Bite Me" on its rusty bumper. She cringed when she puled open the door and it let out a loud rusty squeaking noise. Jumping inside, the

driver's seat fel to the side when the 2x4 slipped from beneath the seat's frame and fel halfway through the huge hole in the floor. Turning the key, the starter clicked until it

caught and the engine sputtered to life.

"Have to folow that damn truck!" She wrenched the steering wheel in a tight turn and groaned. "No damn power steering! Fucking piece of shit Ford!" Screaming at the top of

her lungs, she steered her car down the street the garbage truck. The Escort thumped and banged down Queen St. with the driver's side sitting much lower in front because of

the Mickey Mouse spare wheel that donned the front axle. In minutes, smoke filed the smal car causing Brice to open the windows and stick her head out to see where she

was driving. She was used to smeling oil burning but not the scent of burning wood. The 2x4 sticking through the floor, glowed like a matchstick as she picked up speed in her

pursuit of the garbage truck.

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The truck rumbled down the gravel road toward the landfil. Dink had given up hanging off the side of the truck going down this road because at the end of the ride, she had

so much dust covering her that she looked like Casper the friendly ghost. Sitting up in the cab with her co-worker and roommate, who everyone knew as DK because she

said, "Don't know" to every question, she was asked. Dink bounced up and down in the seat as she sang at the top of her lungs to the music coming through the headset of her

CD player.

Your love is like a tidal wave, spinning over my head

Drownin' me in your promises, better left unsaid

You're the right kind of sinner, to release my inner Fantasy.

The invincible winner, and you know that you were born to be.

You're a Heartbreaker

Dream Maker, Love Taker

Don't you mess around with me!

You're a Heartbreaker

Dream Maker, Love Taker

Don't you mess around…NO. NO. NO!

She looked at DK, who was completely oblivious to her surroundings and the God-awful sound of Dink's singing and grinned . Thanks to the dark wraparound sunglasses,

headphones, cotton and earplugs that protected her hearing. Her dark wild hair tangled around her neck and covered half of her scowling face; she knew what Dink was doing

and hoped that she would fal into the landfil when she emptied the truck. Puling up to the edge, DK swung the truck around and backed it up. Hitting the brakes at the last

second, she stopped, kicked the footbrake in, hit the switches that controled the crusher and got out of the truck. Dink was already in the back with a long wooden pole with

a nasty looking pointy hook on the end. The scraping noise of the crusher came to a halt from something blocking the hydraulic piston. Using her hook, she puled out a large

piece of wood and jumped back when a ragged paper bag popped out and landed at her feet.

"Put your eye out with that thing." DK growled at her and hit the button to engage the crusher.

"Jab you in your ass with it Lesssslie." She knew using DK's real name and dragging it out would irritate the hel out of her.

Gold eyes looked over the edge of dark sunglasses to glare at a grinning Dink. A lip curled up to show a gleaming white canine as a low throaty growl came through clenched

teeth. "Shudup Dink!" Taking slow steps toward Dink, she came to an abrupt halt when garbage was forced from the back of the truck. "GOT LUCKY!" Was yeled over the

noise. Dink picked up the paper bag and was ready to chuck it with the rest of the trash, when a box fel out. Opening it up, she pumped one hand in the air and yeled "YES!"

Dropping down to sit with her feet hanging over the edge of the landfil pit, she looked closer at what she had found. A huge grin came to her face as she looked at the Buzz

Light-Year dol. "Kewl! I don't have this model yet. You can sit right next to Woody. " She wiped a bit of dust off the plastic and continued to talk to the dol.

"Dink let's go." DK hit the button and made sure that the crusher retracted al the way back before shutting it down.

"Look what I got Leslie, it's the colector's edition of Buzz! Ya know how much this is worth on E-Bay? I could sel it for a couple hundred bucks!" She grinned at her. "But I

won't, he's gonna sit next to Woody. Aren't cha?" She imitated his voice, " Buzz Light-Year master of the universe!"

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Brice walked into her store that she owned with her long time friend Terry. They had opened the novelty shop ten years ago to sel hard to get colectors items to the public.

They had everything ranging from comic books to old 45 records. What made them lots of money were the figurines of super heroes like Xena, Gabriele, X-men, Spiderman,

Batman, Buffy, Wilow and the Spawn characters. What they had lost that morning was something that would have brought them a sum of $600.00 dolars. Brice couldn't wait

to get her hands on their friend and employee Ralph, he had cost them this sale and she would make sure that he paid for it. Going into the back office, she saw a head ful of

curly tawny hair peeking up from behind the desk that they shared.

"That God damn stupid ass Ralph lost our sale this morning!"

Terry jumped up and hit her forehead on the filing cabinet she was looking through. Rubbing her brow line, she glared at Brice with hazel colored eyes.

"I hate when you sneak up on me!" She got up to stand nose to chest with her six-foot friend. "One of these days I'm gonna knock myself out and it'l be al your fault!" She

jabbed a finger into Brice's chest. "Now explain to me what Ralph did this time."

Crystal blue eyes were revealed when Brice took her Raybans off and laid them on the desk. Rubbing her eyes slowly, she tried to wipe the weariness from their depths.

"He put the package in a trash can and before I could get it, a garbage truck came by and this little woman with the worst singing voice I have ever heard, threw everything in

her garbage truck and left." She sat with one hip propped on the edge of the desk and moaned. "I tried to folow the truck but my car caught on fire, so I lost them."

A portly man with the top of his head reflecting the overhead lights walked into the back room. He stopped, pointed a finger at Brice and rubbed his beard covered chin with

his other hand.

"It's not my fault you were (opps) too slow getting across the street." He threw up his hands and roled his eyes. "I have no idea why you have to pretend that we're some kind

of criminals and play cloak and dagger shit al the time."

Brice stood up and came to her complete height to look down into Ralph's brown eyes. Her voice dropped to a dangerous purr.

"Because little man, I like playing games. It keeps my many skils honed to perfection, that's why." She grabbed the hair on his chin, gave it a yank and smirked when he gave

out a loud yelp. "Now get your ass moving and find us another one before I go warrior princess on your ass and kick it to Hades and back!"

Ralph waved a hand in the air at her. "You are so damn…butch!" He glanced around her tal muscular body at Terry. "Why don't you get her a date so she can get laid, the

Gods know she might be nicer after some woman changes her oil." A deep growl came from Brice; Ralph snorted at her, smacked her in her tight stomach and walked from

the office. "Don't worry, I'l find the damn thing, after I get my mama her damn Depends. She needs to be potty trained again." He tossed over his shoulder to them.

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Dink walked into her bedroom after taking a shower, her short blond hair slicked back and dripping into the colar of her grey Alcatraz T-shirt. Picking the box up with Buzz in

it, she placed it on the shelf right next to Woody and al her other toys. For years, she had colected toys of every kind, but her favorites were the X-men and Xena. There was

something about the tal dark warrior that caled to her. She had every video of the series and watched them repeatedly until she had the lines memorized. Numerous times, DK

had caught her throwing a plastic Chakram in the house.

"Dink come and eat!" DK yeled from the kitchen where she had been making lunch for them. She placed the huge pot of spaghetti in the center of the table and dropped two

forks into the pot. Grabbing a cartoon of milk, she set it next to the spaghetti before taking her seat. She had just filed her mouth, when Dink came charging in to the kitchen,

slid across the tiled floor in her socks and dropped into her chair. They ate their lunch from the pot and shared the milk until DK was ful and ready to explode. Dink on the

other hand, had gotten a loaf of bread and was cleaning the inside of the pot of the sauce with a buttered slice.. When she finished, she went to the pantry, got a bag of Oreo's

and continued to eat. DK wanted to cal Ripley's Believe It or Not and have Dink on the show as a human garbage disposal.

"Where the Hel do you put al that food?" She asked as she rubbed her aching stomach.

"Don't know." She said and chuckled at DK's glare. "What are we gonna do tonight?"

"Same thing we do every night, sit and stare at each other."

"God our lives are so thriling!" She dropped her head onto the table and groaned.

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With Dink threatening to sing the entire night from her favorite CD by Belinda Carlyle and the Go Go's, DK gave in and went to a nearby bar that had karaoke after 9pm. DK

knew that Dink would get up on stage, make a complete ass of herself, and cause the patrons of the bar to throw money at her to get her off the stage. After she thought about

it she realized, the money that Dink picked up whenever they went to that bar was enough to pay for their drinks and get breakfast when they left.

"Come on Dink its 9:02pm get up there and sing. We have drinks to pay for!" DK pushed her toward the stage and ducked the beer caps that people threw at her. Standing to

her great height of five foot six, she pointed a finger at one man who was going to throw a lemon he had taken from the bar. "You throw that and I'l shove it up your ass!" Her

golden eyes bore into his until he dropped the lemon and turned to face the mirror on the wal. "Asshole men, kick his ass and enjoy it!" She mumbled on her way back to their

table.

Dink bowed to the screaming crowd. She just didn't get it that they were screaming in horror, not because she was good.

"Thanks everyone, hopefuly I'l get a song you al know." She turned to the blue screen that would show the words for the song that she was to perform. After the first few

chords of the song, the patrons let out a loud colective groan, some went as far as to cover their ears. "I love this song!" Dink said over the microphone and gave everyone a

big smile that went al the way to her green eyes. "I love Britney Spears!" She bounced around on the stage and waited for the lyrics to show on the screen.

"You tel me your in love with me.

Like you can't take your

pretty eyes away from meeeeee!

It's not that I don't want to stay

but every time you come too close I move awaaaaay!"

Dink continued to sing even though quarters and nickels bounced off her body. The man from earlier, tried to walk up to the stage and dodge the coins being thrown around

him. Covering his one ear, he used his shoulder to block the other while he dug in his pocket for money.

"Hey Dink! I got a fifty if you get OFF the stage!" He yeled and waved the bil at her. She took one look at the money, hung the microphone up, grabbed the fifty and ran to

join DK.

"Damn I'm getting good if I get a fifty out of it!" She waved the bil in front of DK and gave out a triumphant YES! She went up on stage two more times and got the same

reaction, except for the fifty bucks the now inebriated man had given her earlier. They left at closing time with Dink hanging onto DK to keep from faling over. It would be a

long walk home since neither one of them could see straight.

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"Wil you hold the God damn flashlight where I can see! You stupid little man!" Brice yeled from where she was hip deep in garbage. The three of them had been out at the

landfil for hours, looking through the garbage trying to find the package that was lost. Ralph sat with his legs dangling over the edge; he kept shining the flashlight away from

Brice every time he heard a noise. His greatest fear was to have a rat run up his pant leg, he wasn't taking any chances on that happening. He had a Louisvile slugger and a big

rock at hand just in case one came near him.

In his lisping faggot voice, he whined. "Brice you do realize that it's dark out here and I'm being eaten alive by mosquitoes carrying hypodermic needles."

"Shudup Ralph! Or get down here and help!" She yeled back, then tripped and fel face first into the garbage.

"Holy shit something got her!" Terry yeled and tried to make her way over to her friend. She let out a blood-curdling scream when a bat swooped down and tangled itself in

her hair. She thrashed around in the garbage, swinging her arms trying to beat off the poor flying rodent, which was trying to get away from her. She crawled across the

garbage and landed on top of a struggling Brice. Together they screamed, yeled and beat at Terry's head.

"Hey! You can't do that down there!" Ralph yeled and shined the flashlight into their panicked eyes. "Get a motel room for Gods sake." He smacked his forehead and winched.

"Sex and the garbage dump, the sordid tail of desperation."

"You're a dead man, Ralph!" Brice yeled while crawling across the garbage and dragging an hysterical Terry by her leg. "Worse! You're taking bat woman home with you!"

"The Hel I am!" He jumped up, grabbed his basebal bat and ran off into the night, leaving Brice to drag Terry out of the pit and take her home.

When they got home, Brice gave her one of her "don't fuck with me looks" and stomped off toward her bedroom, mumbling under her breath and praying that Ralph would be

attacked by flying monkeys that would haul his flaming faggot ass off to Oz.

"I hate this shit!" Terry yeled from where she was standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom. "Are you sure he's not stil in my hair somewhere?"

"Don't worry about it, with the way you look in the morning no one wil know anyway." Brice yeled back to her. "Who knows, he may find a girlfriend hiding in there." She said

to herself and chuckled.

"If I find him stil in my hair…I'm SLEEPING WITH YOU!"

The sound of Brice's bedroom door slamming shut and the lock going home had her panicking, she turned the shower on as hot as she could get it and jumped in fuly clothed.

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DK roled from her bed and crawled across the floor to the bathroom. She wouldn't have had a problem, except Dink was lying in the halway and in her way for al of a

second. She crawled over the top of her and stopped with her head resting on the cold toilet seat. A long sigh came from her when the coldness chased away the fever from

her overindulgence of Sex on the Beach shooters. The thought of a Fuzzy Naval made her insides rol and shivers go up her back. Al she could picture was some fat guy with

his short fat fingers jiggling his hairy gut. Shivering, she crawled on hands and knees to the bathtub and fel in. Turning the water on, she screamed when it came out ice cold.

"Shudup, Leslie!" Dink yeled from the halway and groaned when a pain shot through her head and almost forced her eyebals to fal out. "No more Fuzzy Naval shooters!"

She whimpered from the floor and heard DK scream from the bathroom. A loud roar had the floor shaking beneath her, she patted her stomach trying to calm down the

monster within. What she wanted was almost cooked eggs, greasy bacon and English muffins saturated in grape jely. Her cooking was something close to a three-alarm fire,

she had gotten use to eating her eggs almost cooked and her bacon burnt to a crisp. If not for the little dial on the toaster, she was sure she'd burn her English muffins as wel.

She had done that half a dozen times, that's what the five-galon jar of jely was for, to make the muffins edible when burnt.

Dumping the eggs into the frying pan, she ignored the bits of shel in them and added shredded cheddar cheese to disguise them.

"Ohh my Gods!" DK groaned from where she was leaning against the doorframe in soaking wet clothes. "How can you eat with a hang over from Hel!?"

She turned around to face DK with a spoon hanging out of her mouth and grape jely al over her face. She puled the spoon from her mouth and held it out to her roommate.

"Want some? It's realy good."

DK shuddered, her face turned white and an inhuman noise came from her before she ran for the bathroom. "Eeehhhggg."

Dink shrugged her shoulders and went back to fixing her breakfast.

"Suit yourself, more for me!"

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When Terry and Brice entered the store, Ralph had just hung up the phone. His face a pale color with sweat roling down his temples. He gave Brice a worried look and

fumbled with the notepad before him.

"That was the guy who wanted the package, he…us…we're al dead!" He screamed and fel from his chair in a dead faint.

"What the Hel is he yakking about?" Brice took the pad from the desk and read what Ralph had written down.

Mr. Paul Benson (283) 458-0391 package in three days or else!

"Have ya ever noticed that Ralph writes like a psychopath?" Brice handed the pad to Terry, went over, slapped the Hel out of Ralph until he came to and then slugged him in

his jaw. Terry raised an eyebrow at her.

"Did you just wake him up and knock him out again?"

"Yep, and it was fun to. Get on the phone and see if you can find another package for that Sampson idiot."

"You mean do the usual thing of screwing people out of prized positions?"

"Yep and I'm gonna check E-Bay and see if we have any hits on our stuff."

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Terry was leaned back in her chair, her feet on the desk and speaking into the phone in a sultry voice that could give gay men hard-on's.

"Yes Sir, this is Terrance Penbrook and I am the executive officer for the recal department of Disney. Because you sent in the warranty paper after your purchase, I am able to

contact you. We seem to have a problem with our Buzz Light-Year colector's model and Mr. Walt, I cal him that because we're such close friends. Any who," She drops her

voice to a deep purr. "It seems that the dol wil say very nasty things when your child presses the speak button. We've had reports that he offers to give oral sex." She paused

when the man gave a horrified gasp and yeled for his wife to get the toy. "Sir what I need you to do is send that toy to us here and we wil replace him with a model that has

been checked for the bad micro chip." She gave him the address and hung up with a satisfied smile on her face. She had finaly found a sucker after making 30 phone cals, it

had become so much easier after Brice had conned some kindergartener into hacking into al the major toy companies warranty files. They could pul up a toy, get the

purchasers information and cal them.

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"Listen you little trol! There's no way in Hel that I'm gonna drop the price of a signed picture of Spiderman to a buck!"

Huge green eyes glared up at her from behind glasses that had to be at the least three inches thick. The kid had a night brace sticking out of his fleshy lips, drool ran down the

corners of his mouth and when he spoke spittle sprayed al over the place.

"It's only worth a buck you Amazon bitch!" He lisped. "I can get one on Yahoo for a buck!" His fluorescent red hair stuck up from where the rubber head strap crossed his

pointy-head. Brice was about to bust into hysterical laughter, but held it in check, when his face turned the same color as his hair and his big ears started flapping.

"I had to scale a freaking building, chase him across roof tops, and then tackle him to get that signature. Give me two bucks and it's yours."

"Al right, I can't believe I'm paying two bucks for this." He puled out a change purse and started counting out pennies. Brice roled her eyes and let out a deep groan.

Ralph poked his head up from the PC where he was checking their E-Bay auctions. "When you're done, I need you and the Queen in the back room. I have an order to fil."

He snickered and added. "In costume you butch bitch."

Brice narrowed her eyes and threw a penny at him.

"Hey you screwed up my counting!" The red haired trol whined at her.

"Gimme those damn pennies!" She scooped up a handful and weighed them in her hand. Tossing two back on the counter, she dropped the rest into the register and growled.

"Get out!" She let out a crazed laugh when the trol screamed and ran from the store. "Fucking little freak! Signed Spidey picture my hairy ass!"

Ralph raised a dark brow at her. "You have hair on your ass?"

"No you dumb fag, when's the last time you saw Spiderman and got him to sign a picture?"

"Ohhh I gotcha, now get back there and get changed. I need to get this picture out today."

Brice yeled for Terry and walked to the closet where they kept a variety of costumes. Puling out what they would need, she went into the back to get changed. A few minutes

later, she yeled for Ralph and told him to get his camera.

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"Ohhh come on now, we al know about the subtext. Get closer you two, you have to make those goo goo eyes at each other." Ralph was getting frustrated with them, he

walked up and moved their bodies the way he needed them posed. "OK, now Terry put you face right against her tit and look up with that sappy adoring look."

Ice blue eyes narrowed, Brice flipped her long hair over her shoulder and pointed a long finger toward him. "Ralph, you have two seconds to snap the damn picture before I let

this fake Chakram trim your beard!"

"You two are impossible!" He snapped the picture, ran to the PC unit, downloaded it from the digital camera and waited for it to come out of the printer. When it was finished,

he went into the back room with a black magic marker. "Now sign it To Candy, Love Xena and Gabriele."

Terry shook her head in amazement and signed the picture. "I can't believe those fools fal for this, I look nothing like Renee O'Connor. "

"Look at me." Brice held out her arms to show off her fake brass breastplate. "My tits are bigger, I'm taler than her and I cut my damn finger putting that resin sword in it's

sheath, do ya think Lucy ever did that?

"Ohh who cares!" Ralph said while placing the 8x10 picture in an express envelope. "We just made $25.00 for two minutes work."

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Paul Benson cringed at the loud voice chewing him a new asshole. It wasn't his fault that the damn novelty shop fucked up the delivery. Al he did was arrange for their military

contact to sel the toy to the novelty shop and then they were to pick it up and deliver it to him so that he could give it to his boss Aaron Sampson. Now he was trying to

explain everything to the son of a bitch.

"I don't care what you have to do, you get that damn toy! That microchip wil be in my hand ASAP! I already told the Russians that we could get it from the military. Without it

they can't build their guided missiles!" He leaned over his desk, his brown eyes boring into the other man's. "Get it or I send you to Russia to explain!" He sat back in his chair

and smoothed down his goatee.

"Yes Sir, I'l get on it right away."

"Do whatever you need to do, even if it means hiding bodies!"

Benson ran from the office, he would have to make reservations for the next flight from New York to Dules Airport and then rent a car to drive to Charlestown, West Virginia.

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Early the next morning Brice and Terry stopped at McDonalds drive thru for breakfast and then headed to the store. Terry had wrapped herself in a bed sheet to keep from

getting her clothes covered in soot from Brice's car. She couldn't believe that the damn thing was stil running after catching on fire. The paint was bubbled and browned in

places, the windows were shattered, al of the upholstery was blackened and burnt completely through in places to show the springs.

"You need a new car Brice."

"I can't afford one now, I was depending on that sale. I needed two hundred more to be able to buy that 1983 Honda Civic at Bob's car sales."

"Uuhmm Brice, how the Hel are your long legs gonna fit in that tiny car?" She gazed down to where Brice's kneecaps came close to the steering wheel of the much bigger

Escort.

She grinned at Terry and winked. "Easy, I was going to take out the driver's seat and sit in the back."

They went into the store; Brice stopped and was looking out the door when a big baby blue garbage truck went past. Her jaw dropped and she stuttered and pointed at it.

"Terr…that's….truck…toy!" She ran around the store trying to find her keys. "Where's my keys?!"

"In your pocket genius." She said off handed. "Hey, maybe one of the garbage men took the package?"

Brice froze where she was standing halfway out the door, looking back over her shoulder an evil wicked gleam came to her blue eyes, folowed by a demonic grin.

"I never thought of that? They always pick up stuff and take it home." She remembered her garbage man taking an old broken down end table and putting it in the cab of the

garbage truck. "I have to find that little blond with the awful singing voice." She paced the length of the store and got an idea. "I'l be back!" She sprinted out the door, jumped

into her crispy car and lurched away.

"I think she's finaly lost it?"

"Lost what?" Ralph said from the back room.

"Her mind, she's going to look for the blond garbage person. She might have that Buzz dol, and Brice is going to see if that's the case. If she finds her, that is."

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Dink was hanging off the side of the garbage truck, her CD player blasting in her ears as they drove down a side street, known to have the most trash. This was one of the few

places that DK would get out and help load the truck. Dink shook her head at the raggedy couch and chair that someone had thrown out. Did they think that they drove a

mulching truck or something? She picked up the chair and struggled with it until DK gave her a hand getting into the back of the truck; she hit the controls and watched the

crusher turn it into toothpicks.

"God I love when it does that." DK yeled over the noise. "Love to throw our boss in there." She grinned evily. "Or your CD colection!" They hefted the couch in and watched

it get crushed in half. Using Dink's stick, DK pushed it in the rest of the way until it was smashed to pieces. Forty-five minutes later, they were done with that street and headed

to the landfil to empty the truck. When they puled up to the edge, Dink jumped out and hit the controls to push the garbage out of the truck. She dropped down on the

ground and rested while the truck was emptying. It had been a long day and they stil had three more runs to make before they could go home. Lying back on the ground, she

fel into a light sleep.

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Brice drove her lurching car around town looking for the right garbage truck. She had no idea what she would do when she found it. She spoke to the little Yoda dol glued to

the dashboard, "By chance while you were scaring us al to death with your singing, did you find a Buzz Light-Year dol in the garbage? I lost my doly; did you find it in the

garbage? Give me the dol or I'l kick your ass! If I don't get Buzz back, a customer's gonna kil us! I can't believe that I'm talking to Yoda, better I can't believe that I'm going

to go up to a total stranger and ask if they have Buzz at home and can I have him back!" She had driven around town for an hour before it hit her that the truck might be at the

landfil. Turning around, she headed in the opposite direction. "You are so stupid Brice Marlton; you should have gone there to begin with and waited." Twenty minutes later,

she was puling down the gravel road to the landfil. Taking the long way around, she stopped when she spotted five baby blue garbage trucks al emptying into the huge pit.

"Shit, just my luck." She drove slowly past the trucks looking for the smal blonde woman.

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DK bent over and turned off Dink's CD player. "Get up, Dink! I swear you can sleep anywhere." DK kicked her foot and waited. "Two seconds and I rol you into the pit!"

"Meany! won't let me sleep at the landfil." She roled to her feet and swayed. "It's such a beautiful place, stagnant air, black flies and al the comforts of the Hilton."

They got into the truck and puled away, DK did a double take when a burned out Escort lurched past.

"Wonder if she's gonna drive it off into the pit?"

"Who and what?" Dink asked as she looked out her side view mirror.

DK gave her a smirk. "Don't know."

"Yeah right." She waved her CD player in front of DK. "Get ready, I have Tina Turner today." She put her earplugs in, turned her CD player on and let her feet tap dance

across the dashboard to the theme song from Mad Max Beyond Thunder Dome.

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Brice came to a halt to avoid the garbage truck; she looked into her rear view mirror and saw the blonde woman looking at her from the side view mirror of the truck. She hit

the gas pedal and heard her car cough and then die.

"You son of a bitch!" She turned the key and heard the starter click and then nothing. She swung the door open, cringed from the noise and puled the hood up. "Rotten piece

of shit!" Steam rose from the radiator cap, oil leaked from the valve cover gaskets and a hose spurted antifreeze. "Damn it to Hades and back!" She went to the back seat, got

her rol of duct tape and taped up the hose. Now al she could do was wait for it to cool down and use her solar powered battery charger to get it started and maybe a

hammer on the starter. Sitting on the rusty bumper, she rested her forearms on her thighs and let her head hang down. "Just my luck, I find her and this piece of shit dies on

me."

"Hey ya need some help lady?"

Brice looked up to see an older man in a grey uniform coming toward her.

"It overheated; I'm waiting for it to cool down."

He looked at the car and snorted. "If I was you, I'd push it in the pit and be done with it."

She gave him a grin and nodded her head. "Believe me I'm very tempted at this point." She got up and slammed the hood down, then turn to look at him. "Do you know a little

blonde woman that drives a garbage truck?"

"Only have one woman driving and that's DK, but she's got dark hair." He scratched his jaw and chin, spit tobacco juice a few feet away then turned back to her. "Now there's

her roommate Dink, she's blonde and crazier than hel."

Brice's face lit up, a smal smile came to her lips. "Sing realy bad and dances around?"

"Yep, that's her. Why ya wanna know?"

"She ahhh colected the garbage from my store and something may have been thrown out by mistake." She held out her hands to him. "Just wanted to ask her if she saw it."

"I can tel ya that they go ta that Karaoke bar in town, but take earplugs." He grinned with tobacco stained teeth. "She gets up there and sings."

Brice shivered at the thought of the blond singing. "I'l be sure and take plenty of hearing protection. Thanks." She jumped back in her car, pumped the gas pedal and prayed

that it would start. She had plans to make and bribery to do. There was no way in Hel she was going to a karaoke bar alone. She would drag Terry with her so that she could

have her ears bleed right along with her.

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"Come on Lesssslie! I wanna go sing." Dink was on her knees, arms wrapped around a thick muscular thigh. "Pleeeeease! I'l buy breakfast." She whined and gave her best

puppy dog look.

"Breakfast at IHOP?" DK asked.

"Anywhere you want."

A huge toothy grin came across DK's face; she nodded her head and helped Dink to her feet. "Can I ask ya something?"

"Sure, what cha want ta know?" She batted her lashes at her.

"Why do we go there al the time and don't tel me it's so you can sing. You sing al damn day and even when you sleep!"

A light blush ran up from her neck to color her cheeks a healthy pink. Her eyes downcast she answered in a whisper.

"I want a woman who can sing to me."

"Dink, that happens to be the straightest place around, and you're the only woman who's ever gotten up there and sang."

"I can hope can't I? Who knows? Maybe some big butch woman wil get lost and wander in there one night?"

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"You want me to do what?" Terry yeled. "Karaoke bar? Are you nuts or what?"

Pale blue eyes roled, Brice threw her head back and shook her head. "Come on Terry, she goes there to terrorize the hearing. If you can chat her up, which you do soooo

good, then we can see if she has Buzz."

"You are sooo good at BULLSHIT!" She shook her head making her long tawny hair swirl across her shoulders. "Chat her up, and what if she knocks the Hel outta me

because she thinks I'm hitting on her?"

Brice shot her a lopsided grin and clapped her on the shoulder. "Duck and run like hel."

"And how am I supposed to know who she is?"

"Easy, when your ears ache and start to bleed, look on stage and you'l find her."

"OOHH GREAT! My ears bleeding." She walked away mumbling under her breath.

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Dink put on her rattiest blue jeans, a white wife beater and her black work boots. She wanted to make sure that if a dyke did come in she could recognize her right off.

Running her hands through her hair, she mussed it to give it an un-kept look. Satisfied with the way she looked, she went to see if DK was ready.

When they walked into the bar, the place was more crowded than usual. Then again, it was Friday. DK went to the bar and got their drinks while, Dink found a table close to

the dance floor and stage. It was stil early so they had about an hour to wait until the karaoke started. After staking claim to a table, Dink went onto the dance floor and

danced alone. DK watched her smal roommate dance, she may not be able to sing but she could certainly make everyone's blood boil when she danced. A few minutes before

9pm, Dink came back to the table to slam her beer and take a few minutes to catch her breath. She had a good feeling that night her life was about to change.

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Paul Benson swore up and down that he was the sorriest bastard in the world. He had folowed Brice al day long, since he had located her store. The fumes coming from her

car were so bad that he had a migraine and now he was inside a damn karaoke bar. He checked the .38 pistol in the back of his waistband and felt a little better. He was

running out of time, in just a day and a half, he had to have the dol and get it back to his boss. He would give her half a day and then take care of everyone involved. He

wasn't going to take any chances with this assignment; his own life depended on it. He moved in the shadows of the bar but kept an eye on the tal woman and her friend. After

browsing her store and speaking to a flaming little man, he knew that they had no Buzz dols in the store. He needed to get in her house and see if she had lied about the thing

being taken to the landfil by mistake. He thought that maybe the outrageous price that Mr. Sampson had paid for the dol had made her suspicious.

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Brice and Terry stood at the very back of the bar and watched Dink dance. Brice felt her blood roar in her ears, while Terry filed her fingernails.

"Uuhhmm Brice you big dummy, if you're staring at her thinking you can wil her clothes away, it doesn't work! The Gods know I've tried that a few times and been completely

disappointed."

"No you just take al the clothes off the dols in the shop."

Terry's eyes grew wide, her mouth opened and worked for a bit before she spoke. "How…I do…wel..." She dropped her hazel eyes to the floor and scuffed her toes. "So,

it's been years since I've seen a real honest to God naked woman."

"That may change tonight." She nodded to Dink. "Go charm her clothes off. Use that sexy ass telephone voice of yours."

"And if I manage to do that, then what?"

"You go home with her and search her house for Buzz."

"So I bang her and then search? That sounds so…cheap, not to mention low!"

Al Brice could do was shrug her shoulders and push Terry toward Dink. "Go get her, Terry." Her heart fought with her over what she had just done. She knew it wasn't right to

use the woman like that but her and her friends' lives depended on finding that stupid dol. What bothered her was why the dol was so important. Why would this man pay

$600.00 for the damn thing, when he could get it somewhere else a whole lot cheaper? When and if they got Buzz, she was going to make sure that she took the damn thing to

a friend of hers and have it checked out before she turned it over.

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Terry straightened her clothes and strutted over to where Dink was sitting alone. She cleared her throat and leaned against the edge of the table. "Excuse me, I've never been

here before can you tel me what the stage is for?" Green eyes lifted to lock with twinkling hazel. "Can I sit down; I feel a little funny hovering over you like this?"

"Sure have a seat." Dink pushed the chair across from her out with her foot. "The stage is for Karaoke, ya know when people get up there and make asses out of themselves?"

She gave Terry a smal smile. "Do you sing?"

Terry smiled and shook her head no. "Can't carry a tune to save my life. Why?"

"Ohh, no reason realy." She blushed and looked down at the tabletop to play in the moisture from her beer bottle.

"Ohh, come on, I can tel by that look that there's more to it than that. Who better to tel than a total stranger?" She leaned over the table and offered Dink a friendly smile.

"Al right, I see your point." She picked up the red rose she had bought up at the bar and sniffed it's delicate scent. "This wil sound realy stupid and pathetic. I want a woman

to sing to me."

Alarms went off in Terry's head; here was something she could work with. "Does she have to be good?"

"No, it's just the thought of someone doing something as simple as singing to me that counts. Is that lame or what?"

Terry gave her a genuine smile. "No it's not; people take the smal things for granted."

Dink realized the lights on the stage had come on; a wicked grin came to her face. "Looks like it's time for me to make the drink money." She winked at Terry. "Nice talking to

you, maybe I'l see you after I sing?"

"OK, I'l make sure to stick around until you're done."

When Dink got up and went to the stage, Terry rushed over to where Brice was standing.

"Can you sing?"

"What?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Can you sing? If you can even hit a right note we got a way into her house."

"What the hel are you rambling about?"

"She wants a woman to sing to her. If you sing to her you can get closer to her."

"Terry that has got to be the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard."

"No, it's something very simple and just talking to her I can tel that it's smal things that mean the world to her."

Brice dropped her head, closed her eyes and thought about it for a minute. This could save their lives.

"Al right, I'l do it." She said softly.

"Ya know she is kinda cute in a butch way?"

"Huh? What are you getting at?"

"For Gods sake, Brice, take a good look at her. She screams family."

Dink got up on stage and bowed to al the people throwing stuff at her. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw DK smack some guy in his head, snatch a lime from his hand and

smash it on his forehead. Giving her a thumbs up, she started the song by Usher. Brice handed Terry a pair of earplugs and stuck her own into her ears. Terry gave her a funny

look until Dink started singing. She quickly stuck them in her ears and sighed with relief.

After the normal treatment from the patrons, Dink got down off the stage and watched as a drunk man took her spot behind the microphone.

"That was just…awful!" DK said as she handed her friend a beer.

"So? It got us our drink and breakfast money." She waved close to thirty dolars in DK's face.

DK picked up the red rose and spun it between her fingers. "What's the rose for?"

"For the woman who sings for me."

"You sound awful sure of yourself, Dink."

"I can always hope."

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An hour went by and the karaoke was winding down for the night. Terry kept poking Brice in her ribs and getting dirty looks in return. "Brice we're running out of time here."

"I know I know, but al the songs suck!"

"For Christ sakes, Brice, what do you want, the top ten?" She looked to the table where Dink was sitting with DK. Her eyes grew wide when she was able to see DK clearly.

She jumped when Dink got up from the table and started toward the door. "Shit! Get up there she's leaving!" Brice looked to see Dink talking to the bartender, then shaking his

hand. She took off at a slow jog to the stage and cleared her voice. Keeping her eyes on Dink, she waited until she turned around. Then dropped her eyes to the screen for the

lyrics. A lopsided smile came to her face when she saw the name of the song.

I've walked these streets

a virtual stage it seemed to me

make up on their faces

actors took their places next to me

I've walked these streets in a carnival

Of sights to see

Al the cheap thril seekers

The vendors and the dealers

They crowd around me

Have I been blind

Have I been lost

Inside myself and my own mind

Hypnotized

memorized

by what my eyes have seen?

Brice sang the song without looking at the screen, instead she looked right into shocked green eyes that came closer to her with each word. By the time she was done, Dink

was at the edge of the stage completely mesmerized by the voice and pale blue eyes. Her hand rose of it's own accord and offered the red rose to Brice. Their fingers touched

for a brief moment as the rose was exchanged from one hand to the other. Brice gave her a smal smile and a nod of her head. Before she could say more, DK took Dink's

hand and led her from the bar. Brice was ready to scream and then she saw Terry standing near the door wiggling car keys. She jumped down from the stage and ran to the

door.

"Let's go stud muffin, we'l folow them." Terry grabbed Brice's hand and puled her from the bar. Once in Terry's car, they took off to folow the tailights of DK's truck. "I

didn't think her friend would drag her out like that." Terry said.

"And I had her right in my hand!" She ran her thumb over her fingers and swore that she could stil feel Dink's smal-caloused fingers. She lifted the rose to her nose, took in the

scent and smiled. "Ya know, Terry, no one's ever given me a rose before."

"Wel, no one ever told me you could sing." She took a quick glance at her friend. "I almost fel over and Dink had to have creamed her jeans." She chuckled at the disgusted

look on Brice's face. "You should have seen her, I swear she almost tripped over her jaw."

"Come on I'm not that good and what the hel are we gonna do when they get home?"

"I have no idea?" She cracked a grin. "You could stand outside her window and serenade her."

"Haa! Think again Penbrook, I'm not serenading her. We'l break in when they go to sleep."

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"I wil make you hurt when we get home!" Brice whispered hoarsely in Terry's ear.

"Promise?" She wiggled her brows, handed her a rose and then pushed Brice toward the bedroom window, where they had seen Dink. "Now sing!"

"Can't believe I'm doing this." She took a deep breath and moved closer to the window. She began singing Natalie Merchants' Beloved Wife.

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Dink thought she was hearing things, a sweet voice was coming from outside her window. She closed her eyes and waited for it to leave her head, it only became clearer. With

slow steps, she walked toward her window and looked out to see pale blue eyes looking in at her. At first, she was afraid, until she recognized the woman from the bar. A smile

graced her face and traveled to her eyes. A large hand came into view, holding a pure white rose. Tears formed in Dink's eyes. No one had ever given her a flower, let alone a

rose. She held up one finger and ran from her room. In a matter of seconds, she was standing before Brice and accepting the gift. By the end of the song, tears flowed from

her eyes to trail across her blushing cheeks.

Brice felt her heart pound in her chest, the light from the window shone down onto Dink, making her look like an ethereal being. Then a sadness overcame her when she saw

the tears flow from the green eyes. For a reason she didn't quite understand, she reached out and wiped the tears from Dink's cheek. As the last word drifted from her lips, she

shocked herself by puling the smal blond into her arms and held her as she cried. It felt so right to hold her and she didn't want to let go.

Terry fel over where she was hiding in the bushes. She couldn't believe what she had just witnessed. "I gotta hand it to ya, you are a smooth one Marlton."

"I'm sorry, I'm such a wuss." Dink whispered with her face pressed to Brice's chest. She leaned back and looked into blue eyes. "Here I am getting your shirt al wet and I

don't even know your name."

"I'm Brice Marlton, when you left so suddenly... I... wel…I wanted to ask you about the rose, so I folowed you home." She looked down to where she was stil holding

Dink's hands. "I hope I didn't overstep any boundaries by doing this."

Dink let out a soft chuckle. "You're kidding right, my Gods, no one has ever done anything so romantic as serenade me before. In fact no one has ever done anything romantic

for me period." She dropped her eyes to their hands. "Sorry, I babble when I'm nervous. Would you like to come in for some coffee?"

"Sure, I would like that."

Terry punched a hand in the air when Brice and Dink walked toward the front door of the ranch style house. She waited until she heard the front door close and went to the

window, pushed the screen up and climbed in. She waited for a minute before she started her search. She held back doing a happy dance when she saw a number of Buzz

dols sitting on the shelf against one wal.

"Shit! Which one is it?"

"Doesn't matter because I'm taking them al," a deep voice said from behind her. She spun around to see the end of a shiny .38 pointed at her forehead. She did something she

would never have thought she could in such a situation. She screamed Brice's name and slammed her body into the man. The pistol went off and shot Woody through his hat.

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"What the Hel was that?" DK screamed running into the kitchen from the living room, where she had been watching TV. Her eyes grew wide at the sight of Brice, then she

turned tail and ran, Brice and Dink right on her heels, in the direction of the sound. When they reached Dink's bedroom, they discovered a man jumping out the window and

Terry lying on the floor with blood seeping into the carpet at her head. Brice dropped by her friend's side and ran her fingers up her neck to feel a strong pulse beating.

"I'l get you a towel." Dink said as she ran to her bathroom.

DK kneeled on the other side of Terry and looked Brice in the eye. "What the Hel are you doing here, what's she doing in Dink's bedroom and who the Hel jumped out the

window?"

Ice blue eyes narrowed and driled into gold. "Can this wait?" Brice looked down when Terry moaned and her eyes fluttered open.

"Damn my head hurts." Brice helped her sit up and found the lump behind her ear and the smal gash that was bleeding heavily. "That son of a bitch hit me with a gun!"

"Terry what happened?"

She looked at the angry looking woman beside her and knew she had to lie. "He…went through the window so I came to the window to see what he was doing…"

"Wait, Terry, we can't do this." She took a deep breath and looked at Dink. "We have to tel them what's going on, their lives are in danger now." She helped Terry to her feet.

"Can we talk in the kitchen, she needs some ice for her head."

They sat around the table drinking coffee, Brice told them as much as she knew of what was going on. What she didn't know was who the guy was that had tried to kil Terry

or how he knew where they were.

Dink held up her hand to halt Brice. "You mean to tel me this is al over the Buzz dol that I found in our garbage truck?"

"Seems so." Terry replied. "I think there's something more to this." She looked to Brice. "I know there are crazy colectors out there but who's crazy enough to pay 600bucks

for Buzz?"

DK slapped the table and leaned close to Terry. "What? 600bucks! Give it to the guy! And a finder's fee to my good buddy Dink. She could spend it on singing lessons."

"Hold on now, let me get Buzz and see if there's something different about him." She left the others and she ran to her bedroom, returning with the box in her hands. She sat

down, looked closely at the box and saw nothing abnormal. She used a fork from the table to cut the tape on the box and slid Buzz out. She looked first at his feet. Her green

eyes narrowed and then went to Brice. "He's not a colector's model, he's just a regular Buzz."

"Wel that proves it, there must be something else about him." Brice mumbled. "Got a screwdriver?"

Fifteen minutes later, Buzz was in pieces and a smal microchip lay in the middle of the kitchen table.

"Know anybody who knows about microchips?" Brice asked Dink and DK.

"Nope." They answered.

"Brice, how about that hacker you use, maybe he knows about them?"

"Terry he's in kindergarten."

"A six year old hacker." DK gave them a funny look. "Just what kind of people do you associate with?"

Terry explained what the hacker had done for them and why. She was wiling to tel her al of her deep down secrets, including her sexual fantasies. DK's golden eyes made her

stomach do flips and the sight of her strong hands made tingles rush through her body.

Dink's eyes grew wide at what Terry was saying, and her jaw hit the table when she heard about the phony autographed pictures of Xena and Gabriele they sold over the

internet. Without saying a word, she ran from the kitchen and returned with an 8x10 of the famous duo. She looked closely at it and growled deep in her throat.

"That's you two isn't it?"

Terry picked up the picture and grimaced. "Gods do I look sappy in that. I look like I'm about to rip your breast plate off." She slid the picture to Brice and watched her smirk.

"I'd have to hit you if you tried." She looked at the pissed off little blond. "Sorry Dink, I'l give you what you paid for this."

"You sing another song to me and I'l cal us even."

"Deal. Now I don't know how you two wil feel about this but…I think you should come home with us. He knows where you live and he may come back to get Buzz."

DK looked right at Terry and grinned. "Sounds good to me, lets get going."

Dink held up a hand, a huge toothy grin covered her face. "Let's put Buzz back together without the chip, put him on the shelf and let that guy steal him. That gives us some

time to figure out what the Hel is going on."

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Terry puled Brice to the side once they were outside, she had something up her sleeve and Brice wasn't sure she wanted to hear it. Her ideas always managed to get them into

trouble.

She puled Terry by the front of her T-shirt so they were nose to nose. "This had better not be one of your asinine ideas, Ter, or I'l poke your eyes out."

"Nope, trust me on this one. I think we should split up, ya know, I ride with DK and you take Dink. We go in different directions to get home, that way if mister freaky is

folowing, we'l make it harder for him."

Brice closed her eyes, scratched her jaw and then nodded her head. "OK, sounds good to me even though I know what you realy want."

Terry gave her a look of complete innocence and blinked her eyes a few times.

"Excuse me, but what could you mean by that statement?"

"Easy, you and a certain non-speaking, golden eyed, muscle head in your car. Alone!"

"Wrong!" She hit Brice in her stomach. "Me and DK alone in her truck. I shouldn't drive with this serious head trauma and I may just pass out across the seat to land in

someone's lap." Dropping her keys in to Brice's hand, she gave her a wicked grin before running off to moan and groan about how much her head hurt her.

"Simple ass bitch." Brice mumbled walking over to Terry's car. She felt odd about being alone with Dink after what they had discussed. She couldn't help but blame her self for

the danger the two women were in now.. "Ohh, what a tangled web we weave when we practice to deceive. And tangled I am with a big spider coming for my stupid ass."

Motioning to Dink, she explained what they were going to do. With the chuckling noise that Dink was trying to hold back, Brice narrowed her eyes at her. "What?"

"Ohh it's just that DK was saying the same thing to me, it seems that she's hot and heavy over your friend Terry." She gripped Brice's upper arm and gave it a slight squeeze,

her eyes blinked a couple times and used both hands to feel up Brice's arms.

"Damn woman, you lift cars for a hobby?"

Gently puling away, she blushed shyly. "Nah its genetics." Knowing damn wel that it wasn't.

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A pissed off Paul sat in his rental car a few houses down from Dink and DK's. He was not about to give up on getting the Buzz dol, he didn't care what he had to do. He

waited until he saw both cars leave the darkened house before he crept through the shadows to Dink's window. He crawled through, after listening for any sounds in the house,

and went to the shelf and puled down every Buzz dol there. His arms ful, he tossed them out the window and folowed. On his way back to his rental, he dropped, kicked,

stumbled over and finaly fel on top of his booty. Cussing his boss's name, he was able to pick everything up and make it into his car with no dignity left. Puling out his cel

phone, he caled reservations and got the next flight back home. He would wait until morning, take al of the dols to his boss and let him worry about which one it was that held

the microchip.

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Terry and DK made it to the large house she and Brice shared. It was an older two-story home right outside Martinsburg. It sat in the middle of ten acres of land and far

enough off the road to alow them peace and quiet from the traffic. Over the years, they had remodeled it and now had a total of four bedrooms, four bathrooms, living room,

dinning room, kitchen, den, finished basement, workout room with al the latest exercise machines and a two-car garage/workshop. Al the materials that they had used in the

remodeling had come from dumpsters at construction sites and from people that wanted a colectable and were wiling to trade for building materials. They got realy) lucky

during the holidays and traded a Johnny West dol to a plumber for his services to update their water pipes. DK held the door open for Terry and led her to the kitchen, where

she puled a couple bottles of beer from the refrigerator. Handing one to Terry, they went into the living room to watch DirecTV on the large screen TV. DK looked around at

al the electronic appliances in the room and whistled. She and Dink had stuff that was almost as old as they were and ready to either fal apart or blow-up.

"You guys must make a lot of money to be able to afford this house and al the stuff in it." She turned amazed golden eyes to a shrugging Terry.

"Not realy, I'm good at bartering and Brice is good with her hands."

They heard the kitchen door open, the refrigerator door and then murmurs coming closer to where they were. Terry shot Brice a wink from over the back of the leather couch.

"Any problems?"

"Nope unless ya count the side of your car being smashed."

Hazel eyes grew wide. "What! You didn't hurt my car…did you?" She was now leaning over the back of the couch and ready to tackle Brice.

"Nah, just like doing that to you." She dropped into a rattan chair and motioned Dink to have a seat. "Did you guys see anything on the way here?"

"Nope, al clear. Maybe we lucked out and the creep left for another state."

Dink leaned forward in the recliner, bracing her forearms on her thighs; she looked at the three women. "I don't think he's gonna give up that easy, obviously that microchip is

important enough to try and kil Terry." She leaned back in the chair and crossed her leg over her knee before she continued. "Who do we get to look at that chip and not

blame us for stealing it?"

Brice looked to Terry who was sitting very close to DK and running her long fingernails across her Levi clad thigh. She was lost in her own little fantasy world and hadn't heard

a word.

"Helooo Terrance!"

"Huh, what? I didn't do it!"

"Not yet anyway you perv. Tomorrow, get on the phone and use that voice of yours to sweet talk that computer geek at the Xerox center. See if he'l look at the chip for us."

Terry shuddered and gave Brice a pleading look. "Why can't you just scare the piss out of him? He gives me the creeps."

"Come on now Ter, he's just your normal abnormal Star Trek geek. I don't think it's creepy that he wants you to dress like Seven of Nine and walk across his chest in

stilettos."

Two sets of eyes, one green, the other gold, looked back and forth between them. DK shook her head and mumbled.

"Sick bastard, rip his arms off and turn him into a Borg." She raised an eyebrow and gave Terry a toothy grin. "Wil ya dress like that for me? Ya don't have to walk on me or

anything. Just stand at the foot of the bed and let me drool."

Brice shook her head; now she had two perverts to deal with instead of just Terry. Draining the last of her beer, she waved to Dink to folow her.

"Let me show you your room and get you settled, then I'l start supper. You guys like breaded Bambi steaks?"

"Bambi steaks?" Dink's eyes were buried beneath her drawn brows.

"Ya know, venison, deer meat?"

Dink gave her a light chuckle. "I'l eat Kermit the frog as long as I don't have to cook him. Me and the stove don't get along too wel. DK does al the cooking."

Brice took her upstairs, to the end of the halway to the spare bedroom next to Terry's. She flipped the light on to a large room with a queen-size brass bed. A nightstand on

each side, adorned by bone white lamps. The wals were painted a soft white and trimmed with a light green flowered border at chair rail level. The bedspread was a darker

green with matching pilow shams. The floor was hardwood with an oriental rug in greens, blues and whites. Dink walked to the center of the room and looked around.

"It's beautiful Brice, did you decorate it?"

"Nope, Terry did. She does most of the decorating around here. She said if it was left to me, we'd be living in a house more suited for frat boys." She pointed to a door on the

other side of the room. "That's the bathroom, it connects with Terry's bedroom. There's clean towels and stuff in the linen closet and I think she has spare toothbrushes in one

of the drawers in the vanity. I'l have Terry get you some clothes to sleep in."

"Thanks, you know you could have left us at home and not had to deal with al of this."

"It's no problem and I couldn't do that…I wouldn't be able to sleep wondering if that bastard showed up and hurt you because of my own stupidity."

Dink looked at her watch and saw that it was almost midnight. "Do you realize what time it is and your going to cook supper?"

Brice looked at her watch and flinched, she had lost track of the hours and now felt realy stupid. "Guess it's kinda late for supper huh?" She grinned. "If you're hungry, there's

plenty of food in the kitchen just help yourself." She walked to the door and stopped. "I'l get Terry to get you some clothes."

She left to get Terry, a little afraid of what she would find since her roommate was known as a fast worker. She yeled when she was at the bottom of the stairs to give them

both a warning. "Dink needs some clothes for the night." She walked into the living room and found it empty. In the kitchen, she caught them sitting at the kitchen table eating

ice cream by smearing it on each other's necks and licking it off. "Should have known." She shook her head. "Dink's in the room next to yours, she needs something to sleep in

for the night."

"Al right, give me a minute." She turned and gave DK a kiss that left the dark haired woman gasping for air and turning a dark red when her golden eyes connected with

amused blue. Terry came running from the laundry room with clothes bundled up in her hands. She ran past them and they heard her feet running up the steps and seconds later

back down. Breathing hard, she came sliding across the kitchen floor in her socks and landed in DK's lap.

"I'm going to bed." She pointed a long finger at Terry. "Behave yourself, I'l get the other room ready for DK."

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The next morning Brice was standing in the shower when she heard the door to the bathroom open. She slid the shower door back to see a half-asleep Dink dressed in one of

her large T-shirts.

"Guess they were noisy last night." She said as she stepped from the shower and grabbed a towel. She couldn't hide a smirk, seeing Dink's face turn a bright red. Throwing the

towel over her shoulder, she stepped past Dink. "Showers al yours, breakfast wil be in a half hour or so."

Dink stood in the bathroom stil holding the breath she didn't know she was holding. Letting it out in a gush, she used the counter top for support. After the sounds from Terry's

bedroom, she had been subjected to last night, until she finaly moved to the other room, seeing a tal gorgeous tanned al over Brice in the buff was enough to throw her into a

coma.

A stupid grin was firmly planted on Brice's face, she just couldn't get the image of a shocked Dink out of her mind. She wondered if she went back upstairs she'd find the smal

woman stil just standing in the bathroom. Her answer came on shuffling feet, Dink with her hair stil wet, eyes barely open dropped into a chair and rested her cheek in the

palm of her propped up hand. A huge yawn opened her mouth wide enough that Brice could see that she had no filings in her back molars. Taking pity on the tired woman,

she placed a cup of coffee in front of her and then added the creamer and sugar.

"Are the other two up yet?" Brice asked taking a seat across from Dink.

"From the noises I heard when I passed Terry's door, I'm surprised my hair isn't standing on end."

"Guess that means they're up but I realy don't want to know what they're up to if they're making strange abnormal noises."

"Ever heard a rabbit being kiled?" Dink asked as she took a sip of the dark rich brew.

"EEEWWW! I told Terry about doing freaky stuff."

"You're just jealous 'cuz you're not bendable like Gumby." A gleaming smile on her face, Terry did something Brice had never known her to do in al the years they had known

each other. She planted a sloppy kiss on her cheek and then fixed two cups of coffee.

"You kissed me." Brice scrubbed her cheek with a dishtowel. "That is just too weird, Ter." She looked to Dink and saw that she was sound asleep with the cup of coffee in her

hand. "Almost as weird as that." She pointed to Dink.

"Ain't nothin." DK said from the doorway. "She fals asleep standing up waiting to punch the time clock." She took a seat and within seconds had Terry sitting on her lap and

holding her coffee cup to her lips. Brice roled her eyes at the two new lovers, she had never acted like that with someone and knew she never would. She was not a sappy one

and never wanted to face the morning after, so after the act was done, she threw them out. Getting up from the table, she puled down plates and utensils and set the table.

After filing everyone's plates, she woke Dink.

"My Gods DK look plates!"

Terry and Brice looked at her in total confusion.

"And real honest to God glasses!"

"Uuhhmm Leslie what is she ranting about?"

Dink looked at Terry in wonder, she didn't know anyone besides herself who knew DK's real name, or used it if they did.

A deep growl rumbled in Leslie's throat, one finger pointed at Dink. "Don't you start Beatrice." A huge evil grin split her face at the angry looking Dink. Brice and Terry shrunk

down in their seats and waited for the coming eruption.

A deep demon like sounding voice burst from Dink. "Beulah!"

"Scranton!" Leslie yeled back.

Brice couldn't handle anymore, she covered Dink's mouth with her hand and pointed a finger at Leslie.

"Hold on you two, what's with the names here?" She uncovered Dink's mouth and told her to be nice or else.

"She hates people using her name so I was just surprised is al, but she didn't have to…use mine!" Strong arms stopped her from crawling across the table. Brice puled her into

her arms and then sat her down on her lap.

"What is your name anyway?"

Dink told her in a low voice. "Scranton Beatrice Shotz II."

Brice was thriled that Dink couldn't see the look on her face, she thought her name was odd but this one beat hers by a mile. Scranton wasn't too bad, but the Beatrice made

her think of Bea Arthur of the Golden Girls. "It's not that bad Dink, realy." She forced back the laugh that wanted free.

"Not as bad as Leslie Beulah Norton." She grinned when Leslie growled at her.

"OK, now that we have everything ironed out, breakfast is getting cold." She was surprised when Dink puled her plate over and dumped the contents onto hers and handed

her a fork.

"Me and Leslie there usualy eat out of what ever she cooks in." She glanced over her shoulder into pale blue eyes and grinned. "Better start eating or I'l eat it al."

"And then some." Leslie said around a mouthful of egg that Terry had fed her.

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Leslie and Dink left for work, leaving Brice to wash dishes and Terry to dry them. Brice kept stealing glances at the stil grinning Terry.

"She must be Hel on wheels in bed, you're stil grinning like a damn maniac."

Terry swooned into her friend's side. "You would not believe, so what about you and Dink?"

"There's nothing about us."

Terry slapped her in the stomach and snorted. "Right, that's why you were holding her last night and she sat on your lap this morning and fed you breakfast."

Brice started scrubbing the frying pain with so much force Terry swore she would scrub a hole in the center of it. "There's nothing there, Ter, I was comforting her last night and

this morning I have no idea what happened." She stopped what she was doing to stare out the window and colect her words before looking into hazel eyes. "I feel like shit for

what I did last night, I fucked around with her feelings both times I sang to her."

"Brice, she knows about that but it stil didn't stop her from getting cozy with you. I see loneliness in her. Be her friend Brice, what can it hurt?"

Brice wiped her hands on her thighs; she didn't know what to do about Dink. She could try to be her friend even though she wasn't very good at it. The only real friend she had

was Terry and she felt they were more like sisters than anything.

"I'l try, but you know I suck at friendships, relationships, anything with the word ship attached to it."

"Maybe if you had given the others more than a jump in your bed and a swift kick out the door…" A low growl stopped her from continuing.

"That's al I ever wanted from them."

"Keep Dink out of your bed and just be her friend."

"Tel that to the monster below that has a mind of its own."

Terry's brows buried themselves in her hairline; her friend never said anything to her about her feelings, other than when she was pissed and ready to kil someone. Admitting in

her odd way that she was attracted sexualy to Dink was a big surprise.

"I'l find you one of those chastity belts if that'l keep the monster under control."

Brice snorted at her. "Might as wel lock me in the basement."

That can be arranged; in fact, I think I could manage to lock you and Dink down there. That way you wouldn't be able to kick her out the door afterwards."

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Paul dragged his tired body into his boss's office and dropped the bags of dols onto his desk. When Mr. Sampson gave him the evil eye and waved at the mess, he just

shrugged his shoulders.

"I took al of them, I didn't want to take a chance and not get the right one." He dropped into a chair and sighed with relief, it had been one Hel of a night. He was hassled at

the airport because of the dols. He was striped searched, the wand put where it should never be put, run through the metal detector numerous times and had to wait for the

stupid security people to x-ray al the dols. He missed his flight and had to wait for the next one. What realy pushed him to the point of beating the shit out of every one there;

was the fact that the security people, who were supposed to keep terrorists from getting on the plane, al fit the damn profile!

Sampson opened the bags, looked inside, and with a raised dark brow, eyed Paul.

"Where did you get al of these and how do you know that it's one of these to begin with?"

"I folowed that Marlton woman al over Hel and then she folowed this woman from a bar. Which I didn't find so strange until her friend crawled through a bedroom window.

That's when I found al of those." He pointed to the dols.

Sampson puled out three boxes, looked at two of them and put them back into the bag. When he got to the last one, a huge smile came to his face. On the bottom of the box

was a mark that told him it was the one. He quickly puled Buzz from the box and flipped him over to check the screws. His dark brows drew down over his nose and a growl

seeped from between clenched teeth. His dark eyes looked up and held Paul from running from his office.

"The screws on the back are stripped, they took him apart!" He flung Buzz across his office to smack the wal, pieces flew everywhere. Paul jumped from the chair, dropped to

his knees and started searching for the microchip. When he looked inside of the body where the chip was supposed to be, al he found was the double-sided tape where it had

been attached. "Shit!"

"Get your ass back there and find that chip!" Sampson threw dols at him as he ran from the office. "Lets a damn woman out smart him!"

Paul ran down the hal and out the door, he had to get that chip or he'd be found floating in a river somewhere. He would have to think of how to find it and fast.

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Leslie didn't know what to do with Dink; this was the first time that she wasn't singing at the top of her lungs while in the cab of the garbage truck. She glanced over at her but

couldn't read the look on her face. She puled the truck into the parking lot of a smal store, shut the engine off and turned to stare at her pensive friend.

"Are you broken or something?"

Green eyes blinked a few times at her before focusing. "Broken?"

"Yeah ya know not working right, did that Brice do something to you? 'Cuz if she did I'l knock the shit outta her."

"Nah, I was just thinking…about al that's happened." She turned and leaned against the door and looked at Leslie. "Do ya think we're safe now, ya know with that guy running

around hitting people in the head and every thing?"

A gleam came to Leslie's eyes, she got the picture now, her little buddy wanted to stay with Brice again. She didn't blame her; she wanted to see Terry and had been trying to

come up with an excuse.

"Don't realy know Dink, al we can do is go home and see if he's been there." She turned back in her seat and started the truck. "Come on, let's get done and we'l see what

happens later."

Dink's mind was racing with images of a tal dark woman with pale blue eyes and an awesome body. She felt a flame flicker to life when she remembered sitting on Brice's lap

and feeding her breakfast that morning. That was something she could get used to real quick.

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Brice grabbed Ralph by his shirt and hauled him over to the PC on the desk. Pushing him down into the chair, she pointed at the monitor.

"Get on-line and find me a REAL autographed picture of Lucy Lawless and Renee O'Connor. I don't care how much it costs but get me one!"

"You're kidding right? You know how hard those things are to find?" His brown eyes widened when she bared her teeth and growled.

"Go to the Xena Store, Creation, and Powerstar and get me one! Fly there if you have to!" She grabbed his beard and yanked to make sure he knew she was serious.

Brice had to make it up to Dink, somehow, for the phony picture that she had sold her. What better way than a real one? A briliant smile came to her face and stayed there as

she walked into the office where Terry was.

"What are you smiling about?" Terry looked fit to be tied.

"Oh, nothing but sending Ralph on a chase for a real autographed picture of the duo. What's with you?"

"Me? I've just had the most asinine conversation with that geek. He wants Moi to bring the computer chip to him tomorrow and he'l look at it."

"But that's good, then we'l know why it's important enough to dent your head."

"Then you go in Amazon leathers and let him drool al over your feet. Damn pervert."

A wicked grin split Brice's face. "Take your muscle head with you." She watched as Terry's spirits rose to the heavens. Turning, when she heard heavy breathing behind her,

she looked over her shoulder to see Ralph huffing and puffing.

"I got one…shipping…United…first freight…pick-up at…airport…hour."

"Why are you breathing heavy?" She asked the red face little man.

"Jogging in place…told them…secret service…jogging with…President George W."

"Good job, Ralph, I'l go get it." She ran from the store and out to her crispy car.

Ralph dropped into a chair and caught his breath, shaking his head over the stunt he had puled; he looked at a grinning Terry.

"What is she up to?"

"Ohh, she's giving friendship a go."

His brown eyes just about fel out of his head. "I did al that for friendship!" He sunk into the chair and sighed. "She's insane."

"Nope, she's finaly becoming human."

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Leslie was the first one out of the truck and to the door; she was anxious to see if they had been robbed the night before. A lot of good it did if they had been, she never got

Terry's phone number. Showing up on her doorstep was not her style. Yet. She fel through the door as a smal body pushed her from behind and sprinted past. Before she

could recover, she heard a loud yel of satisfaction and then Dink came jumping into the kitchen.

"We were robbed!" She yeled and jumped up and down and danced in a circle. Her joy became contagious and soon they were both dancing around the kitchen. Dink

stopped cold in her dancing and looked at a stil gyrating Leslie. "Aaahh... this is realy sick, ya know? Some weirdo breaks in, steals al my Buzz dols and we're in here

jumping around like idiots." She planted her hands on her hips and glared at Leslie. "Why is that?"

"I don't know about you but I get to see Terry." Her face fel. "You don't happen to know their phone number do you?"

"Leslie, we have one of those books they give out every year, its cal a phone book."

"Oohh! Right, I guess we could look in there huh? That is if you know their last names?" She gave a bashful grin.

"You are hopeless, you slept with her and you didn't even get her last name."

"Wel, I caled her Terry Oh Gods a few times and Terry Please More, and some others I can't remember."

"You're a dog!"

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Brice walked back and forth in front of the United Airlines freight counter. Her blood pressure was to the top of the scale and if her package wasn't found in the next two

minutes, she would let them al feel her wraith. The employee that waited on her looked like he was with Noah on the ark and moved at a warp speed of minus 200. She

swore that snails moved faster than this guy named Ted. She stopped to watch him peel a green banana and knew that by the time he had it peeled enough to eat; it would be

brown and nasty. Storming up to the counter she shot him a glare and waited for him to focus through the pop bottle thick lenses of his glasses.

"Where the Hel is my package?"

"Oohh I'm sure someone wil find it." He went back to peeling his banana. "Guys are watching Jerry Springer, be done as soon as it's over."

"WHAT?" She yeled, crawled over the counter, snatched the banana from his hand and smashed it on top of his baldhead. "You get on the damn radio right now or I'l go find

it myself."

"Sorry can't do that, you'l have to wait your turn."

She looked around with silvery eyes to the empty room, when she spotted the phone; she grabbed it up and hit the speed dial button for the intercom.

"This is Agent Marlton of the Secret Service! Someone had better find my God damn package before I cal the President and tel him you assholes lost it!" She slammed the

phone down, crossed her arms over her chest and waited. The whole time Ted just sat there peeling another damn banana and letting the smashed one run down across his

glasses. The door to the warehouse burst open and a short fat guy came jogging toward her with her package in his hand.

"Sorry, Agent Marlton, dumbasses sent it to the Post Office instead of bringing it here." He handed it to her and ran when she snarled at him. Jumping over the counter, she ran

out the door to her crispy car. Tearing the package open, she puled the picture out and grinned.

"She's gonna die when she sees this." Placing it back into the package, she put it in a safe place and tore out of the parking lot.

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Terry was just closing the shop when the phone rang; she knew that would happen it always did. Snatching up the phone, she barked into it. "Colector's Unlimited!"

"You…me…chunky monkey ice cream with Reese's pieces mixed in it and the Jacuzzi."

"Huh? Is this a prank cal?" Terry was just about to hang up when she heard a very familiar growl. "Leslie is that you?" A big smile came to her face when Leslie growled

louder. She dropped her voice to a purr. "Oohh, phone sex!"

"I'd rather be in the Jacuzzi with you, but we can do foreplay right now."

Terry was about to say something when she heard Leslie and Dink fighting for the phone.

"Terry this is Dink, we got robbed last night. Is Brice there with you?"

"Nope, she had to pick up a package at the airport. She should be home later though."

"When she gets home would you have her call me?"

"Sure no problem." Terry wrote down her phone number and asked to speak to Leslie again. After a few minutes of heavy breathing over the phone, she hung up and ran from

the store.

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"Go on Leslie, I'l wait for Brice to cal and ask her what to do." She pushed her roommate out the door and locked it behind her. There was no way she was going to sit there

and watch Leslie pout. It was the most God-awful sight, seeing those golden eyes giving her the puppy look. She reminded her of a Labrador begging for food scraps. Leslie's

feet pounded through the house and back, she slid across the floor to where they kept the bags from the grocery stores, grabbed one and stuffed the things in her hand into the

bag.

"What are you doing?" Dink asked as she searched for something to eat.

"Taking an over night bag."

"Leslie, that's a Food Lion bag."

"I know but al I need is this." She puled out a purple vibrator and grinned. "Never leave home without it." With that, she was out the door.

After fixing a sandwich, Dink sat in the living room and watched TV until the six o'clock news began.. Brice was yet to cal. "Probably has better things to do than worry about

me, why should she worry about me?" She flipped through the channels until she came across the re-runs of Mad About You. "Probably has a date tonight, a woman like her

does not spend her nights alone."

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"StupidfuckingpieceofshitFord!" Brice roared as she pushed her car down the road toward home. Her legs felt like rubber, her foot was swore and probably broken from

when she kicked the fender. She was soaked in sweat, grease, gasoline and something she didn't want to identify. Her cel phone was dead and the Mickey Mouse tire was

flat. She was only five miles from home when smoke started pouring from under the hood, her crispy car shuddered and quit right in the middle of the intersection. Raising her

hands above her head, she tried to fend off the curses that came her way for blocking the intersection. She couldn't believe that not one person would help her move her car

out of the way. Instead, they tried to make her their hood ornaments as they flew past her. At one point, she ended up leaping onto the hood to keep from being run over.

Getting close to her house, she gave her car one last push and watched it wobble across the drive and stop in the middle of the yard. On weak legs, Brice fel through the

doorway. She uttered more curses when she saw what had tripped her. Lying on her back, she struggled to pul Terry's bra off her feet.

"PENBROOK! You're a dead woman!" She screamed and roled around on the floor trying to get to her feet.

"Sorry, Brice." Terry said sheepishly from where she and Leslie were laying on the living room floor. Brice looked up with silvery eyes and pinned them where they lay. A deep

snarl came from her clenched teeth. "I hate my life, I hate my car and I want my mama!" She fel face first on to the floor and kicked her feet in a temper tantrum.

Leslie leaned in close to her lover's ear and whispered. "That's scary, she has a mama? She looks more like a test tube flunky."

"Uhhmm, Brice, cal Dink, they were robbed last night." Terry snickered when Brice let out a groan and crawled across the floor to the phone. Exhausted blue eyes looked to

them and roled.

"Sick pups, put some damn clothes on or something." She looked down at the phone and then to Leslie. "Phone number would be good."

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The phone at Dinks rang on for a good five minutes until it stopped for al of two seconds, then it started again. The house was pitch black and silent, al the windows and

doors were closed and locked. Dink had grown tired of waiting for Brice to cal; she waited until 8pm before leaving for the bar. The place was packed as usual, and Dink was

feeling a little uneasy without Leslie. She got her beer, went to a far table near the wal and sat down. She sat quietly and watched people dance to the music coming from the

DJ booth. She had no idea why she came to the bar, except she didn't want to be alone in the house. She had never felt afraid alone there before, but now after it had been

broken into twice, she wasn't about to be there along in case it happened again. Though, she would have to go home sooner or later.

After her third beer, she loosened up enough to get up and dance. She was in the center of the floor dancing al by her self as she usualy did. She felt the heat of a body close

to her back and ignored it until large hands gripped her waist and puled her back into a hard body.

"How would you like to feel a real Texas longhorn?"

She frozen where she stood, tilting her head back she looked into a drunken face.

"How would you like to feel your longhorn ripped off?" She stepped away from him and headed for the door.

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"Come on Leslie, where could she be, if she's not at home?" Brice was losing patience, it was late and Dink stil wasn't answering the phone.

"Wel…ya know my little buddy is an adventurous type, she might be out picking up a date for a few hours." Her golden eyes twinkled; a satisfied smirk came to her lips when

she saw arcs flash behind pale blue eyes.

"What bar?" Brice growled.

"The karaoke place, where else?"

Brice ran from the house, grabbing Terry's car keys on the way out the door. The squeal of tires was heard as she tore down the road toward her destination.

"Did you see her face? My Gods she looked…spooked!"

Terry roled her eyes at her. "Why wouldn't she be, she thinks Dink's out there picking up a lay for the night. Thanks to you."

"Knew it would work." She grinned and fel across her lover's body on the couch. "Make her a little jealous. She don't know that Dink doesn't date."

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"I told you to take a hike! I ain't interested so go the fuck away!" Dink shoved the tal man in his chest and walked out of the bar. She walked quickly to her car, but before she

could get there, she was yanked to a stop as the drunk grabbed her arm. He swung her around to face him; a mean snarling look covered his rough face.

"I don't take no for an answer from no woman."

"Oh, wel then let me feel that longhorn of yours." She gave him a smile, reached down, grabbed hold of him and squeezed with al the strength in her. He let out a yelp and

tried to back away. "Didn't you say you wanted me to FEEL your longhorn? Wel, what I'm feeling isn't long at al!" She gave one last squeeze."

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Brice saw Dink from a distance, she started to jog slowly to where she was and stopped when she saw her reach down and grab a guy by his manhood. Disgusted, she was

about to turn away and leave when she saw Dink haul off and clock the guy in his jaw. A big grin spread over her face and she took off to where Dink was stil standing and

came up behind her.

"Nice punch." She jumped back when Dink spun on her heel and brought up her fists to fight. "Hold up there, Dink."

Dink dropped her hands with relief; she'd had enough fun for one night.

"Sorry, I didn't know it was you." She crossed her arms over her chest and gave Brice a narrow eyed look. "What are you doing here? I waited al day for you to cal me."

Brice dropped her head and looked down at her shoes. "It's a long dirty story." She looked back up into dark green angry eyes. "I caled when I got home, when you didn't

answer I asked Leslie where you could have gone." She held out her hands at shoulder height. "So here I am."

"Let's get out of here before I kick the shit outta someone else." Dink walked toward her car and looked back over her shoulder to Brice.

"Hey Dink, why not just folow me home. Leslie's there and I realy don't want you home alone."

"OK, I'l folow you there." She jumped into her car and waited for Brice to pul out of the lot. The entire drive to Brice's she sang at the top of her lungs to whatever came on

the radio.

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The house was dark and quiet when they got there. Brice opened the door and held it for Dink to enter before her. Flipping the light switch on, she checked the floor for booby

traps before she went in al the way.

"If you want, you can stay in the same room as last night. They're most likely in Terry's room doing animal acts or something." A loud rumbling reached her ears; she looked

down at her stomach and remembered that she hadn't eaten anything that day. "I'm gonna see what's in the refrigerator, are you hungry?" Then she remembered Dink's appetite.

"Never mind, I'l fix enough for four while you get out of your clothes…I mean changed into..."

"Brice, calm down." She squeezed her upper arm and left the red-faced woman standing in the middle of the living room.

Brice threw together four sandwiches that were large enough to choke a horse, a bag of Frito's and two beers. Taking everything to the living room, she put it al on the coffee

table and then headed upstairs to shower and change. When she returned to the living room, her hair stil wet and slicked back, she found Dink on her second sandwich. Right

off, she noticed that Dink was wearing the same clothes from the night before.

"I can find you a shirt that's a little smaler."

Tired green eyes connected with hers, a smal smile came across Dink's lips and traveled al the way to her eyes. Running her hand across the front of the shirt, she snickered.

"Nah I like this one, I never took you as one to have a shirt with the Teletubbies on it."

Brice turned a deep red, she had no idea why she had bought the shirt, and Terry teased her every time she wore it. "Yeah, wel…" She shrugged her shoulders and sat next to

Dink on the couch. Taking one of the sandwiches, she started eating and sneaking glances at Dink, who had just finished her second sandwich. "You can have the other, I can

only eat one."

"Thanks." She grinned into pale blue eyes. "I can't remember the last time I ate. What are we gonna do about the Buzz theory?"

"Buzz Theory…Ohh right, Terry has to go see the geek at the Xerox Company. As soon as we find out what that chip is, we'l contact the authorities and turn it over to them."

"What about the guys who want it, what do we do about them?"

Brice remained silent for a minute; she flipped the TV on and turned to Dink. "We wait for that son of a bitch to try and get us, catch him and then turn him over to the Feds,

cops or whoever wants him."

"Ohh, that sounds easy." Her voice drifted off.

"Easier than you think. He knows where the store is and your house, and by now whoever it is knows the chip is missing."

They sat together in silence, staring off into space until they realized an infommercial was playing on the TV. Brice handed the remote to Dink and got up from the couch. "I'm

going to bed, see you in the morning."

Dink sat on the couch for a while thinking about Brice. There was something there but she didn't know quite what it was. The tal woman showed concern for her, but down

deep inside of her there was something fighting to be set free. Turning the TV off, she headed for the bedroom next to Brice's.

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Brice lay in her bed listening to the sounds outside her window and the quiet footsteps of Dink as she came closer to the other room. A smal smile on her face; she roled onto

her side and watched the light come beneath the bathroom door. It was went off minutes later. She would never have taken the smal woman for a fighter; she seemed almost

innocent in a way. She was stil surprised by what she had seen that night. Taking a deep breath and snuggling down into her pilow, she drifted off to sleep thinking of flashing

green eyes.

Dink dropped onto the bed and noticed the package on the end table. Her name was scrawled in bold handwriting across the front. Opening it up, she puled out the 8x10

autographed, color picture of Lucy Lawless and Renee O'Connor. She looked closely at it and saw that it was indeed a real one. She then looked into the package and found

a handwritten note from Brice.

I hope this wil make up for the phony one you bought from us.

Brice

Placing the picture on the nightstand, she jumped from the bed and bounded through door into Brice's room. Seeing her form outlined in the bed by the moonlight through the

window, she ran and jumped on top of her. She felt Brice stiffen under her, Brice roled so that she was on her back with Dink looking down into her surprised face.

"Thank you for the picture." She placed a chaste kiss upon her lips and gave her a tight hug. She jumped when a funny noise came from where her left arm was resting against

Brice's side. A brow rose when she pressed down on the bed again and Brice cringed. "What was that funny noise?"

Brice's face turned deep red with embarrassment. "Uhmm nothin."

"Right, I don't think so." She reached under the blankets and puled out a dol. A huge wicked grin crossed her face. "A tickle me Elmo? You sleep with Elmo!"

"If you say one word to the others, I'l deny it until I'm red in the face."

Dink gave her a toothy grin. "Ohh, don't worry, I won't say a word…Elmo." She leaned down and gave her a soft kiss before going back to her own bed.

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"Damn." Brice mumbled as she roled over and clutched Elmo to her chest. "It's al your fault! ya had to giggle didn't ya?" She ran a finger across her tingling lips and fel asleep

with a smile.

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Dink couldn't hold back the chuckle any longer, as soon as she hit the bed; she buried her face in her pilow and laughed hystericaly. She never took Brice to be the kind to

sleep with a stuffed animal, let alone a Elmo dol. Roling onto her side, she ran a fingertip across her lips and sighed. What was meant as a thank you kiss now meant something

more to her. "I have a new mission in life." She whispered into the darkness. "To break through that hard shel you wear, Elmo." She drifted off to sleep thinking of a little red

giggling dol.

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Continued In Part 2

The Athenaeum's Scroll Archive

~ The Sanitation Engineer ~

by Larisa

Disclaimer: Yep we al know who they remind us of but these are al mine. Al the normal stuff that's in al my stuff is in here.

Violence: Some, not much

Sex: Of course there is!

The rest of the story: If you're a baby and stil in diapers, come back when you're no longer jailbait. If it's ilegal in your state, you live in a very boring place and should

move.

Thanks to my Beta reader Salt4 for al the work, she did on this piece and Lesia, Ri, Maggie, Pebbles and the Webwarrior and Bardeyes. I'm a slave ta terrorize ya guys.

The Sanitation Engineer

By Larisa

Hecate3366@frontiernet.net

Part 2

Terry woke to the smel of breakfast cooking; the aroma of fresh baked biscuits dragged her from the strong arms of Leslie, who was stil dead to the world. With eyes stil

blurry from sleep, she shuffled to the kitchen and dropped into a chair with a huge yawn. She blinked a few times to focus on Brice as she flipped pancakes on the griddle.

"What time is it?"

Brice looked over her shoulder and snorted at the sight of disheveled Terry.

"Nice clothes ya have there, its 8am. Why?"

Terry looked down at her naked body and groaned. "Cuz I feel like I just went to sleep."

"Look like it too, rough night with muscle head?" She placed a much-needed cup of coffee in front of Terry.

"Nah, she snores like a bear. Did you find Dink last night?"

"Yep, at the bar. She's stil sleeping." She tossed the pancakes onto a plate and set it in the center of the table with the other food. "Do they work today?"

"Nope, Leslie's going with me to see the geek. And then we're gonna go see a movie."

"If he knows what it is, cal me on my cel phone 'cuz I don't know if I'l be here."

Terry wiggled her brows at her and leered. "So whatcha got planned?"

"Flea markets... see if I can find some stuff for the shop. So get your mind out of the gutter." She watched as Dink shuffled into the kitchen, a lopsided grin on her face at the

sight of the half-asleep blonde in the oversized shirt.

"Elmo, coffee." She slurred.

Terry gave Brice a funny look; something must have happened between them if Dink was caling her Elmo.

"I see she's found your Elmo dol, how did that happen?"

Brice turned beet red, she had no idea that Terry knew about Elmo. "How did you…she…I ain't teling."

"Laid on it last night." Dink mumbled as she poured herself a cup of coffee. Stil unsteady on her feet, she leaned against Brice and sipped the dark brew. A long sigh came

from her; the body heat coming from Brice was enough to put her back to sleep.

"Ohh, no, you don't, you're not gonna fal asleep standing up." Brice led her to a chair and gently pushed her down. "That's just too freaky for me to handle this early in the

morning." She turned her eyes to Terry and shook a finger at her. "She was just thanking me for the picture, nothing more. Now go wake up muscle head for breakfast."

"Before I forget, where'd ya hide the chip?"

"In the Tampon box in my bathroom." Terry gave her a funny look. "What? What robber would look there huh?"

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Terry hated talking to the little geek and hated more having to see him in person. She was glad that Leslie was with her, now maybe the little freak wouldn't hit on her. She took

Leslie's caloused hand in hers and led her down a brightly lit halway to the last door on the right. As soon as she stepped through the door, he jumped up from his desk with a

goofy smile on his face that disappeared at the sight of a snarling Leslie.

"Who's your friend, Terry, I didn't know you were bringing someone with you." He had hoped he could talk her into lunch and maybe a little more. His big ears turned red at

the sight of them holding hands.

Terry turned and gave Leslie a beaming smile. "This is my lover Leslie." She turned back to the geek and held back a shudder; he was the ugliest man she had ever seen. He

had huge ears, auburn hair, poppy green eyes, no chin and a scraggly mustache above fleshy lips. "Leslie this is Frank Varns." Puling the chip from her pocket, she handed it to

him.

"Let me run this down to the lab and I'l be right back as soon as I figure out what it is." He held it up to the light and squinted his eyes. "Ohh, shit!" He ran from the office at

break neck speed.

"Ter can we trust him?" He looks a little goofy."

"Yeah, he used to work for NASA designing computers for the space shuttle." They sat in the chairs in front of his desk and waited.

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Dink was in heaven, she had never been to such a large flea market before. They had driven up to Pennsylvania to the flea market that occupied numerous buildings. There

were things there she had no idea existed. What captured her attention was a booth that had hundreds of old hardback books. Some of them first editions. She had found an

autographed copy of For Whom the Bell Tolls by Hemmingway. She was shocked it was only two dolars. By the time Brice was able to drag her away, she had two bags

ful of books and only $15.00 less in her pocket. She lugged the bags with her until Brice took pity and took one bag for her.

"Guess we'l have to make a trip to the car or we'l die from exhaustion." Dink said as she struggled along beside Brice.

"Or buy one of those little Red Flyer wagons." A gleam came to her eye. "Need one of those when we order take out, would save me making four trips to the car."

"Ha! You're not funny." She stuck her tongue out at Brice and had to dodge or have it grabbed.

Four hours later, Dink walked beside Brice and puled a red flyer wagon behind her. She kept looking back and seeing more of her spending cash appear in the wagon. She

just couldn't help herself when it came to places like this one. With this little trip, she was seeing what a big kid Brice was, her blue eyes lit up whenever they came upon toys

and comic books. When Dink asked her about a certain Spiderman figure, that she paid too much for, she said that it was for the store. Dink knew better, when the dol ended

up sticking out of Brice's shirt pocket. After going through every building at least twice, they were finaly on their way to Terry's car. Then to get something to eat before the

beasts they carried around in their stomachs took over the flea market.

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Paul walked into the novelty shop and pretended to look around until a group of rotten kids left. He hated kids with a passion and would rather be locked in a room of

rattlesnakes than be near a whining brat. Moving closer to Ralph, he waited until the smal man noticed him, puled a gun from his pocket and pointed it between Ralph's scared

eyes.

"Where's the microchip?"

Ralph had no idea what the Hel the man was talking about, he gulped and said as much, only to discover the end of the barrel was realy cold and fit perfectly between his

plucked eyebrows.

"Unless you want to have a third eye, I suggest that you tel me where it is. I know you or your boss took it so speak up. You have ten seconds."

Ralph's voice rose to make him sound like a choirboy. "I don't know anything about a chip, Brice would know."

"Where is she and you had better not lie to me."

"I don't know it's her day off."

Paul pressed the barrel tighter to Ralph's forehead. "Get in the back."

"Are you going to kil me, because I'm realy not worth a bulet." He started to back up from the force, and ramble for his life. "Everyone tels me I'm worthless even my own

mother, so it would be a waste of the bulet and your time."

"Shut the Hel up already or I'l shot you just to close your yap. Now move it!"

Ralph stumbled and fel against the door to the storage room, cowering against it, he pleaded for his life.

"Please! If I tel you wil you let me live?"

"Maybe, now where is it?"

"It's at her house in the…" He slumped to the floor with out finishing.

Paul opened the storage room door, tossed Ralph's body inside and closed the door. Looking around he saw nothing of interest. Going back out front, he flipped the closed

sign around on the door and left. He knew where Brice lived from folowing her days before, he just hoped that no one was home when he got there. It always made it more

difficult, not to mention messy when he was interrupted.

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Terry and Leslie stood up when Frank came into his office huffing and puffing. Leaning against his desk, he held up a finger. "Where'd you…two get…that chip?" He wiped the

sweat from his brow and took a deep breath to calm his pounding heart. "If I was you guys, I'd move to a foreign country like Borneo or some smal island in the South

Pacific."

"What are you talking about?" Terry asked as she leaned over to rest her arms on her thighs.

"That microchip was designed for the military, that chip is how the military tels the missiles where to strike."

"Ohh shit!" Leslie turned to Terry with a frightened look in her eyes. "We gotta tel Brice, that guy has to know that we have it by now."

"You're right but first we have to cal somebody." She turned her attention back to Frank. "Who can we cal? We don't want this thing, it was sent to us in a Buzz Light-Year

dol."

He went to his desk and flipped through his rolodex, stopping when he found what he needed.

"Any objections to the FBI taking it?"

Both women shook their heads no, they didn't care if he said he would cal Superman to come get it, as long as they didn't have it.

"Let me cal a friend of mine and see what she says." He dialed the number and waited for an answer. After a short conversation, he thanked the other person and hung up.

Sighing with relief, he turned his attention back to Leslie and Terry. "She said if you wait down in the lobby, she'l take the chip. Al she needs is to have you tel her how you

got it and she'l take care of the rest." He shook his head at them. "You and Brice certainly get into some shit don't you?"

"Hey we didn't know anything about this until some guy tried to kil me over that damn dol."

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Paul ripped Brice and Terry's house apart looking for the microchip. He emptied al of the dresser drawers in Brice's room, tore the bed apart, ripped her clothes from her

closet and inspected every box on the closet shelf. He did the same to the other room, then his temper got the better of him and he sliced the mattress to pieces and tore the

stuffing from the cover. Pilows were slashed and stuffing now covered the floor. He then went to the other rooms and tore them apart the same way. By the time he finished

trashing their house, he was exhausted and stil hadn't found the microchip. The only place left to search was the other house he had broken into. That was his next stop, before

he had to make the life altering cal to his boss. He stopped in the kitchen on his way out and took the six-pack of beer and a box of left over pizza he had puled from the

refrigerator while he was demolishing their kitchen. Being a huge wimp, he stole their Las Vegas bottle opener and left the back door swinging open when he left. He was stil

trying to get over the horror of finding a drawer ful of sex toys in one of the bedrooms. From the size of the strap-on, he felt less of a man now.

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Brice unloaded the trunk of Terry's car while Dink puled stuff from the backseat. She couldn't help but smirk at the language coming from Brice's mouth. Eighty percent of the

stuff in the trunk was hers and the wagon was back there as wel. With her arms ful of bags, she closed the door with her hip and waited for a red-faced Brice to pul the

wagon to her.

"I know those venders at the flea market are very happy and wealthy people tonight." She gave Dink a raised eyebrow. "I heard one of them saying that they're going to erect a

monument in your likeness in the parking lot."

A light chuckle came from Dink, she tilted her head and smiled up at an exhausted Brice. "I hope they make me taler."

"Why's that?" Brice was confused.

"So that I wouldn't have to strain to do this." She rose on her tiptoe's and placed a gentle kiss on Brice's lips. "Thank you for today, I realy enjoyed myself."

Brice was flustered, her words were lost someplace in the void that opened in her mind. "Ahh…" She took Dink by her upper arm and led her to the back door. The second

she saw the door open, she pushed Dink behind her. "Stay right here and don't you move."

"But what if you need help?"

Brice gazed down into concerned green eyes, a snarl came to her lips to bare her white teeth and her eyes turned a dangerous steel blue. "I have many skils." She reached in

her pocket, whipped out Spiderman and held him in front of her. Dink couldn't help but chuckle at an embarrassed Brice.

"You going to let Spidey shoot webs at whoever might be in there?"

Brice handed her Spiderman and started searching through her pockets. After she emptied them of nail clippers, rubber bands, electrician's tape, paper clips, a pen, and a rol

of gummy bear lifesavers, she found her pocketknife. Dink looked at al the stuff in her hands and wondered how in the world Brice fit al the stuff in her pockets.

"Now I'm ready to do battle!" She growled and opened the blade on the tiny Swiss Army knife. "Don't start with me." She pointed a finger at Dink who was struggling not to

bust out laughing.

Slowly moving inside, Brice scanned the kitchen disaster before going to the stairs to the basement. She ran down them and grabbed a sword from the wal before returning

upstairs, to search the rest of the house. When she returned to the kitchen, Dink was cleaning up the mess on the floor.

"That guy realy did a number on the place." She stood in the doorway with her Scottish Claymore in her right hand.

Dink looked up from picking up the remnants of a jar of pickles and gulped. "Tel me that wasn't in your pocket." Brice gave her a lopsided grin, spun the sword in a figure

eight before sliding it through her belt and slicing it in half.

Dink grinned and pointed. "Good thing it wasn't huh?"

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Terry and Leslie stood near the desk in the lobby to wait for the FBI agent. They were looking for the normal men in black type, so when two women walked up to them

looking like bikers and introduced themselves as Agents Jack Slobinski and LS Hoglet, they snorted.

"Sure and we're Ephiny and Eponin, get lost." Leslie tried to push the brunette named Jack away from them.

"Hey you can't do that." Her green eyes swung to her partner. "Can she LS? I'm an FBI agent and everything." She whipped out her badge and shoved it close to Leslie's eyes.

"See it says so right there."

"It says that you're on the school safety patrol force."

Jack puled the badge back, looked at it and shoved it into her pocket. "So I grabbed the wrong one this morning, LS show them your badge."

"Forget it you two, now if you'l excuse us we're waiting for the FBI." Terry took Leslie's hand and puled her toward the front doors.

"L come on do something!"

"You're such a dipshit Jack, get out of my way." She took off after the two women and caught them outside the door. "Hey wait a minute, Frank caled me and told me you

have something that needs to be taken care of." She stopped and held pleading hands out to them. "It's your cal, but if I were you I'd want to get it to the authorities."

Terry nodded her head and walked back toward L with Leslie at her side. "We just want al this to end, her house was broken into twice."

"Let me go get Jack and we'l folow you back home and see if we can find anything out about this guy and I can get your statements."

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Paul had torn Dink and Leslie's house apart the same way he had the other one and stil came up empty. His temper exploded and he smashed every glass object in their house,

slashed al the furniture before breaking out the front window by throwing their TV through it. On his way out the door, he puled his cel phone out and reported the bad news

to his boss. Being a true chicken shit at heart, he was going to leave before his boss got there and took his life.

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"Son of a bitch!" Brice yeled when she looked at the mattress in the room that Dink was using. Flipping it over did no good since most of the stuffing was strewn about the

room. Picking it up, she hauled it through the house and put it near the garage. She would see if Dink and Leslie would take it to the landfil and get rid of it along with al the

other stuff that was destroyed. Dink was in the living room straightening it up as much as she could and cussing a blue streak at the same time. Every VCR and CD had been

separated from their cases and thrown about, the remotes were taken apart and the Gods only knew where al the parts were. She took a break, sat down on the couch and

jumped when a spring jabbed her in her ass.

"I QUIT!" Brice yeled as she came into the living room and dropped to the couch beside Dink. "Your mattress is trashed along with the pilows and bedding. I haven't even

looked closely at the other two rooms. Terry and Leslie can do that when they get back."

Dink turned sideways on the couch so she could look at Brice. A warm feeling rose in her body as she let her eyes wander from the top of her disheveled dark hair to her dirty

hands lying in her lap. Reaching out, she picked up one of the large hands and ran her fingers across the caloused palm.

"How about if we say the Hel with it until tomorrow." She glanced up into a stoic face and cringed when silvery eyes locked with hers.

Brice's voice was deep and dangerous sounding as it came from between her clenched teeth. "I feel like I was raped, I want this mother fucker!" She rose from the couch and

stomped through the kitchen and down the basement stairs. Dink sat with smal trembles of fear racing through her body, she had never seen someone change in a matter of

seconds into a predator. Taking a calming breath, she rose from the couch and silently made her way to the kitchen to stand near the stairs to the basement. The sounds she

heard made her heart stop beating and moisture break out on her face. She debated whether to go down the steps or wait for Brice.

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Jack pouted the entire way to Leslie's house. L never let her drive anywhere. "It's not fair L, how was I supposed to know that the guy was gonna stop in the middle of the

road. He deserved to have his car smashed."

"That's why they put brake lights on cars you idiot! If you weren't tailgating so you could read the bumper stickers, we wouldn't have ended up on report and in the hospital."

"Then they should make bumper stickers bigger so ya don't have ta get so close." She stuck her tongue out at L and jumped when a long arm reached out and smacked her in

the head.

"Hey, that hurt!"

"It was supposed to you idiot, now shut up and stop pouting or I'l throw you out on your ass!"

Jack mumbled under her breath. "Everyone's always mean to me."

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After seeing the broken front window, Terry and Leslie opened the door and immediately let out every cuss word they knew. The house looked like a tornado went through it

and then came back to make sure it hadn't missed anything. Leslie went outside and stopped beside the agent's car.

She leaned in with flashing golden eyes. "My house has been trashed! What are ya gonna do about it?"

L cringed and moved away from the angry women. "I'l cal it in and let the locals do their thing."

"That's al you can do? Come on you two are the Fucking Bureau of Investigations, investigate my house!"

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The heavy bag suspended from the ceiling was taking a beating like never before. Brice was putting every bit of her anger behind each punch. The chain rattled and the rafters

squeaked under her unrestrained rage, a yel from deep in her chest accompanied each strike to the blood splattered canvas bag. Her numb hands bled freely, dripping onto the

floor mat. Silvery eyes saw none of this; she was in a place where nothing mattered. A place she went when the world became suffocating and threatened to overwhelm her. It

was a place she couldn't describe, a place of freedom of blood and pain

Dink slowly went down the steps, pausing to listen to the yels and smacking noise. She had no idea what Brice was doing but it was scaring her nonetheless. Reaching the

bottom step, she froze at the sight of the tal women. She could feel the rage coming off her body in waves. The primal scream tearing at her heart and soul, drew her closer.

Tears filed her eyes when she saw the emotional pain that Brice was in, and the sight of the blood covered hands continuously punching the stained bag.

"Brice, stop!" She edged closer to her and spoke louder. "Brice, that's enough!" Knowing that she had lost her mind, she waited until Brice drew back her arm and grabbed

onto it with both of her hands. "BRICE!" She screamed as she felt her body lifted off the floor.

White searing pain tore through her world, nerve endings screamed from pain as she came back from her abyss. Silvery eyes darkened and turned to lock with sea green. A

low keening noise came from her panting lips. Brice dropped to her knees taking Dink with her. For long moments, they sat on the floor, with Dink holding Brice against her

body.

"It's OK. I'm here." Dink whispered next to her ear. Running her fingers through sweat soaked hair, she pushed it back from a damp cheek and placed a soft kiss to the hot

skin. Turning Brice's face towards her, she kissed her lips and rested their foreheads together. "Let's go upstairs so I can take care of your hands." She led the exhausted

woman up the stairs and to her bedroom. Pushing her down onto the bare mattress, she went into the messy bathroom and found a washrag and peroxide to use on her

damaged hands. When she returned to Brice's side, she found her curled on her side and sound asleep. Taking great care with the torn flesh on her hands, Dink cleaned them

the best she could and returned to the bathroom to wet a washrag to wipe down Brice's face. When she was finished, she crawled into the bed, spooned against her, and

drifted off to sleep.

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Two cars puled up in front of Terry's, the cars emptied out and a pissed off Leslie stomped to the kitchen door leaving the other three behind. She wanted to have her hands

connect with Brice's throat. It would take days for her and Dink to get their house cleaned and back together. She froze in mid step when she saw the trashed mattress leaned

against the garage. Slowly her anger faded when she saw the numerous garbage bags lined up beside the house.

"God damn it, he hit here to." She pushed the kitchen door open and looked around at what was left of the furniture.

"Holy shit, looks like he got my house to." Terry leaned into Leslie's side. "Where's Brice and Dink?"

Leslie's voice was deep and rough with anger that stil flowed through her body from the destruction. "Don't know. Nothing better have happened to my little buddy."

"Looky L their place looks just like mine." Jack bounced past everyone and took a seat in one of the three chairs remaining.

"Stay right where you are Jack and don't move." L jabbed a finger into her chest and glared. "I have duct tape in the car and I wil use it!"

"Never let me have any fun, took al my toys away." She pouted and twiddled her thumbs together. Her mind raced with what she could do while L was questioning the others.

She was never alowed to do the questioning because she always forgot what she was supposed to ask. She watched as the women left the kitchen and then ran for the back

door and their car. Puling a tube of super glue from her pocket, she squeezed out a good amount on the hood of the car and stuck a Cat woman figure into it. "See how long it

takes L to notice." She snickered, snorted and burst out into hysterical laughter.

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Terry's eyes softened, her two friends were wrapped tightly around each other and for the first time Brice looked at peace. The deep lines on her forehead and at the corners

of her eyes were gone and in place was a smal smile. Easing up to the side of the bed, she placed a hand on Brice's shoulder and gave her a smal shake.

"Brice wake up, the FBI is here." Two blue eyes opened to slits and peered to the doorway to see Leslie and a strange woman before they locked on Hazel eyes.

"The FBI, you caled the FBI?"

"Come down to the kitchen and we'l talk."

Brice watched them leave and then looked to where Dink was lying across her body with her head resting on her breast. Running her fingers through the soft blonde hair, she

felt tingles rush through her fingertips. Her heartbeat sped up and thumped in her chest when Dink let out a sigh and snuggled closer to her breast.

"Dink it's time to get up, we have visitors."

"No, sleep, Elmo, nice and soft."

Brice jerked when Dink's hand traveled up her ribcage to cup her breast in her palm. Dink's thumb was working back and forth over her nipple until it became hard and almost

painful. Jolts shot right to her center and started a smal flame that brought about a feeling that Brice had never experienced before. Her past partners did nothing for her,

except, release sexual tension. Terry's words came to her and repeated in her mind. "Out of your bed!" She knew that she had to move or else she would loose Dink as a

friend. The words giving her temporary strength, she eased out of Dink's arms and replaced herself with Elmo. She stood beside the bed and watched Dink clutch the dol to

her chest, a slight frown came across her parted lips until she pressed her face into Brice's pilow. She left the room pinching the bridge of her nose hoping it would help with

the pounding between her legs.

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The three women sat at the kitchen table, drinking coffee while they waited on Brice to come down. L had already taken their statements and was looking at the back door

waiting for Jack to show up. She had stil to figure out how she had been paired up with the abnormal women. She admitted to herself that working with Jack was never

boring. Jack could get them into more trouble than anyone she knew, her FBI record was ful of solved cases and reports on how unprofessional she acted at times. Hanging a

suspect by his heels from the top of a bridge for questioning was a big no no; Jack could not be convinced otherwise. What scared her right now was that Jack was missing

and she didn't even want to think what she might be getting herself into.

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Brice strode into the kitchen in just her jeans and sports bra and didn't miss the lingering look Leslie gave her. Getting a cup of coffee, she stood leaning against the counter and

gazed around the table at the three women.

"OK, I'm here. What did you need to know?" She looked down at the black FBI Agent with the dark brown eyes. Tilting her head to the side, she said. "Helooo anyone home

in there, what is it that you need to know?"

"If you're realy Lucy Lawless in disguise!" Jack ran into the kitchen, dropped to her knees and hugged Brice's thighs.

Brice looked down into pleading green eyes and growled deep in her throat. Her brow rose to her hairline when the weird woman gave her a toothy grin and giggled.

"Damn it, Jack, let her go you moronic idiot!"

Brice looked up at a squeaking sound coming into the kitchen, a half-asleep Dink stil clutching Elmo in her arms shuffled across the floor toward her. She held out Elmo, took

Brice's coffee and leaned her head against her chest. "Elmo what's that on the floor?" She mumbled.

Jack clutched Brice's thighs harder. "Hey Blondie, I was here first! Go away she's al mine!"

Dink snarled at Jack and tapped Brice's chest. "Mine!" She grabbed Jack by her ear and gave it a hard yank. "Go away, before I stomp on you."

"Down Jack or its duct tape time!" L got out of her chair, grabbed Jack by the back of her colar and dragged her away from Brice. Making sure that Jack was a good

distance away she turned back to the two women and almost fel over. "Ohh my Gods , Gabrielle!" She was stopped from faling to her knees by a smal foot raised at her

chest.

"Would someone please tel me what is going on here?" Dink looked to Terry and Leslie.

Leslie roled her golden eyes. "We're being left out of the Ohh my Gods its Lucy and Renee, worshipping thing you two have going on over there."

Brice had enough; she cleared her throat and pointed to the two FBI agents. "We'l get you autographed pictures of the duo, if you move 50 feet away from us. Now do you

want our statements or an ass beating?"" She saw Dink's eyebrow rise and grinned at her.

"Ohh beat me please!" Jack whined from the floor.

L took steps backward and smacked Jack in her forehead. "Shut-up, Jack, and get against the wal."

"Do I have to assume the position?"

Dink looked at Brice and shook her head. "Who are they?"

"Would you believe FBI Agents?"

"That's comforting." She deadpanned.

L and Jack were finaly convinced of who Dink and Brice realy were, when they were shown driver's licenses. L took their statements and then took the microchip from Terry.

She looked at the smal chip that was stil warm from it being inside Terry's bra.

"I'l turn this over to my boss as soon as we get back to the office. What we'l need from you guys who saw the man, is a composite drawing. I'l give you a cal tomorrow and

tel you when the artist can come out."

Jack jumped up and down where she stood and waved her arms in the air. "I'l do it! I'l draw the perp!"

"Ohh, noo you won't! The last time you did that the authorities were looking for Mr. Potato head."

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Terry and Leslie were in the bedrooms trying to bring some order to them and salvage at least one of the mattresses. With the help of Dink and Brice, they carried out al the

broken furniture and garbage bags they had filed up. Dink said that they would bring their garbage truck to the house haul everything off at one time. She almost passed out

when Leslie told her that their house had been searched and stuff destroyed. Tears filed her eyes when she thought of al her colector's stuff ruined. Some of it could never be

replaced. She covered her face and ran from Terry's bedroom.

"Ohh shit!" Leslie dropped down on to the bed and looked from her lover to Brice. "I didn't think she would take it that bad."

Brice pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. "I'l go talk to her." She went downstairs and searched every room until she heard a thumping noise from the basement. A

worried look covered her face as she raced for the stairs. Taking the steps two at a time, she stopped behind Dink to watch. Her short muscular arms shook with each punch

that landed on the canvas bag. The strength that she showed was almost equal to Brice's, seeing this and knowing what would happen. Brice knew she had to stop her. She

wrapped long muscular arms around Dink's upper body and puled her away from the heavy bag.

"One of us with torn up hands is enough." She whispered close to her ear. Dink turned in her arms, and buried her tear stained face against her neck and continued to cry.

Brice picked her up and carried her al the way to her bedroom. Sitting down on her bed, she moved gently until they were in the center of the bed. Lifting Dink's face up, she

placed soft kisses over each eye and cheek. Puling back, she wiped the tears from her face. "You know we're not the brightest light in the house, beating the shit out of the

heavy bag without gloves." Brice raised one of her own hands and cringed when she tried to close her fist. Taking Dink's hands, she placed kisses on her bruised knuckles. She

watched as Dink's eyes grew dark and her breath hitched in her chest. Placing Dink's hand over her heart, Brice told her in a deep voice. "I won't let anything happen to you, I

promise."

"Wil you go with me tomorrow to my house?"

"Anything you want."

Dink puled her self up so that they were nose-to-nose. She leaned forward, pressed her lips to Brice's and felt them respond beneath her own. For long moments Dink

relished the connection before puling back to search half-lidded eyes for any objections. Feeling long fingers snake behind her head and brush against her neck, she closed her

eyes and moaned when tingles raced down her spine.

Brice blocked out Terry's voice and captured the soft lips so close to hers. With light nips to Dink's ful bottom lip, she waited for permission to explore. When she felt the tip

of Dink's tongue against her own, she reached out and caressed it. Their kiss became demanding, they moaned softly into each other's mouths and kissed deeply until they

needed air. Dink rested her forehead against Brice's; she chuckled lightly and moved to rest her head on her shoulder.

"Why are you laughing, did I do something funny?"

"No, it's just that with al the shitty stuff that's happened today, I wouldn't change a thing if it meant I couldn't kiss you."

"Neither would I." Wrapping her arms tighter around Dink, she fel asleep listening Dink's soft snores.

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L and Jack walked into their boss' office the next morning; the man was old enough to have been with Moses when he crossed the desert. His rheumy eyes tracked from the

papers he was reading/studying. To the two most aggravating agents he had. Grumbling under his breath exactly what he thought of them, he cleared his throat and spoke with

a reedy voice.

"Now what have you two done, run any more old ladies over in a cross walk lately?"

"She matched a most wanted list." Jack held her arms out to the side. "The poster said she was armed and dangerous, I didn't want ta get shot again ya know." She rubbed her

right ass cheek and cringed at the remembered pain. "Stil hurts to sit down."

"You dumbass, that's because you missed your holster and shot yourself." L pushed Jack down into a chair, approached her boss's desk and handed him the microchip and

letter from Frank. "We got a cal yesterday from Frank over at the Xerox Company. A friend of his found this chip inside a Buzz Light-Year dol and had Frank look at it."

L explained the entire story to him and handed him the typed reports and statements.

"I'l cal in the Pentagon on this." He placed the microchip in the floor safe under his desk. "So you have no idea who the guy is that broke into their houses or anything?"

"Wel sir, we have a name and a telephone number of the person who caled and threatened an employee of Brice Marlton, plus the name of the customer who requested the

dol. So far, nothing has come up on Aaron Sampson. That Paul guy came up with a record on file, the only problem is that it said he died while serving time in Alcatraz. So I

arranged to have an artist take a sketch, in fact he's is on his way to see them now. We should have a composite sketch in a few hours."

He sat back in his chair and stared off into space. "I'l leak this to the newspapers along with the women's names saying that they stil have the chip and are looking for the

owner." L and Jack interrupted him; he warned them off with a gnarled fist. "You two wil be there to protect them and catch whoever is after them. Got it?"

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Dink woke before Brice, raising up on one elbow she gazed down into the calm face. Tracing a high cheekbone with her fingertips, she memorized the feel of her soft skin, the

sharp planes of her cheekbones as they sloped down to a strong jaw and chin. Using the pad of her thumb, she ran it across Brice's ful lower lip and yelped when her lips

opened and white teeth clamped down.

"I thought you were asleep?"

Brice's voice was rough with sleep, a low grumble came from where she stil held Dink's thumb. "Thought you were a nice person." Flicking the end of the thumb with her

tongue, she released it when Dink fel over on her side. "What else did you do to me while I was sleeping?"

"Ohh, so you think I was taking liberties with your body, do you?" She roled back up on to her elbow and winked at Brice. "I'l never tel if I did or I didn't." Brice puled her

forward and placed a soft kiss on her lips.

"That's OK, I'l find out tonight." She got out of the bed and headed to the bathroom.

"And how are you gonna do that huh?"

"Easy, you talk in your sleep and answer every question asked."

Dink dropped back on the bed and groaned; she had no idea that she talked, as wel as sang, in her sleep. She could only imagine what secrets she had divulged.

Brice grinned at herself in the mirror; she had no idea if Dink talked in her sleep or not. The two times they shared a bed, she had slept sounder than she had in years. She

started brushing her teeth and felt the hair rise up on the back of her neck.

"Close your eyes." Dink said from behind her.

"Huh?" Brice said around her toothbrush.

"I have ta go." She pointed to the toilet. "So close your eyes."

Brice choked on her toothbrush when Dink started dancing from foot to foot.

"BRICE!" She yeled at her before rushing to the toilet. "Are you watching me?"

Brice turned to face her with a hand over her eyes. "Uhh ahh!" She peeked from between her fingers and spit her toothbrush out when Dink flipped her off. "Sorry, couldn't

help myself." She covered her eyes, rinsed her mouth and bounced off the doorframe trying to get out of the room. Dropping face first onto the bed, she puled her pilow to

her and buried her face in it. Minutes later a body landed on top of her and two hands grabbed the pilow and yanked it from under her head.

"Sneak!" Dink placed the pilow over the back of Brice's head and laid her head on it. "Big pervert." She chuckled when mumbles came from beneath her head. Removing the

pilow, she leaned down so they were cheek to cheek. "Are your hands as sore as mine?"

"Worse, I think I left some knuckles in the basement." Roling from under Dink, they now lay face to face. "Why did you go down there and attack the heavy bag?"

Green eyes roled, with a soft snort, she shrugged her shoulders. "It was juvenile realy; I was pissed because of something I don't even know about yet."

"Huh, what are ya talking about?" Brice rose up onto her elbow and looked at a blushing Dink.

"My toys, I was pissed because my toys might be destroyed." She puled her bottom lip between her teeth and shyly connected eyes with Brice. "Some of them can't be

replaced."

Brice leaned forward and gave her a lingering kiss. "If they're destroyed, I'l find replacements. It's one of my many skils, stealing toys from little kids."

"Brice, what about you, why were you down there yesterday?" Dink watched as pain shot through blue eyes, she was about to tel her to forget she asked when Brice sat up in

the bed and turned her back to her. "You don't have to tel me."

"It might explain some other things if I do." She took a deep shuddering breathe. "For years now Terry and I have been making money by seling colectables and autographed

pictures. At first everything was quite legal, as the years went by it became harder to get things like autographed pictures that were authentic. So we started making our own

pictures and forging them... As you know. Then when the action figures became high value items when movies came out, and then sequels made the older figures worth even

more. We hacked into the warranty files of the toy companies and used the listings to get what we needed. Terry cals, pretending to be an employee, and makes up stories

about recals. We get the merchandise and the person sending us the stuff gets ripped off. What pisses me off is, I don't know how many times my business has been used as it

was with this Buzz dol. What other stuff have Terry and I been unknowingly involved in that could very wel have caused people to loose their lives?" Tears filed her eyes and

flowed down across her cheekbones. "What if you or Leslie had been at home when he tore the place apart? He could have kiled you both and it would have been al my

fault!" Dink moved up behind her, wrapped her arms around her and puled her back into her chest.

Dink leaned close to her ear and spoke softly. "What may have happened in the past is just that, the past. You have to move forward. Stop blaming yourself for things you

don't even know happened. If Leslie and I had been home when that nutcase broke in, he would have been the one to go to the hospital."

"It would have stil been my fault, if I had just let the damn dol go and not searched for it…"

"You and Terry would be dealing with this al on your own. Now the asshole has six of us to contend with if you count those two weird agents." She felt Brice chuckle against

her, she leaned forward and kissed the sensitive area below Brice's ear. "Promise me that you won't dress up as Xena except for my own sick entertainment." Brice turned in

her arms and pushed her back onto the bed.

Hovering over her, she asked. Which costume do you like the best?" Her eyes twinkled and a slight smirk came across her lips.

"Oohh, I guess it would be the Amazon leathers, ya have that one?" Dink wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. "Or the one she wore when she was catching fish."

Brice's eyes narrowed, a brow raised over a pale blue eye and a lopsided grin came to her face. "So you wanna see me naked?"

Dink nipped her chin, and then worked her way to the holow of her throat where she flicked it with the tip of her tongue.

"Actualy, I just wanna see if you can catch fish with your hands."

"What?" Brice fel over onto the bed in shock; she sure hoped that's not the only thing Dink wanted. Her body was screaming from the little contact they had shared. She knew

that the little blonde was working her way inside her shel inch by inch. Turning her head to see briliant green eyes watching her, she snarled and leapt off the bed and ran.

Dink burst out laughing; she jumped from the bed and chased after Brice. If she thought she could get away by running, she was wrong. Dink grabbed the railing and slid down

on her hip, hit the floor right behind Brice and launched herself onto her back. Wrapping her arms and legs around her body, she held on as Brice kept running through the

house and right out the back door.

"Giddy up, Elmo! Take me to Dairy Queen, I want ice cream!"

Brice came to a panting halt, bending over at the waist; she braced her hands on her knees and tried to catch her breath.

"It's nine o'clock…in the morning; you want…ice cream…for breakfast?"

Dink whispered in a throaty purr close to Brice's ear.

"No, I just wanna lick something."

A low rumbling moan came from Brice; she could imagine a warm tongue lapping at her throbbing center.

Brice mumbled to her. "Tease, that's al ya are, you're a little tease."

"I'm not a tease, this is foreplay, Elmo." She slid off her back and ran for the house.

"And it's going to kil me." Brice jogged after her toward the house.

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Sliding across the floor, Brice looked around the room for Dink. The sound of the clothes dryer door closing and God-awful singing alerted her to just where the little tease

was. Easing her way to the laundry room door, she grabbed Dink around her waist, picked her up and sat her down on the top of the dryer. Stepping between parted legs, she

pressed their bodies together and captured warm eager lips. Moans were swalowed as tongues dueled together and hands traveled un-explored flesh. Brice worked Dink's

shirt up, skimming warm skin al the way, to where she could cup ful breasts in her palms. Dink broke the kiss, threw her head back, and arched her back to offer more of

herself to Brice. She tangled her fingers into dark hair and puled Brice's lips to her neck. With the first touch of teeth nipping and then sucking her neck, she pushed her center

against Brice and moaned.

"Should we…be doing…this here?" She asked with a breathless voice.

With a sucking noise, Brice released the skin. Planting a soft kiss on the red spot, she puled back and grinned. "Kitchen table has stuff on it."

"And I don't think the FBI artist wants to try and sketch around you two humping on the table." Terry stood in the doorway with her hands planted on her hips. "Now if you

want to wait until he leaves, me and Leslie wil get the video cam going and tape it. We could sel it as what LL and ROC realy did before their coffee talk video interview."

Dink' face turned a bright red; she buried her face into Brice's chest and groaned deeply. "They would do it wouldn't they?"

"You better believe it." Helping her down, Brice took her hand and led her to the kitchen. "As soon as this is over with, we'l…"

Dink bumped hips with her, grabbed her ass and growled. "You bet we are, right now I could careless if we were in the middle of the street!" She felt like she was ready to

explode, her nipples ached from the brief contact and the insides of her thighs were coated with juices. She wanted nothing more than to throw Brice down and ravage her for

hours.

Terry puled Brice away from Dink and boxed her into a corner of the kitchen; she pointed a finger at her and gave her a look that could freeze water. "What did I tel you? I

wil kick your ass al over this house if you fuck up." She jabbed her between her breasts and went nose to chin with her taler friend. "Don't you hurt her!"

"Terry this isn't like the others, Dink's different."

"For your ass's sake she had better be." She went to the table, before she could sit down the back door burst open and Ralph stumbled in wearing a long blonde wig and

Amazon leathers. "What the Hel are you doing Ralph?"

He dropped into a chair and tried to catch his breath. "Hiding, escaping, getting funny looks and a date for Saturday night." He took the offered cup of coffee from Leslie.

"That guy attacked me in the store yesterday."

"Why didn't you cal me?" Brice asked him.

"I didn't wake up until a little while ago, he hit me in the head with his pistol."

The FBI agent's eyes grew wide. "Can you describe him to me?"

"Sure, I can even tel you what the end of the pistol looked like since it was between my eyes."

With Ralph and Terry being the only ones to have seen Paul up close and personal, the others left them alone with the FBI artist. They thought they would be able to escape

until the doorbel rang. Leslie opened the door to see L with Jack in handcuffs standing on the doorstep.

"Hey ya Leslie, we came by to explain how our boss has screwed up and put al of your lives in danger. Sounds fun huh?"

Leslie's eyes narrowed and shot daggers at Jack. "What the Hel is she talking about L?"

"Ohh she's an idiot but she's right on this one. Can we get everyone together and talk this over?"

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Brice paced the floor with Terry walking in the opposite direction beside her, they didn't like what was happening one bit. They might as wel play on the highway during rush

hour, it would be a lot safer.

Brice stopped and looked at the others. "I'l stay here and you guys disappear until it's over."

"Oohh noooo you're NOT!" Dink yeled. "I'm not leaving you here to deal with this on your own!"

"Dink, this is al my fault." Brice cupped her face between her hands. "Go with Terry and Leslie, I'l be OK with L and Jack here."

They al looked when Jack came shuffling into the room with the long blonde wig covering her eyes and her sunglasses on over the top of it.

"Look I'm cousin IT!" She made grumbling noises and shuffled around the room.

"Ohh sure ya wil!" She backed Brice against the wal. "I'm staying with you no matter what you say! Got that Elmo?"

"Hold up a minute here!" Leslie yeled. "If one stays, we al stay!"

L dropped her head into her hands, she was going to make a decision that would get her and Jack in a deep load of shit. She saw no other way of doing this without having

four women arguing about who was doing what.

"OK, here's what we're gonna do. I'l arrange for the four of you to stay at a hotel until we get this Paul guy and who ever happens to be involved. Me and IT over there wil

stay here and pretend we're you guys."

Leslie stood up from where she had been laying on the couch with her feet dangling over the back. Shaking her head, she pointed a finger at L.

"IF ya haven't noticed, you're black." She crossed her arms over her chest. "And Jack's just plain nuts! How are you two gonna pretend to be us?"

Jack jumped up and down and waved her hands. "I know I know...Ahhh no I don't." She dropped down onto the floor, put the wig over her hand and started talking to it.

"Wel figure something out don't worry about it." She had no idea how they were going to figure it out; she would deal with al that later.

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Paul stood in the back of the car-rental return lot waiting for the bus to take him to the departure terminal. His eyes scanned the area continuously; he caled Sampson and

knew that his boss would make damn sure that he paid for loosing the chip. He just hoped that he was able to get out of the country before Sampson got there. He saw the

bus off in the distance and then saw Sampson walking his way. He puled his cel phone from his pocket along with a piece of paper with Marlton's home phone number on it.

Dialing it, he waited for someone to answer.

"Come on come on, answer the damn phone!" His foot tapped nervously on the pavement. Sampson was only ten foot away and closing, he knew he didn't have enough time

to warn them.

"Who are you caling Paul?" Sampson asked at the same time he puled a pistol from inside his jacket. "Can't be me, because I'm here and my phones not ringing." He pointed

the pistol at Paul's head. "You wouldn't be warning anyone would you? You know." He combed his fingers through his goatee and tilted his head. "I depended on you to get the

chip and or kil those stupid women. You didn't do jack." He chuckled at the shocked look on Paul's face. "Yeah, I've been watching you for the last day. Did you think I would

stay in New York while that chip was somewhere in West Virginia?"

"I was caling to check on my reservations. And the chip is in the landfil somewhere, it's lost in a safe place."

"Ohh you mean the one way reservation to Madrid? And I don't believe it's in the landfil."

Paul flinched when a deep voice answered the phone. "Come on Sampson, I need a vacation after al the shit I've been through.

"Heeeelloooo, anyone there?" Leslie could hear voices in the background and the name Sampson.

"You won't need any vacation." Sampson puled the trigger and watched Paul fal to the ground. "You'l have plenty of time to rest in Hel." He smashed the cel phone where it

lay in Paul's hand, took his walet and briefcase, and then walked away as if nothing had happened.

"Hey guys! I just heard a gunshot and then the phone went dead on the other end."

L took the phone from her hand and listened to the dead tone. "Are you sure it was a gun shot?"

"Yep and loud to, I heard the guy say the name Sampson."

Jack gave out a deep sigh. "Shit! That means that we just lost that Paul guy and Sampson is someplace close by." She ran her fingers through her hair and looked at al the

startled faces. "What?"

"You just made sense for the first time." Dink looked closer at her to make sure that the pod people hadn't replaced Jack. "Doesn't happen often does it?" She directed her

question to L.

"Nope, sure doesn't." She dropped into a chair and sighed. "This makes it more complicated." She thought for a couple minutes.

Brice closed her eyes and thought for a few moments, she was trying to figure out if Paul would have any other places to check and would have told Sampson about it before

he was kiled. Taking the phone from L, she caled Ralph at home. After a short conversation with him, she found that he hadn't seen Paul since the store. "L, did you guys

check the car rentals at the airport? He wasn't from around here, when I talked to him, I picked up a slight New York accent. And the address that the dol was supposed to

be shipped to was in New York."

"Shit! We didn't even check that out." Jack puled her cel phone from her pocket and grinned at the phones design. It had Superman stickers al over it and a smal red cape

hanging off the top.

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Hours had passed for the women with no news of any kind, or, any ideas of what to do.

Jack and L caled everyone they knew and no body was found matching the description of Paul. The others sat silently lost in their own thoughts, thinking of what was to come

and their parts in it. Brice swung her head to the sound coming from the kitchen, a soft banging came to her ears. Slowly getting up, she signaled for L and Jack to folow. With

guns drawn, they folowed Brice to the back door; she stepped to the side and swung the door open.

"What the…" She caught the man as he fel through the door and into her arms. Brice laid him on the floor, looked up to L and Jack with surprised eyes. "He's been shot in the

forehead." The sound of running feet came into the kitchen, Terry gasped when she saw the blood covered face of the man.

"That's Paul! That's the microchip guy!"

Dink dropped down beside Brice and checked Paul for a pulse.

"My Gods, he's stil alive. Let's get him…" She looked up at Brice.

"Let's get him to the couch; we don't have any extra beds since he destroyed al the mattresses."

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Brice cleaned his face of al the blood and checked the hole in his forehead with a flashlight. Her brows drew down over her nose when she saw a glint of metal inside the hole.

Probing the area, she found that his entire forehead was covered with a steel plate.

"This saved his life, wonder why he's got a plate in his head?"

"Motorcycle accident, telephone pole didn't win." Paul's eyes blinked a few times before they stayed open. "Two less lives for me." A deep groan came from him as he tried to

sit up. "Have any aspirin? I have a Hel of a headache."

"Why did you come here?" L asked from where she stood beside the couch.

"To warn you guys, Sampson is in the area. He wants that microchip."

Leslie snorted and roled her eyes at his excuse. "Yeah right, after you knock my lover in her head; destroy our homes and beat up Ralph. Then your boss shoots you in the

head and you decide, gee maybe I'm on the wrong side!" She leaned over the couch and growled. "Should have Jack shot you!"

Jack popped up from where she was on the floor playing with a Batman dol. "Can't, don't have no bulets."

Al eyes turned to Jack: she looked up with innocent green eyes. "L keeps them for me. Says they're unsafe in the hands of children. Took my fingernail clippers to."

Dink puled the FBI agent aside and whispered into L's ear. "How did she become an agent anyway?"

"She's good at…I have no idea." L shrugged her shoulders and walked to the kitchen mumbling under her breath. "Checks 9volt batteries with her tongue."

"You guys had better figure out what you're going to do, Sampson wil figure out where you are." Stil pressing a bloody towel to his forehead, Paul sat up on the couch. "It'l

only take him looking at the store invoice and the funeral home wil be very busy."

Brice and Dink came to stand in front of him, two pairs of eyes narrowed and eyebrows rose over left eyes. "What exactly does he intend to do with that microchip?" Brice

questioned.

"The Russian's are waiting for delivery, that chip wil give them the same power as our Government has with the guided missiles. If they get it, we might as wel…" He raised a

hand. "You get the picture."

Dink's knees grew weak, she knew what this al meant. Grabbing onto Brice's arm for support, she looked up into silvery blue eyes.

Brice wrapped an arm around her waist and puled her close to her side. "We have to think of something, set him up somehow."

Leslie snickered at what was running through her evil mind. "How about if we throw his ass in the landfil?"

A huge grin split Paul's face as an idea came to mind. "That's perfect!" He said and then whimpered from the sharp pain that pierced his forehead. "I told him it was lost in the

landfil, if someway it can be leaked to the…"

"Newspapers. He'l go there to look for it!" Terry finished his sentence and slapped hands with Leslie.

Jack ran around the room with her Batman over her head, she stopped in front of Terry and Leslie. "Better yet, have Brice cal Sampson, tel him she found the chip and have

him meet her there. Replace the garbage crews with FBI agents and when he shows up, grab him."

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Sampson cruised the streets of Charlestown looking for the Novelty store. He remembered from what Paul had told him that he himself had searched the store and found

nothing. What he needed was to get his hands on Marlton and use her as leverage to get the chip back. Parking his rental car, he walked a short distance to the store and

looked through the window. Going in, he saw who he knew was the employee that Paul had questioned. Pretending to look around the store, he waited until Ralph approached

him.

"Can I help you find something?"

Ralph took in the tal man's expensive suit and knew that this was no regular colector. Brice had caled him earlier and gave him a description of what Aaron Sampson looked

like and to keep an eye out for him. Sampson turned and looked over the tops of his dark sunglasses, his dark eyes bore into his. Ralph's heartbeat picked up and slammed

into his ribcage.

"Actualy, I was looking for my sister Brice. Is she here?"

Ralph almost snickered at the tal man. He knew that Brice had no siblings and found it funny that a man with so much power wouldn't check Brice's background.

"No, she has today off. Can I get your phone number and have her cal you when she comes in tomorrow?"

"No, that's alright I'l stop by her house and see her in person." He left the store with a stony expression on his face. Looking up the street, he saw a phone booth and walked

towards it. He would have to find out where she lived. He had searched through Paul's briefcase and found nothing on Marlton except for the information that he had given him.

Puling the phone book rack out, he searched through the M's and found her address. Tearing the page out, he stuck it into his pocket and ran to his car.

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"Son of a bitch!" Brice mumbled into the phone. "How long ago?"

"Maybe ten minutes. I watched him take a page from the phone book; I think he's on his way to see you."

"Thanks Ralph." She hung up the phone and turned to face everyone. "He's on his way here."

L and Jack looked to each other and started running around the house gathering up their personal items. Jack came to a screeching halt when Terry grabbed her.

"What are you two doing?"

"Running! He's coming here to get us!" She broke away and ran out the back door.

"Just great! We get stuck with the chicken shits of the FBI!" She threw her hands in the air and went to find L. There was no way in Hel that she was going to let them run off

and leave them to face Sampson alone. The six women and Paul piled into three cars and took off to the nearest hotel for the night. It would take at least the rest of the day

and night for the FBI to be able to get enough agents together to switch sanitation employees and to notify the newspapers of the landfil idea. The local police were advised of

the situation and promised to drive past both residents to make sure that Sampson didn't show up and destroy the houses further.

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With a huge white bandage across his forehead, Paul wandered behind the women on the way to their assigned rooms. He had no idea why he showed up on their doorstep to

warn them. Something deep down inside of him said it was the right thing to do. They didn't deserve to die because of his former boss, no one did and he would do anything to

see that total destruction of the world never came to be. Even if it meant going to prison for the rest of his life. He almost ran into Jack's back when they stopped outside of

their room.

"Why do I have to share a room with you two?"

"For one thing, you're in our custody; number two is there are no more rooms and three. The other's wil kil you." L gave him a bright smile.

Paul watched as Jack was trying to look under the door that Brice and Dink had just disappeared behind.

"They'l get her first." He pointed to Jack who was now laying on her side with her eye right up to the bottom of the door.

"I could only hope!" L sighed. "Jack get in the room before I handcuff you to the bumper of the car!"

"Meany, just wanted ta watch them." She crawled across the floor on her hands and knees and into the room. "I'l just dril a hole in the wal." She mumbled under her breath.

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Dink was jumping up and down on the bed, while Brice was unpacking the bag that they had quickly packed before they ran for their lives. Ignoring Dink, she placed their

clothes in the dresser and went into the bathroom to start the shower. She ducked her head back into the room when she heard a loud yelp and then a thunk.

"What are you doing?" She looked to where Dink was lying on the floor staring at the ceiling.

"I was testing the squeaking qualities of the bed."

"Squeaking qual…Jacks rubbing off on you isn't she?"

"Why would you say that? I mean would she…yes she would!" She slapped her hands over her face and gave out a deep groan. "I'm loosing my mind!"

Brice stepped over her body so that her feet were on either side of Dink's hips. "I can think of something I'd like to see you loose."

Dink wiggled her eyebrows at her. "What would that be?"

"Your clothes, they reek."

"You're so romantic, and here I thought you wanted me to strip and take advantage of you."

"Dinky, you've worn my shirt for how many days now?"

"Ohh a couple, you gonna take it off me?" She was lifted to her feet and pushed backwards towards the bathroom. The shirt was puled over her head, tossed to the floor and

then hands unfastened her Levi's. In a matter of seconds, she was naked and pressed up against the wal with her lips being captured. Low moans escaped from her as Brice

ground her hips into hers and cupped a breast in her hand. When the need for air made them part, Brice trailed the tip of her tongue down her chin and across to the side of

her neck that joined her shoulder. Sucking the flesh between her teeth, she moaned when Dink pressed her hips into her. Pinching a hardened nipple between her thumb and

finger caused Dink to let out a smal whimper and arch her back. Brice released the now dark purple flesh and grinned into aroused green eyes. Skimming the blushed flesh of

Dinks hips, she pushed her to the shower and pushed her in.

"I'm gonna go get some food, I'l be back."

"What! You're gonna leave me after you got me al hot and bothered! You wait Elmo!" She turned the hot water off and stood beneath the cold spray caling Brice every name

she could think of.

Brice chuckled as she closed the door and ran down the halway and out into the street below. She knew what she had done was mean but she had plans and the extra few

minutes would help. Running around the corner, she ducked into the smal store and went to search for what she needed. Ten minutes later, she was running back to the room

with a shopping bag in her arms. Opening the door, she found Dink in bed with her back to her. She dropped her head in regret, she felt bad for teasing Dink and then running

out the door. Putting the bag on the bedside table, she sat down on the edge of the bed and ran a hand across Dink's hip.

"Sorry Dinky, I didn't mean to tease you like that." She heard a slight sniffle.

"Took care of it." Dink said into the pilow she had puled to her chest.

Brice was confused. "Took care of what?"

"You know, what you started."

Brice fel over onto the bed with a deep moan, clamping her hands over her eyes. She couldn't believe her sucky luck, she had wanted it to be a special night. Romantic with

Champaign, strawberry's and a nice back rub. But NOOO! She screwed it up and now Dink had taken care of it and was pissed at her.

"You…you…" Brice stuttered like an idiot.

"Got off, humped my hand, tweaked myself…"

"Ohh Gods stop!" Brice roled over and fel off the bed. "Can't take it!" She lay on the floor spread eagle. She looked up to see green eyes staring down at her.

"Played with myself, tasted my juices, jerked my clit, wanna watch Jack did?"

Brice started whimpering, grabbing the edge of the bed, she puled herself underneath it and banged her head on the floor. A lot of other noises came from under the bed and

the mattress bounced up and almost tossed Dink onto the floor.

"Are you getting off under there?"

"No. Trying to strangle myself with my shoe laces."

Dink crawled off the bed and looked underneath at Brice, grabbing her by her waistband; she dragged her out from under the bed. When she had her out, she straddled her

hips and held her hands over her head.

"Ya know, sometimes you are realy dumb. But that's OK because I stil love you."

Misty blue eyes blinked a few times, Brice was running what Dink had just said through her mind again.

"Did you just say you love me?"

"Yeah, I love you Brice." She lay on top of her and brought their lips together in a deep kiss. Breaking the connection, she purred deeply. "I'm in love with you, have been since

you serenaded me that night."

Brice wrapped her hands around Dinks neck and puled her down close to her lips, with just a breath of distance between them, she admitted to her self and Dink her feelings.

"I'm deeply in love with you and I want you so bad right now it hurts." She let out a deep moan into Dink's mouth when she felt her rol her hips into her.

"Brice are you wet?" She asked as she ground against her again.

"Gods yes!" Brice' hips jerked when warm fingers ran under the waistband of her Levi's. She closed her eyes when a finger dipped low enough to tangle in her short curls.

"Ohh…Gods!...Dink!" She gasped out when she felt herself being cupped and rubbed through her Levi's. "Take 'em off!" She reached down to unfasten her Levis and had her

hands pushed away.

"Patience Brice."

"Patience my ass, touch me again and it's over." She growled and tried to push her center into Dink.

"Ahhh Ahhh!" She nipped at Brice's bottom lip and puled it between her teeth and sucked gently until Brice was whimpering. Releasing her lip, she flicked her tongue across

the tip of Brice's and then stopped. Getting off of her, she held out a hand and helped her up from the floor. "Just stand there and let me do everything." Slowly Dink undressed

her, letting her fingertips trail across warm flesh. She loved the smoothness of Brice's skin, the fine hair running down the center of her stomach to stop at the top of short dark

curls. Kissing the dark hairline, she kept Brice from thrusting her hips against her. Pushing her backward until her knees hit the edge of the bed, she pushed her until she was

sitting on the very edge of the bed. Licking behind each knee, she dragged the tip of her tongue upward and teased the silky flesh close to her swolen lips.

"Dinky, I can't…hold it…much longer." Her head fel back and she swalowed with difficulty.

"Just hold on right where you are, I'l take care of you." Running her hands up the muscular thighs and upward to cup ful breasts in her smal hands. She leaned forward and

kissed below each breast and teased with her tongue. Brushing the tip of each nipple with her tongue, she couldn't help but grin from al the whimpering noises Brice was

making. What amazed her was that the tough stoic woman was so fragile when it came to intimacy. Kissing her way up between her breasts, she flicked the holow of her

throat with the tip of her tongue and felt Brice push towards her with her center. Muscular thighs squeezed at her hips trying to draw her closer while long arms wrapped

around her back. Tangling her fingers in Brice's dark hair, she puled her head down for a slow exploring kiss that sent a fire to her center and tingles to the roots of her hair.

She knew that Brice was loosing the little bit of control she had. Breaking the kiss and gasping for air, Dink pushed back from the clutches she was in to nuzzle the soft curls

between Brice's thighs.

"Love you Brice." Was al Dink said before she slipped her tongue between pulsing nether lips and pushed Brice over and into the Abyss. A strangled cry came from Brice as

her world tipped and body twisted with the strongest climax she had ever had. Her hips thrust forward with each tremor, pouring out her offering against greedy lips and

tongue. Beneath the buzzing in her ears, she could hear the low moans of Dink as she feasted upon her. She was about to fal over when she felt Dink come up her body and

stand before her.

"Move back a little bit." When she had her where she wanted her, she crawled onto her lap, wrapped one leg behind Brice's hips and placed the other under her thigh. Holding

onto her neck, she brought their centers together and moaned when their wetness merged. She could feel Brice's pulse thump against her swolen clit. Pressing against her

harder, she felt Brice start to shudder. "Can you do it again baby?" Tilting her hips upward, she then captured Brice's mouth for a slow sensuous kiss.

Brice felt her center start to throb again from the taste of herself on her lover's lips, never had she been able to get aroused in a matter of seconds after climaxing. With slow

thrusts, she rubbed their centers together until Dink took control.

Dink ran her hand down between them and opened herself up to cover Brice's engorged clit with her swolen lips. Pressing closer, she roled her hips in a circle and felt Brice's

climax take her. The gushing of her juices against Dink sent her over with an mind spinning orgasm. Their kiss broke and Dink let out a deep growl of. "ELMO!" Their center's

thumping in cadence with their heartbeats and the noises of their contact made Brice buck against Dink again. She yeled out Dink's name as another orgasm hit her. Not being

able to sit up anymore, she crashed back onto the bed with Dink across her chest gasping for air. Wrapping her limbs around her lover, she roled them onto their sides across

the bed. Burying her face against Dink's sweaty neck she fel asleep with her center stil twitching. Dink squeezed her lover to her, she couldn't believe that Brice had

surrendered to her. She loved the tal woman more than one could even fathom, kissing her sweaty temple; she sighed and joined her in exhausted sleep.

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Paul sat against the headboard of his bed with his hands planted firmly over his ears. L was lying face first in the other bed with two pilows over her head. Jack was sitting

close to the joining wal with her one eye up to a hole she had carved with her pocketknife. With the last scream from Brice and Dinky, she fel back wards on to the floor and

kicked her heels into the carpet.

"Three hours and two minutes of sex!" She roled to her side and yeled at her partner. "Beat that one L." She snickered. "Ya can't! Three minutes and two seconds is your top

time…batteries were new huh?"

L's face darkened and a wide demonic grimace covered her face. "Shut-up Jack you moronic peeping pervert!" Both L and Paul threw their pilows at her, she rearranged

them on the floor and grinned up at them. "Can I have a blanket to?"

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Brice woke to having her naval being sucked and felt wetness running down her sides and between her legs, opening one eye, she saw the top of Dink's head and the bottle of

Champaign in her hand. A light snort came from her dry throat when Dink hit a ticklish spot.

"So ya have a weakness there huh?"

"You're my weakness." She took the bottle from Dink and took a smal drink and grimaced. "This stuff sucks warm, how can you stand it?"

"Ain't too bad this way." She mumbled and ran her tongue around Brice's naval. "In fact I like it better this way." She placed a smal kiss on her stomach and then dragged her

self up for a lingering kiss from eager lips. "You ran out last night for al that stuff didn't you?"

Brice dropped her chin to her chest and blushed. "I wanted our first time to be kinda romantic even if it was in a motel room."

Dink cupped her lover's face between her hands and tilted her head up to meet her pale blue eyes. "I wouldn't have cared if we were in a dungy cave, just being with you is

enough for me." She placed a soft kiss to Brice's lips then rested her head on her shoulder. "Thank you for the thought, I didn't even think of something like that."

Brice roled them over onto their sides and snuggled into her lover. "Let's take a shower and go find something for breakfast, I'm starving."

"So that means we'l be ready for lunch once we're done with our shower."

"Maybe supper time."

After an hour and a half in the shower, they finaly emerged on wobbly legs, wrinkled fingers and flushed faces. If it wasn't for the little pervert who was sitting on the sink

counter, flushing the toilet. They stil would be playing under the showerhead.

"How the Hel did you get in here Jack?" Brice looked up three foot into twinkling green eyes, she had Jack by her shirt and plastered against the wal.

"I picked the lock." She held out her professional lock picks. "L says every things al set at the land fil." She eyed both naked women and grinned wider. "Got bit by bed bugs?

" She touched a deep bruise on Brice's breast.

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Jack lay sprawled out on the floor of the room she shared with Paul and L. She flinched as the door was slammed and started chuckling. "That was fun, never had a naked

woman body slam me before." She got to her knees and rubbed her bruised ass. "I told them L."

"I can only imagine how you told them." She sighed and dropped down on to the edge of the bed. "Go tel Terry and Leslie, but first give me your lock picks." She held out her

hand and wiggled her fingers.

"You're no fun, always mean ta me." She handed over her picks and dragged her feet al the way out the door. "Got extra picks anyway." She puled another set from her sock

and skipped down the hal to the other room.

They sat at a large table in a nearby restaurant eating lunch, Jack had the special of the day. An icepack for the black eye that Leslie gave her when she crawled into bed with

her and Terry.

"Now what we're gonna do is have Brice cal Sampson and have him meet her at the land fil, as soon as he shows up we wait until he drops the net on himself by asking for

the microchip." L pointed a finger at Jack. "Don't say it."

"I was just wondering why he'd drop a net on himself and where we're getting it from." She looked around the table when everyone moaned. "What?"

"Just shut-up Jack." Terry growled. "Or I'l blacken your other eye."

L ignored Jack and went on. "We'l al be dressed like garbage men and Paul wil be with one of the other agents outside of the gates, we don't want Sampson to see him and

take off."

Dink grabbed her lover's hand and gave it a smal squeeze. "Is Brice going to wear a wire so that we can hear everything?"

"Yep, they're bringing everything here, the tech wil get her al set before we leave." She looked down at her watch. "Let's head back to our rooms, they should be here in

fifteen minutes or so then we'l head out."

She grabbed Jack by the back of her colar and dragged her to their room with Paul folowing behind. Paul sure hoped that they could get his former boss, he had spoken with

the FBI director that morning and accepted a deal to turn states evidence for a leaner sentence. He would gladly do time in prison than face an eternity in Hel. He knew he

couldn't take another gunshot to the head. His head felt like a truck had ran over it as it was.

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Brice and Dink drove up to the landfil in a garbage truck and parked in between one filed with agents and the other with Leslie and Terry. Checking to make sure that the

microphone was stil taped between her breasts, Brice checked the smal pack tucked in the back of her waistband. She looked over when Dink gripped her upper thigh.

"Be careful, I don't want you getting shot or anything."

Brice puled her into her arms and held her, she saw the tears forming in her lover's green eyes and knew that she was scared. Breathing in her scent, she sighed and sunk

further into her smal body. "Don't worry, I don't like pain so I won't get shot or anything. Plus I have plans for us once this is al over."

"Plans?" Dink mumbled into her neck.

"Yep, a big train, cozy state room and us al alone for a week." She kissed the soft skin under Dink's ear and puled back to look into her eyes. "We'l take a train tour of

Pennsylvania, up through Amish country and then back down to Virginia. Stop and enjoy al the homemade foods and sight see. It'l be our first vacation together."

Bright green eyes met hers, a huge smile graced Dink's face and lit up the truck cab. "Ya know your romantic side is showing through again."

"Yeah I know and it only happens around you." She jumped when she heard L's voice over the radio that Dink had. She gave her a quick kiss and climbed down out of the

truck. "Stay in the truck, I don't want you getting hurt." She closed the door before Dink could say a word and walked to the area where she would meet Sampson. As she

walked, she noticed a lot of garbage trucks backed up to the landfil area and agents pretending that they were sanitation engineers. A lot of them had never done manual labor

in their lives and looked out of place, with the exception of Jack who was running around in the landfil looking at what had been dumped in there. In one hand, she had a fourfoot long 2x4 board and was smacking at something amongst the garbage. She gave out a loud victory yel and held a huge dead rat up in the air by its tail. "Got my supper!"

Looking at her watch, she saw that Sampson had five minutes to get there. At the sound of a car, it had to be him. The car was a new Jaguar with smoked windows and flashy

rims that sparkled in the sunlight. She stood with her arms crossed over her chest and waited for him to stop and get out of the car. He was nothing like she expected, his tal

muscular body and glistening dark hair made him look like he should be modeling for GQ magazine. She stood her ground when he came with in two foot of her, he lowered

his dark sunglasses and gave her body the once over. A smal smile lifted one corner of his mouth beneath his goatee and mustache.

"I pictured you quite differently."

"Makes two of us." She growled deeply. "Let's get this over with so I can get on with my life and be rid of you and al your bulshit."

He gave her a deep burst of laughter. "Like I'm going to let you just walk away afterwards? Get real. You know what I look like and I never leave any witnesses."

"Wel, I'l be the first then." She gave him a beaming smile.

"You're so sure of this are you?" He looked around and saw that no one was paying any attention to them and puled a pistol from inside his jacket. "Now give me the

microchip."

Brice shook her head slightly, reached in her back pocket for a white envelope and handed it to him. "Now shove it up your ass."

"So lady like, you surprise me."

"Fuck you asshole!" She stepped back, brought her foot up and kicked the pistol from his hand. "I hate cocky son of a bitches!" She caught the side of his head with her fist

and watched his stagger a bit before he recovered enough to eject a blade from his jacket sleeve. "Ya know they say that men who play with big toys are compensating for

their little dicks." That brought a deep growl from Sampson, before he could do anything, he found himself surrounded by agents with pistols pointed at him.

"You set me up you bitch!" He yeled and tried to cut her.

"Not as smart as you thought you were huh?" She half turned away from him and changed her mind. "By the way, Paul says helo." She laughed as his jaw dropped open. "He's

in witness protection right now so forget about trying to have him kiled off before he testifies against you." She left him with those words and turned to find Dink right behind

her. "I thought I told you to…"

"Don't start with me, I never take orders." She wrapped her arms around her lover and held her tightly. "You could have been shot kicking that gun out of his hand."

"But I wasn't." She kissed the top of her lover's head before puling back to look into frightened green eyes. "You're stuck with me."

"For the next 50 or 60 years or until my singing kils you."

"I'l buy earplugs, need them anyway 'cuz you snore and talk in your sleep."

Dink gasped and slapped her in her lower back. "I do not snore!"

"Uuhh huh! Like a train!" Jack said as she walked past them with her hands ful of dead rats. "Screams real loud to." Leaving before Dink could say a word, Jack ran to show

her trophies to her partner.

Sampson had no idea what he was in for when he was put in the back seat of L and Jack's car. With being handcuffed to the steel ring built into the seat, he couldn't get away

from the dead rats that Jack kept tossing over the seat at him.

"I think they're al dead but I maybe wrong, let me know if one wakes up." She turned back in her seat and gave L a toothy grin.

"You're a sick bitch Jack, hope one of them is stil alive and bites his stupid egotistical ass."

Jack held up a rol of fishing line and winked at her. "Let's have some fun." She puled on the fishing line and heard Sampson scream from the back seat, then al was quiet in

the car. "I think he had a heart attack."

"Good. Save the taxpayers some money." L remarked.

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Paul was not charged with anything since he helped bring in his former boss Sampson, he was placed in witness protection permanently. Sampson was brought up on treason

charges among other things that the Government could tack onto him, he was now serving a couple of lifetimes in prison and living the life of luxury on the fifth floor. His

celmate was also a lifer who had been convicted of numerous counts of kinky sex acts with both humans and animals. The man would never have been caught if he had not

tried to screw the Governor's daughter and his dog al in one night. Up until that day he had never had a celmate, he would be sure and thank the warden the next time he saw

him. Right now, he had other things he wanted to do with a certain hog-tied up Sampson.

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Dink covered her eyes with her hands and mumbled under her breath; Leslie was straddling Terry's body where she had her pinned in the middle of the aisle. The other train

passengers were stuck on either side of them waiting to get through.

"Give me your ticket!" Leslie yeled at her lover and started to do a body search. "No ticket! No train ride!" She looked up with her caramel colored eyes narrowed and

glowing. "Where's you tickets people? Better get them or I'l throw ya off the train…while it's moving!"

To Dink's amazement the crowd dwindled down to a couple of perverts who wanted to watch her friends fool around on the floor. She knew it would be too good to be true

that she and Brice would be able to escape their friends and be alone. Now the four of them were al on the train and in just a few minutes, they would be on their way to

Amish country and later in to the abyss if she could get Brice away from the dining car long enough. When long arms reached around her and puled her back into a strong

body, she sighed and ran her hands across her lover's forearms.

"What took ya so long Elmo?"

"It's a surprise, let's go to our room and let the children terrorize the other passengers."

"Good idea." She turned in Brice's arms and kissed her softly. "So ya gonna tel me the surprise when we get there?"

"Maybe, maybe not."

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"You had them do al of this in just a few minutes?" Dink looked around the large stateroom, candles were glowing from every surface, and a large silver candelabra sat in the

center of the dinner table casting its warm glow across a vase filed with red roses. The scent of cinnamon filed the air along with the delicious smel of food.

"I caled from home before we left and asked if they could do it for me. I hope you like it."

"More than like." She wrapped her arms around Brice and gave her a deep heartfelt kiss. "Ya know what wil make it better though?"

"Uuhmm nope."

"I'l show you." She took Brice's hand and led her over to the smal suitcase she had under the huge bed. Opening it, she puled out a pair of Amazon leathers and held them in

front of Brice. "You wearing this wil make every single thing better." She batted her eyes at her lover when pale blue roled. "Come on Elmo, humor my wicked little self."

Brice took the leathers and went into the bathroom to change, she would wear plastic wrap if it made Dink happy. Shedding her clothes, she put the leathers on and then

looked in the mirror at her reflection. "Eat your heart out Lucy." She had just stepped into the room when she heard a loud knock and then a voice asking for their tickets, she

stood behind Dink as she opened the door. The two of them almost fel over at the sight before them.

"Hi guys! Need your tickets." Jack said from beneath the conductor's hat she wore that was three sizes too big. She took the tickets, punched them and then handed them

back. "Hey L! Guess who's on the train with us!?" She jumped three foot in the air when the door was slammed and locked. "And they're happy to see us!" She yeled as she

ran down the halway to find her partner. "Gonna have lotsa fun on this case!"

Brice covered her eyes and whined. "Why us!?"

"Don't know Elmo, but we're not opening that door for anybody!" Dink slid a chair under the handle and made sure it couldn't be moved. Jack may be able to pick locks but

there wasn't a damn thing she could do about a chair wedged under the handle. Or was there?

The End

The Sanitation Engineer

By Larisa

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