"Elvis and the zombie began to slowly take off all their clothing, tossing each item into a separate pile in front of them. I could see that Elvis w...as fighting it. His teeth were clenched and his body shook as he tried to regain control of it. Whatever he was trying, it didn't work.In a few moments the pair were naked, a 42-year-old man standing there next to a teen-aged girl. Frankly, she was the much better show as far as I was concerned. There was no sign of the bruises that we'd. The third man, who was thick set, and obviously the leader shut the store room door behind him. He waived a few bank notes in front of my face. "Is this all there is? Where is the rest bitch?" "The owner banked the takings earlier this evening and business has been slow?" I said trembling. "There isn't any more." "You're lying!" He said, brusquely. "I'm not." I stuttered. He looked me up and down staring at my pert breasts, my short skirt and bare legs. My heart froze as he seemed to smile. "In that article you read, it talked about the Carsons?" Old money family," Janie said, "big in California politics." Right, keep that in mind. One December day Scott Van Pelt got on an airplane and flew away. He ceased to exist. The next day, Scott Wayne MacIntyre walked out of the Fort Stockton courthouse."Janie shivered."Are you cold?" Yes," she replied. She stood and tugged on his hand, "Let's go back."A couple of bicycles whizzed past them."Who knew?" Janie asked."That one kid was the same. "And speaking of pleasure..." He turned from the moaning woman to regard the girl sprawling on the floor, gasping for breath. His cock was very hard. "Time we got to it, bitch," he told her. Reaching down to grab her hair once more, he pulled her to her feet and propelled her, squalling, toward the bed. He pushed her onto it crossways, on her stomach, so that her ass stuck up at him. Kneeling behind her, he put his hands on it and spread her buttocks apart. Delilah gave a howl of fear and tried.