Nancy scanned the stands. The seats were filled. She saw Mr. Milton high up, lifting a telescopic lens to his eye. She knew he was focusing in on her....he took the field with the girls.The band banged out a fast song, and the girls shoved their hips exaggeratedly to the right, bumped, then swung them salaciously to the left and bumped.Nancy bumped hot and good. Then she went into a long set of high kicks, her tiny blue skirt flying high over her tight, cunny-crunching, sky-blue panties. Her. Anyway, I'm calling 9-1-1. This is out of our hands, now."Andrea walked back to her office and locked up, deciding to take the rest of the day off. Jill walked in just as Andrea was about to leave for the day."Hi Jill. What's the police say?" I gave them a very preliminary report. Their bodied were preserved quite well considering that they have to have been inside Jane's lung for the two months that we've had her. It doesn't make sense, but my first impression is that they've only been dead. ” “I’m all right Captain Davey. I love you more than ever.” “Minh, I want you to call me Dave or David. You can drop that Captain stuff.” “Okay Davey. It doesn’t really matter what I call you. I still love you.” When we got to the hotel room she attacked me and stripped my uniform off. “You won’t need those icky clothes,” she explained. She was right. I didn’t need them and she didn’t need hers either. I scooped her up and flung her onto the bed. She bounced and squealed. I hopped right on top. The Broken Creek Medical Center was filled to capacity as doctors tried in vain to treat what their colleagues from around the globe had been unable to treat.By the third day, Broken Creek was like a ghost town. Sheriff Frankie Mullins was absolutely shocked as he drove his SUV through town and didn't see a soul. Businesses were closed down. Stores were boarded up. All that was missing was tumbleweeds blowing down Main Street.He pulled into the only business in town he knew was open, The Busy.