The next thing I knew, I woke up in a hospital bed. My head still hurt and my leg was all bandaged up. There were tubes from an IV attached to the bac... of my hand and an oxygen hose running into my nose. There was also a clip on my finger with a wire running up to some machine.I just lay there for a while. I felt like shit, my leg hurt like hell, the lights were too damn bright, and I was as dry as a desert. Shortly a tall guy in a white coat with a stethoscope came in and introduced himself as. But they came back the next evening.So long as I had a futa-cock, I could do whatever I wanted in public. I could flash people, fuck people, and no one would care. They would all think it was perfectly normal. But during the day, I couldn't get away with anything. School was even weirder. They all talked about how great the game and how hot the sex was, boasting about who they fucked or fingered or ate. Girls who were straight would gush about eating pussy. Guys would boast about fucking. ”Mrs. Stringfellow sputtered her objections, but the kids just walked around her and headed for their homerooms. There was nothing else she could do, so the principal rushed to make that telephone call.By this time, the story of the shootings of the three bats at the bus stop was known all over the school, and Sue and Jeff were the heroes of the day. Even the teachers were impressed, especially those who had seen one of the monsters. The kids went through the school day with no further. Sam would often stop over at Anne's when Joel was there. One thing Anne had noticed was that after they had stopped over, her dirty panties in the wash basket would have sperm stains in them. Anne thought it was quite cute that they were wanking into her panties and would often leave some on top of the dirty washing for them to find.It was Saturday night and Anne had been asked out for a drink by the girls she worked with. Anne didn't really go out much she was fifty-six and most of the girls.