The Peaches that Fell

Chapter 2

The Story The Authors

She ran out of the building trying not to think of the cuts and scrapes on her body. Then...... Doc woke up. It seemed she couldn't thinking about her ex-husband and the fight, she knew he would be at her again. She didn't know what to do, where she could hide. She went to check on her kids and then tried to go back to sleep not knowing what was in store for her the next morning. She woke up the next morning called for her kids and then started making breakfast. Her kids, Elizabeth and Jack hadn't gotton up at her call so she went into their rooms to wake them up. When she got into Elizabeth's room she found she wasn't in their so she figured she was sleeping with Jack since was only seven. She went into Jack's room and found they weren't in there. It had been two hours since she had found they were missing and she was sitting in the police office waiting for an answer to all of this . She had told them everything, even the stuff her husband had told her not to tell, the stuff about the fight. Little did she know that she might see her ex-husband very soon, very, very soon. Lisa

this story stinks, please, submit a different story. none

not only does the story stink,but, the grammer and the spelling is pathetic none

so she took the story to the teacher and together they corrected what was wrogn with the story. Then they sent the story to the publisher and he loved what he had read and published her story for $500. I wish I could write like that. none

YOU PEOPLE ARE RUINING THE STORY. CAN WE GET BACK TO RUSSEL PLEASE! none

Russel lay flat on his back on the floor of the closet. Without getting up he said to the Doc. "I blacked out again didn't I?" "Yes she said sadly, you've been out for almost two hours. Hun, why didn't you tell me you were haveing these blackouts?" "I couldn't tell you, I didn't want to worry you." " Worry me?" the dodtor snorted. " The only thing I'm worried about is the fact that I can't have any more sex when you black out like that. I'd've had to sit here for two hours unsatisified, had i not taken care of the matter myself. Now the deal was bud, that you get your sessions free as long as I get my sex. Understand?" "Yeah and now about that session. I had the weirdest dream when I was out. I drempt that I was shot and couldn't move and was having this feeling of imbodiment." "Oh well," the doctor said breathlessly,"We can always take care of that feeling. I think I know how to put you right back into that body of yours" she said sexily. With that she crawled on top of him and prerceded to make passionate love to him. "oh oh, baby baby, deeper, oh yeah, oh" none

"Get off me you horrendous cow", the doctor cried. You squashed my banana! With that, she rolled off, and the doc took his midday snack from his pocket. "now what am I to do with this?", he mumbled, looking at the now mangled banana. Then a sinister look came across his face, and he turned to her. Will Johnstn

he said "lets make a banana milksake. all we need is some ice>" Okay i'll go get some from the store. Jill

Unbeknownst to Russel, an aghast look had fallen across his usually all too credulous face. Was the Doc intentionally messing with his mind? For the first time in several days, he felt a clarity descend upon him. For the moment, at least, he felt that he could discern insane fantasy from hard core reality. How long would this moment last? He couldn't be certain. He felt with absolute doubtlessness that whatever mental disease now afflicted him, causing hallucinogenic blackouts, among other derangement side effects, was . . . contagious. The Doc was a sneaky woman, demanding sex in return for free therapy (and even that probably was the by-product of the contagion of madness that began to overtake her, gradually, obviously enough, immediately upon first coming into contact with him in her office on that fateful day back when); sex bartering aside, she otherwise had shown only the best intentions on his behalf. That a purpose-driven nymphomaniac such as the Doc would suddenly break off the sex, just as she was getting the buzz and thrill burning up through her, was outside the realm of reasonable possibility, even if she actually were intentionally trying to mess with him (and that really was outside of question, too) by pretending she was a man complaining that he was mangling her (his) banana. (Although, he had to admit he did see an angry man lift off of him there in the throes of passion; but it had quickly re-morphed back into the female Doc he knew -- and that's when the clarity struck him.) Therefore, Russel, using a solid line of inductive logic, determined that the Doc also had gone insane, and felt, for the moment, solidly in tune with reality. How long would it last? He needed something, some device to help himself stay sane, some kind of reminder, a sanity trigger; maybe a notebook? No, that wouldn't work; he write in it when he was insane, too. But what?! What could he do? The Doc obviously couldn't be much help at this point. But . . . Rembrandt Fireshand

The Story	The Authors
She ran out of the building trying not to think of the cuts and scrapes on her body. Then...... Doc woke up. It seemed she couldn't thinking about her ex-husband and the fight, she knew he would be at her again. She didn't know what to do, where she could hide. She went to check on her kids and then tried to go back to sleep not knowing what was in store for her the next morning. She woke up the next morning called for her kids and then started making breakfast. Her kids, Elizabeth and Jack hadn't gotton up at her call so she went into their rooms to wake them up. When she got into Elizabeth's room she found she wasn't in their so she figured she was sleeping with Jack since was only seven. She went into Jack's room and found they weren't in there. It had been two hours since she had found they were missing and she was sitting in the police office waiting for an answer to all of this . She had told them everything, even the stuff her husband had told her not to tell, the stuff about the fight. Little did she know that she might see her ex-husband very soon, very, very soon.	Lisa
this story stinks, please, submit a different story.	none
not only does the story stink,but, the grammer and the spelling is pathetic	none
so she took the story to the teacher and together they corrected what was wrogn with the story. Then they sent the story to the publisher and he loved what he had read and published her story for $500. I wish I could write like that.	none
YOU PEOPLE ARE RUINING THE STORY. CAN WE GET BACK TO RUSSEL PLEASE!	none
Russel lay flat on his back on the floor of the closet. Without getting up he said to the Doc. "I blacked out again didn't I?" "Yes she said sadly, you've been out for almost two hours. Hun, why didn't you tell me you were haveing these blackouts?" "I couldn't tell you, I didn't want to worry you." " Worry me?" the dodtor snorted. " The only thing I'm worried about is the fact that I can't have any more sex when you black out like that. I'd've had to sit here for two hours unsatisified, had i not taken care of the matter myself. Now the deal was bud, that you get your sessions free as long as I get my sex. Understand?" "Yeah and now about that session. I had the weirdest dream when I was out. I drempt that I was shot and couldn't move and was having this feeling of imbodiment." "Oh well," the doctor said breathlessly,"We can always take care of that feeling. I think I know how to put you right back into that body of yours" she said sexily. With that she crawled on top of him and prerceded to make passionate love to him. "oh oh, baby baby, deeper, oh yeah, oh"	none
"Get off me you horrendous cow", the doctor cried. You squashed my banana! With that, she rolled off, and the doc took his midday snack from his pocket. "now what am I to do with this?", he mumbled, looking at the now mangled banana. Then a sinister look came across his face, and he turned to her.	Will Johnstn
he said "lets make a banana milksake. all we need is some ice>" Okay i'll go get some from the store.	Jill
Unbeknownst to Russel, an aghast look had fallen across his usually all too credulous face. Was the Doc intentionally messing with his mind? For the first time in several days, he felt a clarity descend upon him. For the moment, at least, he felt that he could discern insane fantasy from hard core reality. How long would this moment last? He couldn't be certain. He felt with absolute doubtlessness that whatever mental disease now afflicted him, causing hallucinogenic blackouts, among other derangement side effects, was . . . contagious. The Doc was a sneaky woman, demanding sex in return for free therapy (and even that probably was the by-product of the contagion of madness that began to overtake her, gradually, obviously enough, immediately upon first coming into contact with him in her office on that fateful day back when); sex bartering aside, she otherwise had shown only the best intentions on his behalf. That a purpose-driven nymphomaniac such as the Doc would suddenly break off the sex, just as she was getting the buzz and thrill burning up through her, was outside the realm of reasonable possibility, even if she actually were intentionally trying to mess with him (and that really was outside of question, too) by pretending she was a man complaining that he was mangling her (his) banana. (Although, he had to admit he did see an angry man lift off of him there in the throes of passion; but it had quickly re-morphed back into the female Doc he knew -- and that's when the clarity struck him.) Therefore, Russel, using a solid line of inductive logic, determined that the Doc also had gone insane, and felt, for the moment, solidly in tune with reality. How long would it last? He needed something, some device to help himself stay sane, some kind of reminder, a sanity trigger; maybe a notebook? No, that wouldn't work; he write in it when he was insane, too. But what?! What could he do? The Doc obviously couldn't be much help at this point. But . . .	Rembrandt Fireshand

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