The Peaches that Fell

Chapter 2

The Story The Authors

"So, I guess I'm going to have to kill you," he murmured, half to the slumbering psychiatrist with whom the sex had been so surreal, half to himself. "Let's see," he continued, "what would be the best approach. Something quick and painless for both of us." He strained his brain but no ideas would come. Hell, he thought, I used to make lists of ways to kill a person when I was a kid just to take up time. Now, when I most need one of those ideas, I can't think of one. The doctor snorted and cleared his throat, and rolled over on his stomach, the lavender sheets sliding down off his back to reveal a flat, sagging rear, and, yes, an open, and very large, pinkish-purple hairless rectum. Russel felt his stomach turning, and a violent shudder wracked his frame. "Doctor?" he said. "Are you awake?" His voice came out strangely strangled. Tony Bugwalla

"Arb garb, hmm, sksk . . ." the doctor said. Louder, Russel repeated his question. "Russel." It wasn't quite a statement of fact, and it wasn't exactly a question. "That's right,Doc, " Russel said, "Russel." His voice wasn't unfriendly; in fact, it had in a sort of controlled pleasantry that a perceptive listener might have realized sounded like veiled frenzy. I'm sure that you, reader, are all too familiar with such a tone. The doctor, who had extensive psychiatric training, rolled over into a sitting position, his back to the wall, and pulled his sheet over him, all in a single awkward motion (not unlike this single awkward sentence). Deftly, he asked, "Russel, what am I doing here?" "I was just wondering about ways to kill people," Russel replied, all too casually. "I used to think of ways all the time as a kid, just to pass idle time, but right now to my consummate bewilderment, I cannot think of one. What do you suppose that means?" The doctor, not falling into Russel's clearly demented game, said, "Hmm. Interesting." His eyes were remarkably bloodshot. "But, don't you wonder what I'm doing here, too?" "What are you doing here, Doc?" Russel asked, sounding genuinely curious. "I don't know," answered the doctor, patiently, "I was hoping you could tell me." "And why are you naked?" Russel asked, pointedly. Devl "Drummer" McDoo

"Because", said Doc, "I never pick my nose fully clothed". And with that, Miss America rushed into the room, squealing "Omigawd, I broke a nail on that tray of gingerbread Gingrich cookies!". Ollie Oleo

Russel didn't know whether to chuckle at the Doc's comment or goggle at Miss America, who also wore no clothing. So, he did both. "So, why is the maid naked?" the doctor asked. Russel thought, and thought hard. Why indeed, he wondered. Clearly, Doc was trying to take advantage of an unusual situation to distract him from his current purpose. The thing that bothered him most, however, was that he could not figure out how the doctor had somehow mentally uncovered his motives. "Of course, you know that any chance of us forgetting all this and pretending it never happened--whatever it was that did happen--disappeared with the entrance of this lovely young woman into our room." "Is that so?" said the doctor, raising an eyebrow. "And what did happen, Russel? And what effect on whatever happened does Lareeka have, anyway?" Ah, Russel thought, I see what he's trying to do. And actually, it was worth considering. Perhaps he should kill the Miss America maid instead. No, that wouldn't work. He would rather kill the doctor. Ah, no, he realized all at once, actually now I'm going to have to kill both of them. And he couldn't even think of a good way to kill the doc when the doc was still asleep and vulnerable. Oh, the complications were mounting like ants! Amagon Reydell

He jumped on a snake!! none

Russel ran far far away and kissed the princess since he was in China and she was in Spain. lalala

And he fed her tea and oranges that came all the way from China, and she sang the song Suzanne while she sucked the pulp from the oranges. They had nothing to say to each other any more, or ever, but they sat complete in their silent love. And she cried when he sang to her the old songs, the songs she'd never heard for real, and they cried for the lost days, and for the pretend world they were living. Kelly

The Story	The Authors
"So, I guess I'm going to have to kill you," he murmured, half to the slumbering psychiatrist with whom the sex had been so surreal, half to himself. "Let's see," he continued, "what would be the best approach. Something quick and painless for both of us." He strained his brain but no ideas would come. Hell, he thought, I used to make lists of ways to kill a person when I was a kid just to take up time. Now, when I most need one of those ideas, I can't think of one. The doctor snorted and cleared his throat, and rolled over on his stomach, the lavender sheets sliding down off his back to reveal a flat, sagging rear, and, yes, an open, and very large, pinkish-purple hairless rectum. Russel felt his stomach turning, and a violent shudder wracked his frame. "Doctor?" he said. "Are you awake?" His voice came out strangely strangled.	Tony Bugwalla
"Arb garb, hmm, sksk . . ." the doctor said. Louder, Russel repeated his question. "Russel." It wasn't quite a statement of fact, and it wasn't exactly a question. "That's right,Doc, " Russel said, "Russel." His voice wasn't unfriendly; in fact, it had in a sort of controlled pleasantry that a perceptive listener might have realized sounded like veiled frenzy. I'm sure that you, reader, are all too familiar with such a tone. The doctor, who had extensive psychiatric training, rolled over into a sitting position, his back to the wall, and pulled his sheet over him, all in a single awkward motion (not unlike this single awkward sentence). Deftly, he asked, "Russel, what am I doing here?" "I was just wondering about ways to kill people," Russel replied, all too casually. "I used to think of ways all the time as a kid, just to pass idle time, but right now to my consummate bewilderment, I cannot think of one. What do you suppose that means?" The doctor, not falling into Russel's clearly demented game, said, "Hmm. Interesting." His eyes were remarkably bloodshot. "But, don't you wonder what I'm doing here, too?" "What are you doing here, Doc?" Russel asked, sounding genuinely curious. "I don't know," answered the doctor, patiently, "I was hoping you could tell me." "And why are you naked?" Russel asked, pointedly.	Devl "Drummer" McDoo
"Because", said Doc, "I never pick my nose fully clothed". And with that, Miss America rushed into the room, squealing "Omigawd, I broke a nail on that tray of gingerbread Gingrich cookies!".	Ollie Oleo
Russel didn't know whether to chuckle at the Doc's comment or goggle at Miss America, who also wore no clothing. So, he did both. "So, why is the maid naked?" the doctor asked. Russel thought, and thought hard. Why indeed, he wondered. Clearly, Doc was trying to take advantage of an unusual situation to distract him from his current purpose. The thing that bothered him most, however, was that he could not figure out how the doctor had somehow mentally uncovered his motives. "Of course, you know that any chance of us forgetting all this and pretending it never happened--whatever it was that did happen--disappeared with the entrance of this lovely young woman into our room." "Is that so?" said the doctor, raising an eyebrow. "And what did happen, Russel? And what effect on whatever happened does Lareeka have, anyway?" Ah, Russel thought, I see what he's trying to do. And actually, it was worth considering. Perhaps he should kill the Miss America maid instead. No, that wouldn't work. He would rather kill the doctor. Ah, no, he realized all at once, actually now I'm going to have to kill both of them. And he couldn't even think of a good way to kill the doc when the doc was still asleep and vulnerable. Oh, the complications were mounting like ants!	Amagon Reydell
He jumped on a snake!!	none
Russel ran far far away and kissed the princess since he was in China and she was in Spain.	lalala
And he fed her tea and oranges that came all the way from China, and she sang the song Suzanne while she sucked the pulp from the oranges. They had nothing to say to each other any more, or ever, but they sat complete in their silent love. And she cried when he sang to her the old songs, the songs she'd never heard for real, and they cried for the lost days, and for the pretend world they were living.	Kelly

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