It was the same guy who'd been in her classroom with Pam less than 24 hours ago. Good God, didn't these kids think about anything except sex, wondered Linda disgustedly. She could now see Pam slowly shucking off her cheerleader sweater and even from almost 100 yards away, she could spot her bounteous breasts curving out invitingly from her chest. In a few more minutes, she heard a zipper being pulled down and saw, just barely what looked like a Coke bottle pop up from Gary's midsection. In an instant, Pam's head covered that shape and now slurping sounds, along with an occasional sigh from Gary filtered over toward where Linda stood.
She really should leave and maybe even call the police this time since Pam had apparently ordered Barry and Stuart to rape her. But she couldn't really blame Pam for it, since it probably wasn't Pam's idea that she actually get raped, just a little scared. And there was something compelling about the idea of being able to watch someone else make love, just as she had outside her classroom, only this time, she no longer had to worry about someone else coming along and forcing her to look away.
Now she heard Gary's low growl, so full of lust that it made goosebumps break out all over her. "Oh, baby, suck it. Suck it good. That's the way, but I don't want any more of that licking crap. Suck it! Make me come, dammit! Oh yeah, that's it… yeah harder, bitch, yeah, oh yeah, I'm cum… I'm cuummminnng, ohhh shit… ooo, yeah, you did it good, baby."
"I love you Gary," came the reply and Linda quivered as more goosebumps hit her.
"I love you, bitch," Gary said tenderly. "It's not just how you suck, either."
"I love your cock baby. I can't get enough of it. I'm addicted to it," said Pam huskily. "Put your hand down there… Doesn't that feel mellow? Oh yeah, stroke it, baby, yeah, oh that's nice."
The fog had gotten even thicker, so Linda could barely make out which figure belonged to who any longer. And all she could hear was an occasional whimper from Pam and bits and pieces of her heavy breathing. She was debating whether or not to move closer, telling herself that it certainly wouldn't be harming anyone, but thinking she ought to try and get her mind off of sex for a change. Then she heard the sounds of the lovers stop immediately and then she somehow felt as if they were looking in her direction. Just as a cat would, she froze completely, not even breathing.
"What's going on?" she heard Gary ask.
"Shhhh," Pam replied. Silence followed. Linda's legs began to cramp up from the effort of standing still for what must have been at least two minutes.
"I don't see anything," Gary's voice finally boomed out over the field.
"I could swear that I saw something down by the goal posts, Gary," Pam said.
"Ahhh, you're just paranoid. Come here. I'll make you feel good. I'll make you even wetter, OK?" said Gary playfully. It apparently did the trick, for Pam now replied teasingly, "Oh, you filthy little boy, what are you doing to me? Oh, I'm getting wet down there. Let me feel that cock of yours. Oh, yeah. I just love it to death, to the absolute max."
Without turning around, Linda began walking away, her eyes still on the figures in the middle of the field. For 50 steps, she merely stuck one of her feet about a foot back, then moved the other foot back the same distance. Then she'd repeat the process.
As she did, it looked to her as if Pam had managed to get Gary's pants off, although she couldn't be sure any longer. She also heard her say, "Oh, you're so pretty. Get up on top of me and finish me off before I die. I want you in me. I want you in me now."
And as Pam said that, Linda could no longer see anyone and she couldn't really hear anything much any longer either. So she turned around and began walking normally once more and headed toward the parking lot. More than anything else right now, she just felt plain tired. All she really wanted was to get a whole bunch of sleep and then try to sort out all this craziness whenever she woke up again.
She got to the parking lot in a few minutes and was relieved to see that at least no one had stolen or vandalized her car, which she had half expected, given how everything else had been going recently. The feeling that she was just an ordinary, normal person ran through her mind and brought with it a great sense of relief from all this weird tension.
That sense was short-lived. She got into the car, pulled out the choke and turned the key after slipping it into the ignition switch. Nothing happened except for a faint click-click as she turned the key. "Goddam it," she whispered savagely. "Goddam it, what else can go wrong? Why the hell is all this happening to me?"
It was obvious that the battery was dead, which made no sense to her, since she'd had the car serviced earlier in the week. If the juice from the battery had been low, they certainly would have mentioned it to her then. Why pass up a good chance to sell a new battery?
Disgustedly, Linda got out of the car and raised up the hood. It looked OK underneath. No one had done anything to the engine compartment that she could spot. But curiosity got the better of her and she got the flashlight out of the trunk and gave the engine compartment a second look. And now she spotted one of the battery cables, near to where it connected to the generator, had been sliced neatly in two by what were apparently a huge set of wire cutters. It all made sense to her very quickly. Barry and Stuart obviously had done it in order to make it even harder for her to get in touch with the police. If she told the police that her battery cable had been cut and that she had been drugged, it would seem like she had made up the story in order to explain her delay in contacting the police.
It was kind of funny. She had to admit that right now she felt a sort of grudging admiration for Barry and Stuart for the intelligence they'd shown in raping someone who knew exactly who they were. There was no way that she would have been able to plan it out nearly as well.
Nevertheless, the admiration didn't last long. Since there weren't any pay telephones on the Marley High School campus – the administration said that just too many of them had been vandalized to allow them to remain – she knew that she'd have to walk a good 20 or 30 minutes in order to find spay telephone. When Marley High had been built a few years ago, the district's administration was adamant that it be placed in a location away from a business district so there wouldn't be the hassle from high school kids shoplifting from the stores during lunch hours.
Cursing the school board and the Marley High School administration, Linda got her purse out of her car and locked it up. Then she started walking across the parking lot and wondering how long it would be before she could get a tow truck to come by and pick her car up.
She had only walked about a block from the parking lot when she heard the sounds of running feet slapping against the lot's pavement, obviously, Pam and Gary getting into the van she had seen parked in the lot. Great, she thought sarcastically, that's all I need – to run into Pam and Gary once more. And with my luck, it's almost a sure thing it's going to happen.
She was right. In a few moments after the motor had been gunned up and the van had gone screeching out of the lot, she could hear it tearing down the street and headed toward her. She tried to ignore it, but to no effect.
The van screeched to a stop right next to her and Pam leaned out the window. "You sure are horny," she said. "Why don't you come in here and we'll party. We can tell you all about what you saw us doing."
CHAPTER NINE
Nothing had worked. Linda had denied up and down that she had been on the football field, but Pam had pointed out that her shoes were wet and looked like they had some fresh grass stains on them. Linda had asked, "What kind of a pervert do you think I am?" Pam said she wasn't a pervert, just someone who got off on watching other people. "And there's nothing wrong with that," she had said.