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Show The Speed of Light Butch and Fenn Stories 11 "Here," Butch says to me pointing how I should step up. Inside, something bizarre is happening. There is a flashlight beam being played around, up and down. "That's Carol Wilkes." I look harder and I guess it is. Parley is holding the light on her while she lies back on a wooden bench. She is only wearing her underpants. "Is she dead?" "Shhhhh!" Then I see Parley put the light on his own face and give a little wave our way. It's a signal, I guess. The light runs back to Carol Wilkes. She sat ahead of me in social studies, Miss Talbot's class, and wore a yellow dress once a week which was my favorite. In the strange light she lies back, her hands on her stomach, her nipples swollen like marbles. "Those are her tits," Butch says to me. Then Parley moves closer with the light and is taking off her underpants. "Doctor," Butch says. "They're playing doctor. Parley's the doctor." Carol drops her legs to each side of the bench and Parley shines the light between her legs. "What the hell's going on? What can you guys see?" |