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Chapter 13 by dr_wankenstein dr_wankenstein

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Sheriff Reyes gets it

Sheriff Nina Reyes, a tough-minded and curvaceous Latina, came clomping down the stairs in her cowboy boots, scowling at the boys. Ben noted to his displeasure that her uniform did not include a skirt. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" she said, glowering fiercely at them.

"Uh... did you see that gold coin?"

"I don't care about any gold coin. I get paid fine. What's this? The wall of shame? Why the hell do you boys have pictures of the Mayor's underwear? Don't you know that's high treason?"

"I don't think it is," said Ben, as Nina perused the wall, muttering to herself in Spanish about lawbreakers. "Are you enjoying the carnival, sheriff?"

"Is that Kitty Davis? Why do you have pictures of her... well, I guess you don't. And are you drinking beer?"

"We're old enough."

"That's up to me to decide."

"No it isn't," said Ben, as Nina glared at him, trying to figure out if there was a way she could lock him up. "You sure you don't want to try to get that gold coin?"

"Come on, you think I'm going to fall for that?" Nina marched over to the skeleton with the camera and stood looking down at it, frowning, hands on hips. "Oldest trick in the book. Does this place even have a funhouse licence? Show's over, boys. I'm going to find out who's in charge around here, and then I'm going to shut this whole place... hey!"

Ben nudged Hank, who was watching wide-eyed. The whole time Nina had been talking, the second skeleton's fish-hook had been descending. With a deft maneuver he couldn't quite follow, it hooked itself into the back of Nina's underpants and yanked them into the air. Simultaneously, the first skeleton reached out and grasped the legs of Nina's uniform trousers ensuring they stayed where they were.

The now-pantsless sheriff cried blue **** as she was hauled into the air, her strong legs kicking at nothing, her black panties wedgied tight between her firm round brown buttocks. Ben smiled and waved goodbye as she was heaved up towards the second-floor window. Dozens of skeletal hands reached out, grasping at Nina, carrying her away to what he thought was probably a well-deserved fate.

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