The News

Francis finished inside Wendell's borrowed pussy. He was behind Wendell and they were spooning on Francis' bed, illuminated only by the pale flickering lights of the tv. They'd left it on between acts, but neither paid it much attention.

"Fuck yes." Wendell was back inside the girl he'd taken off earlier.

"God, normally it would be too difficult for me to go that many times with a woman, but knowing you're in there makes it pretty hot." Francis exhaled and rolled over on his back. "I don't think I've got a single drop left."

"Me either," Wendell stretched in the post-coital bliss. "Oh, jeez. I'm leaking all over your sheets."

"Just leave it. We'll shower later. Just come here." Francis pulled Wendell to him for a kiss and then he rested Wendell's head on his chest. "When you said you wanted to do everything, you certainly meant it."

"I'm totally drained." Wendell let his eyes drift and they settled on the television. A news caster talked near silently; the volume was too low to hear. Then, Wendell sat bolt upright. "Francis, turn up the volume, hurry!" As Francis scrambled for the volume Wendell's eyes were fixed on the clear mugshot next to the newscaster of the bearded man that had sold him the raygun. As the volume rose, the woman's voice became clear.

"-found dead in his Sommerland home last night with 3 gunshot wounds. The latest in a string of such shootings-"

"What," Francis looked concerned. "What is it?"

"That's the guy " Wendell pointed. "He sold me the thing, they raygun. Now he's dead. Murdered actually."

"You think it has something to do with us? With the toy?"

"I don't know. That guy didn't know me. And besides, nobody could trace anything we've done to us," Wendell looked away from the screen to Francis, "right?"