Posted by nigel1 on June 09, 2002 at 04:42:15:
(With the aid of the drug, thanatose-ase, we can deprive them of the comfort of death. Under our feet, are no corpses. Here, they experience what one might call, the torments of the worm!)
The point is, that, even after a week passed, with the desecration undone, there still seemed to be enough lingering menace to draw the students together into anxious groups. A siege mentality was not unusual among them, surrounded as they well-knew they were by Godless Liberals and alien cultural influences. It was knowing that deranged and hostile forces were even in Corpus Christi, and that the tentacles of destruction had reached their campus that made the tension almost unbearable. The young men huddled protectively around their girl friends. If anyone was going to defile them it would be American Boys they knew and trusted!
But greater horrors were in store! One day there came the gristly discovery of a dismembered body, swirling around and around in one of the driers in a laundry near the campus! It was so thoroughly dessicated that it was difficult to discover the precise cause of death, or the victim's age. But there was a lot of female clothing in the drier, so the assumption was that it had to be a female. It turned out to be parts of two bodies, one of a young male, unidentified, and a young woman, also unidentified.
It was inevitable, in the general angst, that attention focused on the poor legless girl, as one already, in a sense, dismembered, and as one especially vulnerable to wandering maniacs. She inspired, even at ordinary times, pity and terror. There was one other person at the Academy who could be considered already dismembered-- the student who had gone through hell in Nam. No one ever saw him in the lockers. It was rumored that he had some sort of battle wound, but no one knew what it was. It was thought that it might have something to do with his amazing hands. But he had a fine body, that he must have developed in the privacy of his own bedroom, because he was never even seen in the Academy's weight room. No one suspected that he had no penis. But he found himself drawn to the lovely girl in the wheelchair, and he had dreams about her breasts, sometimes deeply disturbing. He could imagine her wearing nothing but a bra, a plain white one, and as she sat in her wheelchair, pleading with him not to hurt her, he shot her mutiple times in her bulging bra cups with a .32 automatic. He was not a very good student, but he tried hard, and he made in his mind a connection between her condition and his. He thought to himself that he should be her protector. He did not think this at first, but it was true, that he could also love her. With his hands, he had enormous potential as a lover. Penis or no, he could have driven any woman in the world into a state of continuous orgasm. He even gave himself orgasms! The gism roared out of the stump left to him, the little button the VA surgeon had salvaged from the VC. It happened frequently, in the privacy of his bedroom. And why not? He still had his testicles, didn't he? Before the wound he'd been more virile than any average man. He had even had a huge penis, which made the manner of his wounding all the more cruel. A nurse had clucked over him, in the VA ward, and told him that she could live on a diet of potatoes alone-- never mind the meat. He had thought that she was a vegetarian. He didn't like vegetarians. He vowed that he would meet the girl, somehow, somewhere, and that she would be his.
(Among his possessions, an AK-47)