The Adventures of Sparky
Part I -- The Pool Party
[Warning – this story is an extremely violent work of fiction. Lots of unsuspecting, scantily-clad, gorgeous young women are shot to death at close range by sub-machine gun fire. Bullets strike EVERY part of the female anatomy (well, the front side, anyway), repeatedly, with realistic and gruesome effects. He, he, he. If you are some kind of wimp who can't distinguish fantasy from reality, then stop now and run home to mommy. On the other hand, if -- like the author -- you appreciate a little harmless fantasy, and this sort of story appeals to you, then keep reading! Especially if you like it when topless young women get shot in their breasts. And if you like what you read, you are encouraged to post your comments or send them to the author, gotmwwg@aol.com.]
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"Women -- can't live with em'; can't shoot ‘em." Or so the saying went. Sparky knew better. Soon the world would know too.
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High school graduation was just few days off. But Sparky knew that he would not be there. His grades had been slipping for months, he had failed a couple of classes, and there was no way that he would be getting that diploma.
Everyone else seemed to know it too. And Sparky, who had been mocked and ridiculed all his life for his small stature, his pepperoni-pizza complexion, his slight stutter, his clothes, and a dozen other things, was now subject to ridicule for yet one more thing. Sparky sighed, gazing upon the barely-used textbooks stacked neatly in his locker.
Walking to one of his final classes, he strained to overhear a couple of cute girls talking about the post-graduation pool party. Sure, he had heard about the pool party. It was common knowledge around campus; all the cool women would be going over to Jane's after graduation for some fun in the sun. Rumor had it that some guys would be crashing the party, and then the fun would really start. Gosh, he sure wished that he could be a fly on the wall at that party; every good-looking babe on campus was bound to be there -- and in a swimsuit, no less.
As he passed the two girls, one of them, a large-breasted brunette named Lisa (Sparky had a serious crush on her back in the seventh grade, but it never got anywhere, of course) turned towards him as if to say something.
"Hey Sparky," Lisa said, "you know that pool party?"
"Y - Yeah?" Momentarily hopeful, Sparky abruptly stopped . . . and promptly tripped over his shoelace, crashing in a heap to the floor. Sparky's folder of papers went spilling out onto the cement at the girls' feet.
Lisa and the other girl, Stephanie, broke into uproarious laughter, as did a number of other girls nearby. "What a geek," Sparky heard one girl say, but he didn't know who. Humiliated, Sparky got to his feet.
Lisa continued, "About that pool party . . . well, don't even THINK about crashing it, because no one wants you there." The other girls nearby chuckled, obviously approving of Lisa's mean-spirited quip.
Sparky -- snubbed and spurned throughout his young life -- turned beet red and shuffled away as fast as he could. As he was walking, a thousand thoughts raced through his head; everything from suicide to joining the foreign legion. Suddenly, something inside Sparky snapped and, in a flash, he knew what had to be done.
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The next day, Sparky blew off class. After all, he now had better things to do. That afternoon, Sparky got a gun. And not just any gun; a genuine fully-automatic Uzi submachine gun, just like on TV. And plenty of clips. It was easy, really. He just went to one of those military "museums," pulled out a wad of bills, and it was a done deal. Not even a background check. Ha, that was a laugh. And a couple of smoke bombs, just for fun. He paid for the stuff with money from his part-time job mowing lawns. Over the years, the money had grown into quite a pile, for he seldom spent it on anything. After all, he never had any dates.
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The next morning was the graduation ceremony. Sparky blew it off; after all, what was the point in going if he was not going to graduate anyway? Instead, Sparky sent the morning getting familiar with he new toys. He played with the Uzi, practicing aiming and reloading the remarkably handy weapon.
As Sparky was playing with the gun, he watched an old movie, "Magnum Force," on tape. When the "pool party" scene came onto the screen, Sparky watched, transfixed by the violent spectacle on the screen, particularly the part where the topless blonde gets shot directly between the breasts. He had never really thought about it before, but this scene was just so cool. Fascinated now, he replayed the scene over and over again, full speed and in slow motion, trying to experience every detail. His pulse pounding now, Sparky focused on the blonde woman, pretending to shoot her with his Uzi. He liked how she grimaced in pain and fell backward into the water, the bloody impact plainly visible in the middle of her chest, just above the line of her nipples. Now he had a plan; he would sneak around behind the pool, find a spot with a good field-of-fire, and waste everyone at the party.
It was about one o'clock in the afternoon by the time the movie was over, and Sparky realized that it was time to get down to business. He carefully loaded a dozen clips, grabbed an old gym bag, and placed all of his equipment into the bag.
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About two o'clock, Sparky rode his bike over to Jane's house. He carried with him his duffle bag full of tricks. The house was in the fancier part of town, a large suburban house set on a gently sloping hill, surrounded at a distance by dozens of similar homes. Behind Jane's house was a nice backyard pool. Behind the pool, the ground sloped upward, and was covered with a dense mixture of trees and shrubs, which began just a short distance -- say ten feet -- behind the back edge of the pool. Sparky left his bike a short distance away, and approached the front of the house. The driveway and adjoining street were full of the kind of nice cars that rich girls with no worries normally drove; Mustangs, BMW's, small convertibles. Sparky felt his resentment growing inside him -- he would never be a part of this crowd.
Throwing the duffle bag over his shoulder, Sparky made his way along the edge of the property towards the backyard. Already he could hear the sound of feminine voices and laughter coming from the backyard. Slowly, carefully, Sparky made a broad circle around to the very back edge of the backyard, behind a dense collection of trees and bushes. He was certain that he had not been seen.
Creeping forward through the trees and bushes, Sparky heard the laughter and voices grow ever louder. Suddenly, he broke into the clear, and he found himself looking down a gentle slope onto the pool below. It was a sight that almost made his young heart skip a beat. Below him, scattered in and around the pool, were maybe a half-dozen or so gorgeous young women. No boys to be seen; so much the better.
He knew them all. First there were the cheerleaders, Mari, Jane, Stephanie. Jane, the cheerleader captain, and Mari, the songleader captain, stood together talking in the shallow end of the pool, Jane in a strapless white bikini, and Mari in a yellow string bikini, which emphasized her ample bosom. Stephanie was in the water nearby, her slight athletic body clad in an even slighter green-and-pink flowered bikini.
Looking to the opposite pool deck, there was Wendy, the student body president, a buxom brunette dressed in a light pink string bikini. Wendy was talking to Erin, the diminutive senior class president, who was clad in a see-through white tank top, through which her bright pink nipples were plainly visible.
To the right on a pair of lounge chairs were the two dance team leaders, Valerie and Kirsten, the former a striking blonde and the latter a statuesque brunette. Both athletic women were dressed in floral-pattern thong bikini briefs and push-up bra tops, which made the most of their smallish bosoms.
Several other women seemed to be lurking inside the house, and Sparky briefly despaired at how he would get them all. His pulse was racing and he was starting to get very nervous about what lay ahead; whether he could go through with it, whether he should go through with it. After all, a few of the girls had done him no wrong; Wendy, in particular, had even been nice to him once.
Sparky watched the spectacle before him for several minutes, wondering what to do. He lusted after the nubile bodies of these young women. In particular, he had often fantasized about raping Mari and Jane (the song and cheer captains) in the school locker room. He imagined cornering them in their cheer outfits, reaching under their short pleated skirts to tear off their panties, and then penetrating them while massaging and sucking their full young breasts. What a waste it would be to kill them.
As the meaningless female chatter continued, Sparky watched as two additional women emerged from the house, carrying beer and what appeared to be marijuana cigarettes. Sparky vaguely remembered these women, Chris and Ann, who had graduated a few years before and were now attending the local state college. "Must be home for the summer," Sparky thought. Chris, a slender brunette, was dressed in a light-green sun dress which left little to the imagination, and left no doubt that she was not wearing a bra. Ann, who at about age 20 was probably the oldest woman at the party, wore a white blouse and a short yellow skirt.
"Let's get this party going!" shouted Chris, who began distributing the beer to the other women, who eagerly crowded around her. Ann took one of the marijuana cigarettes, lit up and began smoking.
"Yeah!" replied one girl.
"For sure!" said another.
For the next ten or fifteen minutes, Sparky watched the party continue, alternately fascinated and horrified by the behavior of these young women. Beer! Marijuana! What was the world coming to?
Sparky shook his head. Now it all made sense. These were bad girls; that's why they had mistreated him for so long. It was bad enough that they should be so beautiful, yet so inaccessible to his adolescent desires. But now that Sparky had seen their debased behavior for himself, he realized that what he was about to do was a good thing, for he would be correcting a great injustice. Smiling for a moment, Sparky recalled a line from the movie he had just seen, "There's nothing wrong with shooting, as long as the right people get shot." How true.
Suddenly, Lisa emerged from the house. Lisa -- the first girl he ever had a crush on, back in the seventh grade; the same one who humiliated him a few days ago, leaving him no choice but to be here today, machine gun in hand.
Lisa was dressed in a light blue string bikini and, wearning a giant smile on her face, she quickly trotted up to a small group of girls on the pool deck. Flaring the fingers on her left hand, Lisa displayed her ring finger for the group to see.
"Ohmigod you guys, CHECK it OUT!" bubbled Lisa.
"That's the promise ring? Cool!" replied Erin. "I can't believe you guys are really going to go through with this."
"Wow, a real diamond," observed Chris. "Must be serious."
"Oh it is; we've been dating a whole three months! I've never been so in love!" Lisa beamed. She kissed the ring, and held it up to the sun, sending a million sparkles across the backyard, before trotting towards the pool steps. Lisa tested the water with her toe and then waded into the shallow end of the pool.
"What an air head," giggled Chris to the other girls.
"Hey Lisa, you're beautiful!" came a shout from Kirsten, across the pool. Lisa paused and smiled, as if for a camera, flared her arms and flipped her long hair over her shoulders before continuing into the water. Lisa waded a short distance across the pool, before diving under the water and out of sight. The other women continued as before, chatting, drinking and smoking.
Sparky watched the party, entranced, not moving and barely breathing, almost forgetting why he was here. He was trying to judge which woman had the best body -- he had narrowed it down to either Valerie (small breasts, but a well-proportioned athletic body) or Mari (larger breasts, not quite so athletic but awesomely feminine) -- when his jaw almost hit the floor at what happened next.
Without warning, Lisa bounced up from under the water, splashing and shrieking, holding her string bikini top in her hands. She was now topless, and her large 36-D breasts, topped by silver-dollar sized areolas, began bouncing and flopping as she jumped up and down in the water. "Holy shit!" Sparky muttered under his breath.
"Hey everybody, look at me!" shouted Lisa. "Let's all get naked!"
"How much fun!" said Valerie, who unclipped the front of her bikini top, exposing her small breasts, before laying back on the lounge chair.
"You guys are so bad!" giggled Kirsten, before doing the same thing.
"Wait! The guys will be here any minute! What are they going to think?" said Wendy.
"I think they'll love it!" replied Chris, her judgment obviously impaired by the beer and marijuana. "Come on, have some fun!" Chris lifted her flimsy sun dress over her heard, exposing her small breasts and high-cut cotton panties. "I didn't plan on swimming today, but what the hell!"
Smiling and laughing, Stephanie too unclasped her rear-fastening bikini top, and flung the tiny garment to the side of the pool.
"You guys are crazy -- this party is going to end up as an orgy!" laughed Ann, already missing her high school days.
"Then let's get started; we have to finish before my parents get home at six o'clock!" shouted Jane.
Sparky had seen and heard enough. This spectacle had to be stopped. He hadn't seen any more movement inside the house; it seemed that all the women at the party were now right in front of him, in various stages of undress and intoxication. It was now or never. Pulse pounding, Sparky opened the gym bag and pulled out the Uzi, several clips, and one of the smoke bombs. He snapped one clip into the Uzi, pulled back the bolt, and carefully laid out several more clips in front of him for reloading.
Setting the Uzi down for a minute, he picked up the smoke bomb. Holding the bomb for a few seconds, Sparky took a deep breath, pulled the pin, and threw the bomb in a slow, high arc towards the far side of the pool.
Time now seemed to stand still. As the smoke bomb tumbled through the air, hissing and trailing a long arc of smoke which hung over the pool area, Sparky picked up the Uzi and aimed it towards the pool.
Jane looked up, saw the smoke, and could only think "that's odd; the barbeque doesn't start until later."
Lisa and Stephanie, who were bouncing and laughing at the shallow end of the pool, closest to the source of the smoke, turned and looked towards the trees at the rear of the backyard, a short distance away. As Lisa spun around, her large breasts jiggled against her chest, and her arm practically wrapped around Stephanie, who had turned just beside her. Lisa looked up, and her smile turned to horror as she saw, for an instant, the image of a gun barrel pointed directly at her. The laughing stopped.
"This one's for you Lisa." Sparky smiled and casually pulled the trigger.
Budda-budda-budda.
A single bullet struck Lisa directly in the center of her sternum, right between her large breasts, just above the line of her nipples. Blood began to spurt from her heart, and Lisa's expression changed from surprise to shock and pain. Her eyes rolled back in the sockets, and her arms splayed wide as Lisa fell back into the water.
"Wow, just like Magnum Force!" thought Sparky.
Budda-budda-budda-budda.
To Lisa's right, the line of bullets thudded across Stephanie's bare chest, one round striking the slender dark-haired woman in her smallish left breast, just above the nipple, and a second shot impacted her upper right chest. Oddly, Stephanie's chest thrust outward as the bullets hit, and Sparky briefly admired her small, pert breasts and erect nipples. With both of her lungs penetrated, Stephanie gasped and also fell backward into the water.
To the right were the two dance team captains, Valerie and Kirsten, both topless. Sparky pivoted to his right, just as Valerie stood up from her lounge chair. Still uncomprehending, she turned toward the sound of the gunfire -- not ten feet away -- with a look of expectation, as if a long-lost lover were about to emerge from the bushes. Just behind Valerie, her friend Kirsten also began to rise from her lounge chair. Kirsten's wire-frame glasses, intense look and slight frame somehow combined to give the brunette the appearance of intelligence beyond her years.
Budda-budda-budda-budda.
A line of at least five dime-sized holes suddenly erupted across Valerie's bare breasts in a ragged line, both her nipples being shot through and replaced with little crimson fountains of blood. The nubile blonde woman shrieked and fell backward, her arms flailing in all directions, as she toppled into the pool a short distance from Stephanie's bullet-riddled corpse. Little arcs of blood trailed from the wounds as she fell, with a loud splash, into the water, where she lay quite still.
Kirsten, who was still using both arms to push herself out of the lounge chair, gasped as she realized what was about to happen to her. She did not have long to wait. Within an instant, a bullet smacked into her ribs, just below the right breast. She grimaced in pain and began to sink back into the chair, when a second bullet tore into her left breast at a sharp angle, inward of the nipple, which passed through the young woman's heart before bursting out her back. The second bullet lifted Kirsten's small body upward, throwing her partially off the lounge chair. She came rest spread-eagled across the lounge chair, her head, arms and bleeding chest trailing off the side of the chair, while her lower body and spread legs were pointed directly at Sparky, almost beckoning him to take advantage of this golden opportunity.
All eyes turned as the smoke bomb clattered against the pool deck at the far side, and clouds of wispy smoke soon began to add to the chaos and confusion in the backyard.
Still many of the women did not yet realize what was happening or, if they did, they were too paralyzed with fear and surprise to try to save themselves. Sparky did not want anyone to escape, so he next directed his fire on the group of women on the across the pool on the far deck, nearest to the house. They were too far away -- maybe 25 feet -- for accurate targeting. Now wild with excitement, Sparky simply squeezed off a long burst from left to right and hoped for the best.
Budda-budda-budda-budda-budda-budda-budda.
Amidst the sound of shattering glass to her rear, Erin screamed "Nooo!!!" as a bullet penetrated the center of her torso, just below her sternum, where it mangled a variety of internal organs before coming to rest in her spine. As blood quickly began to stain the young woman's flimsy white tank top, she pressed both hands to the spurting wound, collapsed, and hit the ground hard on her right side, whimpering and pleading for the pain to stop.
Ann, the sophisticated college woman, was next in line. She took a furtive step backwards and held both hands forward at arms length, as if somehow trying to stop the bullets which she knew were coming. Instantly, a line of three crimson holes erupted across the woman's abdomen, penetrating her white blouse and intestines at naval level. As each of the dime-sized holes began spurting blood, Ann screamed and pressed her hands to her ruined guts, where blood began dribbling from between her fingers. She began to fall backward. The two more bullets hit the middle of her lower abdomen, staining her tight yellow skirt with blood and mangling her delicate feminine organs before coming to rest in her pelvic bone. "Oohhh," cried Ann. Still falling backward, she landed hard on her ass and thereafter lay quite still.
Chris, who had previously discarded her flimsy sun dress and was now dressed in nothing but a pair of white cotton panties, looked frantically from side to side for any escape, her eyes wild with fear, and her small breasts rhythmically bouncing in time with her movements. It was too late. One bullet struck the center of the shapely brunette's right breast, penetrating the soft tissue directly through the red-pink nipple, damaging ribs and lung before exiting out the woman's back. Reacting to the hit, Chris began to involuntarily spin to the right. A split-second later, a second bullet struck directly through the woman's left nipple, which instantly destroyed the sensitive tissue and replaced it with a dime-sized hole which began spurting blood. Now in indescribable agony, Chris uttered some guttural noises, cupped a breast tightly with each of her hands and was thrown backward against the wall of the house. She hit the wall hard and, still tightly clutching a breast in each hand, she slid down the wall and came to rest on her bottom, her knees bent and her legs spread wide. Then her arms went limp and fell loosely to her sides, revealing her bloody, mangled tits.
"Ohhh please Nooo!!" screamed Wendy, who turned to her left and began to run. As she turned, her large bosom strained against the flimsy pink bikini top, but she abruptly stopped when a bullet struck her right upper chest, just at the point where the top of the right bikini cup and the supporting strap came together. "Uuuhhh," grunted Wendy. Now hopelessly out of balance, she began to fall on her left side. As she fell, another round struck her on the left side, penetrating the ribs below her large left breast. Wendy landed hard on her left shoulder before rolling onto her back, exposing her damaged torso. There, she lacked the strength to press her hands to her wounds, and lay on the ground, barely conscious, moaning and whimpering.
Jubilant, Sparky discarded the empty clip from the Uzi, snapped in a fresh clip and pulled back the bolt, ready to finish what he had started. He looked up to see only two uninjured women, Mari and Jane, both still standing in waste-deep water in the shallowest part of the pool.
"Oh god, please don't kill me!!!" shrieked Jane, who held her arms high over her head as if to surrender. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and her erect nipples were plainly visible beneath the wet fabric of her strapless white bikini top. At the same time, Mari was wading towards the closest edge of the pool, to Sparky's right, elbows high to clear the water, desperately muttering "Ohmygod..."
Hesitating for only an instant, because he really wanted to fuck both of these girls, Sparky took aim and squeezed off a short burst at Mari.
Budda-budda-budda-budda.
First one, then a second, and then a third bullet ripped across Mari's 36C's, the three bullets striking successively the center of her right breast cup, her sternum, just above the center bikini strap, and then the center of her left breast cup. Three little geysers of blood erupted from the wounds; the yellow cups of the string bikini quickly becoming stained with blood. Startled by the sudden impacts, Mari gasped and her head turned towards Sparky. For an instant, the two made eye contact, Mari's eyes pleading, as if to say "Why?" As Sparky watched, the life visibly ebbed from Mari's face, her eyes closed, and Mari slipped beneath the water. A few seconds later, Mari's lifeless form bobbed to the surface, floating face up, limbs spread wide, the bloody wounds to her breasts plainly visible.
Sparky pivoted to his left, back to where Jane was still standing with her arms high over her head, tears visibly welling up in her eyes and tumbling down her cheeks. She was the cheer captain after all, and he couldn't help but admire her slender feminine form; the shoulder-length wavy blonde hair, the small, firm breasts, the athletic stomach, the shapely arms, the rock-hard nipples protruding from the white strapless bikini top. Once again, Sparky allowed his mind to wander. He fantasized about grabbing her, pulling off that minimal bikini, and throwing her over one of the lounge chairs, before spreading her legs apart and fucking her, his throbbing member exploring the innermost recesses of her womanhood, while he massaged her firm young breasts with both hands.
"Please . . ." she said, meekly.
"Okay," replied Sparky. And he emptied the clip into her.
Budda-budda-budda-budda-budda-budda-budda-budda-budda-budda.
"AAAAHHhhhhhhh...." Jane screamed as her torso was suddenly peppered with hot nine-millimeter death. First, three crimson mouths opened in a line across her firm, flat abdomen, just above her naval, the bullets first destroying her intestines before emerging out her back, sending a spray of blood and intestinal material into the pool water. In reaction to the abdominal wounds, Jane's abdomen was pressed backward and her chest was thrust forward. The spewing line of death then tattooed back across Jane's small breasts, at least seven rounds perforating her chest in a ragged line from left to right, both nipples being penetrated and her heart and lungs ventilated. Among the three rounds which penetrated her heart, one well-placed shot to the center of her sternum severed the support strap of the bikini top. Devoid of further support, the strapless bikini top burst open, causing Jane's small, bullet-pocked breasts to break free, where they bounced a few times before reaching equilibrium slightly lower on her chest. With blood spurting from the ten or more bullet wounds to her feminine chest and abdomen, Jane pitched over backward into the water, the pool water rapidly turning red from the fluids which oozed from her body.
"Almost done," thought Sparky, as he again ejected the spent clip, slapped in a new one and pulled back the bolt.
It was very quiet now. All that could be heard were some moans from a couple of women in the back. Apparently some of them were only wounded. Two in particular showed signs of life. Against the back wall, Erin was tightly gripping the wound to her center torso. She was slightly propped up against the back of the house, with her eyes closed and her head turned to one side. Sparky could still see the form of the woman's breasts and nipples protruding through her flimsy white tank top.
"This is fun!" thought Sparky. He carefully aimed the Uzi at Erin's chest, and squeezed off a burst.
"Ooohhhooo," moaned Erin, as the fabric of her tank top rippled and several crimson holes appeared across her chest. With blood oozing from both of her breasts, Erin toppled over to right her side and lay still.
Sparky now aimed at Wendy, who's battered torso already sported at least two bullet wounds, to the upper right chest and lower left chest. Wendy, who lay flat on the far deck, presented a difficult target. Sparky switched the Uzi to single-shot fire, and began shooting at the prostrate student body president.
Bam. Bam. Bam. The third shot struck Wendy in the center of her pelvis, tearing through her uterus and right ovary.
"Mmmmhhh..." Wendy moaned and arched her back at the impact, which made her chest a better target for a few seconds.
Bam. Bam.
"Nnggghhhh....." The fifth shot impacted directly between Wendy's large breasts, piercing her sternum before lodging in her rapidly-beating heart. Blood began erupting from the wound, drenching the cups of her pink string bikini top. Wendy slumped to the ground, and the flow of blood from her sternum soon ceased.
Sparky now switched back to full automatic, and cut loose on any woman who might yet be alive. After a few seconds, he became less discriminate and simply fired on any woman, because he liked the way their bodies twitched and shook when the bullets impacted.
Budda-budda-budda-budda-budda-budda-budda-budda-budda-budda. As Sparky worked from left to right, Ann's white blouse rippled as two bullets tore into her dead chest. A round struck Chris in the heart. Two bullets punched into Wendy's intestines. A bullet struck Kirsten in the uterus, and another caught her in her pubic mound. Finally, Sparky emptied the clip directly to his front, and watched with amusement as the line of bullets rippled across the mostly-topless bodies floating in the pool water. Stephanie took a round between her small breasts. Lisa's nipples disappeared, replaced by dark, ugly holes. Another round hit Jane between her small, bullet-pocked breasts. Mari's deep cleavage was penetrated twice more, one of which cut her center bikini strap, causing the cups of her yellow string bikini to slip away, revealing her bleeding breasts. Finally, a series of shots ripped across Valerie's body, impacted the young blonde's vulva, lower left intestines and left arm, in turn.
Less than a minute after the shooting had begun, it was all over. Sparky was shaking, almost breathless, but ten young women lay dead. Sparky breathed deeply, trying to calm down, as he surveyed the carnage before him. Floating face up in the pool, their limbs at maximum extension, were Lisa and Stephanie, both cheerleaders, Jane, the cheerleader captain, Mari, the songleader captain, and Valerie, one of the dance captains. Kirsten, the other dance captain, lay spread eagled across the lounge chair, to the right. At the far side of the pool lay Chris (also topless) and Ann, the two college women, plus Wendy and Erin, the two student body officers. Sparky was proud of what he had done, because he knew that attractive women would respect him now. And of all the women at the party, the topless women had suffered the most of all; Sparky was glad that he had been able to shoot these young women in their naked breasts.
Not only that, but Sparky had discovered that shooting pretty girls was fun! He loved it as the bullets penetrated their supple young bodies, and began to spurt blood, causing the young women to shriek and clutch at the wounds, suffering until they died. Maybe he'd have a chance to do do this again.
Grabbing his gym bag and all his equipment, Sparky hustled back to the front of the house. Feeling not the slightest bit of remorse, Sparky hopped onto his bike, and casually rode away.