I want to thank Carla Winters for helping me with this story. It's a sequel to my first Spells R Us story, though it doesn't involve the store at all. This story is copywritten by me, Vanessa Singer, 2001. I look forward to any comments or suggestions.

 

The Bambari Coin                   by: Vanessa Singer

 

Fifteen-year-old Ryan Miller slammed his fist into the machine, but it still wouldn’t give him back his dollar. Glancing up and down the hall, he made sure the coast was clear before giving the Pepsi machine a good hard kick. Loudly, something inside the machine broke, freeing not only a few coins but also a can of soda.

"Yes!" Ryan exclaimed as he gathered up the coins and dropped them into his pocket. Downing a gulp of his soda, he walked home with his best friend Donny Wilson after another hard day in the ninth grade. It was late April, and the school year was grinding on slower than usual. As they left the building, Ryan’s eyes were drawn to Becky Sumner, the prettiest girl in ninth grade.

"She’s looking better and better every day, isn’t she," Ryan asked Donny, who nodded in agreement. Becky was the classic high-school crush. Blonde hair, green eyes and had developed before all the other girls into a more womanly form that she carried with ease. She was standing around, giggling with some of the other cheerleaders when the pair of boys passed them. As usual, they didn’t even notice that they were there.

As the boys left the school grounds, Ryan handed three quarters to Donny.

"It’s for that coke you bought yesterday," he said. Donny stopped short and scowled at his life-long friend.

"What is this? Are you trying to screw me?" He asked accusingly, holding an odd coin up to the sun. It was darker than the others, and had some strange engravings. Ryan stepped back and looked at it too. One side had a man standing under a sun, while the other had a woman and a moon. Ryan shrugged, grabbing the coin from his friend and replacing it with a real quarter.

"Sorry. It must be one of those Canadian quarters." He said, flipping the coin high in the air and catching it. He continued to flip perfectly, even letting it land on his fingertip once in a while. Reaching their respective streets, the pair parted and Ryan walked the rest of the way home by himself, playing with his new coin.

At home, Ryan tossed his books onto the table and sat down in front of the TV, drinking the last of his Pepsi. It would be another three hours before his parents got home, and he was pretty bored. He hadn’t gotten a new PlayStation game in ages, and he had to wait until Christmas for his PS2.

Standing up, Ryan continued to flip the coin over his fingers like a pro, until the glare of the sun off the television lined up perfectly with his eyes. The sudden shocked staggered him just long enough to let the coin fall from his grasp, rolling across the floor and hop down the stairs like a slinky.

"Oh no," he said, racing down the stairs to get the coin. He stopped quickly; however, as he saw the coin lying on the dirty WELCOME mat, glowing with a brilliant white light. He started to back away, but the light grew blinding for just an instant, and then vanished altogether.

He wasn’t sure what had just happened, but suddenly, he felt very strange. Not sick, but strange. For some reason, he felt light-headed and incredibly horny. He looked down and saw his penis had rapidly risen to attention, pressing hard against his jeans. Ryan fell to his knees as his manhood erupted, spilling his seed all over the inside of his pants.

"What’s happening…to me?" He moaned as his entire body was shaken by an erotic sensation unlike any he’d experienced. As he bent over, he saw the arms sticking out of his black Limp Bizkit T-shirt were no longer his own. They were slimmer and darker than his, and growing darker by the moment.

Within his pants, the thick pole that had been his manhood was slowly dwindling into nothingness, but Ryan couldn’t see that. He was too scared of the two large mounds that were swelling beneath his shirt. He watched them grow, oblivious to the darkening and thinning of his legs and the widening of his hips. He reached up with shaking hands and cradled the new growths, feeling their feminine softness with tiny dark hands.

He squeezed them softly, ignoring the feeling of his face being contorted by the coin’s magic. With each orgasm, his features would take on a more African appearance. His skin darkened, along with his eyes, while his lips swelled and his nose broadened slightly. Thick black hair poured from his head, burying his formerly brown locks in an ebony wave. The naturally curly hair flowed softly over his shoulders and fell onto his swollen chest.

"I…I’m a girl…" Ryan whimpered as the orgasmic waves continued to pour over him. His pants were stained with his juices and sticking close to his skin, revealing the soft mound and cleft that now sat between his legs. His chest continued to swell until he held a full handful of flesh tipped by thick nipples that puffed through his T-shirt. Soon, a final orgasmic wave washed over him, subsiding and leaving the former boy dumbfounded. As he recovered his senses, he raced up the stairs, tripping over his pant legs as he ran. He had to get to his parent’s bedroom where the closest full-length mirror could be found. As he threw open the closet door, the sight almost scared him to death.

"Oh my god, I AM a girl," she said in a sweet, breathy voice. The girl in the mirror, wearing his clothes, looked nothing like Ryan Miller. She was quite attractive, he thought, and not in a girl-next-door kind of way. She was still young, maybe 16 or 17, but she’d be hot when she grew up completely. She already had a woman’s figure, but still had the innocence of youth all over her face. Her caramel-colored skin and eclectic mixture of features indicated a mixed ethnicity.

She slid her hands under her shirt and cupped her new breasts, grinning at the sensation. This was what THEY felt like. Her thick new nipples rose to attention as her thumbs brushed against them, causing her to giggle just a little. She’d always known she was horny when she was a guy, but being a girl was even more intense. How could she not feel horny with these huge mounds on her chest?

"I’ve gotta see all of this," she said, stripping out of her shirt and jeans. Pulling off her sticky underwear and socks, she tossed the whole pile on her parent’s hamper and stood before the mirror again, staring at this strange new body. She wasn’t sure why, but her new body seemed to have more muscle tone before. This one had strong legs and a great butt, she thought as she turned and admired herself.

"I’m a knockout," she whispered, striking a few model-like poses in the mirror before sitting on the bed. Her thighs were still sticky, so she decided to go into the bathroom and clean them, but then what? What do you do with a body like this? For the first time in her life, she wished she’d had a sister so she could raid her closet for something to wear.

"Mom!" She grinned as she rubbed the moist towel between her legs. There was only one woman in this house, and she had some clothes. She wasn’t exactly the same size, Ryan thought, trying to remember exactly what size her mother was. She usually didn’t have to think about her mother that way, but she was pretty sure that her new breasts were bigger than her mom’s. She started to rummage through the closet, but then had a brainstorm. Mom would notice if her real clothes were missing, but not those clothes in the garage.

Grabbing up her old clothes, Ryan hid them in her room and raced naked into the closed garage. Getting on her knees, she pulled out a large cardboard box filled with old clothes marked for Goodwill. Her parents had been planning to give this stuff away last Christmas, but just never got around to it. She was sure some of Mom’s old clothes were in there, and that something had to fit the new Ryan.

Ryan fumbled with the contents of the box for nearly twenty minutes, but her mother’s fashion sense was so poor that she couldn’t find very much at all. In the end, Ryan stood in the garage, clad in a pair of shorts she’d cut herself from some old jeans, one of her father’s old flannel shirts and one of her own white undershirts. It was not quite what she’d been hoping for, but it would have to do. Tucking the shirt into her shorts, she ran her hands under the mounds of flesh pressing from beneath her clothes. They were so firm and big, she thought, closing her eyes to savor the odd moistness between her legs. Suddenly, the doorbell rang, nearly scaring the life out of her.

 

At first, Ryan planned to just wait in the garage and hope they went away, but hearing Donny’s voice calling from the front porch destroyed any hope of that happening. Donny wouldn’t go away until Ryan opened the door. Running back into the house, she quickly opened the front door and pulled her friend inside before he had a chance to say anything.

"Who the hell are you? Where’s Ryan? What are you doing here?" Donny fired in rapid succession. Ryan put her hand over Donny’s mouth and told him to be quiet.

"It’s me. I’m Ryan."

"Yeah, whatever. Who are you? And where is he? Did…did you and him…?" Donny asked with a lecherous grin. Ryan rolled her eyes, then for a moment wished she could have had a chance with a girl like this.

"No, seriously. It’s me," Ryan said, reaching down and grabbing the coin from the welcome mat. Donny watched Ryan carefully as she knelt down, particularly focusing on her fine rear. "This thing did this to me. This coin."

"If you’re Ryan, then who was the first girl you had sex with?"

"I’m a virgin, and so are you! I never did believe that crap about you and Peggy Riley at camp." Donny took a step back, almost knocking over a small table. Everything was true, and he’d only told Ryan that story about Peggy Riley. She was the daughter of a local cop, and the closest he’d actually gotten to her was life-saving lessons at the camp lake.

"You mean it’s really you in there?"

"Yeah! And it feels really good," Ryan cooed.

"Man, I think you’re enjoying this too much," Donny said, looking at the supple curves of Ryan’s new body. Particularly the two large curves under her shirt. Ryan saw Donny’s stare and smiled.

"Want to see them?" She asked, starting to unbutton the flannel shirt. Donny nodded, then watched as Ryan raced up the stairs.

"I’ve got a better idea. Follow me."

The pair ran up the stairs, through the family room and down the hall to Ryan’s room. Inside, Ryan shut and locked the door and closed the drapes, leaving them lit by just a large overhead lamp.

"I’ll show you the whole package, but I don’t want us to be disturbed. Who knows if Mom and Dad might show up early, you know?"

Donny just sat on the bed, nodding. Ryan grinned and stepped into the closet, shutting the door. A moment later, she stepped out without a stitch of clothing. One arm was strategically placed over her breasts, while the other covered her genitals. A mat of curly black hair poked enticingly from between her long, slender fingers.

"What do you think? Am I hot or what?"

Donny just sat there, visibly aroused beneath his pants. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from his best friend who was now prancing around shamelessly in front of him in nothing but a teenage girl’s skin.

"God, are those things real?" He managed to mutter as he crossed his legs and pointed toward Ryan’s breasts.

"Yeah! I don’t know how big they are, but they’re just so…so big!"

"I think you’re about a 34C," Donny said. He’d spent enough time with the Victoria’s Secret catalog to make him a breast aficionado. He stared at the breasts, trying to rationalize it as he felt his stirrings continue to rise. "You might be a small D, but I doubt it. Goddamn, you look good!"

"I know," Ryan said with a smile, "but now the question is, what do I do with this? I can’t stay like this forever, but it’s a pretty cool place to visit. What should I do while I’m here." Donny cleared his throat and raised his hand.

"I know something…"

"What?"

"I’d love to…er, you know," he said, smiling and making a hand-gesture with which Ryan was quite familiar. Ryan looked at her friend oddly for a moment, cocking her head like a dog.

"You want to have sex with me?"

"Well, yeah! Look at you. You’re hot, you’re naked, and you SHOULD know what that does to a guy. Or have you forgotten already?" Donny said, pointing down at his rock-hard crotch. Ryan looked down at herself, then back at her friend. She walked over slowly and sat down on the bed next to him.

"I guess there’s nothing really…gay about it. You’re a guy and I’m a girl, so it’s pretty normal, huh?" Ryan said as Donny raised a hand slowly to touch the soft dark flesh of his breast. Donny nodded, willing to agree to anything in order to get into his old friend’s pants. He’d been hoping and praying for a moment like this to come one day, and while he’d never expected it to come in the shape of his best friend, he wasn’t going to complain.

"Exactly," Donny said, standing up and stripping down to his boxers. Watching Donny strip was not something that Ryan had ever considered sexual before, but through these eyes, she found herself becoming quite aroused. His body wasn’t too bad for someone who never played sports, and he had particularly great legs. Ryan smiled as her nipples grew erect and that now-familiar moist feeling returned between her legs. Donny smiled down at the girl on the bed, asking what he should call her.

"What do you mean?"

"I can’t call you Ryan while we’re doing this. That’s just too weird. Think of something else. A more girly name or something," Donny said, pulling the boxers down over his ankles. Ryan stood up and smiled at her friend.

"How about Riana?" Donny nodded, liking the sound of the name as he took Ryan in his arms and clumsily ground his groin against hers. It only took a moment for the pieces to line up properly and they were more intimate than they’d ever been before. Falling back onto the bed, Riana moaned loudly as Donny pumped quickly in and out of her, his hands exploring her large breasts and those big, firm nipples that poked up at him.

"Oh…oh yeah," Riana whined, wrapping her long legs around her best friend’s ass. Donny leaned in, pressing Riana’s breasts together while awkwardly kissed her face. The encounter only lasted a couple of minutes, but the impact was more than either one could have imagined. Both had just lost their virginity, and both were unrepentant for it.

"Oh god, that was unbelievable," Donny said, rolling off Riana and exhaling deeply. "I still don’t know why everybody wants a cigarette afterward though." Riana smiled, reaching down to finger the wet, sticky slit when her friend’s cock had just been.

"I don’t know, but you’re right, it’s unbelievable," she said, sitting up and cradling her breasts in her arms. "You know, man, I think I could grow to like this."

Donny sat up and stared blankly at the girl who had just given her virginity to him. She stood up, crossing her arms over her breasts and staring at herself in the mirror on the closet door. Her deep brown eyes studied the body she now wore, admiring how soft and pretty it truly was. Donny walked up behind her, nervously covering his groin with his hands. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He’d assumed this was just some sort of lark. Some kind of magical mischief that would undo itself and everything would be back to normal. They’d laugh about it later, and probably doubt its reality as they grew older.

"Man, you can’t be serious. You want to STAY like this?"

"Why not? Don’t you think I’d make a better Riana than Ryan." Donny shook his head, and turned the doe-eyed girl toward him.

"Man, think about this. You’re not Riana. You’re Ryan Miller. You’re a white boy who goes to high school and struggles with pre-calculus, not this! What are you going to tell your parents and teachers and stuff?"

Riana turned back to the mirror, stroking her smooth arms and smiling.

"What if I’m not Ryan Miller anymore? What if this is who I’m supposed to be? Maybe I’m supposed to be Riana? I’m Riana Miller."

Donny threw open the closet and tore into the pile of clothes on the floor. Finding Riana’s discarded shorts, he pulled the little black coin out of the pocket and held it up to her.

"Use this thing again, before it’s too late. I’m sorry I ever came over here, Ryan. I fed whatever this thing did to you. It’s fucking with your head, dude!" Riana held the coin between her fingers, watching the cold metal shimmer in the light. Donny stared at her.

"Go on. Do it. Look at the sides. You probably let it fall on the girl side, and that’s why you became a girl. Flip it so it lands on the guy side, and you’ll be Ryan again. Come on, man. Your parents could be home anytime now," Donny said, pointing to the digital clock next to the bed. He was right. At most, they had twenty minutes before somebody would walk through the front door. Riana told him to stand back in the hall and, sighing, tossed the coin into the air. It twisted out of control, finally falling male-side up.

Instead of the light that had nearly blinded Ryan earlier that afternoon, the coin seemed to suck in the light in the room. Everything got darker for just a second, and Donny watched as Riana’s nipples grew rock-hard and her pussy began dripping with excitement.

"It’s happening," she moaned, falling to her knees. Donny watched in horror as the color drained from her skin, returning to the pale Caucasian hue that Ryan had been born with. Her ample bosom vanished and her pretty face grew increasingly masculine with each second. Riana howled in ecstasy as the coin stripped her femininity away; allowing her penis to emerge from the vagina it had given her. Ryan’s balls slid out as all his body hair returned and Ryan’s short brown locks replaced Riana’s lush curls. The transformation lasted only thirty seconds, but when it was all over, the coin lay in front of a very tired, very sweaty Ryan Miller.

"Dude, that was the grossest thing I’ve ever seen," Donny said, helping his friend to his feet. A quick inspection showed that Ryan was restored in every detail. All the flaws and scars of fifteen years had been returned. The perfection of Riana was gone, and both felt more than a bit of regret about that.

"What do we do now," Ryan asked, wiping his brow. Donny got some clothes from the closet for him and pocketed the coin. He knew he couldn’t leave it with Ryan, or someday, he’d do this again and Donny would lose his friend forever. As much as he would like to have Riana as his friend, and possibly his lover, it just wasn’t possible. At least, not now.

Donny and Ryan decided not to talk about Riana again, and that Donny would get rid of the coin someplace where it couldn’t hurt anyone.

"My dad’s working on this new office building out in Wildstock," Donny said. "They’re pouring the foundation soon, and that would be an excellent place for this thing to stay." Ryan agreed that sealing it away was probably for the best, and thanked Donny for helping him see things as they really are. Donny smiled and took the coin home, placing it in his parent’s change jar until he could get out to the construction site. It seemed like a good plan, until four days later when Donny’s mother Julie decided to help her son out by taking the glass barrel full of coins to the bank for counting, and give him the profits. Nobody used all that change, she thought, and it was just collecting dust.

"He’ll thank me for this," she said as she drove away from the First National Bank with over three hundred dollars for her boy, who was always complaining that he was strapped for cash. Donny was shocked and dismayed at first, but suddenly having three hundred dollars quickly lifted his spirits. He lied, telling Ryan that he’d sealed the coin in concrete and the pair never spoke of the strange black coin again.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Kelly Hayes, a teller at the First National Bank, now had a problem though. Something was jamming her coin counter, and after two hours of fiddling with it, she’d discovered a strange black coin jammed between two drive wheels. She’d just removed the coin from the machine when Freddy Brooks came walking into the branch bank. He waited in line behind a pair of old ladies before fate decided that Kelly Hayes would call Freddy.

"Good afternoon, sir. How may I help you today?"

Freddy looked around and slowly pulled a gun from his pocket.

"Miss, just do what I say and you won’t get hurt. Just clean out your drawer and give me the cash. And don’t hit the alarm or nothin’."

Kelly had learned when she’d been hired by the First National Bank to do as a criminal asks since the money is insured. She unloaded the contents of her drawer, including the coin, and handed it in a thick plastic bag to Freddy. His hand shaking uncontrollably, he tossed the weapon to the floor and made a beeline for the exit as Kelly pressed on the silent alarm.

Freddy climbed into his car and raced from the scene, driving like a madman to avoid the police, who he knew were on their way. Taking one turn just a bit too sharp, the unlucky thief skidded into a fire hydrant and something under the car snapped. Freddy knew it wasn’t going to be moving again, so he grabbed his loot and scrambled on foot. He tripped over his own feet a few times, but managed to stay moving, hearing the sirens closing in on his car.

"Goddammit!" He cried as he ducked into an alley and hid behind a dumpster. It wasn’t the best cover, but it would have to work for the moment. He knew he should never have tried anything like this. It was too dangerous. He was a pickpocket, but the lure of all that money in the bank had been too great. He figured, why not? He knew that bank was small, with lousy security and an old guard. Even he could knock it over, right? As he sat covered in sweat, waiting to be caught, Freddy realized that he was wrong.

"Get out of my home!!! Out!!! OUT!!!"

Freddy almost jumped out of his skin as a crazy old man wrapped in rags started swearing and waving his hands at him. The old man’s face was dark and withered and his wild eyes were half-obscured by gray hair. Freddy tried to get up out of the man’s "home," but he didn’t move fast enough. The old man lashed out violently, smacking Freddy’s hands and causing the bag of money to fly into the wall.

The old plastic bag split, letting some of the bills fall to the ground along with a small black coin. The coin spun on its side for a moment then landed on the concrete. The old man, seeing the cash falling to the ground, jumped on it, as did Freddy. The bright flash from beneath the money almost went unnoticed by the pair, but the effects of it did not.

The old man, being closest to the source of this strange and ancient magic, was the first to feel its effects. To combat the incredible arousal that preceded the transformation, the old guy simply dropped his pants and began masturbating furiously, unaware that his skin was slowly softening and taking on a more pinkish hue. Freddy, on the other hand, held his crotch and moaned as he orgasmed over and over inside his pants. He screamed, seeing his hands growing darker and thinner as each orgasm grew in intensity.

Freddy tried to get away from the old man, whose rags were hanging off his rapidly shrinking form. The strands of curly white hair had become more blonde and seemed much straighter than before. The old guy looked a lot less old and less like a guy, Freddy thought, as the transformation wracked his own body. He could feel his hips spreading within his pants, his ass widening, as something pressed against the front of his hooded sweatshirt. Thick black curls poured from his head, straightening as they fell across his horrified face.

"What’s happening to me?" Freddy screamed as the old man wailed about someone stealing his cock. He stood up and pulling his pants down, revealing soft pink flesh and a thick mound of yellow hair. Somehow, where an old man had been, now stood a teenage girl with long blonde hair and wild blue eyes. She pulled her old jacket and shirt off, revealing a lean and slender body with pert breasts. She clawed at her chest as she ran out of the alley, screaming obscenities at anyone who saw her.

Freddy watched dumbfounded as the old black man, now young white girl, ran down the alley. She was so enthralled that she neglected to notice the two uniformed policemen standing over her. One of them bent down and extended his hand.

"Miss, are you ok?"

Freddy didn’t know whom she was talking to at first, but suddenly, the reality of the situation set in. They saw him as a woman, he knew, and not as the robber of the First National Bank.

"Thank you. I’m ok," she said, getting to her feet. She was much shorter now, and beneath the sweatshirt sleeves, she could see a pair of deeply tanned hands. They were small as well, with long nails and hairless wrists.

"Did you see a man run through here carrying…" one of the officers started before spotting the money lying on the ground. Freddy saw it too and immediately pointed down the alley.

"Yes, officer. There was this man with short black hair and a big nose carrying this bag of money. He ran into some old homeless guy and nearly killed him. He dropped the money and ran down there. He nearly ran me down too."

The first officer went over and collected the money, placing it back into its sack, while the second complimented Freddy on a being a fine member of the community. He made sure there was nothing else that she needed before the pair took the bag back to their squad car and continued the pursuit of a man they’d never find.

"Suckers..." Freddy grinned as she searched the alley for the black coin. It had fallen somewhere over here, and the cops had probably missed it. Hadn’t they? Freddy searched the dank, urine-soaked alley for nearly an hour before giving up. It was gone, along with his money and his manhood.

Dejected, Freddy walked out of the alley and checked her wallet. It was filled with the ID of a life gone by and thirteen dollars. What could she do with thirteen dollars? Tossing the wallet into the trash, Freddy caught a glimpse of herself in a nearby store window. She was much shorter than before, but made for a attractive young package.

Her hair was long and dark, but naturally straight. She peered from an attractive face through eyes that were greenish-brown. Freddy’s face was cute, but not really gorgeous. He guessed he was now about 18 years old, but it was hard to tell. It was also hard to make out what sort of body she now had, but it was definitely not rail-thin like the old man’s. She wasn’t fat, but she had a very plump backside, shapely legs and a very well endowed chest. Her nipples were quite prominent, even through the dark material of her sweatshirt. Freddy had known quite a few girls who looked like this, and dated quite a few of them. He’d just never expected to become one.

"What do I do now?" Freddy thought as she sat down on one of the benches next to the bus stop. Across the street, cops who vainly tried to piece together clues to its owner’s location surrounded her old car. She didn’t care about that anymore, though. She had all new problems, like how to live and eat.

Freddy sat on that bench for two hours, crying some and thinking some. For the first time in her life, she had a honest-to-goodness clean slate. She wouldn’t have the specter of her criminal past hanging over her head. She had gained back some years and a new life, and that was something that shouldn’t be squandered. Standing up, Freddy began to walk the streets idly until her belly erupted with noise. All that thinking was very hungry work, she thought. Looking up, she saw herself in front of the 18^th Street Deli.

"I used to eat here when I was a kid," she thought, going inside. The double-decker BLT cost her a lot, but it tasted so good that it was worth losing half her money. As she sat there, the waitress saw her counting out her cash very carefully and asked her if she was looking for work. Freddy nodded, claiming that she’d just gotten into town and was robbed a few blocks from the bus station. The waitress, having heard similar stories before, nodded and offered the dejected young woman a position at the deli.

"It’s not high-paying, but it’s good honest work that’ll help you get back on your feet."

Freddy agreed and started work immediately. Sure, she used to laugh at the suckers who worked for a living, but after trying a life of crime and being given a second chance, the honest life didn’t look that bad at all. In fact, Freddy thought, she might enjoy the second time around even more than the first.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Officers Ron Davidson and Carl Paulson climbed into their cruiser as they left the First National Bank. They’d returned with the money, which had all been accounted for, and were now taking it downtown as evidence.

"Did you notice something about that girl in the alley, Ron," Paulson, a blond-haired man in his late twenties, asked.

Ron Davidson shook his head as he drove. Paulson had talked to the girl while Ron had collected the loose cash.

"She was wearing the same kind of hooded sweatshirt as our perp. And it’s not like that’s a popular style these days."

Davidson nodded, but couldn’t imagine what connection the two would have. It was probably one of those funny coincidences that happen in life, and nothing more. Paulson wasn’t sure and, unwilling to dismiss that fact completely, decided to look into it later. They still hadn’t found the bank robber, who had been identified as Freddy Hendrix. The pursuit of Hendrix had only netted a strange young girl running around topless and screaming about someone "stealing her cock."

"Damn shame about that poor little girl," Davidson commented. Paulson agreed.

"Yeah, that’s what those new drugs will do to you. Make you nuts. I knew this one kid who tried cooking up his own heroin one time…"

Paulson’s story was cut short by the odd clinking sound coming from between the seats. He’d heard it earlier, but hadn’t paid it any attention. Now, it seemed to be louder. Slipping his hand between the seats, he found a small circle of metal pinched between two metal tubes, vibrating rapidly. Pulling it loose, the noise stopped.

"What’s this," he asked, looking at the odd black coin that had slipped unseen from the moneybag. Davidson shrugged, having never seen anything like it before and wondered aloud where Paulson wanted to eat. The other officer shook his head, torn between that new Chinese place on 8^th street or the old Italian restaurant downtown.

"I know," Paulson said, resting the coin on his thumb, "we’ll flip for it."

 

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