The Haunted Traveler Vol. 1 Issue 1

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“Jeez,” she said, “I’ve never had my hand inside a head before.
What should I be looking for? Oh...never mind. I found
the leak. Applying pressure.”
Grady still couldn’t feel anything, but he saw one of his
hands twitch. Heather giggled. “Look at this,” she said to
Brad. “Dot-dot-dot, dash-dash-dash, dot-dot-dot.” Grady’s
hand twitched in time to the SOS Heather tapped out on his
brain.
“Quit fooling around,” Brad said. He finished cutting away
Grady’s pajamas, and Grady looked down at his naked body.
A long, pale lump, helpless and pathetic.
Brad took a blood pressure cuff from the bag. Heather took
out a roll of gauze. She tore the paper away and stuffed the
entire roll into Grady’s head while Brad put the cuff around
his arm and began pumping.
“Interview time,” Heather sighed. “What’d you say his
name was?”
“Pfizer.”
Grady could see that the nametag on Brad’s shirt said
“Bullock.” Heather’s said “Nethers.” He could barely see the
tag above the swell of her breast. Heather Nethers. What a
nice name.
“Mr. Pfizer,” Heather said, talking to him like he was a
child. “You’re going to be all right. Can you speak, Mr. Pfizer?
How many fingers am I holding up?” She was holding
up three bloody fingers, but Grady couldn’t make his mouth
work to answer. He could barely move his tongue. Heather
pulled another roll of gauze from the bag, and as she tore away
the wrapping Grady saw her tits jiggle. She was really good
looking, maybe twenty-two or -three, with a well-rounded
hourglass shape, like Carlotta’s. But where Carlotta was
dark and Latin, Heather Nethers was blue-eyed and pink.
“Why did you shoot yourself?” Heather asked, and Grady
finally remembered. He did it because of Carlotta.
They got married six months before and sex was all Grady
could think about. Carlotta had insisted they hold off until
after marriage, and that was torture, but then on their wed-