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Subject: {ASSM} Hard Promise (8/13 plus P.S.) by Reverend Cotton Mather (mf, rom)
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HARD PROMISE
by Reverend Cotton Mather



- 8 -




So, from that evening on, none of our friends could mention one of our
names without saying the other.  It was always "Ray-and-Melissa", as 
if we were one person instead of two.

And perhaps we were.  The "I" had almost automatically become the "We",
with no regrets on Missy's part or on mine.  We were in love, and it 
seemed like the entire school knew about it almost as soon as we did.
Her parents had accepted the fact that I was important to Missy, and 
treated me with cautious respect.  I, in turn, grew to really like 
both her mother and her father, and even Megan lost interest in being
adversarial after awhile.

We went to a New Year's Eve party at Brad's house a few weeks after the
Snowflake Dance, and we sneaked up into Brad's room and were making 
love at the stroke of midnight, for only the second time in our lives.
By then I had bought some condoms (that first time at the drug store 
is always a nerve-wracking adventure for a teenager), and we were 
looking forward to using them all up.  Missy discovered a taste for 
sex, and her limber body served us both very well over the rest of the
school year. 

For her birthday in May, her parents invited me to the family party.
There were about 20 people there, all members of her extended family.
I lost track of all the names, having only eyes for Missy.  I got her
a little gold locket on a golden chain, and gave her my class ring to 
wear on the chain.  Then I brought out a boombox and slipped in a 
karaoke tape of Chuck Berry's "Sweet Little Sixteen" and sang loudly
and badly to her, in front of her family and God and everybody.  She
claimed she was mortified, but she still couldn't hide the absolutely
delighted smile on her face as I made a fool of myself for her.

All that summer, we were hanging out together.  We would go to the 
beach with Brad and Lindsey, or head down to Fabrice's in the evening
to meet up with a bunch of friends.  She ate dinner at my house nearly
as often as I ate over at hers, and we spent hours on the telephone 
when we weren't together, talking about whatever came into our heads.

Football practice and cheer practice started about the same time later
in the summer, and by then I had bought my own beater to drive around,
so I picked Missy up every day and drove her to the high school for our
practices, then drove her home, usually via the Dairy Queen or 
McDonald's, afterward.  We inaugurated the back seat of my car on the
first weekend I owned it, crawling into the back with a blanket and a
box of rubbers at the start of the triple-feature, and crawling back 
to the front, tired and sated, by the middle of the third movie.  By 
the end of summer, for my birthday, she got me a couple of CD's and 
wrote a note on a small slip of paper and put it inside the card she
had gotten me.  The note said that she had visited her doctor, and 
had convinced her to write a prescription for birth-control pills, 
which she had been taking for a month.  That night we experienced, 
for the first time since THE first time, the closeness of intimacy 
without latex intervening.  It was the best birthday present I have ever
gotten.

But then the hard truth of the old expression "No Good Deed Ever Goes 
Unpunished" revealed itself.  It was Labor Day weekend, and Missy's 
family was taking advantage of the long weekend to visit relatives out
of town.  A big group of us new seniors, mostly guys on the football 
team with their girlfriends and a few other friends, headed down to 
the beach at one of the lakes nearby to picnic and take advantage of 
the hot weather before school really kicked in for the year.  There were
maybe thirty of us scattered along the large beach and camping area.  
Kids started arriving by midmorning on Saturday, and a lot of us were 
planning on staying at least until Sunday evening, as long as the 
weather held.  Marcus Delaney's older brothers, both in college, 
joined us with a bunch of their friends, and they picked up a couple 
of half-barrels of beer for everyone to enjoy.

Brad, Jared, Marcus and I all pitched our tents around a fire pit near
the edge of the park.  Lindsey was coming up Saturday afternoon with 
Mattie to spend the night.  Marcus and I were bachelors for the 
weekend, so we made sure our tents were a little separated from Jared's
and Brad's, so they would have a little more privacy.  After setting up
our campsite, the four of us ran down to the beach and into the water,
tossing a football back and forth.  Pretty soon we had enough boys and
girls to organize a touch football game, so we moved up to a grassy 
field and played until we were all exhausted, hot and thirsty.  On our
way past our campsite, I stopped and picked up some Gatorade for the 
four of us to chug down before we started in on the beer.

We ran down to the beach and jumped in the water to cool off.  Most of
the guys were wearing either swimming trunks or cutoffs, and we had 
shed our shirts during the game.  The girls usually had on a tank top
and shorts or a bikini, and they didn't hesitate before hitting the 
water either.  There was an extravagant amount of tempting female 
flesh exposed, and most of the unattached guys were hovering around 
the girls with their tongues hanging out, like hound dogs in heat.
Even some of the attached guys couldn't help looking, me included.
Most of the girls were there with a guy or with a group, but that 
didn't stop the guys from acting like they had never seen a female 
before.  It was kind of funny to watch.

There was a fire going and hot dogs on the grill, so we all loaded up
on hot dogs, chips, cookies and beer after cooling off in the lake.
Some of the kids were starting to get a little sloshed, not being used
to drinking beer in quantity, or the heat and the sun, or not eating 
enough.  I saw a couple of girls flirting pretty heavily with some of
the college guys, but didn't think much of it at the time.  One of the
girls was Micki, a tiny sophomore who made the varsity cheerleading 
team, a very cute little thing with big, pouty lips that almost seemed
to beg for a cock to suck.  I personally knew of about 10 guys who had,
indeed, had those lips wrapped around their dicks, as she tried to fuck
her way onto the cheerleading squad as a freshman.  She was hanging 
onto the arm of one of the older guys, looking like she was never going
to let go.  He sat there by the fire next to her, feeding her sips of 
beer from his cup and letting her demonstrate her talents by holding a
hot dog up to her mouth for her to eat, with a shit-eating grin on his
face.  For some reason, it bothered me.  I wasn't too concerned about 
Micki.  She was experienced enough, I reasoned, to take care of herself
under most circumstances.  But these college guys that came with Jerry
and Ev, Marcus's brothers, were unknown to us.  Just because they 
brought the beer did not make them part of our circle of friends, after
all.

Just at that moment, Lindsey and Mattie showed up.  They had also 
brought three other girls from school, Bridget, Natalie, and Allie.
They gathered up Brad, Jared, Marcus, me, and Antonio to help them set
up their gear, so I forgot about Micki and the college kids and walked
back to the parking area with the rest of the group.

By the time we got done rearranging our campsite to accommodate three
more tents, the sun was on its way down toward the horizon, and it was
starting to cool off.  We each paired up with one of the girls and 
walked through the woods, gathering sticks and small logs for our own
campfire later that evening.  Allie and I took the area by the parking
lot, and we chatted and laughed as we gathered wood.  Allie was one of
the starters on our girl's basketball team, a senior, and had always 
been a jock.  She had never ever shown any interest in dating, and in
fact had turned down every invitation she had gotten, but she was an 
open and friendly kid, tall and attractive with long dark, almost black
hair.  I'd known her since about the third grade, and we were pals 
through and through.  She knew Missy well, and she had told me early 
on in our relationship that she thought we made the perfect couple.  
Allie and I could sit next to one another, hold hands, and talk of 
the deepest personal things, and there would still be absolutely no 
hint of any sexual attraction between us.  It was very weird, believe 
me, having a girl friend who wasn't a girlfriend, if you know what I 
mean.

Around sundown, Jared and Mattie hopped in Jared's car and trekked back
into town to pick up some pizzas for our dinner.  When they returned, 
they jumped out of the car, triumphantly holding up their prizes: they
had brought back with them marshmallows, graham crackers, and chocolate
bars for making S'mores, along with more chips and popcorn and sodas 
and beer.  We all gathered around and feasted in a junk-food frenzy 
until we were too full to move.  Of course, with the beer, this brought
on a burping contest among us guys, to the disgust and giggles of the
girls.  Allie outdid us all, however, with a monumental burst that must
have started in her legs, coming out deep and sonorous and resonating
throughout our campsite.  Marcus suggested a farting contest, but we 
all declined.  We weren't THAT drunk.

We could see that a lot of the other campsites were starting to quiet 
down also, though there was still a big, raucous crowd around the 
college campsite.  One half-barrel was empty and lying on its side 
like a giant's discarded beer can, and the second one had been tapped.
Brad and Lindsey said their good-nights and headed for their tent, and
Jared and Mattie followed shortly after.  Marcus, Allie, Bridget, 
Natalie and I sat around our campfire, adding wood occasionally, and 
swapped scary stories and urban legends.  Finally, the activity 
combined with the sun and the beer caught up with all of us, and we 
said good night to each other and headed for our respective tents.

Sometime later, I'm guessing about 2 hours after I had fallen asleep, I
woke up desperate to take a piss.  I crawled out of my sleeping bag and
unzipped the tent, slipped into my tennis shoes, and padded softly 
through our silent campsite toward the woods.  I entered into the trees
and started to relieve myself, when I heard some voices in a nearby 
clearing.  As I was finishing, I suddenly heard a female voice cry out
in fear or pain, followed immediately by a sharp male voice.  I headed
toward the sound of the voices, crouching down and 
moving as quietly through the pine needles and deadfall as I could, 
until I got to the edge of the clearing.  There was about a   moon out,
and it was a clear night, so I could see my surroundings very well.

In the clearing were three of the college guys, standing around a 
moaning, limp form on the ground.  One of the guys knelt down and 
slapped the body on the ground, and growled, "Keep your mouth shut, 
bitch, until we tell you to open it."

The body on the ground rolled over into a fetal position, covering her
head with her hands to try to ward off any more slaps, but she was in
no shape to be effective in her defense.  Her elbow moved out of the 
way for a moment, and I could see it was Micki on the ground.  She 
sounded hurt, and her movements looked like she was either passing-out
drunk, or she was injured.  Her tank top was torn, and her bra gleamed
whitely through the torn fabric.  The kneeling kid reached for her 
shoulders and pulled her roughly around and onto her back, and then 
rudely shoved his hand down her pants.

"I'll get her lubed up for us," he said with a smile as he looked up 
at his friends.  "Man, she's been asking for it all night long.  It's 
time she got what she deserves.  She'll be walking sore tomorrow, 
right, guys?" he said with a laugh.

"Oh, yeah, I can't wait to get into that tight little ass," said one
of his friends.  "And those lips!  I'll bet she can suck the chrome
off a tailpipe!"

The third guy looked hesitant.  "Uh, guys, this isn't right.  Jimbo,
let her go.  She's practically passed out.  Just let it alone."

Jimbo looked up at him, his hand still buried in her pants.  "Hey, 
Carl, if you don't want any of this, just walk away.  Nobody's stopping
you.  But I'm going to enjoy myself here.  This bitch has been hanging
all over me all night, getting me all worked up, and I'm going to give
her what she's been asking for.  If you want to pass on it, that's up
to you."

"It isn't right, Jimbo, and you know it.  Steve, what about you?  Do 
you think this is right?  It's rape, man.  Look at her, she doesn't 
know what she's doing," pleaded Carl.

Steve just looked at him, cigarette dangling from the corner of his 
mouth, without saying anything.

"Okay, man, if that's how it's going to be played, count me out."  Carl
turned and walked out.

"Aw, fuck him," said Jimbo.  "Come on, Steve, give me a hand here.
She's squirming around too much to get these clothes off her by myself."

Steve crushed out his cigarette and bent down to help his friend.  I 
stepped into the clearing, about 10 feet away from them, but they were 
too engrossed in their task to notice me.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I said quietly.  My blood 
was raging, and the adrenaline was pumping into me until I thought I
would explode.

Jimbo looked up, surprised.  'Who the fuck are you?" he asked.  "Either
turn around and walk away, or else give us a hand here with this bitch."

Steve looked at me fearfully as he knelt there.  He was closest to me,
and his hands were still on Micki's shorts, trying to unbutton them.
He was small and skinny with bad skin, and I could see the sudden panic
in his eyes.

I lashed out and kicked him in the face.  His mouth snapped shut with 
the contact, and blood spurted from his mouth and nose.  He went down 
hard and didn't move.  I jumped over Micki as Jimbo started standing 
up.  He was shorter than me by about 4 inches, and I outweighed him by
at least 30 pounds.  He had medium-long dirty hair, and he had three 
small gold hoops in each ear.  He had been drinking heavily, which 
seemed to give him an inclination to fight, but he was outmatched.
I was bigger than him, plus I had been working out for football.  He 
was still rising when I backhanded him across his cheek.  He staggered,
but did not go down.  He stood, bellowed, and charged me.  His head was
down, so he couldn't see me very well, and I sidestepped him and gave 
him a shove to help him on his way.  He fell in a heap, and I jumped 
onto him and snapped his head back with a fist to his nose.  I felt the
cartilage of his nose crunch on impact, and his head hit the ground 
hard.  I grabbed him by the hair to hold him, and then slipped my index
finger through each of his earrings, one at a time, and yanked them out.
As each earring tore through the flesh of his ear, he gave out a scream
of pain and tried to buck me off.  By the time I was finished with him,
blood was streaming down both sides of his neck, and the fight had gone
out of him.

His screams drew attention, though.  Marcus's brothers, Jerry and Ev,
came running up, with Carl on their heels, and stopped short just as I
was climbing off Jimbo.

"What the hell happened here?" demanded Jerry.

"Your buddies were only trying to rape Micki," I said heatedly.  "I got
here just as they were getting warmed up."

"He's right, Jerry," said Carl.  "I was coming back to get you guys to
try to talk some sense into Jimbo before he made a big mistake.  This 
kid must have gotten here right after I left."

"I saw you leave.  I thought you were just going to let it happen,"
I said to Carl.  "I wasn't going to just stand by and watch."

Jimbo was sitting on the ground, moaning and pressing his hands to his
damaged ears.  Ev walked over to Steve, who was just beginning to groan
in pain and roll around.  Micki, meanwhile, had managed to sit up and 
lean against a log, looking wide-eyed at the scene around her.

Jerry looked at me, and then extended his hand.  "Thanks, man, for 
intervening.  These guys were friends of friends.  I really didn't 
know them.  I apologize for this.  Don't worry, Ev and Carl and I will
take care of these pieces of shit now.  Ev?  Grab that sorry 
motherfucker and haul him back to the campsite.  Carl, give Jimbo a 
hand.  Hey, Jimbo, it looks like your nose is broken.  Does it 
hurt, man?"

Jimbo just nodded his head.

"Good," said Jerry disgustedly.  "You will need a reminder of just how
fucking stupid you are."

Jimbo hung his head as Carl reached out to help him stand.  Steve was
on his feet by now, but he was still pretty unsteady, and Ev was 
hanging on to him.  They all walked slowly back to their campsite.

Jerry stopped and turned back around.  'I owe you, Ray.  You did great.
Do you need a hand with her?"  He nodded in Micki's direction.

"No, thanks, I'll take care of her," I said.  I walked over to her and
put my hand out for her to grab, then pulled her up.  She stood and 
moved in to give me a tight hug, wrapping her arms around my waist.
She was shaking and starting to cry, a delayed reaction brought on, no
doubt, by the alcohol in her system and the shock.  I put my arm 
around her shoulder and guided her back toward my own campsite.

She didn't say a word as we walked slowly over to my tent, holding on
all the way.  Her head was down, resting against my chest as I helped
her along.

"Where's your tent, Micki?" I asked.

She just shook her head.  I reached down and lifted up her chin to look
at her, and saw her tears tracking down her dirty cheeks.

"Where's your tent?" I asked again.

'I don't have one," she said.  "I wasn't going to stay, but then the 
girls I came up here with wanted to leave, and I didn't, so they left
and I stayed."

A dilemma.  But, once you begin an action as a Good Samaritan, you 
can't quit halfway through, so I mentally sighed and resigned myself
to finishing this.

"Okay," I said.  You'll stay here.  Here's a towel and some water.
Why don't you clean yourself up a little, then crawl into my sleeping
bag.  I'll wait out here until you're comfortable."  I gently guided 
her toward the flap of my tent, then let her stoop down and go in by
herself.

As soon as the flap closed, I heard her call out.  'Ray?  Are you still
there?"

"I'm here, Micki.  I'm not going anywhere.  Just let me know when you're
ready, and I'll come in."

I heard her rustling around for a few minutes, until she finally called
out softly, "Okay, Ray.  I'm ready."

She was bundled up in my sleeping bag as if she were intensely cold, 
with only her head showing.  Her eyes were wide and she still had a 
frightened look in them as she watched me crawl in.  I lay down on top
of the ground sheet next to her.

"I don't know how to thank you, Ray," she said quietly.  Tears started
leaking from her eyes again, though she wasn't sobbing.

"Hey," I said.  "You just got caught up in a situation.  I'm just glad 
I came along when I did."

"Me, too," she said.  "God, how could I be so stupid?" she suddenly 
wailed, turning away from me.

"Micki, don't beat yourself up over this," I said, putting my hand on 
her shoulder.  "Those guys should have known better than to try to 
take advantage of you.  You may have been careless, but they were the
ones creating the problem."

She turned back around and wiped her eyes with the palms of her hands.
"Thanks," she said.  "But you really laid into them, didn't you?"

It was my turn to feel embarrassed.  "Yeah, I did, I guess," I said.
"Go to sleep, Micki, and we'll talk about it in the morning, okay?"

I could see her eyes were drooping even as I said it.  She nodded, then
sat up quickly, still clutching the sleeping back tightly to her, and 
gave me a kiss on my cheek.  She lay back down and was asleep in
minutes.

I was cold, and the aftermath of the fight contributed to my shivers.
I got out a sweatshirt and put it on, then lay down again and huddled
against the side of the tent and tried to sleep.





When I woke up in the morning, I was cold and stiff.  I rolled over and
looked over at Micki.  She was looking back at me, watching me quietly.

"Good morning," I said.  "How do you feel?"

"Like shit," she said.  'I've got a headache, and I'm sore all over."

"I'm not surprised," I said.  "You were not in good shape last night.
Let's see if we can get you something to eat.  It'll make you feel 
much better."

"Um….I don't have a top to wear.  Mine got all torn up.  I'm not wearing
anything right now," she said.

"Oh," I said.  I had forgotten about her ripped tank top.  "Well, you 
can wear one of my t-shirts.  Here," I said as I rummaged around 
looking for a shirt for her, "try this one on."

She took it and disappeared into the sleeping bag.  There were 
mysterious movements and bulges, then her arms appeared, and she 
pushed the sleeping bag down as she wriggled out.

"Thanks, Ray," she said, eyes downcast.  The t-shirt was huge on her.

'Come on, let's find some food," I said, grabbing her hand.

She pulled me back before I could move and looked pleadingly at me.

"Please don't say anything to anybody about what happened last night,"
she implored.  "I don't want anybody to know about this.  Please?"

"Okay, Micki," I said.  "Anything you say."

"Do you promise?  I mean it, Ray, no one.  I feel stupid enough without
everyone pointing and snickering at me for the rest of my life."

"Micki, I don't think it will be as bad as that, but if you insist, 
okay.  I promise."  I had no clue at the time just what keeping that
promise would cost me shortly.

I opened the flap of the tent, still holding her hand, and we stepped
out into the sunshine.

Everybody else was already up and around the campsite, tending the 
fire or getting ready to cook breakfast.  It was like somebody yelled
"Freeze!"  All seven of them stopped what they were doing and stared 
at Micki and me.

I heard Brad say, "Oh, shit," almost at the same time as Allie 
whispered to herself, "What is she doing here?"  I mentally kicked 
myself.  Fuck me with a baseball bat, I thought, how is this going to
go?

Micki stopped short, still holding on to me, and looked around 
nervously.

"Uh," I stammered, "this isn't what it looks like…"

"No?" said Lindsey coldly.  "And just what is it, if it isn't what it
looks like?"

"Ray?" Micki said quietly behind me.  "Maybe I should just go."

"Come on, Lindz, you know me better than that," I pleaded.  'Micki 
just…uh…"

"I thought I knew you, Ray," said Lindsey.  "I think I know HER, too."
Her stare in Micki's direction was decidedly unfriendly.

"Ray?" Micki said, a tremor in her voice.

"Come on, Micki, I'll give you a ride back home," I said roughly.
"Brad, do me a favor, pack up my stuff?  I'll pick it up from you 
later."  I whirled and practically pulled Micki off her feet as I 
headed for my car.

"Sure, buddy," I heard him call after me.  "I'll call you when I get 
back home."

I unlocked the car and opened the door for Micki, then walked around
and got in.  I started it up and spun out of the parking lot onto the
dirt road, fishtailing slightly until the tires gained traction.  I 
willed my hands to relax on the wheel, and slowed the car down, and 
took a couple of deep breaths to calm down.  I glanced over at Micki,
sitting against the door looking at me with sad eyes.

"I'm so sorry, Ray," she said dejectedly.  "I've really messed this
whole weekend up."

I took one more deep breath.  "Not your fault, Micki.  Don't worry 
about it.  It's their problem if they read more into a situation than
what's there."

We drove on for a few more minutes in silence.

"So," she said with a rueful smile, "how's your day going so far?"

I goggled at her in shock until the absurdity of the situation struck
me.  I laughed out loud, and so did Micki.  We drove down the dirt 
road, weaving back and forth, laughing until we cried.


(Continued in Chapter 9)

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