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Subject: {ASSM} {The Paganist} New Story: Diary of a day (embarrass, light MC) 
Date: Mon, 29 Oct 2001 01:10:03 -0500
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{The Paganist} Diary of a day (embarrass, light MC)


     This story is fiction.  Agatha Christie didn't commit a
chain of grisly murders and I don't do these things.  If you
can't tell the difference between fantasy and the real world
then you shouldn't read this.

     If you aren't old enough, bold enough or strong enough
to be in this group, then DON'T READ THIS!  Go away.  Visit
another group.  Leave us alone.  If you do read this and
find yourself getting uncomfortable, that's your problem.

     I would appreciate any feedback on this story, even flaming
(at least you've taken the trouble to download the story
and read it).

          The Paganist  (thepaganist@hotmail.com)


       ****************
       * Authors Note *
       ****************

     This is the first bit of writing I've ever attempted and I
would be grateful for any feedback - even flaming because it means
that at least you've taken the trouble to look at it.

     This was originally a chapter in a story, I'm writing.  After
a lot of alteration I decided to scratch it because it interrupted
the flow of the story.  However I noticed that this bit was really
a short story in its own right.

     The main story is set one year after this day.

     I hope that you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it
(especially the rest of the story).



      Diary of a Day

      By The Paganist

     Mike's Version (Age 18, a virgin, lives on his own in the
sticks)

     Something strange happened yesterday.  I know it was
IMPORTANT, but I don't know WHAT it was, that was important about
it.

     Soon after breakfast my neighbour Susie came in for coffee.
She said the girls had been playing up because they were bored and
had nothing to do.

     About this time the girls came in and I offered to take them
to the beach.

     A funny look flitted across Susie's face.  I think she thought
I was some sort of pervert trying to take her girls to the beach so
that I could feel them up while pretending to dry them or
something.

     I'm not sure what hurt most - the thought that she would
suspect me of that or the thought that I knew I would enjoy doing
it - Elaine's getting to be a very pretty girl even if she is only
eleven.

     Luckily before she could go ballistic I amended the suggestion
to "why don't we all go to the beach."

     She suddenly said "good idea.  I'll fix a picnic."

     I saw Elaine was looking at me strangely - she'd been doing
that a lot lately - but this was different somehow.  Every time I
looked at her she turned bright red and looked as if she was going
to cry.

     All the time at the beach she kept it up.  She seemed really
unhappy but every time I tried to help it only seemed to make
things worse.  I gave up trying.  Girls definitely aren't my strong
point.

     Later we all went shopping (I think Susie was trying to cheer
Elaine up).

     After a while they followed a man carrying a tiny girl (about
four I think).  They went into a gift shop and spent ages looking
at something then the man told the little girl she could only have
one (toy ring I think) they paid and they walked out.

     I went to leave when I noticed that the others were huddled
together.  Susie was saying something about fingering.  Collette
kept saying "BUT HOW." Elaine kept looking at me nervously when I
realised that they were discussing GIRL THINGS (I thought they
covered that in sex ed.  classes these days).

     I tried not to get aroused but the thought of Elaine doing
that, or even Collette, really turned me on.  I tried to hide the
bulge in my shorts but in those places the things are hanging up.
Great if you're trying to hide your face but no good for my
problem.  To make it worse Elaine had noticed and was staring
straight at it.  She went beetroot red - I think I must have
scarred her stiff.  I hope SHE doesn't think I'm a pervert too.

     After that we all went home.  Even Collette seemed to be wary
of me now so when we went in I gave her a little hug to reassure
her.  Elaine went bright red again.  I think she thought I was
feeling Collette up.

     I hope I don't have any more days like that.



     Elaine's Version (Age eleven)

     Yesterday was the worst day of my life.

     Mum had her 'sight' working.

     She caught me 'mooning' over uncle Mike again.  She said we
needed a proper girl talk, which was the last thing I needed.  What
she said about me in the toilet this morning... I thought I would die
of shame.  I tried to get out of it but she just said "FIVE MINUTES
- BE THERE." There's no arguing with that voice.

     When I got downstairs She was there at the table with
Collette.  The idea of talking about THAT with HER there made my
skin crawl.  I knew it would be all over the school.  Everybody
would know even uncle Mike.  I was going to run out of the room but
mum just said, "SIT" pointing to the other chair.  After a bit Col'
said something about mooning and I knew she'd ALREADY told her.

     I tried to get out of it but eventually she just said "I'LL
TEACH YOU AN IMPORTANT LESSON"

     She told us she was going to see uncle Mike.  Then she turned
to me and said "I WANT YOU BOTH OVER THERE IN TEN MINUTES - CLEAN
YOURSELF UP AND SMILE." She wouldn't go until I'd agreed (agreements
are sacred with mum).  So eventually I nodded.

     SHE WAS GOING TO TELL UNCLE MIKE! I couldn't believe that she
would do that.

     While I was getting cleaned up I remembered the money in my
purse upstairs and started to think about running away but I knew
that with her 'sight' she'd just bring me back.  I felt so
embarrassed, that I even thought of suicide but I knew she wouldn't
even let me do that.

     When I got over there I knew she'd told him.  He looked
straight at my Chest and said "I'd like to take THEM to the beach."
He's never said anything nasty to me before.  Then he kept looking
at me.  He must've thought I was dirt.

     He took us all to the beach but he kept looking at me and
gloating over what she'd told him.

     We went shopping and mum was talking to 'her little favourite'
she said it was important but how could I concentrate with HIM
there.

     After a while I looked at where his shorts were bulging y'know
his 'thing' and he caught me staring at it.  He must've thought I'm
some sort of pervert.

     When we got home he gave Collette a big hug and completely
ignored me.

     We got indoors and mum said "I HOPE YOU LEARNED THAT LESSON"
and sent us both to bed.  I've never known mum like that before.

     In bed Collette kept talking to me.  The last person I wanted
to talk to was HER.  I tried to get her off my back by asking what
her and mum were talking about in the shop but she just said some
silly stuff about magic rings, fingers and breathing and stuff.
Then just as if there's nothing wrong she tried to get me to waggle
my ears.  She's so insensitive at times.

     Then just to rub it in she stated telling me what she'd like
to do with uncle Mike.  Yes MY uncle Mike! I just kept returning it
with one better each time.  Eventually she fell asleep thank God!

     I Hope I NEVER have another day like that as long as I live.

     I suppose Tomorrow I'll have to get mum to explain what all
that stuff in the shop was about I know she'll hit the roof again



     Collette's Version (Age nine)

     Mum let us in on the 'plan' yesterday and wow it was out of
this world.

     I'd've thought 'laine would've been OVER THE MOON about it but
when I asked her she just snapped at me.  She was REAL grouchy.

     First mum said she had to teach us an important lesson.

     She made uncle Mike take us to the beach and we had a nice
picnic.  'laine was still strange though.  She kept sulking off and
crying.  She was like it all day.  I don't know why.  She wouldn't
tell me.

     Anyway mum took us to look round the shops and told us to
watch a big man and a little girl (I think it was her father).
They went into a shop where they sold all kinds of glittery things
and the girl wanted to buy a ring.  She looked at a lot of them
and, after a long time picked out two rings one was for her toe and
one was for her finger.  She kept looking at them for about ten
minutes.

     Her dad said she could only have one because that's all the
money she had.

     After a bit she picked out the ring for her finger and her dad
paid for it and they left.

     I told mum I didn't see what she meant.  Lots of people buy a
ring.

     She said keep watching, so I did.

     After a bit the man came in again and bought the ring for her
toe.

     I thought I understood so I said to mum "so she got both
rings."

     Mum just smiled and said "keep watching."

     A minute or two later the man came back again and bought
another ring the same as the last.

     I was confused!

     Mum explained.  If the little girl had picked the toe ring
that's all she'd have got because that's all the money she had.
But by picking the finger ring she made her father buy the other
two because she's got two feet but only one ring finger.

     I asked "how she MADE him do it?" and she said she just did
it.  I said "but how?" She said "how do you breathe?" I said " I
just do and mum said "exactly if you concentrate you can do it.
The more you do it the better you get.  It's practice." I was a bit
puzzled and she laughed and said "It's like when you waggle your
ears." Then I understood.  When I asked if I could do it to anyone
she said no - it only works on men and only on the ones that are
close to you - like dads and uncles and boyfriends.

     I 'made' uncle Mike give me a hug (he hasn't done that for
ages) and it worked!

     When we got home mum said she hoped we'd learned the lesson
and it was time for bed.

     In our room I tried to get 'laine to tell me what was wrong
but she wouldn't.  After a bit she started testing me on the lesson
but I must have got things wrong somewhere because she said I was
silly.  She can be a bit grouchy at sometimes.

     I tried to cheer her up by telling her what I'd like to do to
uncle Mike.  This was her favourite game (mine too).  She joined in
after a bit but I could tell she wasn't enjoying it.

     I hope that she's better tomorrow 'cause she can come up with
some really GREAT things for the game and that's important now.



     Susie's Version (age 26)

     Elaine was in a world of her own yesterday.  I don't know what
I'm going to do with her.

     First she was in the bathroom for over half an hour and I had
to tell her to get her finger out because she wasn't the only one
in the house.  She flew past me.

     Ten minutes later she was mooning over Mike again.  I could
see that there were some things that she needed to know.  When
girls grow up without a father they don't get a chance to practice
their natural skills and she needed to know about what I had
planned.

     I told her we needed to have a talk but all she wanted to do
was moon.

     I knew that Collette too was going to need this, so I told
Elaine it'd take me five minutes and not to forget (Trying to keep
Collette

     in one place longer than that is almost impossible).

     Needless to say she was late again.  I had to start telling
Collette what it was all about or she would have been off again.

     Collette was ecstatic.

     I knew she would be.  They both loved Mike.

     As soon as she arrived Elaine went into a sulk because we'd
started without her.  She wouldn't listen to a word I said.  She
just kept snapping at Collette.

     I told them to join me over at Mike's place in ten minutes.  I
hoped that Collette might talk to her and calm her down.

     At Mikes I got a cup of coffee and the promise of a day out at
the beach.  I was worrying so much about Elaine that I slipped up
and at first he only offered to take the girls.  It only took me a
second to 'fix' it though (god he's cute).

     When they arrived Elaine kept losing control of herself (she
had it BAD).

     We went to the beach and I used the chance to show them how to
'bend'.

     Collette seemed to pick it up straight away but Elaine wasn't
even listening.

     On the way home I saw Collette was using it on Mike.  Fast
learner that one - I've got no worries about her.

     We got home late so I sent them up to bed.

     Later as I passed their bedroom I heard them talking.  Well at
least they were doing that again.  I stopped to listen and was
amazed at what I heard.  Young Collette's imagination...  She's
going to kill someone one day...

     She'll enjoy doing it though.

     So will he!

     I was so excited that it reminded me of that day when Mike was
16 - when he tried to proposition me - he was so cute even then-
God many's the day I've regretted that.

     If I had my time again I'd give Elaine a run for her money.

     Maybe Collette will...

     Maybe that's what Elaine needs...

     I just hope I can get her to wake up before it's too late.

     Pity him if they both try...




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