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PLAYING THE GAME
by Reverend Cotton Mather




- 14 -

LIGHT AND SHADOW


I got over to Jake's house about 3:00, just as the big softball game
was being organized.  Most of Jake's neighborhood was there, totaling
about 10 families, so there were lots of adults and kids running
around.  There were big galvanized garbage cans filled with ice and
sodas, and a couple of coolers with beer and wine for the adults. 
Most of the moms were not going to participate in the game, but all
the kids and a lot of the dads were already out there, setting bases
and marking the field for the game.  Jake was standing out in right
field with Jaimie, Kayla, Tara, and a couple of the younger kids from
the neighborhood, drinking sodas and waiting for teams to be chosen. 
Jake saw me first and waved me over.  When Kayla saw me, she smiled
and leaned over to whisper something to Jaimie, who laughed out loud,
glancing up in my direction.

I grabbed a can of soda and ran out to where they were standing. 
Jaimie was wearing a tight t-shirt that accentuated her high, firm
breasts.  She kept on standing up straight, shoulders back, to make
them stick out even more, and kept on glancing over at Jake to gauge
his reaction.  His reaction was to be a little nervous about having
those things thrust at him when his parents and his sister were
around.

Tara, Jaimie's sister, was apparently in some sort of competition
with her, since she had on what looked like a man's shirt, the top
three buttons left open, and the shirttails tied around her to leave
her flat tummy bared.  Combined with a pair of shorts that were so
short and tight I could almost make out her pussy lips, she exuded a
sultriness that was far beyond her years

Kayla, on the other hand, looked fresh and young and delicious in a
tank top and soccer shorts.  Her long hair was tied back in a
ponytail that cascaded down her back, and the almost white color set
off her tan beautifully.

The group of us walked back toward the sidelines, where the teams
were being chosen.  Mr. Lehigh and Mr. Jacks, Tara and Jaimie's
father, were the team captains, and they made sure each child was
chosen for a team, starting with the youngest, before any adults were
picked.  Jake and I were on opposing teams, Jaimie was on Jake's,
Tara and Kayla were on mine.  We had some really small kids, 4 and 5
years old, playing on both teams, and Jake and I both helped our
players when their turn at bat came up.  We ended up playing 2
innings before the younger ones got bored and wandered away.  The
older kids and the adults kept on playing, and the game got more and
more competitive, until finally, in the 7th inning, the whole game
deconstructed on a double-play, a fly ball caught in left field and a
runner picked off at first.  The batting team called the runner safe,
the fielding team called the runner out, and after about 10 minutes
of arguing and discussing the play, the only conclusion that could be
drawn was that everyone was hot, tired, thirsty, and hungry, so we
called it quits and headed in to the sidelines, where all these
problems could be solved.

Jake and I each grabbed a couple of sodas and plopped down on the
ground, sweaty and tired.  The three girls came over to sit by us,
each with a soda of their own.  For some reason, Tara bent over right
in front of us to brush off the grass, giving Jake and I a peek down
her shirt as it gapped open.  Her developing breasts were dimly
visible, unencumbered by a bra.

I leaned over to Jake and whispered, "What's up with Tara and her
getup?"

He looked at me quizzically and shrugged.  You know as much as I do,
his expression said.

"Tara," Jaimie warned quietly.

Tara looked at her sister, who was scowling at her.  Her face turned
an angry red, and you could tell she was closing in on herself as she
stood up, looked down on Jaimie silently, and turned and walked away.
She tried to sway her boyish hips as provocatively as she could as
she headed back over by some of the younger kids.

"Who is she trying to be grown-up for?" Jake asked.

"I really don't know," said Jaimie.  "The past few days she's really
been in a strange mood.  I hope she snaps out of it soon, it's
getting on my nerves."

"Oh, forget her," said Kayla.  "She's probably just PMSing and
taking advantage of it."

"Maybe," admitted Jaimie.  "I just hope she gets over it soon, or
I'm going to have to give her the 'big sister' cure."

"And what's the 'big sister' cure?" asked Kayla.

"That's the cure where I sit on her until she promises to lighten
up," said Jaimie.  "It's kind of like that fax joke that my Dad has
hanging in his office that says, 'The Beatings Will Continue Until
Morale Improves'."

We all laughed at the thought of Jaimie sitting on top of Tara until
her mood improved.  She'd have to sit there for a long, long time, I
thought.



After dark, when some of the parents had taken the little kids off
to bed, Mrs. Lehigh gathered us older kids around to announce the
Grand Scavenger Hunt.

"Okay, kids," she said as she handed out the sheets of paper with
the items to be collected.  "Here are the rules.  All these
items must be collected within this neighborhood.  All the parents
know about the scavenger hunt, so you won't be surprising anybody by
ringing their doorbell.  No going to any stores, or outside this
area.  You have 90 minutes to collect as much of the list as you can,
and then you have to meet back here.  There will be prizes awarded
for the most items found, the quickest back to headquarters here, and
maybe a couple of other prizes to be named later.  You must buddy up.
I don't want any kids going off by themselves, so pick a partner
before you go.  All set, everybody?  Ready, set, GO!"

All the kids started picking buddies to go out with and running off
with their lists.  Kayla grabbed my hand and said, "Wait a second,
Sean."  She made sure everybody else took off, then led me in a
different direction, bags and lists in hand.

"Where are we off to?" I asked.

"Shhh...just follow me," she said secretively.

She kept us in the shadows, sneaking around the outside of the house
while holding my hand and tiptoeing through the grass.  She peeked
around
the corner to the front of the house to make sure the coast was
clear, and pulled me behind her as she crossed the front yard to the
front door of her house.

She opened the door into the dark house.  We went in, back to the
kitchen, and downstairs into the basement.  She closed the basement
door and led me down the stairs in the inky blackness.  I was blind
in the darkness, but she moved through the basement without
hesitation to the couch.

"Sit here, Sean.  I'll be right back."

I sat on the couch, wishing there was even just a pinprick of light
to see something by.  I heard Kayla on the other side of the room,
rustlings and the soft whisper of cloth heard only due to the
increased concentration on sound I was experiencing, thanks to the
loss of use of my eyes.

"Kayla?" I whispered.

"Shhh..." I heard from across the room.  I thought I heard a door
quietly creak, but I couldn't be sure.

There was a small line of light coming from the frame of the closet
door.  As my eyes adjusted to this minimal amount of light, I slowly
became aware of what was around me.  It was a familiar room, so the
furniture and walls quickly gained their proper place as I got used
to the light.  I could just make out the shape of Kayla standing over
by the closet door.

"Can you see anything yet?" she whispered.

"Not much," I said.  "What are we doing down here?  We're supposed
to be on a scavenger hunt."

She reached for the doorknob and opened the closet door just a
crack.  Light from inside the closet seemed to flood out of the
opening, and suddenly I could see Kayla standing there, the light
seeming to focus on her features.

She was completely naked, her pale hair loose and falling down and
spreading across her shoulders.  Her small breasts, white landmarks
on her tanned chest and stomach, were poking out of their hiding
place behind her blonde hair, her nipples rosy and erect.  The light
cascaded across her waist and narrow hips, highlighting her hipbone,
swathing her navel in highlights and shadow.  Her pubic hair, nearly
as pale yellow as the hair on her head, was but a deeper shadow at
the juncture of her legs.  She reached up and, with just one finger,
brushed her hair off her forehead above her eyebrow, the gesture less
one of unconscious habit as one of sensuous anticipation.

I was speechless.  I was riveted to the couch, and could not move so
much as an inch, so enthralled with the vision she presented was I. 
She stared at me for a moment, motionless.  The image of Kayla
standing there, innocent and beautiful, seared itself into my mind
for all time.

She walked over to me, the light haloing around her body, and sank
down onto the couch and into my arms.  We kissed, a wet and soft
joining that spoke of promise and fulfillment.

"I found my mom's list of the scavenger hunt items in her desk, so
I've already collected most of the items," she said softly.  "We have
about an hour to ourselves."

"You are a sneaky little devil," I murmured into her ear.

She chuckled throatily.  "Oh, yes, I am," she agreed.

Her head stretched back as I nuzzled her soft neck, my arms around
her and my hands reveling in the feel of her soft skin.  She twisted
in my arms, crossing her leg on my knee.  My hand fell quite
naturally down onto her tender butt, and as I caressed her she
squirmed against me in anticipation.

She impatiently lifted up my t-shirt, anxious to remove the barrier
of my clothing.  I helped her take off my shirt, and we both reached
for the snap of my shorts.  Kayla undid the snap, I lowered the
zipper, and she grabbed the shorts and tried yanking them down.  I
kicked off my shoes and lifted up my ass to help, and the shorts slid
down my legs.  As I was kicking them off my legs, Kayla was reaching
for my underwear and pulling them down.  She giggled as they got hung
up on my stiff cock.  Finally she got the various parts untangled and
the underwear down and off.  Almost immediately she reached for my
handle, grasping it in her small hand and pumping it up and down. 
She leaned over me, pressing me back into the couch, and hungrily
reached for my mouth with hers, connecting with me in a dance that is
as old as humanity.

She rolled over on top of me, still holding on to my swollen cock. 
I slipped down under the assault until I was on my back on the couch.
She was still holding my swollen cock as she straddled my leg, and as
she lightly hunched herself against my thigh I could feel the
droolings of her hot pussy.  She stopped sucking at my tongue and
dropped down to my chest, leaving me breathless and a little
overwhelmed.  She licked and sucked on the skin of my chest, and
moved down to tickle her lips and chin against the soft hair
sprouting below my belly button.  I tried to sit up, but she kept
pushing me back with her head as she lowered herself down on me.  I
felt her blow softly on the head of my raging cock, cooling and
drying the oozing pre-cum she was jacking from me.  My cock throbbed
in her hand, anticipating warm and wet contact.

Kayla did not disappoint.  She licked the tip tentatively, creating
a delicious fire in my loins.  My hips jerked up involuntarily,
trying to find a receptacle for my aching dick, but she was not quite
ready to provide that yet.  Her fingers found my sac and began
exploring as she licked at the helmet of my cock more
enthusiastically, holding my cock nearly vertical with her other
hand.  I didn't know what to do with my hands, since she was bent
over and examining my middle, so I let them run along her shoulders
and get tangled up in the fine mass of her long pale hair.  I could
feel one turgid nipple poking me on the top of my thigh, leaving a
trail of scorching heat back and forth as she moved on me.  It felt
like my eyes were rolling up in my head from the intense pleasure she
was giving me, and I was groaning from the pressures being inflicted
on me by her tongue and her hands.  She licked around and around the
head of my throbbing cock, occasionally wrapping her lips around the
stalk.  Saliva and pre-cum provided lubrication for her pumping hand,
moving slowly up and down.  My cock was so hard the skin was
stretched tight around it, so the moisture kept the feeling of
abrasion down as she worked her hand tightly on me.

Each pass of her tongue across the sensitive head created a series
of twitchings in the sympathetic musculature of my lower abdomen,
from stomach to thigh.  She must have been fascinated by the reaction
she caused, for she repeatedly returned to that spot to concentrate
her tongue's ministrations, leaving to explore further afield, but
always to return to the scene of the most intense reactions.

Finally, she took a sort of pity on me, and engulfed the entire head
of my aching member in her small, hot mouth.  My eyes bugged out with
the pressure as she sucked hard, her tongue in constant motion around
the intrusion between her lips.  She slowly, agonizingly lowered her
mouth further down on me.  I could feel the heat of her mouth
encasing my sensitized cock down, lower, until most of me was
engulfed.  Lips locked around me, she slowly raised her head up and
off me, until just the tip was inside her mouth.  She concentrated,
still holding my balls in her soft hand, and dropped back down on me.
The heat built up again, and her tongue continued to lick and caress
as she sucked.  She moved faster on my cock, mouth and tongue and
lips working to bring me to climax.  Her head bobbed up and down,
taking my hands for a ride, as she alternately sucked hard, licked
softly, and sucked hard again.  By this time, my hips were doing a
dance all on their own, and I could feel the explosion building.

"Ahhh...Kay...I'm...ahhh..." was all I could say before I felt the
contraction and pulse, releasing my pent-up essence.  She took it
all, kept on sucking on my spewing cock, accepting my load into her
mouth.  She swallowed, and the action created even more of a vacuum
in that hot, tight space that I could feel against my most sensitive
parts, and off I went on another series of contraction and pulse,
contraction and pulse, back and hips and thighs and stomach tensed as
the pleasure washed over me.

Finally, I collapsed back against the couch, spent.  I could feel my
abused cock soften slightly, even as she was trying to coax the last
of my cum from me with her lips and her hands.  She lifted up her
head to look at me, my cock sliding out of her mouth with a soft pop.
Her eyes were shining in the dim light, and I could see her smiling
as she swallowed the last of my load.  She shimmied up to lie on top
of me, and I hugged her close.  I lifted up her chin and kissed her
softly on the lips, and whispered, "Oh my God, Kayla, you didn't have
to do that."

"Didn't you like it?"  She looked at me, a little crestfallen.

"Oh, God, I loved it!  I just meant that...um...you didn't have to...um..."

"You mean swallow it?" she finished with a giggle.  "I like it,
Sean.  Well, I mean, I'm not crazy about the taste, you know, but I
like doing it, and it just seemed like the right thing to do. 
Besides, I've heard that guys really like it when girls don't stop
when they cum," she said.

"Oh?  And where did you hear that from, missy?"  I looked at her,
amazed by what she knew and what she had learned in the past couple
of weeks.

I think she blushed a little.  Her body language, from the slight
hunching of her shoulders to the way she looked up at me through her
eyelashes, pointed to a mild case of embarrassment.  "Never you
mind," she said with a smile.

I held her in my arms and flipped over on the couch, pulling her
around so she was lying back on the couch and I was over her.  She
shifted her legs apart to accommodate my body.  I pressed my right
knee up against her hot pussy, feeling her oily lubrication leaking
out and coating my skin where we touched.

"Yeah?  And did your friends tell you about this?" I asked as I
tweaked first one nipple, and then the other, with a fingertip.  They
immediately jumped to attention.

"No, I don't remember them saying anything about that," she said
with a sigh of arousal.

"Or this?" I asked as I bent down and grasped one nipple between my
lips and flicked it with my tongue.  At the same time, I slid down
the couch a little so I could run my hand up the inside of her thigh
and brush against her flowered pussy lips.

She moaned as my fingers touched her folds.  "Mmmmm....no, they didn't
mention it..."  she lifted up her chest toward my mouth as I suckled on
her nipple.  She pressed her hands into the back of my neck to push
me further onto her breast, her anticipation building.  My arm was
around her, lifting her at the small of her back.  I was thoroughly
enjoying feeling her skin against mine as I sucked her nipple and
rubbed its nub with my tongue.  I tried to suck as much of her small
breast as I could into
my mouth, nearly covering her boob with my lips.  At the same time,
my fingers were dragging through the pool of her cunt, coating
themselves with her oily moisture as I kept peeling open her petals,
from clit to the opening of her vagina.  Her legs were splayed open,
giving me complete access to her most sensitive tissues, and her hips
had begun an involuntary quiver as her arousal grew.

I lifted off her boob and dragged my tongue across her chest to lick
and nip at her other breast, savoring the salty flavor of her skin
all around the soft mound, working in concentric circles toward her
swollen nipple.  As I clamped down on it with my lips, I plunged my
middle finger deep into her.  She cried out softly, her hips lunged
up trying to increase the depth of the intruding finger, and I felt
her pussy leak even more moisture out and onto my hand.  I pulled my
finger out, ran it up her hot folds to the delicate nub of her clit,
around and back down to plunge back into her.  I started a rhythm as
I finger-fucked her, timed to the movement of her hips, matching the
rhythm with my tongue across her turgid nipple.  Her breathing was
getting shallower, and there was a fine sheen of sweat across her
chest.  As I looked up into her face, she moaned again.  Her face was
flushed, and her eyes were squeezed shut as she concentrated on the
intense pleasure coursing up from her center into her overcharged
brain.  I kept on using my finger on her, occasionally adding the tip
of my index finger to slide just inside her hole for added
stimulation.  At the same time, my thumb found her engorged clitoris
and rubbed back and forth and all around the nub.

I slid down her body, her fresh odor guiding my nose directly to her
pussy.  I inhaled deeply, her pheromones speeding up my blood to make
my revived cock even harder.  My mouth was watering in anticipation
of tasting her.  I had found that I really, really liked licking and
tasting girls, and the signals racing down my nerves from tongue,
nose, fingers and skin inflamed my sensory receptors and diverted
blood flow directly into my already swollen cock.  I reached out with
my tongue, the tip just grazing along her flooded canal.  Her hips
jerked up at my touch, and she gasped for air, her hands clutching me
painfully by my ears.  I lapped up all the nectar between her folds I
could find, moving from swollen clit to vaginal opening and back
again, circling around her rigid nub.  Each time I flicked her clit
with the tip of my tongue, she huffed and puffed, hunching up her
hips to my mouth, and using her hands to push my head down onto her
for greater contact.  She was losing control quickly, which of course
was my goal, so I covered her lips with my mouth, stuck my tongue as
deeply as I could into her hole, and then started trilling against
her clit as I plunged two fingers into her and rotated them within
her cunt.

She lost it.  I'm not sure how else I can describe what happened to
her, other than to say she lost it, big time.  She screeched, the
breath being forced out of her.  She arched her back as she
surrendered to her orgasm, her small body lifting me up with her.  I
never lost contact with her clit or her flooding hole as she came, my
tongue and my fingers doing double duty as she bucked under me.  She
was practically pulling my ears off as she tugged my head harder into
her, working the sensations that triggered her climax.  I kept on
licking and sucking on her clit, her engorged lips, and her inner
folds all during her orgasm.  Her hips kept on churning as she
plummeted over the edge, gasping and straining, working the
sensations to their maximum effect, until she collapsed
back, exhausted, her hands finally leaving my ears to caress the
back of my head.  My tongue needed a break, so I stopped licking her,
and
shimmied back up to lie next to her.  My fingers kept up their sly
manipulations, playing among her sensitive tissues and dipping
occasionally back into her heated center.  Each time I let my finger
explore her hole, her hips rose to meet it, but I thought that this
was purely an involuntary reaction of her body to the excitations of
her nerve endings.  Her brain had pretty much shut down during her
climax, and she was just now trying to grind the gears to get it
going again.

Finally she opened her eyes to look at me.  My face was wet and
shiny with her juices, and my ears hurt so much I was sure they were
red from being twisted and pulled.  I looked into her eyes, and saw
the moment when it registered in her mind that I was not done with
her quite yet.  She suddenly was aware of the swaying motion of her
hips as they cruised along to the tune my fingers were playing on her
instrument.  She wrapped her arm around me and pulled me up to give
me an open-mouthed kiss as she reached down to grasp my steely cock
once again.

She licked her lips, tasting herself from our kiss.  "I'm not sure
I like that taste," she whispered, "but you certainly seem to."

"There's nothing better in this entire world," I assured her.  I
wiped my face off with my hand, though, before leaning down to kiss
her again.

Our lips stayed connected, and our tongues began their searches
against each other again as I could feel both our temperatures
climbing.  It was obvious to both of us that we weren't quite done
yet.

Her hand on my dick got more insistent, while at the same time my
hand in her cunt became more demanding.  I was using two fingers on
her now, plunging them in and out of her more roughly than before.  I
rolled over on top of her, but she pressed up on my hips with her
hands and stopped me from going any further than that.

"No, Sean."

"I've got some protection, Kay, if you want..."

"No.  I can't do that, Sean, I'm too scared.  Let's just do it like
we were doing, okay?"

"Whatever you want," I assured her.  I rolled back off her and onto
my side, still using my fingers on her.  She resumed her actions on
my cock after abandoning it momentarily.  The couch cushion, her
entire crotch, the tops of her thighs, and my hand up to my wrist
were all soaked with her lubrication, and my fingers moved easily
within her.  At the same time, my pre-cum was flowing from the tip of
my cock, and she spread this moisture all down the length of my rigid
stalk.  She bent her neck over to reconnect with me, her mouth
opening and her tongue snaking out to lick my lips before pressing
harder to strengthen the seal.  Her tongue wrestled with mine,
thrusting and retreating in an echo of what she was feeling from her
sopping cunt.  We stayed that way, each heating up the other, until,
finally, she could take no more.  She broke our kiss and gave herself
up to her pleasure.  She threw her head back in ecstasy, eyes closed,
gasping for air, as all her muscles began to contract and relax in a
rhythm designed to throw her over the cliff of her extreme pleasure.

She came, spectacularly.  She clamped her legs together, trapping
my hand, and her fist, unbidden, squeezed and pumped on my steely
dick as the waves washed through her.  I felt my own muscles cramp in
sympathy, one hand trapped between her legs and the other arm wrapped
around her neck.  The waves of pleasure she was experiencing washed
from her into me through our mutual connections, my fingers being
squeezed within her pussy and my cock being roughly manipulated by
her pumping hand, and I came along with her.  I spurted harder than I
thought possible, four times, five, then six times, splattering her
from breast to hip with my seed.  Finally, groaning, I fell back
against the couch cushions, pulling my fingers out from her swollen
pussy lips.  She collapsed back, too, releasing my cock to cross her
arms across her breasts to hug herself.  I pulled her over
toward me, and she rolled over to rest her head below my chin,
oblivious to the milky white semen dripping from her.

"Oh.  My.  God." She whispered tiredly.

"Times two," I added.

"Any more and I don't think I could survive it," she said.  

"I'm not sure I survived this one," I answered.  My eyelids were
threatening to droop, I was so tired.

"You survived," she said.  "I definitely felt a glimmer of life in
you."  I could feel her smile against my chest.  She lifted her arm
and doodled with her fingers on my stomach as we lay there together.

"That wasn't me.  That was my evil twin brother.  He killed me and
took my place.  Sean's too fragile to survive something like that."

"Oh, yeah?  Well, evil twin, get up.  It's late, and we have a
scavenger hunt to complete."  Kayla sat up and swung her legs down. 
"Uh-oh," she said.  "We really made a mess here."  She was looking
down at her spattered body.

"It's even worse down here," I said, struggling to sit up.  "We
should have put a towel down or something.  Look at this cushion."

"Ewww.  It's a good thing my mom doesn't come down here very often,"
she said as she stood.  "I'll go get some washcloths so we can clean
ourselves up a little."  She walked toward the laundry room, her
narrow hips swaying just slightly.  If I hadn't already cum twice,
both times explosively hard, I might have felt my poor used cock
twitch back to life.  The contrast of light and shadow playing on her
backside, first revealing and then hiding her tan lines across her
lovely bottom and the white band across her back, created an image
for me of just how lovely and sensuous a young girl can be without
even thinking about it.  At 15, I was thinking of myself more and
more as a man of the world, and I couldn't think, at that point, of
anything that could be more precious than the sight of Kayla walking
away, blissful and unashamed of her nudity and her sexuality in my
presence.

But I had a real problem, and I knew I had to face it soon.  Kayla
and Molly, unbeknownst to either of them, were battling for my
attentions in my own mind.  As much as I enjoyed the affections of
them both, I was not happy about the deceits that I had inadvertently
created.  It was a conflict that I knew I had to resolve before too
long.

I stood up and stretched, and reached for my t-shirt and shorts.  I
heard water running in the laundry room, and a few minutes later
Kayla returned, dressed once again, and carrying wet cloths.  She
threw one at me.

"Here, Sean.  See what you can do about cleaning up that cushion
before it dries and stains the fabric."  Kayla walked around the room
with an air freshener, spraying the room to rid it of the odors of
our passion.

I wiped my hands and face, and began on the cushion.  How to break
the subject?

"Kay?"

"Hmmm?"

"Ummm...I need to talk to you..."

"Okay, Sean," she said.  She walked over and flipped on a light by
the television.

"You know...uh...Molly O'Toole..."

"Sure," she said.  "I know Molly and Josh, but I don't know Heather
very well."

"Yeah, well...ummm...Molly and I..."

"Are going out?  Yes, I know."

I sat down on the couch, a little stunned.  "You know?"

"Sure.  I heard Jake talking to Jaimie.  I think it's great, Sean. 
You and Molly would make a really cute couple."

"What?"  I couldn't believe what I was hearing.  "Are you serious?"

Kayla came over and sat down beside me, taking my hand in both of
hers.  Her eyes were glistening in the pale light of the table lamp. 
"Sean, if I could, I would claim you for my boyfriend.  But I know I
can't.  You're in high school, and I'm still in middle school.  I
love you, and I love what we've been able to do together.  But I
can't compete with Molly O'Toole, not with her being able to see you
every day at school and all.  I'm glad for you, Sean.  I really am. 
Molly's a nice girl, and I like her a lot.  Go out with her, have a
great time.  Just don't forget about me, okay?"

At that, tears started to spill down her cheeks.  I really felt like
shit now.  She wiped her face with one of the damp cloths and
sniffled a little.  She stood up, looking down on me.

"But next year, when I get to that high school..." She left the rest
of her comment unsaid, but I understood perfectly.  All bets were off
next year.

I stood up and gathered her into my arms and gave her a tight hug. 
She pressed her face into my shoulder and put her arms around me,
clinging to me tightly.

"Come on, let's go upstairs before they send out a search party for
us," she said.  Her words were muffled as she pressed against me. 
"I've got the bag of scavenger items in the garage."  She let go and
took my hand, leading me toward the stairs.  I followed along, numbly
accepting direction from her as I tried to digest all that she had
said.

I will never ever understand girls, I thought to myself as we left
the house by the front door and snuck around to the garage.




(Continued in Chapter 15)

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